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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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hi annie 🤍 can you maybe write something where javi needs to go back to colombia for some time and fem!reader tells him that he has to come back home? no angst, just fluff please and thank you 🥰

Hi anon 💜 sorry for taking so long with this request, hope you like it ☺️

Promise (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Warning: age gap established relationship, fluff

“Are you still up?” you poked your head into Javier’s home studio, finding him awake and typing something on his typewriter with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“I have to finish this before I leave for Colombia.” he answered, his eyes fixed on what looked like a very long report.

“Javi, it’s 2AM.” you stood by the door frame with your arms crossed and glanced at him.

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye and let out a long, weary sigh as he reclined in the leather chair and put out his cigarette, rubbing both eyes with his knuckles.

“Come to bed.” you walked over to him, dragging your feet on the cold floor.

You sat down in his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, caressing the hair at the nape. Javier closed his eyes at that familiar sensation and tilted his head under your touch, as if forgetting all of his pending duties.

“I miss your cuddles.” you murmured before placing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Your lips lingered there for a long moment and Javier smiled back, wrapping you in a tight hug and pulling you impossibly closer.

His fingers moved down to the small of your back, rubbing it gently while you studied his face in the dim light of the studio: his brown eyes were tired, threatening to close at any time, his mustache neatly trimmed and dotted here and there with a few grey hairs that reflected under the warm light of his desk lamp, and his lips, slightly chapped but so damn tempting and kissable.

Javier was going back to Colombia for a couple of weeks and, luckily, it was just to testimony on a trial.

Blinking, you shook yourself out of that thought and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling it and relishing in the scent of his cologne and the lingering smell of tobacco. You grabbed his other hand and pressed it flat against yours, comparing their sizes, then interlocked your left pinky with his.

“I need you to come back home to me, okay?” you murmured against the warm skin of his neck.

“It's just a trial, baby... ” he reassured you before easing you back on your feet as he got up from the chair.

“I know...” you sighed and looked down for a moment “it’s just… I’m going to miss your old ass.” you teased him and he chuckled.

“Oh yeah?” Javier cocked an eyebrow at you and started to chase you through the entire studio.

With an unexpected move, you ran out of the room and started to jog towards the living room, laughing and squealing playfully.

“Come get me if you can, Peña!” you challenged him as you climbed up on the couch, hopped on the armchair and then landed not so gracefully on the carpet.

Until finally, Javier was able to catch you. He wrapped his strong arms around your body and lifted you up bridal style.

“You’re certainly keeping me active.” he smirked while escorting you to the bedroom.

“That’s one of the perks of having me as a girlfriend.” you poked his chest and he laughed.

Once you both entered the bedroom, he lay you down on the sheets and sat beside you.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he caressed your cheek “for choosing to be by my side.”

You giggled and shook your head, reaching up to thread your fingers into his dark hair, and looked into his eyes, bathing in their rich brown warmth. He tilted his head down, lips brushing against yours in a soft and needy kiss, sweet as honey at first, but fierce like fire mere seconds after.

“Please, call me as soon as you get there.” you whispered between your mouths once you parted, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Javier put his right hand over his chest, where his heart was beating for you “I promise, mi amor.”

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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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Hiii Angel! ok I heard u wanted fluff how about Javi is dating his partner and he’s scared to come to terms and admit how much he loves y/n until he has a terrible nightmare and runs over to her place in the middle of the night and extreme fluff ensues😊💞

helloooo yes i love fluff give me more i devour that shit UP let’s see what i can do about this AMAZING request, love u

warnings: idk lol, imma try to do this gender neutral, nightmares, some descriptions of violence (really nothing but better safe than sorry luvs), SWEET LOVE

You felt a deep, hard stare in the side of your face, you knew who it was before even turning to face him. Your lips curved in a smile as you looked at him.

“What?” you muttered to him, he smirked at you and shook his head no twice “tell me,”

“’s nothing,” he mumbled and returned to typing, you looked at him a few more seconds with that sweet smile of yours he loved adorning your face before returning as well to your reading. He didn’t want to tell you he was staring at you because you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, he didn’t even know how to word that, or the fact that every time he looked at you his chest did something it hadn’t done in decades, or the fact that every kiss of yours made his knees wobble, or the fact that whenever you spoke, even angry at some police officer that got out of line to you or soft and concealed when you talked about work, he relaxed at the sound of your voice. How could he word all that when he was barely aware that he was feeling like that?

Hours went by and the workday ended, you let out a deep sigh and closed all the files you were making notes on, without a word you stood up and walked around your desk, eyeing a tired Steve and walking towards Javier.

“I’m gonna head home,” your hand reached his cheek and he looked up to see you and nodded, you leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead and another soft kiss on the lips.

“Get a room,” Steve grunted, making you smile.

“Be careful,” Javier said, taking your hand and squeezing it on his, as if that touch was meaningful enough for him to tell you everything he was feeling, this time you nodded and slid your hand out of his. You walked away with his eyes stuck to your body.

Javier went home a few hours later and he was so fucking exhausted he fell asleep on the couch while he drank his night time whisky. His tired brain was restless, though, and once deep in sleep it started producing gruesome images of past sins he had committed, graphic scenes of crimes he had helped other people to make, horrid reproductions of the offenses of his past and his body was trembling and he was fighting with himself to wake up.

He opened his eyes, trying to ground himself and remember he was in his home but his lungs were struggling to find air and his head was not giving up in reminding him of the horrible pictures ingrained in his mind, so without a second thought he stood up from the couch and walked out of his apartment.

Javier’s disheveled figure was a sight when he knocked on your door, a floor above his home, and you opened the door, he was barefoot, his shirt out of his pants, his hair spiking up in different directions and his chest up and down in a relentless pant that just didn’t go away.

“Babe, you okay? it’s late,” your brows furrowed as you stepped aside for him to walk into your home, and it deepened when he just shook his head no.

“I-” he mumbled under his breath, looking everywhere but not settling his eyes anywhere “had a-a nightmare,” you immediately walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his back under his arms, almost carrying his entire weight. He jumped at first, not expecting your action, but hid his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You stood there with his body against yours, your hands making soothing and formless patterns on his back and his arms gripping you so tightly against him you felt like he was cutting your airflow, but you didn’t care, because he was relaxing, his breath was softening and you were sure his head was calming as well.

“Thank you,” he whispered against the skin of your neck and then inhaled deeply, taking in your essence and getting dizzy with it.

“Anything for my man,” you whispered back, kissing the shell of his ear, making him shiver.

“I’m your man?” Javier asked, not breaking the embrace but pulling his face far enough to see you, you smiled at him and nodded.

“Of course, Javi, and I’m yours,” you shrugged and for the first time since that morning he gave you a soft smile, curving his lips upwards enough for his eyes to wrinkle sligtly.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his brown gaze deep in yours, expectant, you could feel his hands trembling against your body.

“Took you long enough,” you smiled at him and he let out a deep sigh “I love you too, Javi, a lot,” he didn’t let you say anything else, his lips were in yours instantly after you stopped talking, he kissed you deeply and softly, you welcomed the kiss eagerly, knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep anytime soon.

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Inevitable

Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: Javier comes to some realizations after you find yourself in a rough situation.

A/N:I was Thinking™ about the TSC fools and wanted to write this short little something😌 This takes place in the TSC universe, post-finale, but can also be read as a standalone

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, l*ve???; this is a tad darker than my usual but (I think) still soft

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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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Hi, could you write something for Marcus Pike with the prompts 26 and 37 from the fluff prompt list you reblogged? Also congrats on 1k

Thank youuu 🥰🥰 also sorry it took me a bit to write it!

#26 “You’re really warm.”

#37 “You’re just a softie.”

gif: @nathan-bateman

As tired as you were, you failed to realize when time had passed by. You swore you were only gonna rest your eyes for a second, just a much needed second, but Marcus was simply so warm and soft that you quickly drifted into a peaceful sleep, one you haven’t had in weeks.

Your head from his shoulder to his chest, offering you the opportunity to vaguely hear his heartbeat, regular and welcoming almost.

You don’t know when it was the precise moment that you realized you had fallen asleep, nor when was it that he wrapped one arm around you, pulling your body closer to his. You did become aware of that, but you were simply too exhausted to fight yourself against all of the good things that you were feeling at the time.

Marcus felt you shift on him and lowered the volume of the TV, taking a long look at you. You mumbled something, now somewhere in between reality and dream, and he chuckled softly.

“Are you okay?” he murmured into your ear, arm slowly caressing yours.

You nodded, the skin on skin contact tickling his body.

“You’re really warm,” you mumbled.

Clearly having not expected that, Marcus chuckled with disbelief, gulping. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aware of how he felt for you, but time and time again he decided to ignore it, bury it deep within and let it float in the air. He didn’t want to endanger you in any way.

But it was getting increasingly difficult.

“You’re just a softie,” he replied, eyes on the TV.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze and smiling. “Only when it’s you.”

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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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Hi~ could you write something for Marcus Pike where his partner loses someone close to them. So he tries to comfort them. Some hugs, some reassuring words, something like that.

Mentions of death and grief!! Reader loses a friend.

gif: @uuuhshiny

In the aftermath of your best friend’s funeral, you took a leave of absence for a couple of weeks. You were shattered and a mess, and you needed the time off. Despite your colleagues and friends trying to reach out to you and send you encouraging messages, you weren’t really up for replying to either one just yet.

When you returned to the office, however, you felt eased seeing Marcus first. Out of everyone else, he was the kindest and most gentle about everything. You knew he would do his best to not make a fuss over it and to be there for you while allowing your your own space.

“Hey,” he greeted you, moving closer to you. “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back,” you admitted, ready to throw yourself into work. “I need to, uh... get back on track. I need to actually do something.”

“I can understand that.”

He came even closer to you, inspecting your face carefully before speaking his mind. “I won’t ask you how you feel like the rest of the world because... the answer cannot be anything good.”

You shook your head and smiled bitterly at him. Marcus realized, of course, that your smile was a professional reflex and that you were more than heartbroken, but the last thing he wanted was to push you.

“But if you do need anything, regardless - “he began.

“I know.”

You hadn’t expected your eyes to get teary at the office, much less in front of your partner, but you couldn’t help it. Something triggered you yet again, and your body trembled before tears came pouring down your cheeks.

Without hesitation, Marcus put an arm around you, concealing you underneath it and walked you to one of the interrogation rooms. Once there, he shut the door and hugged you tightly, allowing you to sob at his chest, painfully loud. He said nothing for a while, simply allowing you to release all of that grief and anger, caressing your head gently.

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” he muttered at some point, planting a light, barely noticeable kiss on your head. “You’re not going through this alone, you hear me?”

You could only nod somewhere at his chest, hiding in the fabric of his blazer and struggling to catch your breath. Marcus was, once again, the one person you let yourself be completely vulnerable around, simply because you knew he was so wonderful about it and never made you feel any less or bad about whatever it was that you were feeling.

“I miss them - so much - “you cried, wanting to lift your head, despite how comforting it felt to reside in his arms.

“I know.”

“It sucks - so bad, y-you know? It’s - unfair.”

“It’s absolutely unfair. And it... blows. It absolutely blows. But you’re not alone, okay? You’ve got an army here, ready to protect you and help you through it.”

This time you smiled genuinely at him through your swollen eyes and puffed cheeks, reddened nose and emptiness, and wrapped your arms around his torso, remaining in that comforting and friendly embrace for what felt like hours.

As it turned out, it worked in the most unexpected way: it calmed you down more than anything you’ve done in the past two weeks.

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Impulse: Informant (Javier Peña x Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Nothing much! Flirting, mentions of voyeurism(?), drinking, hangovers.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Bit more background this week, not that exciting but some fun moments with Javi and Steve. Alternative title: Meeting your killer and flirting with the boss ENJOY

Have you read Part One? // 1K CELEBRATION SHIPS & REQUESTS

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Two months passed quickly and you were settled in well. You were comfortable in your job; you, Javi and Steve made a great team and you were learning a lot from the both of them. You tried to avoid interacting with Carrillo directly where possible, he was still as icy about you as your first meeting. You met Steve’s wife, Connie, and became fast friends with her. She had become one of your closest friends, and a welcome break from the machismo that radiated from your two teammates.

You had even managed to make a few friends outside of work. You met María Parreño at the cafe you visited nearly everyday for lunch. What started out as a little wave, now was lunch together nearly everyday, and the occasional shopping trip at the weekend. María was a sweet girl, funny and very sly when she wanted to be.

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Stand By You

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Summary: After two emergency c-sections, you feel broken both in body and mind, but Marcus is always there to remind you that you’re not broken.

Warnings: Angst, Depression.

Author’s Notes: This was requested by @itstheanxietyforme . I’m still practicing writing angst so bear with me, please. I do hope you will find some comfort in this story ❤

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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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Hey can I request a fic for Agent Whiskey where the reader saves him from the meat grinder, but gets injured in the process (not that heavily). Some angst, some fluff maybe?

Moving on (Agent Whiskey x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry this took so long Anon! But I told you that you’re request still stands :). But I think I went a little off what you wanted? For which I am sorry. But I hope you still enjoy it anyway. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of injury, a lot of angst, I don’t think there’s anything else

Summary: After getting saved, Whiskey really thinks about what he’s doing

Sure, he got shot in the face.

But even before that, Jack had been acting strangely. To anyone else, he probably seemed like himself. His usual cocky and flirtatious self. But (Y/N) could see through it. She could tell there was something different about him. But what that was, she couldn’t figure out just yet.

It was her burden to bear that she loved him. She didn’t know how, or why, or when she loved him but she did. But she didn’t really want to. She didn’t want to love someone who was like him. To anyone else, he would be an absolute catch. What’s not to love about him anyway? He’s funny, attractive, strong and dedicated. But she didn’t want to love someone who didn’t love her back.

(Y/N) happened to round the corner into the infirmary as Ginger held up the one picture Jack had left of his past love. The picture that would bring everything back to him. The picture that proved he wouldn’t ever love (Y/N) back. His heart belonged to her, his past love. Even in death he was devoted to her. At least he was loyal. Sort of.

He almost missed her as he ran out of the infirmary, he would’ve ignored her completely had it not be for her calling out to him.

He turned on his heel and gave her a brief smile “what is it sweetheart? I gotta go”

“I’ll come with you” she said.

“What?” He sounded almost scared at that “n-no. No, you can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because...” her flat expression didn’t falter at the panicked look on his face. “Look, just stay here okay? It’s going to be dangerous. I want to know you’re safe”

“Dangerous?” She mumbled more to herself then to him “fine...just...be careful okay?”

He winked at her “always” he said proudly before running off again towards the runway.

She scoffed and followed after him “as if I’m going to stay here” she told herself.

She didn’t know when to act. When to jump into the fray. More importantly, she didn’t know who to fight with.

She came to looked after Jack. To keep and eye on him. But seeing what he had done, or what he wanted to do by letting millions die, she didn’t know if she could stand by him, she didn’t know if she could fight for a man who had betray not only her, but everyone. She didn’t know if she could stand by a man who unknowingly broke her heart into a million pieces by saying he was happy to let those millions die in revenge for the death of his past love and unborn child.

Hearing the way he spoke so sadly about her cemented the idea more in her head that loving him was futile. He was never going through love her back. She needed to accept that. But it hurt her to accept it. She didn’t want to accept it. She wanted him to love her the same way she loved him.

So she hung back. Watching from outside the diner as he, Harry and Eggsy fought. She had to admit, she was very impressed by the moves that all three of them pulled out. Even against two highly trained agents, Jack still managed to put up a good fight.

But it wasn’t good enough.

Harry back him further and further towards the silver meat grinder. Seeing what was to come, her brain kicked into the motion. Her legs seemed to move on their own as she sprinted into the diner.

Grabbing hold of his ankle she yanked him away from the roaring meat grinder. She flung him across the checkered floor of the diner, his back slamming into a wall. Harry and Eggsy looked on in shock and confusion.

She kicked the red case over to them and walked over to Whiskey who groaned in pain. His eyes scanned up her body until they met with hers “(Y-Y/N)?” He mumbled. She let out a sharp breath and delivered a hard punch to the side of his head, knocking him out and sending him to the floor.

(Y/N) turned to the two other agents behind her who had single handedly saved the world, again it would seem.

“What are you doing here?” Eggsy asked standing in a defensive stance. Clearly he was under the impression that she too was against them, a natural thought but untrue.

“Relax, Eggsy, please” she said quietly as she held her hands in front of her. “I’m not here against you. If you have the code, hurry up and put it in” (Y/N) pointed to the case that was sat at Harry’s feet.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Don’t bother (Y/N)” Eggsy smiled “no need to apologise. You got here just in time. You get him out of here. We can finish up here”

(Y/N) nodded and looked back at Jack who was lying flat on the floor, out cold. She huffed and lifted his limp body off the floor and flung his arm over her shoulders before dragging him out of the diner.

It was a day later when he decided to wake up. His head hurt like a bitch but he remembered everything that happened.

Her beautiful but angry face being the last thing he remember before blacking out. Well, that along with the pain that came with getting punched in the head at full force by a woman who could effortlessly win in every fight she took part in.

Jack knew (Y/N) was strong but damn, he didn’t know she was that strong.

He groaned as he sat up, lifting his hand to his head he felt a bandaged wrapped around it. But there was no one around him in the infirmary. But it seemed he woke up just in time because outside the see through doors, (Y/N) happened to walk past but gave no indication or care that she was coming to see him.

That’s because she wasn’t coming to see him. So she just kept on walking. But Jack felt he had a lot of explaining to do. To everyone.

He jumped out of bed, ignoring the sudden dizziness that washed over him and ran out of the room after her.

“(Y/N)!” He called. She came to a sudden stop but that was about it. She didn’t attempt to look at him or even speak. She barely acknowledged him to be honest.

“Darlin’ listen I-“ he tried but his words were cut short.

“You what Jack?” She hisses turning sharply to look at him “your sorry? Is that what you’re going to say?”

“W-Well...y-yeah but more than that. There’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve needed to tell you for a while now but I...I don’t know how to say it...”

She didn’t answer but just folded her arms over her chest and awaited him to continue. “For a while now I’ve...I’ve admired you. Looked up to you because you’re something else entirely. You’re amazing and...well I thought I was going to die if it weren’t for you. But I realised something then. That I love you (Y/N)”

She took a step back from him and laughed. She laughed even though her chest hurt. Even through her heart was pounding and shattering in her chest.

“Jack” she said “you expect me to believe that? You expect me to buy that after what you pulled?”

“You think I’m lying?” He asked sounding hurt.

“Seriously?” She whispered sharply “of course you’re lying. If you weren’t then...then you wouldn’t have fucking wanted millions of people dead over one person”

“Do you think I’m an idiot Jack? I get it okay. I get that it hurts to have someone taken from you. Someone you love. You know that I’ve had everyone I’ve ever loved taken from me. But the life of one person can never be paid for. They won’t come back. Not even if you wipe out the entire world, so what’s the point? Just because you lost your love and your child doesn’t give you the right to deny others that opportunity. You don’t have the right to let millions of people die even if they do make the wrong decisions”

“You haven’t lost everyone you love (Y/N)” he said taking a step towards her and taking her face in his large hands “I’m still here”

“Who said I love you?” She answered quickly looking at him with angry eyes. She lifted her hands to his wrists and pulled his hands from her face and pushed him away “maybe I did once. But how can I be in love with someone who doesn’t love me back? Someone who was more than happy to let millions die because of one person... Do you have any idea how fucked up that is Jack?”

“What? What I did? Or loving me?”

“Both! Any of it! It’s wrong! It’s all wrong!” She yelled. Her eyes filled with tears as her hands flew to her hair, pulling at the stands in frustration “how can I be in love with you? Why am I in love with you?”

“So you do love me?”

“Yes...but I don’t want too” she sobbed.

“Why?” He returned to his earlier position of being in front of her, his hands on her cheeks looking into her teary eyes “why not?”

“Because it hurts. It hurts so much to know you won’t love me back. I don’t want to be in pain anymore more”

“Did you not hear what I said? I do love you! I love you so much. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for being so fucking stupid and selfish. I’m so sorry (Y/N)”

“What do you expect me to say to that? That I forgive you?”

“No. I don’t want your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But please...at least believe me”

“Why did you do it? Why were you so willing to let them all die because of her?” She asked sadly.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot and no matter how hard I try, I can’t move on. But when I’m with you...all I love is you. All I want is you. I want you to help me move on. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you. I want you to help me (Y/N). Please...please help me” he raised his hands back to her cheeks and wiped away her tears.

Really it was his tears he should’ve been wiping away, but he hadn’t realised he was crying. (Y/N) just looked at him. She looked into his eyes looking for any hint of a lie.

But she couldn’t see one.

“I’ll help you...because...whether I want to or not...I love you Jack”

17/02/21

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A little bit broken, a little bit sad

A/N: Oh boy. I was inspired by this song. I love the vibe, I hope I succeeded portraying that vibe in a way. Yes, I get inspired by songs, I guess... I do recommend listening to them while reading or before. Can I write something without a flashback? I think not. But I actually like this one. This is S3E4 Javi, the ending, and I expanded it further on. I hope it’s enjoyable. I apologise for any mistakes

Summary: A bittersweet day only gets a bit more bittersweet for Javier.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (can be read as an insert)

Warnings: slight unhealthy coping mechanisms - alchohol consumption

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Javier sat at his desk, another glass of whiskey in his hands, a cigarette smoking between his fingers. He was picking at the day’s events, his own thoughts and emotions. Surely today was a win. Right? After a complex mission, that could’ve ended badly at any point if anyone had made a mistake, they did get Gilberto Rodríguez. That should be a win in Javier’s book. Not even the ambassador’s outlook could ruin this. He did what seemed right. People do want to see the godfathers in handcuffs and that’s what they’re gonna get.

Everything turned bittersweet when Colonel Martínez told him the news about his resignation. Javier felt guillty. He was the one that dragged Martínez into this. Colonel was one of the very few trustworthy people, and like he himself said, Javier was on his own now. It bothered Javier quite a bit. He didn’t want a good man to lose his job or his reputation, he also didn’t want to lose an ally in this already tricky situation.

Javier took the last sip of his drink and put out the cigarette. He looked at the files ant tapes scattered on his desk and walked out of his office.

“Hey, boss” Stoddard stopped him. “Good day today, huh?”

“The Jurado tapes” Javier didn’t let Stoddard suck up any more.

“W-well we...probably shouldn’t call them that ‘cause they’re not legal, per se”

“I want all of them.” Javier didn’t wait for Stoddard’s reaction or response. He walked away but stopped when the board with the cartel connection scheme came into his view. Like once before, he walked over and crossed out one of the godfathers’ photos.

It still felt bittersweet. He thought about the amount of work that awaits him. And how even the victories are followed by hardships. He ran a hand through his hair and from the corner of his eye he noticed something. Her office light was still on. Was she also working late? Javi suddenly felt the need to see her.

He started walking towards her office, heart racing, hands getting clamy. Oh how he had missed her. He slowed his pace once he saw her through the blinds of the office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. He took in the image. The way she looked in the yellowish lighting, the way she tilted her head reading the documents... She put down the documet she was studying and sat back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. She seemed tired, and at that sight Javi also realised how tired he was. Suddenly she shifted her gaze and saw Javier. ‘She must have heard me,’ he thought to himself. They locked eyes. She gave him a small smile and little wave. Javi felt flustered, but also managed to give a little wave. For a second he pondered stopping to say hi almost with a twitch in his step, but decided that it’d be best if he didn’t.

Javier headed outside, to his car, steps heavy and slow. He debated going to a bar, but decided that maybe he had enough for one evening. He sat behind the wheel and sighed. This definitely was one hell of a day. He started the car and exited the embassy. A bright sign caught his eye on the way back to the appartment. It was the bar he used to always pass on his way home. The bar they all used to pass. Javi, her and Steve. She always joked how they would one day go there to celebrate once the case was finally finished. That never happened. Javier got sent back beforehand.

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Javier headed towards her apartment and knocked on her door. He heard a slight stumble and a qiuet curse.

“Hey” he said once she opened the door.

“Hi, Javi” she quietly said back.

“I... Can we talk?”

She hesitated, but stepped over to the side and let him walk in. The apartment wasn’t a mess, but he could tell that she was struggling a bit. A bottle of liquor sat on the kitchen counter next to a half empty glass. She wasn’t a fan of alchohol, that was one of the indicators that she had not been feeling that well.

“What you wanna talk about?” She crossed her arms “Is it work?”

“Sort of.” He looked over to her. “Are you ok?” He asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine.” She said, voice a bit shaky.

“I know we had a fight, but I still care...about you.” Javier came closer to her.

“You want to talk work, go ahead.” Is all she said sitting down on the kitchen stool.

Javier sat in front of her and told her everything about his involvement with the vigilante group and how everything went south and lastly how he was being sent back to the States. There was silence when he finished explaining everything. He was examining her body language. She was still staring into the distance, arms crossed over her chest. He noticed that her eyes were glistening as she bit her lower lip.

“You...” she began.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get involved.”

“You knew what this could escalate to.” Her voice seemed calm, but the tears began to fall. “Gosh...That’s why you’ve been so distant...” she paused and took a deep breath. “You knew we were all worried about this situation, everyone was. The hell, you knew how it made me feel. I can’t even sleep at night anymore, Javier, I’m always on edge. And you said you care...”

“I do care about you. I tried managing everything, I did...” He lowered his head.

She stared at him, tears still streaming down her face. He couldn’t exactly tell what she was feeling. He guessed anger, but also sorrow and fear.

“My gosh, Peña.” She shook her head. He didn’t like that she called him by his last name, she only did that at work or in rare cases at home, when she was a bit angry or upset. They stayed silent for a while. Javier looked at the clock. As much as he didn’t want to go, he felt like he should. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” He said standing up. “I hope you’ll be ok... I love you.” Javier said looking down at the floor. He didn’t get a response and started heading towards the door.

“I.” she took a deep breath and looked at him. He slightly turned around and looked and her. “I hope they’ll go easy on you.”

Javier nodded and went straight to the door.

“I love you too” her voice reached his ears as he put his hand on the door handle. He stopped for a moment, but then quickly opened the door and headed to his own apartment.

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Javier realised he was already home by the time that heart wrenching memory finished playing in his head. He took off his tie as he went into his bedroom and sat on the bed. He stretched his neck.

He felt exhausted, but his mind kept going back and forth from one moment of the day to the other. His mind lingered a little bit on her. Gosh... He realised how much he missed her. The way she used to say his name, the way she used to walk. He missed the showers they’d take and how long they’d talk through the night and how in the end she would tell him that everything was going to be alright. Her scent that would linger on him when they hugged or how she would nuzzle her nose into his neck while they were laying in bed completely snugged. The way she would doodle little flowers on his paperwork with a pencil when he was complaining about a coworker that was acting like an idiot and a jerk.

Now they were physcially close to each other at work, but miles apart emotionally. At least that’s what he thought. They never went back to the way they were before. Javi gulped. She truly was all he had here. Now he had to navigate through all the hardships alone. He wished they would have each other, he wished it didn’t go so bad...

With a heavy heart Javi went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

“It’s done” he said quietly to himself and went on with his routine.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x OC #Javier Peña x OFC #Narcos #fanfic #Pedro Pascal #Javier Peña x reader

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Gee, I hope you’re ok

A/N: Again, not very happy with this one. I just wanted to write something for Marcus. I hope someone noticed the sort of pun in the title. But I do strongly recommend seeking medical help if you have any of the symptoms mentioned. I hope this is ok and enjoyable. I apologise for any mistakes

Summary: OC has an intense day and Marcus is there to check up on her.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x OFC (can be read as an insert)

Warnings: metions of vomiting, blood, probably medical inaccuracies, medical tests, fear of death

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She splashed some cold water on her face and grabbed the edge of the sink counter. She stared into her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Eyes a bit red, not too badly, but you could tell that she either didn’t sleep that well or had a bit of a crying session. The bags under her eyes a little bit more intense than usual. Lips slightly beginning to chap. She stared at herself for a good minute, hands holding the edge of the sink counter so firmly that they began to tremble, knuckles going white. She lowered her head and took a deep breath letting go of the counter.

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To have all of you and then none of you

A/N: I felt like I needed to get this out of my mind after listening to this song, however this does not even begin to capture the feeling that that song gives me. Maybe one day I’ll be able to improve this scenario. I don’t know how exactly funerals go in other countries so I did the best I could. I apologise for any mistakes and hope that this evokes some kind of emotion.

Summary: Javier sends off a loved one to rest for an enternity, his mind bringing up memories and his heart full of sorrow.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OC (could be read as an insert)

Genre: angst

Warnings: funeral,metions of a grave, crying, sadness

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Javier liked working alone for the most part, getting things done the way he wanted and liked, as much as his powers would let him, only teaming up with the Search Bloc and Carrillo when they went on raids. All of this was good enough for him, he didn’t feel like he needed any help. That’s why this new partner idea was bothering him a bit.

He had looked at her profile before today. She semed pretty, that’s for sure, with some experience, not fresh out of the academy, which is good, he didn’t want to be a mentor and this didn’t seem like the right place to do it anyway. He just hoped that she would blend in and not mess things up too much.

He waited for her to arrive outside the embassy, smoking a cigarette. He put it out when he saw her step out of a car that just arrived. She looked professional as he looked her up and down. They greeted each other and Javi showed her to the ambassador’s office and then around the departments as he introduced her to a bunch of agents.

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Gee, I hope you’re ok

Summary: OC has an intense day and Marcus is there to check up on her.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x OFC (can be read as an insert)

Warnings: metions of vomiting, blood, probably medical inaccuracies, medical tests, fear of death

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She always thought of herself as independent and strong-willed. There were things she had feared in her life, but all of them were met with rationality and the need to improve. But this, this situation felt different. She had not been feeling well for a while. At first she thought that it was simply indigestion from food poisoning, then that it was just stress induced indigestion that would pass. But the longer it went on the worse it got. She started feeling pain in the epigastric region and would be tormented by the urge vomit or vomiting itself. And finally yesterday evening she found blood in her stomach contents. Not a lot, but any amount of blood seemed like the wrong amount of blood to her. She called her her doctor and was told to come in for some tests the next thing in the morning.

She got ready hands still trembling a little bit. All of the possibilities that she knew of ran through her mind and she almost started crying. For once she wished someone was with her, for once she did curse at her need for independence.

She calmed herself a little bit when she got outside and took a breath of fresh air. On her way to the hospital she started feeling guilty for missing work. She called in sick and told her boss what was going on, she also texted her partner Marcus to tell him she wasn’t going to tag along the interrogations. He seemed very concerned when he called her early in the morning, asking if she needed any help, if she was feeling ok, questioning the system for making her wait that long, practically begging her to update him when she had the opportunity. Of course she said she’d manage everything on her own and that everything was fine and that she would update him whenever she could. ‘What was I thinking’ she cursed at herself as she headed to the doctor’s office.

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She felt tired as she got back home. It was the evening and she had not eaten anything all day. Partialy because of the tests she needed to get, partialy because she felt sick. She sat on her couch and rubbed her eyes. She heard her phone vibrate and picked it up. She saw multiple missed calls and tons of texts from Marcus.

‘I really hope you’re ok. Please text me when you get the chance’ read the latest text.

She felt guilt wash over for the second time that day. She promised she would update him, but forgot. She wrote a small paragraph apologising, telling him that she got home safe and that she’s fine.

She decided to take a shower and camp out in the living room watching TV.

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She stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror the same way she did in the morning. Eyes still a bit red, under eye bags still presents, more than ever, lips surprisingly not as chapped as she thought they would be.

She was staring at herself intensly when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly put on her robe and went to see who it was. She looked through the spyhole and was surprised to see her partner standing there with some sort of bag in his hands. She speedily opened there door.

“Hey, Marcus. What are you doing here?” she said with a smile forming. She did feel glad to see at least one nice familiar face after such a day.

“Hi. I just brought you some chicken noodle soup, I thought maybe it would make you feel..better.” He eyed her up and down. “Sorry, were you already going to bed?”

“Oh no,” she realised she was standing in front of him with nothing but a robe on “I just took a shower. Come on in” she step to the side making room for him to come inside.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to disturb you, I just wanted to see if you were ok and bring you some food” he said hesitating to step into her home.

“Of course I’m sure. Just get comfy in the living room or the kitchen and I’m going to...get changed.”

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She did feel a bit embarrassed that her partner saw her like that. Sure they’ve been through thick and thin, and they’ve seen each other in all kinds of circumstances, but this felt different. She was practically flashing him. She brushed off these thoughts, got changed and went back to find Marcus sitting on the living room couch with a few containers, of what she figured was food, sitting on the table.

“Hey you” he noticed her and scooched over.

She sat right next to him.

“I have some spoons somewhere in here,” Marcus said looking through the same bag he came in with.

“I’m not really that hungry.”

He looked at her with concern and (what she figured) pity on his face.

“Do you still feel sick?” he turned to fully face her.

“Yeah, a little bit” she said with an empty stare at the ground.

“Did they find something... bad?” he gulped.

“It could be worse. It’s just gastritis, and well my esophagus is inflammed too. They found an ulcer during the endoscopy, but they treated it. So now I just have to take some meds and after a while I should be fine”

“Sounds intense” he paused trying to take everything in. It did seem like a lot to him. “But I’m glad that you’re going to be ok” he put his hand on her knee and caressed it.

She felt warmth wash over her body. His touches always seemed to do that to her.

“I’m sorry I left the interrogations all to you,” she put her hand on his. Despite the warmth she felt from his touch her skin was cold.

“Are you joking? You’re sick, you have nothing to apologise for. Your health matters a lot more than any kind of work. Besides, you didn’t miss out on anything spectacular, we didn’t pin anyone to the case.” he took her hand into his trying to warm it up a little bit.

She let her guard down. She would have tried to somehow get out of the hand holding situation since it made her more flustered than she would have wanted, but this time she didn’t fight it. It did feel nice to get some warmth after such a day.

“Thank you for checking up on me” she got a bit closer to him.

“Anytime. I do care about you. A lot actually” Marcus smiled and blushed a little bit caressing her now warm hand.

They looked up at each other.

Marcus felt relief that she was ok, safe and sound. He did come over not only to simply check up on her, but also because he missed her. Without her the office seemed just empty and all kinds of wrong. He could not focus the whole day, checking his phone to see if she had left him a message or if he had missed any calls.

She felt a sense of calmness. She felt so scared the whole day, fearing for her life, all alone. But now she was with him, with Marcus, who made her heart race a bit faster, her smile a little bit bigger, her day a whole lot better.

“Could you... stay a little bit longer?” she said with tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit out of concern.

“Of course I can. Is everything ok?” he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I just..” she didn’t know what exactly she was doing or saying “I felt so terrified. And...alone.” It felt like all of the built up tension of the day’s events finally caught up to her and she let out a sob.

His heart broke into so many pieces seeing her cry. He leaned over and hugged her.

“You always seem so strong... you always take things on on your own. I don’t want you to endure pain by yourself,” he said and caressed her back a little bit. “ It’s ok. It’s ok.”

She let out a few more sobs into Marcus’ chest. He felt so upset, so upset that he didn’t help her. His eyes also filled with tears, but he held them off when she pulled away a bit.

“I’m sorry I...”

“You don’t need to apologise for anything” Marcus cupped her face rubbing small circles with his thumbs on her cheeks. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Everything’s ok”

She felt comfort in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. A tiny smile formed on her face as she found his hands and gave them a small squeez of thankfulness.

“You know, I think I saw they were showing reruns of some old movies” she pointed at the TV.

“Oh, you know they’re my favourite” Marcus said as his eye lit up from her words.

She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, finding the channel that was showing Roman Holiday. They both got comfortable on the couch. And she didn’t even notice how she leaned over to rest her head on Marcus’ shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you, Marcus” she patted his thigh.

“Always,” Marcus found her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers and gave her a little squeeze. “Always.”

#Marcus Pike x OC #Marcus Pike x reader #the mentalist #Marcus Pike #Pedro Pascal #fanfic

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Apples & Lattes

A/N: Not requested or anything, but I have been in my fall and Marcus feels, so here we are. Its just a lot of sweet fluff, but I hope you all enjoy 💕🥰

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 7.6k

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“When are you going to finally settle down and get married?” you nearly choked on your wine as your mother calmly asked you the question you’d pointedly hoped wouldn’t happen. But here it was. Again. Just like so many other times.

Once you’d calmed down and cleared the sweet, red wine from your throat, you set your glass down and plastered the kindest smile you could muster up on your face. The air in the room was so thick with tension it was physically palpable, “I’m not.. I’m not even seeing anyone, Mom. I don’t think that’s a feasible question at this point.”

“But honey,” there was that sticky sweet and concerned tone again, “you’re getting older and still haven’t married. Aren’t you worried that you’ll end up alone? Why haven’t you found anyone yet?”

“Gee, thanks for the concern,” you sighed as you pushed your plate away, suddenly losing your appetite. You knew you shouldn’t have to come to Sunday Dinner at your parents’ house. Everyone else in the room was deathly silent - no was sure what to say or do, “but um, no, it’s never occurred to me. I don’t think about it, really.”

Oh, but you did. You just weren’t about to admit that to her just yet.

“Look at all your friends, and colleagues,” she wasn’t about the let issue go. Fantastic, you wanted to groan and slam your head onto the table then and there, “they’re all married, getting married, or starting their own families.”

“And that’s great for them,” you cut her off, “I’m just not there, and honestly, I don’t know if I ever will be. And that’s just fine by me. I don’t have to be like everyone else.”

“I just want you to be happy-”

“And I am,” you insisted. And you were - truly. But there was a part of you that did long for more… “really. I’m also busy with work - in case you’ve forgotten I run my own business. Besides, I just haven’t met anyone that’s really caught my eye.”

You’d gone on dates here and there, but no ever really seemed to be…the one. The one you’d be willing risk it all for and with. Sure, some were nice, really nice, and others were good for a night in bed, but you’d never deemed anyone worthy of more. Your time was precious, and you weren’t about to waste it on anyone just because, just so you could have a half hearted relationship that ultimately left you unfulfilled.

“Maybe you should be…less picky,” she suggested and you almost snorted laughter.

“Listen,” you stood up abruptly, your chair scraping lucky against the wooden floor, “this has been great and all, but I’m going to go. I didn’t come here to be berated and belittled because of choices I’ve made. If I wanted that, I’d serve a customer a wrong order. And no, mom, I’m not going to be less picky or lower my standards just to find someone and please you.”

“What if you ever find someone? You’re so arrogant and stubborn sometimes-”

“Then so be it,” you tossed the napkin onto the table and gave everyone a mock bow before turning to leave, “and then I’ll be a lonely, but happy, old spinster!”

Before anyone of them could respond with so much as a sound, you stormed out of the room and out of the house, ready to be far, far away from them.

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Hi, if you're still taking in requests, could you write something for Marcus Pike? Like maybe it's his birthday and the reader, who's his friend and coworker, gives him a little gift, something cute, that reminds her of him, but he forgot her birthday, which was a few weeks ago

Hi! Here we go, I hope you like it!

gif: @nathan-bateman

Marcus was dumbstruck. There was no other way to put it.

The moment he noticed the big, red bag on his desk, his heart sunk into his chest. Of course he knew whom it was from right before opening it or checking for any card. He didn’t need to.

He knew you too well. He knew this was the kind of thing you would do.

He had received polite “Happy birthday” wishes the entire morning, but that was the highlight of his day. He smiled as he reached inside the bag and took out an edition of Casablanca on DVD and a bottle of a very expensive red wine. He chuckled, sinking into his chair as he absentmindedly looked at the card and read it over and over again.

Of course you would go over the top for him, he thought. You always did. He knew you too better to not know that you would pull something like that even in at the office, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Your birthday had been over a month ago, and he hadn’t gotten you anything. You didn’t mind or care one bit, since you had both worked on one of your most difficult cases yet at the time, but Marcus still felt guilty over it, especially now.

“There he is, the birthday boy!” you teased him.

Marcus rose from the chair and hugged you tightly.

“Happy birthday, Markie,” you said.

He huffed, smile still not leaving his lips.

“You’re lucky we’re friends, otherwise you wouldn’t get away with calling me that,” he replied.

“I like to take advantage whenever I can.”

“I can see that.”

“I hope you like it. The gift. It’s not something incredible, but... those are the two things which make me think of you whenever I see them.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I really do appreciate it, it’s so sweet of you.”

You smiled as well.

“When I say I think of you when I see those things, I mean you’re made of old movies and alcohol.”

This time Marcus laughed out loud, hugging you again. He still felt bad for the way he let your own birthday slip right past you.

“How about we go out to dinner tonight? My treat,” he proposed.

“It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t have to do that.”

“Au contraire. And besides... I feel terrible that I forgot about your birthday.”

“Come on, you’re still worried about that?”

“Yes. You’re one of my closest friends, and that’s not a way to treat a friend.”

“Marcus, we were super focused on that case, we went all in for it and we didn’t even know if we were gonna make it out alive. My birthday was the least of my concerns, trust me.”

“I know, but I still feel bad. And I wanna make up for it. Let me take you out to dinner tonight.”

You sighed, pretending to think hard and long over the question. Marcus knew you would succumb and agree either way, but he enjoyed your little games as much as you did.

“Fine, if that’s what you really want,” you caved in.

“Thank you again for the gift, Y/N.”

He pressed a light kiss on your cheek and patted your arm as he returned to his desk to continue his work. You, however, were left thinking of that small gesture for longer than you cared to admit.

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To have all of you and then none of you

Summary: Javier sends off a loved one to rest for an enternity, his mind bringing up memories and his heart full of sorrow.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OC (could be read as an insert)

Genre: angst

Warnings: funeral,metions of a grave, crying, sadness

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“You don’t seem to get along with..any of them” she said settling in their shared office.

“We’re not friends, we don’t have to get along. It’s work” he said taking out a pack of cigarettes and offering her one. She took one and was about to take out her own lighter when Javi lit the cigarette for her.

“Thanks” she paused for a moment “so, how has it been here, fill me in, don’t skip out on the details” she sat back in her chair and grined.

Javier was brought back to present events by someone’s sob. Most likely her mother’s. Even the weather seemed grim as if it was mourning too. He watched as the pallbearers laid down the coffin. Her coffin. He tried to comprehend what was happening, but was struggling to do so, it felt too surreal.

How precious is a human life. How easy is it to lose it. One day you’re talking to a person and the next day they’re gone. One day you’re kissing the person you love and the next day you’re picking out their coffin. One day you feel your lover’s hands on your waist, embracing you, leaving their scent on you and the next day you’re calling their family to tell them about their passing. One day you have a fight with the love of your life, the next day you’re trying to process their passing and crusifying yourself for your words and mistakes.

Javi watched as they lowered her coffin into the ground, her mother let the handful of dirt fall down to her daughter’s permanent resting spot. People started heading to their cars, some were talking about the reception and how they hoped that there would be alcohol. This drove Javier nuts, he cursed at them even though they were her relatives and loved ones. The ones that stayed behind for a while were her parents, a couple of old friends and Javier. He took this in. Once he left that would be it, this was the last goodbye.

He wanted to come closer to the grave, to her. Every step brought tears to his eyes and by the time he was close enough it felt like he was going to start weeping like never before.

“Thank you again, Agent Peña” her mother’s voice startled him a tiny bit “thank you for bringing our little girl back home”

“It was the least I could do” Javi’s voice was husky from all the built up sorrow.

He thought back on the horrible trip back to the States. He had asked the ambassador to let him accompany her body back. He didn’t want any other official doing that, it didn’t feel right to him and Steve said that he’d stay at the embassy if any problems were to arise. The flight seemed to last ages. It did give him time to think about what to say to her family. They knew that Javi was her partner, friend, she just hadn’t had the time to tell them more of their relationship, that they were more that just partners and just friends for quite some time. He decided not to tell them of the relationship, it wouldn’t do any good.

“Will you join us for the reception?” her mother asked once again scattering his thoughts.

“I...”

“It’d be lovely to have you with us for a little bit longer. You spent so much time with our daughter” her mother’s voice quivered “she always mentioned how much you mean to her as a partner”

“I’ll attend the reception” he assured her mother. He didn’t want to spend so much time with a bunch of strangers many of which seemed to be here only because it was an obligation, but her mother treated him with kidness considering the circumstances. It seemed like she felt gratitude of some sort, gratitude which Javier didn’t feel deserving of. He also didn’t want to go back to Colombia, back to the drug war, back to the place where she died, to his appartment where they had spent so much of their time together so soon.

The sun was peering from a slit of the curtains, shining right onto his face. He wanted to sleep in on his day off, but the light just woke him up. He reach out to his left but felt no one there. He opened his eyes to see that he was alone in his bed. He thought that maybe she went back to her appartment when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. He got out of bed, put on his sweatpants and went to investigate.

He found her in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee all lit up by beautiful morning sun rays. She noticed him and smiled.

“Good morning, love” she said placing the cup of coffee on the breakfast bar “did you sleep well?”

He came closer and hugged her from behind, leaving small soft kisses on her neck.

“I slept well when you were right beside me”

She turned around to face him. She caressed his cheek before kissing him deeply and slowly. When they pulled away Javi raised an eyebrow. He was used to such kisses in the evening, when both of them were eager.

“I’m just glad to have you in my life, Javi” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek “all of this would be much harder without you”

A cold breeze brushed his cheeks. He noticed that he was the only one still standing at the gravesite.

“It’s going to be much harder without you” he whispered as tears were welling up in his eyes.

With another gust of wind his tears started falling. He let them stream down his face, but he didn’t let out a sound. He took in the silence. The last few moments between him and her. His mind was racing with so many conversations that they’d had, so many memories, so many nights together. His chest felt tight as if his heart was about to burst out of it and run off to her. He looked at the very new grave one more time.

“I love you” he let the words leave his lips.

He turned around and started walking away, back to the car. Fists clenched, heart aching, tears still streaming down his face.

“I’ll always love you” he whispered and felt a soft warm breeze brush his cheek.

#Javier Peña x OC #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña #Narcos #fanfic

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Hi! Can I request a Javi fic? Where the reader is a coworker and is 🥺 kindhearted, caring and always tries to get along with everyone/see the good in everyone, but some people just take her for granted and use her kindness to their advantage/abuse her kindness. I feel like Javi wouldnt do that, or would sort of do that too in the beginning, but later on appreciate her. Oh and maybe she could feel upset over the fact she doesn't feel like she's working hard enough because someone insulted her work. Some angst/fluff,maybe? And I read that you're writing many things at once, I don't mind waiting, as long as you're feeling good~

When it goes to plan (Javier Peña x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: I’m so so so very sorry that this took so long Anon. But it’s here. And I hope you like it! I hope it’s what you were thinking. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, Javi questions himself a lot, Steve being Steve, Steve being a match maker, an unnamed co-worker being a bitch

Summary: Javier makes a plan of action, but second guesses himself so changes it. But plan A was the better option it turns out

It was quite the sight for Steve. To see his usually confident and cocky partner get all flustered in front of a pretty girl. It was usually the other way, the girl would fall for his charm and then fall into his bed. But not this one. She was special to Javi, she was the one girl he wanted to be with, but the one girl he couldn’t have.

The first time Steve had seen them interact, it had been a rough day, so he mistook his flustered manner to be that of frustration or exhaustion. But every interaction they shared since that revealed more and more truth.

Steve and Javier were sat at their shared desks in the centre of the room when she came walking down the steps. Javier did a double take towards her and watched her every move as she went to another woman giving her usual sweet smile as she spoke to her about something that Javi couldn’t hear.

Steve looked up from the file he was reading when the clicking from the typewriter suddenly stop. He saw that Javier’s eyes were trained on her. They held a softness in them, one he hadn’t ever seen in him before. True adoration for the young agent.

Javi’s face then turned bright red when she walked over to the two of them, his head shooting back around as he restarted in typing again.

“You need a hand with that (Y/N)?” Steve offered noticing the ever growing pile of papers in her hands.

“No, I got it” she assured with a smile as she set the pile down on there desk.

“Are they all for us?” Javier asked her as he lifted his head slightly, but he didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. So he just stared at the files.

“No. They’re already done. I was just going around collecting any people wanted me to take in. Do you guys have any?”

“Looks like you’ve got enough there (Y/N)” Javier gave her a soft smile “we can take ours up later”

“You sure?” She asked, he nodded “alright” she then lifted the pile back into her arms “see you later guys” Javi followed her with his eyes as she walked away from their desks and into Messina’s office.

He turned back to his typewriter, reading over the last few lines to remember where he was “so” Steve began “this whole waiting game is getting pretty old now”

“What are you talking about?” Javier muttered, only half paying attention to his partner.

“Oh come on Javi” Steve said as he leaned on his desk “you clearly like her”

“She’s a friend Steve”

“Yeah, only ‘cause you’re too scared to ask her out” Steve pointed out crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back smugly in his chair “you only have to ask and I’ll do it for you”

“I’m not 12 Murphy” Javi spat “I don’t need you to ask her out for me”

“So you’ll do it yourself then?”

“That’s not what I said. I’m not asking her out”

“Why not? Come on Javi. She’s a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d say yes”

Javier had given up on trying to reason with him, so he just went to ignoring him. But Steve kept talking about how great of a couple they would be and how he should definitely ask her out. But it was like white noise in Javi’s ears as he typed away on the typewriter information that probably didn’t make any sense anymore after being interrupted so many times.

It didn’t stop there, he brought it up at any given moment. And Javi was close to loosing his temper but he remained calm and somehow managed to get through the day without punching Steve in the face...

But that night Javier couldn’t sleep. Not that this was a rare occurrence to him. He was just thinking over Steve’s words. As annoying as it was, he knew Steve was right. And that bothered him.

Because now he was stuck in a loop of hearing Steve words in his head and see images of her beautiful face. Memories of her sweet smile and laugh.

And the memory of when they first met.

He admitted a long time ago that he certainly used her sweet and kind nature to his advantage. Basically using her for things he couldn’t he bothered to do simply because he knew she would do it no questions asked.

It was always the talk of the town when a new agent was being added to the DEA team in Colombia. People would often take bets on how long they would last before they were shipped back home either by their own accord or simply because they weren’t good enough. It had happened for before. But people also chattered about if it was someone they would know, someone they used to work with back in the states.

But this time, it was a complete new, fresh out the box agent that everyone was excited to meet. Not that Javi really cared about new people.

It was a few weeks in to the new agents being placed in Colombia and Javi was yet to meet them. He had caught wind of a few bits and pieces about them. That she was a woman. And that she couldn’t be very old. And that her name was (Y/N). As well as a few other things. One notable point was that she was defiantly a people pleaser. As in, she wanted to be liked. And by the way the others spoke about her, she would do absolutely anything to get people to like her.

This is what made Javi seek to peruse her. Mainly it was down to curiosity to see if what people were saying was actually true but also, on the more selfish side, to see if he could use her in anyway.

When he first laid eyes on her, he was immediately blown away by just how beautiful she was. People had failed to mention that. Form the first moment he saw her, she was smiling. Always smiling.

Javi didn’t know whether he should approach her or wait. If she were making her rounds in trying to meet everyone then he guessed she just hadn’t got round to his side of the embassy yet. But now that he had seen her, he wanted to make himself known to her as soon as possible.

Their first meeting was actually a little on the cold side. Probably because someone had tipped her off about what Javier Peña did with pretty girls. She was suspicious of him right from the start. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get him to like her.

(Y/N) always made sure to stop by his office to check in on him, to see if he needed anything or wanted anything. To which he always had an answer. Offloading a bunch of files to her or getting her to make him a coffee of something. She always complied.

But something of a better nature got to him and he toned down his heavy requests. But her persistently kind nature started to bug him. Not because he didn’t appreciate her sweetness, but because he couldn’t understand why she continued with this act when half the agents wouldn’t even give her the time of day.

So one day, he decided to confront her about it. But he did so in the complete wrong way.

“Do you have something to prove?” He asked her instead of thanking her for the coffee she had so kindly made him.

“What?” She asked, thrown off by his question.

“Are you trying to prove yourself to someone?” He asked again. He could see her thinking over his question but she looked genuinely confused about what it was he was implying.

“I-I...no?” She answered in a less than convincing tone, she wasn’t sure if that was the right answer to give.

“Then why are you so...nice all the time?”

“Is...is being nice a problem?”

“Well no” Javi sighed “look (Y/N), you’re a nice girl and all but this act you’ve got? You should’ve waste your time in being so kind to everyone else. Don’t expect them to be nice to you back”

“I don’t...that’s not why I’m nice to everyone. I don’t expect people to return the favour. I do it because...well someone needs to lighten the mood around here. Sometime people just need a little good in their lives, especially in this job”

Since then, Javi felt himself getting closer to her and they developed a sort of friendship. But Javi being who he was fell for her. Which was what he couldn’t admit to Steve. He couldn’t admit that Steve was right no matter how right he was.

But his feelings for (Y/N) were building up too quickly. He was close to bursting. Maybe he would just have to bite the bullet and ask her out. Proving Steve was right.

The next day, Javi had spent all morning hyping himself up for the big day. The day he would ask her out. But the closer he got to the embassy the more nervous he became.

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. What if she said no? She hadn’t exactly let on that she feels more than friendship towards him. It was unlikely she would agree. But didn’t have to ask her to be his girlfriend right there and then right? He could just ask her out for a few drinks or something.

Yes. That was a better plan. Less intimidating too. Just ask her for a drink. That harmless.

In all his thinking and worrying, his feet and brought him right to the door of her office. He didn’t knock, he never did. But maybe he should’ve this time.

When he walked in, he saw her hunched over her desk looking somewhat sad and frustrated. She glanced up at him but he gaze didn’t remain there for long before she was looking back down at the paper she was writing on. Javier hadn’t ever seen her sad before. He didn’t think it was possible. She was always the one to be smiling. So now he wanted to know who or what had taken her smile from her...and from him.

“(Y/N)?” He said quietly as he closed her office door and came to take the seat opposite her “what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing...” she mumbled as she lowered her head, trying to ignore him. He portably should’ve taken the hint that she wanted to be alone and leave. But for some reason, he couldn’t. If it were anyone else, he probably would’ve, but because it was (Y/N), he couldn’t leave her alone. Not when she looked so upset.

“It can’t be nothing if it’s stopped you smiling” he said “come on, you can tell me”

Was it something he did? He quickly raked his brain in trying to think back to if he had upset her in anyway. He didn’t think he had. But then again, Javier Peña couldn’t ever tell if what he was doing was right or wrong.

(Y/N) let out a sigh and put down her pen, rubbing her hands over her face before looking at him. “Maybe you were right...” she said.

“About what?”

“About me...Maybe I should stop being so nice to everyone...”

“What’s makes you say that (Y/N)?” Maybe it was something he did. But why would she bring that up after so long? Did he do something else?

“One of the...one of the new agents” she muttered. Javi didn’t even know there were any new agents. “Apparently I’ve made a name for myself. And she doesn’t like it. So when I tried to welcome her here, she basically told me to fuck off and drop the act so I actually do my work properly”

“What the fuck?” Javi didn’t mean to say that, but he was angry that she had been treated that way. But he knew that perhaps it wasn’t so different to what he had said to her.

“I just...I wanted everyone to be a little happier in this job. I can’t help it if I’m nice to everyone...it’s just who I am” he watched as a tear rolled down her cheek. He lifted his hand and brushed it away with his thumb. “Is it...is it wrong? Am I wrong to to that?”

“No (Y/N)” he assured her “it’s not. I can tell you that everyone here appreciates it when you talk to them. You do make their lives here that much better with you constant joy. You’re good at what you do here. Both in your work and helping people. Don’t let one person put you down. It won’t be long until she is the one in need of your help”

“I’m sorry Javi” she said pulling her head away from his hand and wiping the tears away herself “I didn’t mean to...cry..”

“It’s fine. In a weird way, it’s kind of nice. Because it means that you get to be looked after rather than you having to look after everyone else” he gave her a soft smile that she returned making his heart flutter. “That’s better”

“What is?”

“Seeing you smile again” her cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his words “I love your smile”

“I love you”

There was silence in the room.

Did that actually just happen? Did she actually just say that?

Yes. She did. It was an accident. She hadn’t meant it but it was just in the heat of the moment. She meant it, she did love him, but it was just awkward to blurt it out like she did.

“What?” Javi asked quietly. She just stared at him with wide eyes. She knew she couldn’t take it back and if she said she didn’t mean it that could be even worse.

“What?” She asked back. Good play, (Y/N). Play dumb. Because that always works.

“You...you said you love me”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did”

“Oh god...” she whispered as she buried her face in her hands, muttering things to herself that he couldn’t make out.

“Do you?” He asked. She didn’t answer, she silenced herself but didn’t look back up at him. “I mean...I can’t say I love you. But I can say that I like you. A lot”

(Y/N) slowly lifted her head and looked at him. He showed no sign of wanting to backtrack his words unlike she did. “That was partly the reason I came here. Originally I came here to...ask you “out” as such. But...I changed it to just asking you if you’d like to get a drink with me later. But now I guess I can go with my original plan”

“S-So...you’re...asking me out?” She stuttered.

“Yeah?” He said in a questioning tone “I mean..I guess?”

She smiled gently to him and nodded “then I’m saying yes”

Javier didn’t know why he was surprised when she agreed, she had just confessed that she loved him. But still, he was overjoyed that she accepted his offer.

“So...would you like you to get a drink with me after work?” He asked.

She gave a light laugh and nodded “of course Javi”

So, despite all his worrying, things did go to plan. In a weird sort of way.

29/01/21

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