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The Cowboy and the Barefoot Dancer/Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader

Synopsis: You find yourself alone in the middle of a dance floor at a wedding you shouldn’t have gone to in the first place. Good thing there’s a handsome cowboy feeling the same way.

Warnings: None. Pure fluffy goodness!

Author’s note: Long time no see my darlings! Life has been quite a handful, but I’m glad to be going through a wonderful time of both creativity and productivity. Much of my inspiration comes from music, so this one’s inspired by Ross Ellis’ “Barefoot Dancer”. I hope to write more soon, but thank you so so much for the continued support!! ❤️

Word count: 833

I’m only here for the whiskey, he thought, right?

Jack Daniels sat sprawled at a dimly lit corner table where the purple disco lights could not reach him. His large left hand mindlessly fiddled with a loose white flower petal that fell from the large centerpiece adorning the circular table. A glass of whiskey sat in front of him, virtually untouched.

His real interest lay in the dance floor, nearly empty at this time of night. Speckled with a few lingering guests, his eyes followed the radiant woman in the middle of the dance floor. It was an indisputable fact that the barefoot dancer looked gorgeous in the long black dress. The silk hugged her curves just right and moved with her body as she bounced to the music. Her loose curled hair swinging to and fro and her red lips singing along to every pop song. She was quite a vision.

In any other instance, Jack would have sweet talked himself to her side during the cocktail hour and have her sipping champagne in his apartment before the first dance started. But he noticed her lonely smile as the bride walked down the aisle and the way her eyes teared up ever so slightly when the bride’s bouquet missed her by two women. He knew she’d need more than a no-strings-attached one night stand; something he couldn’t provide right now. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from staring, even though he should have left the ballroom hours ago.

His finger dropped the petal and picked up the whiskey. Taking a slow sip, Jack decided he should leave. He couldn’t be the strong and steady that beautiful, lonely woman required, so what was the point of lingering? He set the now empty glass down and picked up the tux jacket he had tossed on the chair earlier. Just as he was about to leave, the upbeat music suddenly turned slow. An outdated ballad blasted from the speakers as the two final couples on the dance floor embraced. The barefoot dancer was left standing alone in the middle of the floor, the earlier bounce and sparkle gone. The sight hurt Jack more than he’d care to admit.

In that moment, heart overtook mind. Instead of going to the exit, Jack found himself at the edge of the dance floor, now shamelessly staring into your eyes. You had noticed the cowboy just after the bride had walked down the aisle. It was around the same time it had dawned on you that going to a co-worker’s wedding a week after you called off your engagement was really not the best idea. Holding back tears throughout the ceremony, the thought of the brooding cowboy across the aisle kept you from a complete meltdown. Now here you stand, a little drunk and barefoot in the middle of an empty dance floor while a handful of happy couples slow dance… just what you needed to finish off this terrible day. As you move to leave for good, you spot his deep hazelnut eyes at the edge of the dance floor. The cowboy was looking right at you with pure, unadulterated longing.

You found each other just as another outdated ballad started blasting through the speakers. It’s the type of song that screams “party’s over, please leave”. Still, it only encouraged Jack more as he saw the barefoot dancer up close, your deep red lips and curled hair looking even more luscious now.

“May I have this dance?”

You smiled at his deep, husky voice and nodded, no other words needed. Your bright, genuine smile ignited something in him that had been gone for far too long. He wrapped his sturdy arms around you and his large hands fell in the small of your back. You wrapped yours around his neck and found your head naturally leaning on his chest, feeling relaxed for the first time in days. The effect this cowboy had on you was unimaginable, you closed your eyes and just swayed in perfect silence.

“I couldn’t help but notice your lonely smile during the ceremony,” he whispered thoughtlessly, “And I really, really don’t mean to intrude, you don’t owe me anything, darling. I just wanted to let you know that you’ll find your way. Lonely only lasts a while.”

You leaned closer. Somehow the cowboy knew exactly what to say. Somehow the barefoot dancer knew exactly how to get those words out of him, the words he also had to hear.

Jack gave you his coat and you draped it over your exposed shoulders. He carefully buckled your delicate heels, despite the trace of whiskey in his breath. Arm in arm, you strolled out of the now empty ballroom in your own little bubble of bliss. Laughing about nothing in particular and reveling in the simplicity of a perfect stranger.

And just like that, the cowboy and the barefoot dancer held each other since the golden morning light. The loneliness was forgotten, at least for a twilight.

#jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #jack Daniels x reader #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal characters #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal fic #Pedro Pascal fanfic

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LOOK AT THIS WONDERFUL ART!!! LOOK AT IT! SHARE IT! MARVEL IT!! AHHH

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BEHOLD THIS TALENT!!!

Brown Eyes my beloved 💛

This post is brought to you by Pedro Pascal’s left side profile (idk why but every reference pic from that episode where from the same angle XD)

I don’t usually do portraits, especially not real people, but I guess procrastinating uni stuff does wonders to my art XD

Also I am so sorry for the person I’m gonna become in the next few weeks, I got back into my Clone Wars hyperfixation and I am gonna make it everyone else’s problem 😎✌️

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A Risk Without Reward/Maxwell Lord x Reader

Synopsis: It’s been ten years since your passionate college relationship with Maxwell Lord. You can’t sleep and your mind wanders to Max.

Warnings: Nothing risqué! Basically pure angst...

Author’s note: I have been going through an awful case of writer’s block, but after listening to Lucy Dacus, I finally had enough energy and creativity to put some words on a page! This lil fic is based off of her song “Addictions”, (which I literally could not recommend more!!). I don’t really know what I wrote, but I’m honestly proud I just managed to write anything at all, lol.

Word count: 640

You toss and turn between your silky sheets. You can’t sleep. Usually the television would provide some welcome white noise on sleepless nights like these but ever since Maxwell’s commercial went live, you lost the peace that came with your tv. You check the digital clock on your nightstand- 2:00 am. 2:00 am with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. It was one of those days where you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maxwell Lord was your college boyfriend, and it felt a little pathetic to admit that some nights you can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him. It’s been 10 years since you graduated. You’re an author now, a New York Times bestselling writer for crying out loud, a well-adjusted adult with a respectable job.Still, on nights like this one you still feel like that nervous kid walking into freshman orientation. You remembered that magical July, riding shotgun through the Pacific Coast Highway, watching the crystalline waves shimmer as Max sang along to American Pie. You sent so many nights parked by dingy hotels, cradled into each other, watching the stars and the airplanes, but mostly catching not-so-secret glimpses of each other. Who knew one day it'd be so hard to have him by your side?Max was the most ambitious person you’ve ever known, obsessed with making sure every second of his day is productive. That was interesting to you in college, his ambition fueled your own. It was as if you would both reach the stars you looked up to all summer long, side by side as soon as you both graduated. But Max’s ambition quickly caught up to him. Soon you realized he viewed you the same way he saw the business ventures, were you a risk without reward or did you make him proud? This is usually as far as you let your mind wander. You know yourself, if you picture him for one second longer you’ll bury yourself in a hole of nostalgia. But even worse, you’ll start to wonder what if. What if you ignored his faults? What if he climbed next to you in bed right now and looked at you with the same love he had 10 years ago? What if you were interesting enough to keep him captivated? But you weren’t. God, it’s strange how easy it is to forget all the shit he put you through. No matter how far you travel, you always return here. This crossroads between you and Max. A path you’ve been down countless times, a choice you’ve already made. Yet, here you are once again, now floating before your landline, your fingers ready to call him again. You’ve done this before, you know he’ll pick up. Maxwell loves a challenge. You have a signing tomorrow, you have to rest. You pick up the glossy plastic phone. A yawn escapes you. You insert the first three digits. The linoleum floor is cold, your sheets are still warm. The next three flee your fingers. You take a step back, the phone still in your hand. You check the clock again- 3:30 am. Tears now silently stream down your face. You force the phone back on the hook. You might call but you shouldn’t. You’re addicted to him, to his voice, to his approving eyes. The approval you haven’t felt in a very, very long time. He might pick up, but he shouldn’t. He was addicted too, addicted to the way you needed him. Addicted to the way you craved his approval. You know how good he feels when he hears your voice, how strong it makes him think he is. Today you make the choice to no longer let him control you. To release all those years of senseless waiting, to force his grip free. You go back to bed and finally, sleep finds you.

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My heart can't handle this 🥺❤️ Thank you so much, your words truly mean so much!

The Making of a Memory / Javier Peña x Reader / No Lorraine AU

Synopsis: You and Javier Peña have been inseparable since birth. A couple as constant as the sleepy town of Laredo itself. But what happens when Javi outgrows your town, while all your aspirations have revolved around his presence in Laredo? Only your last date will tell…

Warnings: No risqué content, safe for all ages! Lots of angst (mostly by the fem, character) and some sweet fluff.

Author’s note: I am so excited to be sharing this story! :) I don’t really know when or how Javi got to Colombia, but since it’s already an AU with no Lorraine, I left the numbers and reason really vague. Hope you enjoy this small town romance!

Word count: 2.7k

This was it. Possibly the last time you’d ever see your boyfriend again.

You had started dating Javier Peña in High School, although you’ve known each other since birth. Your moms were both so excited when they found out they were pregnant at the same time- a baby boy and a baby girl, just made for each other. It all started with the teasing, your parents would constantly joke about you two dating, which would prompt disgusted looks from both of you. Until one day in 9th grade, you stopped seeing Javi as your awkward, funny playmate and more like the loving, gentle boy you just wanted to kiss on the lips.

Ever since then, you and Javi were an institution in Laredo, as natural as the town itself. But as much as you both tried so hard to hang on, you each had big dreams and ambitions of your own. Goals you had to travel beyond the city limits to reach. Javi would move to Colombia as part of his ever-growing role in the Drug Enforcement Administration. You wanted to move to Los Angeles and pursue a career in filmmaking, something you’ve been quietly longing for since you watched Casablanca with your dad.

Tonight was the culmination of the first 20-or-so years of your life, the day before Javi will board a plane to a foreign country 2,514 miles away with no intention of coming back. Tomorrow also marks the day you will start your drive up to the city of angels, leaving the borders of Laredo for the first time in your life. You both wanted to make your last day together special, so Javi planned the perfect last date to give each other a proper goodbye.

You’re wearing Javi’s favorite blue sundress and your trusty brown cowboy boots. The picture-perfect girl next door. At least that’s how everyone else sees you- just Javi’s other half, his supporter, his partner assigned at birth. But not him. With him, you opened up. He saw your fears and longings and flaws. He was the first person to see you, to encourage you. And now he was leaving, and you were leaving…

The honk of his pickup truck shatters your thoughts. You were going to enjoy every single second of your perfect last date.

A light knock at the door. His knock. You open the creaky screen door, and a smile instantly forms on your face at the sight of him. His perfect brown hair, his lovely eyes, that little smirk you could never get enough of. You wanted to memorize the image of him standing in a faded red flannel, holding a bouquet of daisies on your front porch forever.

“Hi amor,” he greets you, the familiar pet name sounds as genuine as your own name. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be…”

He takes you in for a kiss. You can taste the breath mint he just finished chewing, a trace of coffee, and another flavor you couldn’t quite place. The slow and passionate kiss makes you realize you’re not ready at all.

The moment you step into his truck, you can feel the shift. It still smelled familiarly like Javi’s cologne, worn leather, and his daily cup of coffee… but it felt different, as if even the fabric of the seats knew this would be the last time he was picking you up at home.

As if sensing your anxiety, Javi puts your playlist into the car’s player, the sound of Sixpence None The Richer’s “Kiss Me” floods the dated inside of the pickup truck. Your song.

You smiled. Because of the countless rom coms you forced Javi to sit through, this is the song he chose to play when he asked you to be his girlfriend. Standing outside your porch, holding his new black stereo on one arm, and a bouquet of daisies on the other. You thought that was the song that would play at your wedding. That day feels like both a lifetime and a week ago.

Javi gingerly takes your hand, rubbing his thumb on top of your palm.

“How are you feeling?” He asks. By the tone of his voice, you know he wants to hear a genuine answer.

“Honestly… I don’t know. It feels unnatural to leave, like the universe programmed us to automatically live and die in Laredo, and that by leaving I’m breaking a central cosmic rule-”

“You were always greater than this town, mi amor. Your real destiny starts tomorrow,” he squeezes your hand in reassurance, “It’s written in the stars- your name in shining lights: actress, director, screenwriter. I could always see it.”

You smile at him, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your hand and returns your smile.

What you haven’t told him is that you’ve never seen your name headlining a blockbuster movie or on an Oscar nomination, you weren’t even sure you wanted all of that. That somewhere inside of you, the stars have written out your name, followed by “resident of Laredo, Texas; wife of Javier Peña”.

As he drives, you look out the window. Flashing by are all the places that have made you the person you are, contained in the golden-pink sunset spell of the city. Everything in this town was a memory; a still-life of a fleeting moment in time.

When he pulls up to the diner you’ve worked at since 12th grade, you try to hide your disappointment at the underwhelming restaurant choice. You were expecting him to take you to the nice Italian restaurant a few blocks down or a romantic picnic under the stars by Lake Casa Blanca. The run-down joint that was older than both of you was definitely not what you had in mind. Were they even open this late?

“Okay, okay I know what you’re thinking,” Javi starts as he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns off the ignition, “but come on, hear me out.”

You both hop off the truck and make your way to the beat-up, dusty diner.

“Every day I’ve looked forward to opening these creaky old doors and seeing you in the yellow dress and apron you hate, serving one of the many cranky veterans of Laredo. It always made my day.”

You giggle. He was right, obviously.

You both walk in together only to find the place completely changed- the lights were dimmed and candles were lit on every table. Rose petals led a path to your usual corner booth, which was covered with a crisp white tablecloth, candles, and a single red rose. Javi’s old black stereo sat on the corner, softly playing your favorite oldies.

“I can’t believe you did this…” You say, speechless at all the effort he put into this.

You both scooch in, the blue vinyl of the booth already creased to fit you both in perfectly, and you settle into your usual spots.

“I have a confession-,” he begins, seriously, “I don’t come in here every morning for Paco’s lukewarm coffee…”

“Oh, I have always suspected you had a crush on Dora. That makes so much sense.”

You get a chuckle out of him. It’s the best sound you’ve ever heard.

“Dora, dear,” Javi calls the middle aged woman donning the aforementioned baby’s puke-yellow uniform, with a red rose pinned to her left pocket. You could picture Javi endearingly giving it to her after she agreed to help out with this whole set up.

Javi has such a way with people; as if he cast an incantation with his smile, capturing anyone who looks his way. Yet you knew he was all yours, at least for one more night…

“We’ll have the usual, right amor?”

“The usual sounds perfect.”

Paco’s hash browns and sunny side up eggs might not be the most luxurious last date meal, but to you it was the quintessential taste of Laredo. Just perfect for your last dinner together, and Javi knew it.

“You got it, lovebirds.” Doris leaves us alone with a knowing smirk pointed at Javi.

“I already miss you,” you reach out to hold his hand.

“No dejes que el pesimismo te domine y no sufras de antemano… your mom would always say that when you got stuck in your head remember? Don’t let pessimism dominate you and don’t suffer in advance. We have a perfect night ahead of us. Plus, you’ll have plenty of time to miss me later,” he winks.

“You always say exactly what I need to hear.”

He squeezes your hand tight. You look into his brown puppy-dog eyes, the ones you know better than you own. There you stay, each one caught in the other’s enchanting gaze; sharing a moment so intimate, the greatest poets dare not capture it in fallible human words.

The moment is broken by Dora, coming over with two dishes. As she approaches, you can already taste the greasy breakfast food on the perpetually stained large, oval shaped plates. Instead, as Dora sets down the plates, you look down at a beautiful floral dish you immediately recognize as your parent’s wedding china and the delightful aroma of Doña Lourdes’ tamales. Your favorite dish in the whole world, the one you’ve been begging your elderly Mexican neighbor to cook for you before you left.

You look up to see Javi’s sweet, mischievous smile and a wink. You could start crying tears of happiness right now. Instead, you scarf down as many tamales you can, tasting every spice Doña Lourdes so meticulously placed in this heavenly dish.

“How do you do it, Javi?” you ask between joyfully desperate bites, “How do you manage to do everything so perfectly?”

“You make it easy, amor.”

Despite your initial skepticism, dinner was absolutely perfect. The setting was intimate and familiar and the food was, without a doubt, the best you’ve ever eaten. It was everything you needed to turn your anxiety off and enjoy Javi and Laredo while you still had them.

You left the restaurant, hands caught in each other, all smiles and belly laughs. In that moment, you weren’t parting ways forever in just a few hours, you were just a boy and a girl having a magical night in their hometown.

“Oh I knew we’d end up here!” You exclaim as Javi pulls up to Lake Casa Blanca.

Casa Blanca was the spot for all couples in Laredo, the gorgeous park behind the airport. You couldn’t count the number of times Javi had taken you here to stargaze, chat, or just get away from mundane life. Although the park was only a couple of minutes from your house, you always felt like you were worlds away, your problems had a funny way of turning much smaller inside the boundaries of the park.

“Let’s go, I want to get to our spot.” Javi says, already getting off the truck and making his way to the cargo bed of the car. You already knew that he was running to get the stargazing blanket you knit for him on your one year anniversary. You make sure to also take your bag, you can’t forget his gift… you spent way too much time looking for the perfect parting present just to forget it in your bag.

“Come on! We don’t want anyone to take our spot!” He exclaims as if he were 17 again. In all the years you two stargazed at Casa Blanca there was never a single soul at your spot, or anywhere remotely nearby. Still, you indulged him, running across the park to reach your secluded little place, the one surrounded by just enough trees to protect you from the rest of the world.

Instinctively, Javi lays down the blanket on the same spot it’s been laid countless times before. You both lie down, comfortable against each other. You settle your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around and holding you close. You smelled him, taking in any last cologne and coffee tainted snapshots you could.

“These were my favorite moments,” he starts, almost whispering to himself, “you in my arms, the stars shining over us, daydreaming out loud.”

You both take a deep breath, in sync. You can feel his lips quirk up in a smile. “Tomorrow is when it all starts. All these dreams we’ve been talking about for the past years, finally coming true.”

You could envision his brown starry eyes and perfect smile, full of hope and joy and ambition at his big, bright future. The complete opposite emotions are coursing through you. You’re scared, you don’t want to leave Laredo, and you don’t want to be away from Javi. This reality isn’t at all what you daydreamed about under the Texan stars, this was your nightmare.

You can’t hold it all in anymore, not in the comfort of Javi’s arms. You can’t stop the big, ugly tears from rolling down your cheeks.

Javi sits up urgently, his innate protective instincts kicked into motion at the sound of your crying, “What happened? Amor, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to leave Laredo,” you finally spit it out, “I don’t want you to leave either. Javi, our life here is perfect. Sure, maybe you’ll never gain fame as a DEA agent in Laredo, but if you stay we can stay together. Javi, we can get married. We can have ten kids and raise them on your dad’s farm. That’s my dream, Javi.”

Your lunge for his chest, preferring it’s warmth over whatever Javier’s reaction might be to your confession. You knew it was unfair. You knew he didn’t deserve to make this choice. You knew you should have silently supported him like you’ve done all these years, but you couldn’t. If he leaves, your heart will be shattered to a billion pieces, and you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t even give him the chance to remedy it.

He pulls you away, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“You know I have to do it. If I don’t go I know I will wake up every morning regretting my decision. Regretting the fact that I didn’t even give myself the chance to try to make it somewhere else. Amor, you don’t deserve a husband who will take your love for granted, and I know I’m going to do that if you don’t let me leave. I can’t be happy in Laredo anymore.”

You knew he was right. You were both right to ask for what you need. But it hurt to hear him say that. Laredo faithfully kept your love story under lock and key, every single scene in your life. Laredo was home. But Javi outgrew home, while you shrunk to fit it just for size.

He was leaving. Your definitive end is his bright beginning.

You wipe your tears, you’ll have plenty of time to cry later, you have to enjoy these last fleeting hours. If he’s going to leave, you might as well give him the gift you’ve been hoarding in your bag for this exact moment.

“Javi,” you pull out the rectangular white box from your bag, “I got you this. Your going-away present. But don’t open it until you’re in Colombia. The Texan sun was never bright enough to blind you, but you don’t know what’s waiting for you out there.”

You bought the yellow tinted aviators at the mall kiosk the day Javi told you he would move to Colombia. Although at the time you were hopeful that he’d propose and take you with him, you wanted a special gift to commemorate his milestone. You saw them and instantly thought of a cool DEA officer, galavanting around with a gun in his holster, ready to catch all the bad guys. An idealistic picture of what your Javi might become. Even all those months ago, you knew change was imminent. You knew Javi was probably going to turn into a completely different person in Colombia. Yet, you still bought the sunglasses.

“I love you, amor.”

“Come on, lie back down. We haven’t given the Laredo stars a proper goodbye.”

You wanted to believe everything would return to normal when he returned years from now, but deep inside you knew that one day every single one of your moments together would blur into nothing but a bittersweet, rose-tinted memory.

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The Making of a Memory / Javier Peña x Reader / No Lorraine AU

Warnings: No risqué content, safe for all ages! Lots of angst (mostly by the fem, character) and some sweet fluff.

Word count: 2.7k

This was it. Possibly the last time you’d ever see your boyfriend again.

The honk of his pickup truck shatters your thoughts. You were going to enjoy every single second of your perfect last date.

“Hi amor,” he greets you, the familiar pet name sounds as genuine as your own name. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be...”

He takes you in for a kiss. You can taste the breath mint he just finished chewing, a trace of coffee, and another flavor you couldn't quite place. The slow and passionate kiss makes you realize you’re not ready at all.

As if sensing your anxiety, Javi puts your playlist into the car’s player, the sound of Sixpence None The Richer’s “Kiss Me” floods the dated inside of the pickup truck. Your song.

Javi gingerly takes your hand, rubbing his thumb on top of your palm.

“How are you feeling?” He asks. By the tone of his voice, you know he wants to hear a genuine answer.

“Honestly… I don’t know. It feels unnatural to leave, like the universe programmed us to automatically live and die in Laredo, and that by leaving I’m breaking a central cosmic rule-”

You smile at him, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your hand and returns your smile.

“Okay, okay I know what you’re thinking,” Javi starts as he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns off the ignition, “but come on, hear me out.”

You both hop off the truck and make your way to the beat-up, dusty diner.

“Every day I've looked forward to opening these creaky old doors and seeing you in the yellow dress and apron you hate, serving one of the many cranky veterans of Laredo. It always made my day.”

You giggle. He was right, obviously.

“I can’t believe you did this…” You say, speechless at all the effort he put into this.

You both scooch in, the blue vinyl of the booth already creased to fit you both in perfectly, and you settle into your usual spots.

“I have a confession-,” he begins, seriously, “I don’t come in here every morning for Paco’s lukewarm coffee…”

“Oh, I have always suspected you had a crush on Dora. That makes so much sense.”

You get a chuckle out of him. It’s the best sound you’ve ever heard.

Javi has such a way with people; as if he cast an incantation with his smile, capturing anyone who looks his way. Yet you knew he was all yours, at least for one more night…

“We’ll have the usual, right amor?”

“The usual sounds perfect.”

“You got it, lovebirds.” Doris leaves us alone with a knowing smirk pointed at Javi.

“I already miss you,” you reach out to hold his hand.

“You always say exactly what I need to hear.”

“How do you do it, Javi?” you ask between joyfully desperate bites, “How do you manage to do everything so perfectly?”

“You make it easy, amor.”

“Oh I knew we’d end up here!” You exclaim as Javi pulls up to Lake Casa Blanca.

Instinctively, Javi lays down the blanket on the same spot it's been laid countless times before. You both lie down, comfortable against each other. You settle your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around and holding you close. You smelled him, taking in any last cologne and coffee tainted snapshots you could.

“These were my favorite moments,” he starts, almost whispering to himself, “you in my arms, the stars shining over us, daydreaming out loud.”

You can’t hold it all in anymore, not in the comfort of Javi’s arms. You can’t stop the big, ugly tears from rolling down your cheeks.

Javi sits up urgently, his innate protective instincts kicked into motion at the sound of your crying, “What happened? Amor, what’s wrong?”

He pulls you away, forcing your eyes to meet his.

He was leaving. Your definitive end is his bright beginning.

“Javi,” you pull out the rectangular white box from your bag, “I got you this. Your going-away present. But don’t open it until you're in Colombia. The Texan sun was never bright enough to blind you, but you don’t know what’s waiting for you out there.”

“I love you, amor.”

“Come on, lie back down. We haven’t given the Laredo stars a proper goodbye.”

#javier pena #Javier pena fanfic #Javier pena x fem!reader #Javier pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos au #javier pena angst #javier pena fluff #javier pena au #Narcos angst

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I am fully in tears... why do I do this to myself??

Locked out of heaven: Chapter 5

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

summary: you’re still processing the events of that gruesome night, but you soon realize you are ready to move on. And when Javier learns this too, he cannot be selfish with you anymore.

word count: 4.1k

A/N: allusions to sex (but nothing explicit). Just A LOT of angst. kind of a bittersweet ending, shall we say.

gif: @azertyrobaz

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Exhaustion left its mark on you every time you replayed that night in your head over the next couple of weeks. You couldn’t help it; it was almost as if you were conditioned to have those images in your brain, dissecting them into tiny bits, but lacking the much needed closure.

Worst of all, slouching on Daniel’s couch and spiraling into another overthinking episode, you missed Javier, your best friend, not the insatiable womanizer who turned to you for the sake of comfort.

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This is literally just as perfect as I though it was gonna be

your demons, they all look like me

pairing: javier x reader (from atgb series) | my masterlist

this fic is the third one of my 'red (folklord's version)' project, which contains multiple pedro pascal characters fanfictions based on songs from RED, by taylor swift. this one is inspired by 'sad, beautiful, tragic'

notes: this is a spin off from my atgb series, but can also be read as a drabble. hope you like it!

warnings: anxiety, angst | 751 words

You woke up in the middle of the night with a tightness in your chest. You had just dreamed that Javier was on your side, talking about future plans in a warm conversation. He held your hand and you asked him what he planned to do when everything got better. He said "I want to have a bar. Drink the best and watch people."

"Would you wear fancy suits?" You asked.

"Yes." He replied, laughing. "And bow tie." You widen your eyes, and he laughs even harder. "I always wanted to! But I don't want to look like a penguin…"

You laughed so hard that your stomach hurt.

"What about you?"

He asked you the same thing, but you didn't know how to answer. You realized that you had never made plans for the future, you were just trying to plan for the next day. The present was too good - for the first time - for you to occupy your mind with unreal realities.

But outside of the dream, the other side of the bed was empty and cold, and you were in different cities. You had been working on erasing Javier from your life for a while. But each day it seemed to hurt more as if your body couldn't heal the wound he left.

Unbeknownst to you, Javier had also woken up at the same moment as you. He got his demons, but they all looked like you.

Instantly, the two of you fell asleep again. Your unconscious ended up being in sync. It all led to that day on the rails, when Javier read your handwritten note. Words, how little they mean when you're too late.

But of course, it could never work. The distance, the fights, his lack of patience, your hysteria, the intense love that didn't fit in a monogamous relationship closed in the standards of such an old-fashioned society.

And in a loud sound, he felt you slip out of his life like a train off the tracks.

In the synchronous dream, everything was on fire. You were staring at Javier across the room, the color of the flames lighting up his face. The clothes were still in one piece, his suit still immaculate, but you felt your skin burn.

His mouth was moving, but you only heard strange sounds that you couldn't quite understand. The only sound in the room seemed to echo the train tracks, the same one that Javier felt for you. You wanted to scream, but the voice didn't seem to come out.

In a strong sigh you caught your breath, and managed to scream at him:

"Kiss me, Javier, try to fix it!"

You tried to run to him. Your feet hurt, but you kept walking until you got close to him. When you finally got close, the flames began to eat away at your dress, you felt your skin sting. You held his cheeks and spread kisses all over his face that you memorized, but this time it felt like a blur. It was like kissing the stranger.

"We can do this! Javier please!" You kissed the space between his eyebrows. "I would give up everything for you" You kissed his nose. "You know that I would! If you only knew why I left…" You found his lips, and carefully kissed it, but his mouth was open. It was weird and unknown. "I left because I love you, you must know that!" You stepped back and saw his face. He was screaming, but you couldn't hear.

The fire seemed to have gone out. His hands touched you, but you didn't feel them. Your lungs burned.

Javier was looking at you deeply, his eyes wide and bloodshot. His mouth was dry, his nose was heaving. He felt like he had been yelling at you for hours, and he yelled one last time:

"Could you just try to listen?!"

Suddenly, every piece of Javier was deflating and disappearing, giving up. Javier felt like he was being dismembered, every bit of him insisting on staying close to you, but a much greater force pulling him away. He felt his chest swollen from so much suffering, but he managed to say:

"I'm going to buy the bar... for the life we can't get back"

He said but didn't feel his voice coming out. He felt mute and powerless. You looked at him with watery eyes and screaming, but he didn't hear you.

What a sad, beautiful, tragic…

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atgb taglist: @la-lunaluna @raresciences @lokimischixf @hansolotr @lukanasky @voteforpedro09 @lafresamilk @beskarboobs

red flv: @corrabell

#I love it so much #I don't even have the words #You left me speechless

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lovelylevity · 2 years

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I can’t even believe I found my perfect little niche on this app... swiftpascalies unite!!!

RED (folklord's version)

hello! as a member from the swiftpascal non-existent club, I decided to make some fanfiction with pedro's characters, based on RED songs. I'll be updating until Red TV comes out - november 12.

if you want to be on the taglist, please let me know.

you can also read my other works on my masterlist | cover art by @raresciences <3

this daydream is dangerous - din djarin (18+)

the sound of 'i need you' - max lord

your demons, they all look like me - javier peña

falling in love in the cruelest way - pero tovar (18+)

and more...

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lovelylevity · 2 years

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I’ve read this like ten times already... thank you for blessing us with this immaculate writing 🙏🙏

Boca del Diablo (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: I was wrong but I was doing it right; and we would steal each other’s grief, we were thin but we were thick as thieves; you gotta hold me down, ‘cause I might slip away, slip into the past.

Word count: +5.7k

Warnings: ANGST, you guys this is AWFULLY SAD, so, beware. mentions of alcohol and drinking.

A/N: oh god, okay; this is technically a ficsong, based and inspired by Mouth of the Devil by Mother Mother. also, the first time i heard that song i knew it was SO made for Javier Peña, i couldn’t just not write something based on it… I JUST COULDNT. im not sorry. also also i wanna thank my forbidden kitties @ezrasbirdie and @starlightmornings for proofreading and telling me it makes sense, love you so much guys. Jesus Christ Superstar i really should stop hurting javi huh.

Masterlist // Read on ao3 // ko-fi

comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓

gif: @javierpcna

The first thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was tour his house around; he walked around the living room, looking at all the pictures his dad had hung onto the walks, he took his time to admire all the faces and the expressions and the situations; he took the time to reminisce about moments of his life he hadn’t given himself the time before to reminisce. He walked the narrow hallways of the house he grew up in.

It was like meeting the house again, even if after leaving he had visited, even if he knew exactly what was in what corner, even if he still remembered that stash of cigarettes he had hidden under a wooden panel in the floor when he was seventeen; he was familiarizing himself again with it; like the prodigal son coming back to a place he had forgotten because he need to forget it.

He discovered that day, after not living in that place for over thirteen years, that it was timeless.

It was as if the house itself was a spot in time that hadn’t moved; as if the place it was built on was rooted down so far into the ground that not even distance or time changed it.

The second thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was sleep.

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#why I do this to myself I don't know #but I will never stop loving Javier Pena angst #and this is to tier Pena angst #I am literally obsessed

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lovelylevity · 2 years

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Mornin’ / Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: You go through the motions of an early Sunday morning in the Rogers household.

Warnings: Just pure, wholesome fluff.

Author's Note: Woke up this morning with this teeny fic in my mind... hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 500, a teeny tiny fic

You’ve never really been a morning person. Not until you got married to Steve, anyway. Your husband is a man of habit, he feeds off of structure at home- his job is already hectic enough. After living together for over 10 years, you definitely picked up some of Steve’s preferences, including his morning routine.

At 5:00 your internal alarm goes off and you wake up to the lovely sunrise dew outside your window. This was probably your favorite part of waking up at this ungodly hour, watching the breathtaking sun slowly rising on a peaceful soft sky. You take a second to soak it all in and perform your own mindful ritual, thinking of all the things you’re thankful for- a wonderful husband, a gorgeous house, 3 amazing kids you get to love every day… You are one lucky woman. You take one last breath before diving back into the delightful chaos of your daily life.

You keep your blinds open and slowly move into the bathroom to get ready for the day. On your phone, your morning playlist gradually fills up the bright room. As you go through your morning skincare routine, you can’t stop yourself from remembering when you first moved into this house. It was a beat-up late 19th century fixer upper… just perfect for a newlywed couple exhilarated to build a new life together. It feels like just yesterday that Steve was installing the antique teardrop chandelier while you painted the cabinets powder blue. You smile at the fond memory.

When you’re done with your toilette, still in your pajamas and frizzy hair, you turn down the music from your phone and quietly make your way downstairs, so as to not wake up the sleeping kids. Once safely in your spacious kitchen, you once again turn up the music, letting the sweet sounds of smooth jazz guide you as you pick out the ingredients for the perfect Sunday morning pancakes.

You hum along to the familiar music, swaying your hips to the beat.

Familiary, you go through the motions of a typical Sunday morning. Banana pancakes for Jamie, chocolate chips for Betty, and strawberries and cream for Will and Steve. Just like clockwork, the front door opens softly, and your radiant husband quietly paces into the kitchen. His smile grows ear to ear at the sight of you. You can’t help your own huge grin as you lay eyes on his sweaty, beautiful face.

“Mornin’ my love,” he lovingly greets you.

“Mornin’,” you reply.

God, you can’t even believe how lucky you are.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers x wife!reader #mcu fic #mcu #marvel #marvel fluff #captain america #captain america fluff #captain america fic

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The Personal Assistant / Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: On your first day as a personal assistant in the U.S. Medellin Embassy, everything goes wrong... until it doesn't.

Warnings: Some cursing, but otherwise it's pretty PG.

Author's Note: This is my first fic ever, thanks in advance for your patience with me 🥺. Any and all constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! :)

Word Count: 1.7k

This was nothing like you’d expected your life would turn out.

Sipping tea from a lovely handmade mug in your best friend’s inherited mountaintop Medellin cottage was definitely not on your five year plan… but you can’t complain. As you go through your usual morning routine, you can’t help but think about the circumstances that lead you to this moment.

You met Gaby in High School and instantly became best friends. Together, you fantasized about your future. Gaby was going to graduate with a Political Science degree in 3 years and attend law school soon after. She was going to be one of the youngest human rights lawyers in the largest pro-bono law firm in the U.S. You, on the other hand, were set on becoming a documentary filmmaker, uplifting the voices of people whose stories haven’t been heard and creating art that could change the world. 6 years after graduation and you’re now working mediocre jobs at the American embassy in Medellin. But again, you can’t complain.

After Gaby’s grandfather passed away, she inherited his house and land in Colombia. Seeing as both your personal and professional lives were at a frustrating standstill, you decided to move together to Medellin for a year. With her ivy league PoliSci degree and Colombian connections, Gaby easily found a job as a junior consular officer at the American Embassy. After failing at finding any creative jobs, (your father did warn you about a film degree, after all…) she pulled some strings and got you a job as a personal assistant just a week ago.

“You better hurry up or we’re gonna be late!” Gaby interrupts your daydream as she hurriedly walks into the kitchen.

“It’s your first day and you want to make an impression with those government guys,” she continues.

In typical Gaby fashion, she swiftly takes a banana and hands you one too, “Come on, it’s a half hour drive down to the city. You cannot be late.”

“Fine, fine,” you detach your eyes from the kitchen window, “I’m ready.”

That’s one of the disadvantages of living so high up, the view may be gorgeous, but it's quite the commute down to civilization.

Gaby takes her briefcase and you follow closely behind, carrying your banana for later. You both get into her beat-up red pickup truck, (also inherited from her late grandpa), and start your trek down the mountain.

“I think I’m nervous…” you wonder out loud, “like, really nervous. This is my first real, grown-up job, you know? Waitressing doesn’t really count...”

“Oh you have nothing to worry about!” Gaby reassures you, “Everyone’s great, you’ll love them.”

“Really? Because last time we talked about this your office was filled with condescending misogynistic assholes…”

“Well, it becomes endearing after a while.”

You giggle, and with that you settle into a familiar morning silence.

As Gaby starts picking up the pace, anxious of the time, your stomach starts turning. You really didn’t have to have two muffins this morning, especially because you know how carsick you get going down the mountain. The lush green landscape quickly turns into the colourful streets of Medellin, already up and lively on an early Monday morning. The combination of nervous butterflies and the mass of muffin in your stomach are not helping in the least.

The universe doesn’t even give you time to process your nerves or nausea, Gaby’s already pulling into the imposing Embassy. It’s go time.

When you arrive at your desk, after being warmly sent off by Gaby, there is only one other person in the office. She was so worried about your tardiness, and now you're stuck in a quiet, fluorescent office with a stranger who’s probably killed someone. He’s very much the quintessential Embassy DEA guy. Clad in an effortlessly cool striped button up that perfectly hugs his biceps and accentuates his entrancing v-shaped back.

You should introduce yourself, right? It’s the polite thing to do. So you walk your new black pleather kitten heels over to him. Your stomach somersaults.

“Hi! Good morning, my name is-”, it happens. The worst thing possible happens. Your banana muffin puke is all over the handsome agent’s shoes.

“Oh god, I am so sorry!” You rush to get paper towels although you have no clue where they are.

“¡Mierda!” He exclaims, stepping away from the small pool of vomit at his feet. “Shit, I have a meeting with the ambassador right now!”

“I’m so so sorry,” you look through the cabinets for paper towels, holding back another gag.

“Oh, just go to the bathroom already! I’ll deal with this!”

“Again, I am so sorry sir.” You rush out of the room, fueled by pure embarrassment and the visceral need to puke again.

“Okay,” you reassure yourself in front of the large bathroom mirror, “that happened. A bad thing happened and that’s okay. It’s done.” You wipe your face gingerly, careful to not ruin your already drippy mascara.

Sure, the man was handsome as hell, but he was probably just in Medellin to meet with the ambassador. You’d never have to see his face again.

At this point, people have already started to flood into the office. It’s time to head back and meet your boss.

“Hi, excuse me,” you ask a friendly blonde agent for help, “Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for agents Murphy and Peña.”

“Oh! You must be the new assistant, right?”

He has pretty blue eyes and a perfect golden retriever smile… and a shiny gold wedding band, and he’s your new boss. God, you’re touch starved. Snap out of it.

“Yes! That’s me!”

“Great! I’m Agent Murphy, please call me Steve. Full disclosure, we need a lot of help with organising papers and files, things like that,” you both walk together towards your new desk, “Peña’s stubborn as hell, so apologies in advance for anything he might say or do.”

You giggle, “Oh, don’t worry about me. I can handle him.”

“Oh, it’s not you I’m worried about…”

The movies make being a personal assistant seem cool and exciting. You’re supposed to handle classified information, pick up mysterious phone calls, and carry a gun in your garter, right? Instead, you sit in a stiff leather chair and answer the stray phone calls asking about passport information (which you quickly redirect to that part of the building). To make matters worse, Gaby was totally right about these government guys, they’re the types who talk to your chest, not your face. Newsflash, just because you work at the CIA or FBI or DEA does not give you the right to be a total jerk…

“Hey, have you gotten a call from Horacio Carillo?” An oddly familiar voice asks above you. As you lift your gaze, your heart drops.

Worn brown leather belt, pastel pinstripe button up, yellow tinted aviators hanging from his shirt pocket… Puke dude was standing right in front of you, ordering you around as if he were your boss.

“Are you… are you Agent Peña?” You ask, dread filling you up.

“Javier Peña. And I’m assuming you’re the new secretary?”

“Personal assistant, actually.”

“Ah, my apologies. Good to know that mouth serves for more than just spitting up on people’s shoes.”

You stay silent. God, you were uncomfortable but all you could think about was his raspy voice whispering dirty nothings into your ear, his strong hands on your bare waist, no, no, no. Stop. Stop. He’s your boss, you vomited on his shoes, he’s being a huge jerk right now. You wish you could turn your brain off right now.

“I haven’t gotten a call from Carillo,” you quietly reply.

“Ok, bella. Just make sure to tell me if you do,” he casually strolls away, taking the banana from your desk with him.

What a jerk. A very handsome jerk.

“So, how was your day?” Gaby asks enthusiastically as she approaches your desk. Thankfully, Steve and Peña had left just a few minutes ago. You couldn’t handle Gaby meeting your new bosses today.

“It was something…” you stand up, ready to finally leave the now dim office. You take her arm, glad to be back with your familiar friend.

“I need to rant right now,” you start, ready to tell Gaby about your whirlwind of a day.

“Do you want to rant over a beer at the bar next door or muffins at home?”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on those damn muffins…”

Over a nice, sweaty bottle of a local brew, you decompress. You tell her about the vomit fiasco, little bathroom breakdown, and your new bosses.

“Oh, I’ve heard so much about Peña. Be careful with him, he has quite the reputation… especially when it comes to secretaries…” Gaby warns you.

“Don’t worry, Gaby! I’m not a secretary, I’m his personal assistant,” you say matter-of-factly, already slightly tipsy, “I am a professional who can maintain an appropriate business relationship with my boss.”

The rest of the night carries on and you make an executive decision to button down your blouse, put your hair down, and find someone to hook up with. You deserve it after your hot mess of a day.

“Hola hermosa…”

You smile, the fog of alcohol already settling into your consciousness. The stranger next to you smelled nice, and he sounded sexy and familiar. It was so nice it made you wet.

“Hey,” you tried your best to sound enthrallingly mysterious.

“I thought I recognized you,” of course Javier Peña had to outsmart you, even when you’re both drunk in a dingy bar.

“Are you always like this?” You ask, looking into his chestnut brown eyes. They don’t match the macho asshole persona you’ve seen so far. His eyes tell you the story of a boy who’s been hurt, and a man who needs someone to listen… someone to love.

“I guess you’ll have to find out…” he says with a grin and a wink.

At this moment you’re glad you’re a personal assistant, because that means you’re not giving into the rumors. You won’t be just another secretary on Peña’s long list of lovers, you’ll be just another personal assistant.

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