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The Miami Heat

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monzabee · 1 year

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he's a genius ('cause he loves a woman like her) (social media au) - lh44

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Summary: The one where you and Lewis (attempt to) soft launch your relationship.

Pairing: lewis hamilton x wolff!reader (model used: kiana davis)

Warnings: fluff, some light cursing

Request: "Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a smau with Lewis where he’s dating toto’s daughter and they are soft launching 🥰 she is really kind and smart, takes part in a lot of charity events buuuut she’s also studying to become an engineer (could you make her like 23-25?)"

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

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yn.wolff: who wants to hear a joke?

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mercedesamgf1: we do, we do!🖐️

yn.wolff: what's a three letter word that starts wit gas?🙂

mercedesamgf1: gas is three letters, baby boss🫣

yn.wolff: car!!

mercedesamgf1: boss says we have to get back to work now.

yn.wolff: is this why i have no friends?😭

georgerussel63: blimey

lewishamilton just posted a story!

yn.wolff just posted a story!

yn.wolff

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yn.wolff: welcome to life recently!

totowouffs: lewis?? how'd you get in there man???

georgeporge63: isn't she like... 25🫤

totowouffs: and??

georgeporge63: she is literally a child

yn.wolff: wdym i'm a child i'm paying off student loans 🥲

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lewishamilton: Miami heat 🥵 #IWCMiami

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yn.wolff: pink!

lewishamilton: 😊🩷

yn.wolff just posted a story!

lewishamilton just posted a story!

yn.wolff

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yn.wolff: He's a genius tagged users: lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco

hamilhoes: okay but what does toto think?? @yn.wolff

mercedesamgf1: big boss says baby boss can date whoever she wants👊

mercedesamgf1: and to come home for christmas

yn.wolff: booking the tickets🫨

susiewolff: looking good, yn!🩷

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lewishamilton: Never facetiming you again😆

yn.wolff: i need photos to look at when you're away🙂🙂

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lewishamilton: 'Cause I love a woman like you

totosschoes: THIS WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD BUT BOY DOES IT EXCITE ME

shmickgrussel: mercedes garage is about to become one happy family, huh?😭

777merc444: i don't know who to be more jealous of🫣

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georgerussel63: crikey!

yn.wolff: i'm begging you to just curse

lewishamilton: 😆😆

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇: 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊

synopsis: many moves are being made for the talent of AMG and two fourths of the Dead Boys Society collective, Ony The God and Prince Cee, find themselves thrust even further into the spotlight after their freestyle goes viral. But their musical skills aren’t the only thing that has people talking. As it’s during this interview that the duo find themselves in an exchange of heated words with an infamous DJ..who names drop their fellow group member and brother, EJ the Don in reference to recent scandals. Will the pair clear up the rumors circulating the net or will they leave it all in his hands to set the record straight? Meanwhile, (Y/N) meets up with Mikasa prior to PalmFest to discuss another opportunity she has lined up for her. It’s here that the manager informs her that she’ll be receiving the opportunity of a lifetime to work with a brand she’s loved since childhood. But that isn’t the only thing she has to divulge to the upcoming influencer. What is Mika hiding from her client? Ahead of the festival, Jean and his infamous band prepare to make their much anticipated return to the stage but before this, he teams up with the girls of the Pole Assassins for what is set to be the collab of the century and to solicit some friendly advice to the headstrong leader. But he isn’t the only one with a grand plan up his sleeve and it seems that everyone will be pulling out the stops to give Miami and the world a night worth remembering. Who’ll take the stage and who’ll steal the show?

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content + themes: mentions of drugs, humor, light angst, mentions of fighting, minor smut/sexual themes (jeankasa crumbs), alcohol use, multiple character cameos, language

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop.”

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Summertime. One of the liveliest and busiest times of the year for many. Most were preparing for vacation, on break from school or just enjoying the various happenings around their area..but for those that were employed and contracted under AMG, this was far from a time of leisure. With the recent announcement of the much anticipated PalmFest, it had caused a dramatic shift in the company. Not only that, word of the festival had begun to make waves around social media. Fans were sharing the banner and their enthusiasm for the lineup. Many were scrambling, tweeting about how they were needing to come up with quick cash to attend for the weekend. Tickets were set to go on sale in the next few days, so naturally, the sales and advertising team would be exceptionally busy. But they wouldn’t be the only ones busy preparing for the influx of attention that was set to be coming their way.

“Okay, okay..so everybody is talking, going crazy over the internet about this new song and lemme tell y’all..it’s worth every bit of the hype. It’s definitely a hit..song of the summer for sure. I’m rocking wit’ it, so many other people are too..but we all gotta know, how did it come about? What’s the story behind Nike Tech?” two men sat adjacent to a woman with a lighter complexion..all three with microphones pursed to their lips as they were perched and bolted to the table in front of them. Both with shaved heads, marked with dyed designs..chains dangling from their necks and grills lining the insides of their mouths when they flashed those perfect smiles. Prince Cee and Ony The God, two halves of the Dead Boys Society collective. Their styles could be best described as hypercharged trap and upbeat melodies that would hype up even the deadest of crowds. Make no mistake, the men did create more emotional pieces, detailing their rough upbringings in the heart of inner city Miami and the Dominican Republic. But they much rather preferred music that made people feel good! Too often had they seen the reality of what the streets could do to them so now that they had made it to the opposite side of the tracks..naturally, they wanted to pay homage to those they lost but they wanted people to smile more than anything. To dance and most importantly, fine women to shake their asses to it!

“Well, you know we was just messin’ ‘round one night, having fun and it came to us.

Ony, or Onyakapon was born to a Haitian father and an African American mother, who was born in Nigeria and raised in Opa Locka. He was always described as bright, intelligent and sweet with a kind heart. A star athlete to his core. He loved basketball and singing. He was brought up in the church, where he learned to fine tune that beautiful voice but quickly found the streets unwillingly. He saw gun violence..drugs and weapons being stuffed under the counters by his uncles and father. It was rough but he still persisted. He played basketball, was on the swim team and played football, all while maintaining a four point two grade point average. He was a star on the field and court, no doubt. But where did he truly shine? Behind a microphone. He and Connie attended the same high school, where they eventually went on to meet EJ..who had just enrolled to finish his junior and senior years. The three would play sports, write music and dream about the future. Regardless of their differences, all three boys had the same goal: change the world with music! A manifestation turned into reality only five years later. From sitting in the lunchroom, making beats on the table to opening for Denzel Curry and Raider Clan. The boys found their fame through Soundcloud a couple years after Eren’s viral video..

filmed at the same shoe store they all worked at..years later and they were all at the height of their game. Now, the guys were preparing for their very first global tour after finishing up their second country wide one. It was a dream come true. But with every whimsical dream follows harsh realities and lately, it had begun to rear its ugly head in the form of a rumor mill surrounding their fellow group mate, EJ himself. There was so much speculation swirling around that the seasoned rapper was dealing with everything from substance abuse to potentially announcing retirement. Granted, they were all baseless and quite frankly, dumb as fuck. However, it didn’t stop interviewers and fans alike from probing the question. And when they couldn’t get the answer straight from the source, they’d have to do the next best thing..

“Yeah, we was just looking to make sum’ that everybody could enjoy.” Chiming in shortly after was Connie Springer, or known by his stage moniker as Prince Cee. The Dominican Republic born, Dade County raised rapper who got his start initially by making songs with his older and younger brothers but ultimately, the two of them decided to give up their supposed pipe dreams for careers in the family restaurant business. As the proud middle child of two immigrant parents, who worked extremely hard to not only provide for their three sons but to essentially live the American dream. It was this same determination and hard work ethic that heavily inspired Connie’s pursuit of his passion. All throughout middle and high school, he would spend hours on end penning lyrics about the various experiences that he had growing up. From migration to witnessing drug deals right in front of him..serving as a journal of sorts. What began as free therapeutic relief soon turned into the catalyst for the inception of Prince Cee. He and Ony had long met as youth football players with the Pop Warner program. But their friendship only grew stronger over time, especially when they discovered that the two of them shared a very strong interest in becoming musicians. By their junior year, the pair had written five songs between the two of them and even recorded one track once EJ joined the fray. After that, the rest was history..needless to say, all of their success were because of one another. Without each other’s support, there was no telling where they would have wound up. But it seemed as if not everyone was in support of this feel good story. In the midst of Eren’s recent arrests, there had not only been speculation of a possible retirement but issues among the group. Many online believed that Connie and Ony would be parting ways with their fellow group mate because of the stigma and that essentially, they had grown tired of ‘living in his shadow’. However, they were here to clear the air once and for all!

“Alright, so while we’re here, gentlemen. You know we gotta talk about it..your homeboy, EJ..he’s been a bit of a hot topic lately. For reasons we not gon’ talk about but we did wanna address some other things and get your opinion on it.”

sat slightly slouched in their seats with their hands propping up their chins..the two gentlemen glared intently at the interviewer. They had a gut feeling that this question would arise at some point during this but they were not in the mood for it, if they were being frank. First and foremost, what happened to their brother was not only frustrating for him but no one’s business and his own to sort through. Certainly not on a platform like this. Hell, they might as well have been cackling with The ShadeRoom themselves! “Nah man, we told y’all before we even came up in here that we wasn’t answering no questions like that.” “Yeah, that ain’t even our situation to speak on, for real..” the gentlemen would suck their teeth before dismissing her preemptive questioning with the wave of a hand. However, it seemed that others were keen on pushing the issue!

“I mean, we just wanna set the record straight..your boy been in the game for some time now. One of the greatest of all time, but lately, he’s had some trouble. Not gon’ lie..so do y’all think that’s a good look for y’all too? Will y’all ever get tired of playing second best to EJ?”

suddenly, the whole studio was met with silence outside of the faint crackle of the microphones and a nearby producer gasping before she even knew it. They were almost certain that viewers would hear and a clip would be making its rounds on the internet by lunch time. Fans of the collective would be ripping the controversial DJ to shreds on social media. However, before any would-be fangirls or blogs could join the fray, the two gentlemen would eat him alive themselves! Ony, who was always more docile and collected in nature..the quietest in the group by far, had honestly had quite enough of this antagonistic and downright, stupid ass interview! Connie, who was all but gripping the arms of his leather chair, ready to fly off the handle was instead, halted by his friend with a palm to his chest.

“Nah, cause what the fu—“

“Hol’ on, bro..I got it.”

not a man of many words outside of his incredible music and select interviews, Ony had implored Eren’s approach early on and because of it, fans adored him that much more. Women fawned all over the very handsome, sexy, charismatic rapper with beautiful dark skin and his signature gold slugs wrapped around his teeth. It was also because of this, that he, much like EJ..was not to be fucked with! If they knew what was good for them, they’d call this session quits now. Grasping the microphone, Ony would flash a smirk, almost huffing and laughing to himself because he knew the words about to leave his mouth were not kind ones and he had been known to have quite the silver tongue. He didn’t mince words and he damn sure didn’t spare feelings, especially when it comes to those he cared about. Everybody could die behind his family..

“Lemme ask you sum’…out of all the years my boy been doing this, just like you said..how many times has he been invited on your show? Hmm? How many times have you reached out for an interview or asked him to come perform for y’all?” The question seemed to invoke both confusion and uncomfortability in the man. A dumbfounded expression on his face..akin to that of a scorned and scolded child. “Up until now, how many times has Dead Boys been on this radio station? Yall ain’t never played our shit, ain’t never invited us on and when you do, it’s for sum’ bullshit. See, this is why ion’ do these lil’ podcasts and shit, y’all talk more than bitches do. Y’all knew what it was before we even came up in here and y’all still gon’ play in our face. All this you see, we did without a deal, we did it without a label, we ain’t had to check in with no nigga in our city to get put on. We ain’t got to run up in everybody else's hood to make it. We ain’t these lil’ 360 ass niggas, we own all ours and that man EJ? Ain’t got nothing but love and all the respect in the world for him because he’s cut from the same cloth. We did this together, that’s our family..this music shit, it means everything to us and if y’all can’t respect him, then y’all don’t respect us and that means we done here..”

Without missing so much as a beat, Ony removed his headset and Connie followed..despite the pleas from the interviewers. But before the gentlemen could exit for good, Connie left them with one more statement that would solidify their stance on the matter. “And since ya’ll watching, just wait until that next album drops. We’ll see who the real great is. All them rumors and shit? Gon’ be put to rest. Let’s go.” And with that, the two of them turned on their heels without so much as even glancing back at the radio hosts. It may not have been their situation, but they handled it on his behalf and for anyone who may have been doubting them, EJ or their collective in general, were about to be in for a rude awakening. They had come too far to allow negative opinions and messy ‘journalists’ to diminish their shine. By the time this hit the internet, their words would be undoubtedly misconstrued but they were not about to let this stop them. If anything, it ignited the dormant spark lying underneath them to go harder. To prove people like that wrong and to show everybody what they were truly made of. Determined..now more than ever to step their game up. This time, it was personal!

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop. Me, Connie, EJ, Armin..all of us. We ‘bout to put this industry on its head.”

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meanwhile, the boys weren’t the only ones preparing to make moves..whilst EJ and the rest of his collective were suiting up for PalmFest, album rollouts and such, (y/n) was about to receive some rather unexpected and great news yourself. Unbeknownst in your absence and amid your sabbatical, your manager had been working diligently to secure you a once in a lifetime deal..one that could potentially change the trajectory of your career in an instant.

“I’m sure you’re dying to know what it’s inside…go on, open it.”

currently, you were seated across from her at an outdoor table, overlooking the picturesque Miami waters. The Lapis Lounge was the place to be for anyone who was anyone in this town. Crisp white, designer linen draped marble tables with intricately arranged flowers placed in the center. Wine glasses filled with Pellegrino, shimmered underneath the sunlight; sliced lemons decorating the rim and square China plates sat before the both of you with aesthetically plated dishes that cost more than anything you’d ever dined on willingly. It never not dawned on you how surreal your life was each time you found yourself in these scenarios. Even now, as you chatted with her, intermittently shoving a spoon of panna cotta in your mouth, you couldn’t help but to dwell on the fact that this amount of money could’ve gotten you at least three fish plates and a good tray of oxtails on your side of town! Nonetheless, you’d tremble with anticipation..hands scaling the medium sized, gift wrapped box sat before you. A present, courtesy of Mikasa, who had been brandishing it when you arrived. It was pink with holographic foiling with a tag and bow on top that read: “To (y/n) (l/n). We hope you enjoy it.” You were honestly dumbfounded as to what it could be. But anticipation would not have to kill you any longer as you began to unravel the bow and open up the gift. Your expression would immediately change once you figured out what was beneath all that wrapping paper. Switching from a gaze of utter confusion to a wide gasp complete with a smile.

“Oh my God!—no way…” you were completely taken aback and could, at that very moment..burst into tears but you restrained yourself. Trying to construct and form a thought before speaking. “M-miss..Miss Ackerman, what is this?” “Exactly as it says..congratulations, sweetheart. You’re the new cover girl for Moschino. They sent that to my office this morning and said that they’d love for you to star in their next perfume ad.” You were in utter shock and disbelief. Beyond words even..for anyone that knew you, the (y/n) before the fame..you were quite the dresser. Prior to even coming up on money, you never disappointed when it came to your outfits, hair or makeup. Sporting the most eclectic and well coordinated pieces that could never work for anyone else but you. Outdressing the girls in school who needed brand names to compete but you’d outshine their fly every single time on a budget at a fraction of the price..shopping at the stores they’d deem ‘ghetto’ or lesser, styling your own hair and makeup with nothing but products from the beauty supply down the road from your house and coming to class with all eyes directed at you. Needless to say, you had never really had any use for designer duds. But if there was one fancy label that had piqued your interest, it was Moschino. Everything about it just made you fawn..from its avant- garde pieces, vibrant designs to unique aesthetics, you became obsessed. Although you were no bougie fashion snob, you often dreamed of getting to rock at least one of their pieces. Whether it be a handbag or a thrifted coat, you’d always wanted at least one. And now, years later..your manifestation has become reality! Excited wasn’t even the correct word..feigning back tears, you’d cackle and begin scouring the large PR package they had gifted you. Including their new Moschino Toy 2 Collection, along with their spring 2024 collection.

“And that’s not even the best part. Both Fenty brands actually reached out to me this morning as well with a proposal to feature you in their newest catalogs. I have the contracts for all three offers right here whenever you’re ready. If you agree, you can sign and you’ll officially be on the affiliate payroll..what do you think?”

you were at an utter loss for words. How could you even describe what it was that you were feeling? Honestly, every bit of it felt surreal. There was no way that you, of all people, were about to grace the ad pages for Moschino, Fenty Beauty and Savage x Fenty all in the same month. Not to mention being in two acts for the upcoming PalmFest. Getting to model and truly tap into your creative expression with photoshoots of your own making. The conceptual art, the budget of your choosing..it was a dream come true! Leaning back against your seat, you’d release a faint gasp, slowly shaking your head in utter disbelief as you attempted to feign back tears. It seemed as if you were just overcome with emotion as of late. Not so much from any hardships but the exact opposite. Oftentimes had you prayed for days like this and everything you’d ever hoped for was finally coming into fruition. It was almost as if your star had completely ascended overnight and it wasn’t lost on you that it happened shortly after signing onto Mikasa’s roster. And of course, after meeting Eren. Naturally, you’d never attribute your success to a man unless it was the one upstairs. However, you were grateful that she had thrown you two together that night!

“I..I honestly don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, Ms. Mika. I’m honored and I promise I will do the best I can to make you proud.” hoisting your glass to make a toast; met with soft giggles and a raised champagne flute in return. “Please, you’ve far exceeded that expectation. Just keep doing what you do best, stay genuine and I’ll make certain that you go far in this business.” Just as poised as ever, sipping from her champagne flute when stating so. However, that serene look in her eyes soon dissipated when you brought up the next topic of discussion. One that you had no idea was such a sore subject for your manager. “It’s crazy what a couple months can do. I mean, I was just backstage with EJ, getting a pep talk about how to navigate the crowd. ‘Swear..wouldn’t have known what to do if it wasn’t for him. He’s so much nicer than what everyone said too but I’m sure you already knew–” before you had the opportunity to complete your long winded tangent, singing the rapper’s praises, Mikasa would ingest a big gulp before clearing her throat. It took a moment for you to notice the shift in her mood and her facial expressions but you immediately became concerned. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just got strangled, is all..” Prompting you to focus your attention on her wellbeing rather than your newest fling and her sworn enemy on the moment. Truth be told, she hadn’t exactly confronted her issues with Eren head on. Ever since that day in his studio, she had felt nothing but pure rage in her heart whenever the thought even so much as crossed her mind. Honestly, she had nothing to say to him or about him but she’d be lying if she said that the prospect of both their professional and business relationship being annulled..wouldn’t sting. Years of friendship, hard work, determination, advocating for one another and fighting their way to the top of the industry as a power duo, all down the drain over a stupid fight. She couldn’t blame Eren for his reaction but it didn’t make his words sting any less. Make no mistake, she still believed in him and his ability to make a comeback but it was going to take some time before she was able to see him as a manager or friend..

“You seem to really like Eren..” the comment sends a pang to the very pit of your stomach, making you quickly try to recant your earlier statements and downplay the oversharing of feelings for the seasoned rapper. However, that glimmer in your eye and visible reaction in body language was a dead giveaway. You could no longer fake your feelings for EJ the Don and if anyone saw through the facade, it was her.

“Well, ya know..he’s cool. He just helped me–

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to mince words with me. Trust me, that boy’s got your head so far in the clouds, I think you may float away.” It was official, she had you pegged just as well as your best friends. It was blatantly obvious that the two of you had something serious going on..whether you wanted to admit that fact to yourselves or not. Lowering your head, (Y/N) released a soft chuckle in half relief and half embarrassment. You were acting like an airheaded schoolgirl over a man you barely even knew and everyone around you had obviously peeped.

“Listen, (y/n)..I’ll be honest with you. Eren and I? We’re not exactly on good terms at the moment. Hell, even bringing up his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll spare you the gritty details but..as it stands, he’s no longer my client and certainly not my friend. I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you to be alarmed or in the dark about any awkward tension..in the event we all happen to end up in the same circle. PalmFest is right around the corner and truthfully..I don’t know if I have it in my heart to forgive him. I don’t know if he can forgive me either..” The declaration was made through restrained tears and obvious hurt. You’d never seen your manager break her stoic and calm demeanor once since you’ve known her but now? She was completely different. More vulnerable and certainly more emotional than she’d ever gotten but she had to keep her cool. Put on that brave facade and try not to let it get to her. Also, she could see the visible shock on your face and how saddened you looked by the revelation. You hated confrontation and the idea of your potential beau and your manager being at odds was not good. You could tell they were very close and although it was certainly none of your business, you hoped they reached a resolution soon.

“I’m also telling you this because I don’t think that my or anyone else’s opinion should stand in the way of you two being happy. Regardless of how I feel about him right now..Eren was one of the very few people in my life that kept me grounded when I needed it most. He’s never really gotten excited about anything outside of music or work..but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’ve never seen that man smile as much as I have since you showed up.”

This revelation was certainly news to you! Even though you didn’t want to read much into it or get carried away, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one hell of a confidence boost! The cold hearted ice king, EJ the Don himself..gushing over the likes of you? You were shocked! But he obviously had a thing for you. Whether that was just lust or perhaps something more..was yet to be determined. In the meantime, your manager had one last tidbit of friendly advice for you. As woman to woman.

“I don’t know what it is about you but you obviously make him very happy and I can tell that he’s done the same for you. That’s important in this business…hold on to that. I don’t know two people who are more deserving.” In that moment, behind the strict expressions and no nonsense persona, Mikasa seemed to falter just a bit in that moment. Softening right before your eyes..it was very clear that she meant every single word that left her mouth. She wanted to see Eren happy even if she had to do so from the sidelines as someone who was no longer a part of his life. And you? She had never seen someone so kind, energetic and sweet before. She’d heard first hand from Niesha how much a workaholic you were and despite you just getting started, you deserved at least a bit of a reward. Hoisting your glass once more, you’d flash her a bright beaming smile, even giggling a bit to feign off crying because it took nothing for you to become emotional..especially when sentimental statements like that were involved.

“Thank you Miss Mika..I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. Just promise me you’ll stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize. You’ve worked so hard. Don’t let anyone get in the way of that.”

“You have my word..”

With that, the two of you clinked your champagne flutes together and took obligatory swigs of the bubbly concoction inside. Rinsing away the intensity of the previous conversation. Now it was back to more pertinent matters!

“That’s my girl..now, back to this photoshoot. Let’s talk about the details because I have a few ideas that I think you’ll just absolutely adore..”

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page break and time skip: two days later

Hard Rock Stadium: Stage A, Miami Beach

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With the long anticipated PalmFest approaching a lot sooner rather than later, it seemed that everyone as a collective was working diligently to ensure that it would be nothing short of a stellar success. Stage crews worked overtime as they secured support beams for the stages..testing the lightning a million times over and getting everyone’s pyrotechnics in order for those who needed them. Running simulations of backdrops for each performer to make sure no one suffered from a glitch when the time finally came. Some of the biggest names in the industry would be setting foot on that very stage come three days from now. The entire weekend was one that would undoubtedly be for the books; for musical talents and attendees alike. Meanwhile, the executives had come out of their glass paned offices to observe the scene for themselves. Among the fray was none other than Erwin Smith, who had been working directly with everyone to relay orders and needs as well. He was the one heading this project so it was only natural for him to come show his face. Besides, with his reliant leadership style, everyone could rest assured that if any last minute changes or major pieces needed to be handled, he was the man to do so. At that very moment, he was seated in the front row as the lights dimmed on the overhead structure. Below them was quite possibly not only one of, but two of the festival’s most anticipated acts..Atelier Kiss and Pole Assassins! An unlikely yet dynamic pairing. The two groups had come together one time prior when the band was on their last tour. The dancing quintet had just gotten their start when lead man, Jean Kirschtein himself asked for the ladies to join them for their hometown reunion. Rivaling the sounds of Deftones and Avenged Sevenfold, the infamous group put a unique spin on rock music and changed the genre as everyone knew it. Jean, a native of Louisiana..had always harbored an affinity for blues, jazz, country and soul music. But to his core, he was a metal head. Growing up on the sounds of Metallica, Black Sabbath and Def Leppard, he wanted to combine all sides of the musical spectrum. He didn’t want to limit himself or his bandmates to one particular style. He fought to break stereotypes and bring an innovative style of rock and roll to the scene. He also had the privilege of receiving the tutelage of Vivian James and needless to say, he absorbed plenty from the Neo Soul Siren herself. His ultimate creation was, in his own words.. ‘The result of Kiss, Tina Turner and Waylon Jennings having an illegitimate love child.’ An interesting combination to put it lightly! But that insane mix worked for Atelier Kiss and years later, they’re regarded as one of the highest selling bands of the 21st century..no small feat by any stretch of the imagination. That deep, silky yet soulful vibrato of his could be recognized from earshot anywhere and Erwin had just gotten an exclusive concert just for his listening pleasure only as the groups had just wrapped up practice for their upcoming set.

“You guys..pardon my language..but that was fucking amazing.” The brash comment sending everyone on the stage into light hearted hysterics, even laughing. It was rare to even see the director ever crack a smile or break character but for anyone who was familiar with the former lead guitarist of Atelier Kiss’ predecessor, Maria’s Way..led by none other than the president and director themselves..they’d know that this was far tame for Mr. Smith. To him, he felt right at home watching the beautiful ladies twirl the pole as the rockstar crooned sultry and lewd lyrics into the mic. He had done the exact same many years prior..needless to say, he was proud of you all! Seeing as how they’d be opening the show, you guys had to make one hell of a first impression or the entire show would fall to shit. But that wasn’t even a possibility. The leaders of both groups were not only hard workers, but overachievers as well. Both Jean and (Y/N) had something serious to prove.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like this and I cannot wait for you all to perform. Well done. Especially you ladies..being able to construct a routine of this caliber on such short notice? I’m blown away.” A statement that rang true..as it was only after your meeting with Mikasa two days ago, did he call you up and ask about performing with Atelier Kiss. Naturally, you accepted with bells on! Nevermind the fact that you’d also be on stage with a segment of your own, hosting a little contest alongside Prince Cee and Armin to see which lucky audience member could not only sway them but outdance you girls for their chance to win one thousand dollars cash right there. You’d be pulling double duty and exhausting yourselves in the process but all the more exposure, the better. And you were certain that your girls were up to the task!

“Ya’ hear that, girls? Sounds like we got the boss man’s stamp of approval. I’d say we’re good to call it a night.” Something that you all could get behind and appreciate, seeing as how darkness had already set fall over the sky. As excited as you all were, rest was going to be crucial in making a great performance happen. Slowly but surely, the stage hands and band members alike all helped you down from your poles and to your feet. All of them would thank your group and the sentiments were mirrored. But before you all could depart for home, Jean was hoping for an audience with you.

“Aye..(Y/N). Do you mind if we talk for a minute?

It was certainly an odd request..you’d consider yourself rather good friends with the lead singer but it wasn’t often that you had the chance to speak in private and quite honestly, there was no need! But by the indication of his tone, you could tell it may have been serious.

“Of course!” you’d wave to your girls and alert them that you’d catch up with them shortly. Meanwhile, you and Jean would venture off to the side of the stage to converse. He’d grasp your hand and help you down to the edge before handing you a water bottle. He was always just as chivalrous as he was kind..admirable qualities in a man and a friend in general. Graciously accepting, you’d thank him for the kind gestures before inquiring about his request.

“So what did you wanna talk about? Something wrong with the routine?” peering down at the ground, he’d be quick to dismiss that notion. This matter was a bit more personal and he truthfully couldn’t be sure of how you’d take it. “Nah, nothing like that..before I start running my mouth though. Are you and EJ..seeing each other?” Instantaneously, the question both caught you off guard and invoked a very physical reaction in you. You were so confused as to why he’d spring such a question up on you. It wasn’t as if either of you had made this little situationship you were involved in blatantly obvious but anyone with two functioning eyes could see that there was something going on between the two of you. Make no mistake, it wasn’t any more of his business as it was some random blog on the internet but you also didn’t strike Jean as the nosy type. He didn’t meddle in others’ affairs unless it pertained to his own and now that you were thinking about it, you could see why he harbored a vested interest of sorts…

“I mean..we talk from time to time. Nothing too serious..” but alas, he had his answer the moment you clutched that bottle as if you were trying to squeeze the life out of it and the way your eyes lit up at the sheer mention of his name. “Ahh, you don’t have to play coy with me. We’re friends..besides, it’s none of my business. But there was something I wanted to bring to your attention..” swallowing another gulp of his beverage, Jean would cease his light chuckle and return to a far more serious gaze than before. One that worried you a bit..what exactly was on his mind and how did it involve you? Granted, his fiancee had made him privy to their little spat a couple weeks back and how they were no longer on speaking terms. But it was just as Mikasa had said, their quarrel was in no way a reflection of how you should proceed with talking to him! Even so, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued by the blonde’s words. You’d rather someone tell you than to be in the dark about something important later on down the line.

“..I won’t sit here and pretend that he and I are best friends or anything. Never have been..hell, we’ve been at each other's throats since I’ve known him. Point is, I just want you to be careful. I know it’s not my place or anything..but I saw you guys together on the boat a couple weeks ago. And even though I can say for certainty that he’s not some womanizing sleazebag..dude’s selfish as hell. I mean, he never answers his phone, not even in emergencies. He doesn’t show up for meetings even when other people’s jobs are on the line..he’s just the worst!” By Jean’s frustrated rant, you can tell that Eren had done a thing or two to crawl underneath his skin. Even so, you couldn’t help but to laugh! Just as you had explained to your girls, you’d tell him, Mikasa and everyone else the exact same:

“ I appreciate the concern, Jean. But he and I are just friends, that’s all…no need to worry. I promise.”

You honestly found the sentiment sweet. That everyone was concerned about you and your wellbeing. Jean himself was overly cautious about the people in his life and rightfully so. This industry was a beast and a half and it would devour you whole if you allowed it. The last thing anyone wanted was for you to get hurt by somebody you seemingly held in high regard. Scoffing, the blonde would shake his head once more and cackle. He didn’t want you becoming angry with him over insinuations or baseless accusations. Truth be told, you and Eren didn’t know much about one another outside of the physical aspect but as it stood since your last hookup, he was hoping to change that. He was making a valiant and active effort to be more than just friends with benefits. That much was apparent by his consistent communication and the few flower arrangements he had sent to your apartment; a sweet little surprise after a long day of practice and work. You were appreciative of everyone’s concern but this was one matter you’d have to see to the end for yourself. Whether it played out in your favor or not.

“I figured you’d say as much. In all seriousness, you’ve become like family here at AMG. All of you have and we look out for one another. Everyone has seen how hard you work and we’d just hate for that to become jeopardized in any way. You just make sure that dummy doesn’t do anything to hurt you. If he does, you know who to call.” his offer sending you into a fit of giggles once more. But you had no doubt that you were in good hands. For the time being, you’d just play it cool and roll with the punches. “You know I appreciate you, boo. Thank you for looking out for me.” Swinging your arm around, you’d coil Jean’s neck and embrace him in a tight hug. You were extremely grateful for the people in your life right now and you knew that things were only about to become even better. Your angels were definitely looking out for you. The two of you would begin to stand up, reaching his hand out to assist you once more. It was amid your banter about the upcoming show that your phone began to ring and you’d prepare to part ways.

“...Hey, make sure to get some rest..all of you! You’re sure as hell gonna need it.”

“Aye, you ain’t gotta tell me twice! I’m headed home straight after this. And tell that pretty lady of yours I said hey!..”

But upon exchanging those pleasantries and goodbyes, your spoken plans were sure to become derailed and by the aforementioned topic nonetheless..you’d peer down at your phone screen to be suddenly greeted with none other than the contact name ‘EJ’. You didn’t want to seem extremely desperate for his attention or anything but you had been itching to hear from him. As it had been a day or two since your last phone call. He’d text you every morning and maintain consistent contact throughout the day..which you could appreciate because Jean was right about one thing: EJ moved on his time and his alone so he didn’t owe you a single thing and as he had revealed to you, he was in the process of cultivating his new album so you imagined that the Facetimes and texts would become scarce as the deadline drew near. As well as the fast approaching PalmFest. However, there was another reason he was reaching out. After the second or third ring, you’d swipe the arrow left and answer him.

“Hey EJ..”

“Hey gorgeous..how are you?”

The name sends immediate pangs to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but to amass butterflies when you so much as heard his name so naturally, the sweet gestures made it even worse.

“I’m doing well, thanks..and I hope you are too.”

“I’m having a wonderful day now that I’ve gotten the chance to hear from you.”

“You know, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.”

“What can I say? A smart man recognizes a good thing when he sees it..I’d be crazy to mess that up, now wouldn’t I?”

Only a minute into your conversation, (Y/N) found yourself fawning over his buttery smooth words and that silky voice. Regardless, there was a reason he was calling you so late in the day and you had to know why.

“Listen, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time or anything and forgive me if I’m interruptin’ or anything. I saw your Instagram, I know you’ve been out here working hard..you know I never wanna take you away from your money..but if it was possible, I was hoping I could see you tonight. Maybe we could get together and finally have that date we were talking about..” Befuddled in your tracks, you had to take a moment to respond. Maybe it was the bare minimum and you weren’t exactly used to being courted in such a manner, but you appreciated his words. He valued your time just the same as his own..he didn’t see your profession as something lesser and certainly didn’t think you the type to be sitting around, awaiting his call. Because of this, you were thrilled to see him again and to finally have that quality time you both desired. Granted, the sex was downright impeccable between the two of you but it was obvious that you each were craving far more than physical intimacy..at the moment, it was only five thirty so you’d have ample enough time to make it back home and get yourself together. After all, it was your first official date and you wanted to be dressed accordingly! And with this festival and other projects looming over your heads, this was the perfect time to sneak in some personal breathing room..so without a moment more of hesitation..

“..I’d love that, thank you, Eren. I’m just now leaving practice but give me a couple hours and you can slide through.”

“Of course, beautiful. I’m so sorry it’s on such short notice but I’m glad you agreed to see me..I missed you.” Something about him was starkly different from the man you saw in interviews or on stage but it was so nice to be around someone so kind. He made you truly feel safe and that you’d made the right decision..

“I missed you too..I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Bye.”

“Bye..”

You just hoped that for your sake..you didn’t meet the side that Jean was seeming to warn you about. In the meantime, you had to make sure you were looking right!..

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three hours later..

On the opposite side of town, you and Eren weren’t the only two lovebirds indulging in the woes of being an item.

“You know, if you keep touching me like that, I’ll never get any work done..”

“That’s the entire point, my love. C’mon, it’s late..you deserve a break.”

at the future Kirschtein residence, Jean was attempting to woo his bride to get some much needed alone time. The couple had both been working nonstop during this time for the upcoming performance, their individual careers and of course, the wedding that was said to be ‘one for the books’. As excited as they were for all the new things happening in their life, rest was equally as important and as it stood, it was definitely a rarity. But it wasn’t the only thing that had been lacking..

“You just want some ass, admit it.”

“Okay, I just want some ass. There, I said it.”

the blonde was currently stationed behind his fiancée, who was still typing away at her computer and delegating orders via email at this time of night. For Mikasa, the grind truly never subsided. She would work in her sleep if it were feasible but there was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself every once in a while. Something Jean was hoping to accomplish tonight..in more ways than one. Despite her always stoic attitude, she couldn’t help but to fold and cackle at his advances. He was brutally honest to a fault and she appreciated that. Currently, he was feeling up her sides…marking up her neck with a trail of kisses and whispering all the things she wanted to hear. Even she couldn’t resist the charms and temptation of a man like him. It was that very behavior that had bagged her in the first place!..

“Alright, sir! Cut it out..I swear, you’re such a freak. The last time we tried that, you said you couldn’t breathe.”

“Yeah, but I would’ve died the happiest man ever..”

his southern twang peeking through the conversation as he reminisced on their most recent and salacious rendezvous. Nonetheless, he just wanted quality time with his lady. “Fine, give me two more minutes and I’ll be right there.” That was as good of a concession as he was going to get so Jean took the bait and accepted. “Two minutes, woman! Two minutes..” signaling the number with his fingers as he walked out..but even so, she couldn’t help but to chime in with a joke as he departed to the bedroom.

“If that’s how long you’re gonna last, I might as well stay right here—“ “Oh, shut up! Damn brat..”

cackling as he exited the room, Mikasa covered her mouth to attempt to feign her laughter. It was little moments like this that she enjoyed the most out of every aspect of her life. “Love you, babe!” But it was just as she was preparing to call it quits for the night, would she be met with quite the surprise. The inbox and screen were all but empty until a push notification appeared in the corner along with a burner email and a blank subject line. At first, it struck her as odd but suddenly, the dots began to connect for her. After a moment of reluctance, Mikasa would double click the email and open it up. Only to be greeted with nothing more than an audio file. “Okay, this is strange..” but alas, she’d still proceed and once it began playing, there was no doubt in her mind who the sender was..as she allowed it to play, the manager began to tear up, along with a soft chuckle. It was all making sense now..and needless to say, she was backed into a corner.

“You bastard..damn you. You always did get your way, I guess this time is no different.”

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No Me Queda Más

Pairing: Javier Peña x Latina!Reader

WC: 3,346

Warnings: angst, substance abuse: nicotine and alcohol, profanity, mentions of canon violence, blood, guns, and maybe some fluff...? Idk

text dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Querida= dearest or beloved, usually as a form of affection for a romantic partner. Hermosa= beautiful

P.S.; Had this one in the drafts for months, and I was getting tired of looking at it. Please enjoy it and lemme know if I should write a second part. Thank you, XX- Angela!

The air was sticky; humid.

Rays of sun beaming down your exposed arms—face burning with a dull heat that made you want to drench yourself in an ice bath. You were starting to miss the three hours on the plane. At least it was air-conditioned.

You tighten your jacket around your waist, wiping the sheen of perspiration from your forehead with the back of your hand. It was hot, god, it was hot—maybe you should've gone with shorts instead of slacks.

Your eyes flicker ahead, zeroing in on the cardboard sign with your name on it. You find yourself frowning, lifting your palm to keep the sun from your sight. You approach the blond leaning against the driver's side of an SUV, suitcase rolling beside you.

"You must be our newest addition," The blond acknowledges you, pushing off the car before tossing the sign in the back seat through the open window. "I'm Steve Murphy," He offers his hand, looking at you through a pair of aviators, and clouds of smoke—a cigarette hanging loosely on his bottom lips.

You eyed the burning embers, an itch crawling up your neck from your withdrawal of nicotine, twitching just to have a drag. "Nice to meet you, Steve." You take his hand for a shake, swallowing thickly—eyes locked on the need to ask him for one. No. No. You quit almost a year ago, and you were doing so well. You weren't gonna break the streak now.

"Shit, sorry," Steve curses, dropping the stick to the ground—putting it out quickly. "Not a fan of smoking, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's not that." You reassure him, dismissing the fact that he put out a perfectly good stogie. "I quit ten months ago. I just..."

"You miss it?" He quirks a brow, smirking lightly—your lips pressed tightly together, and you nod, earning a soft chuckle from the blond. "I get it," Steve reaches over for your suitcase, pushing the handle down to grip the top. "Come on," He beckons with a jerk of his head. "I hope you read up on the plane cause we're gonna need all hands on deck."

You nod softly, following behind Steve, and he opens the passenger door, holding it open for you to slide in. "Thanks," You mumble, reaching for the seatbelt while he tucked your suitcase into the back seat.

Steve opens the door, getting into the SUV—settling himself in front of the steering wheel, hands already working his seatbelt just as he slams the door shut.

"Listen," You start as the engine roars to life, the car rolling onto the busy streets of Bogotá. "I know my coming here was sudden, and I doubt you wanted me here either. Believe me, If it were up to me, I'd..."

"Woah there," Steve defers, glancing over at you and your fiddling thumbs. "Since when did I say you were unwelcomed?"

Your mouth snaps shut, meeting his quick gaze before he resettles on the road ahead. The trip was unexpected—your boss practically pushing you out the door of his office with a plane ticket and the case file of the notorious narcotraficante. Miami was your home, Little Havana becoming a part of you, and as soon as you stepped foot into Colombia—you almost felt serenity.

"While it's true that my partner and I are pretty damn solid," Steve says as a matter-of-factly, tongue darting between his lips. "A fresh pair of eyes never hurts. And I'm sure Carrillo will be damn excited to meet another DEA agent who'll be on his ass."

You crack a smile, humming in response at the man beside you. "Thank you, Agent Murphy. I appreciate the consideration on your behalf. What about your partner?"

"I'm sure Peña will get over it."

You swore you stopped breathing, the lone surname bringing you back to the first night you met him.

You were just twenty-three years old. A rookie, a fresh recruit buried deep within the round-ups of Quantico. Being a DEA agent had always been a dream of yours. You wanted to be in the action, drug busts, and gunning your ass out of a bad situation when you needed to.

Though, the way you met him was a bit...unconventional.

"Oh, yes, Javi! Right there, right there!"

You froze, the bell above the bar's door ringing as it shuts behind you. You turn your head towards the sound, faint grunts, and moans emanating from the alley where the dumpsters reside. Seriously? You thought. The only reason you stepped a foot out of the bar was to have a smoke, not that you were particularly proud of the habit but, it did relieve a copious amount of stress on your behalf.

You'd only heard about the famous Javier through your roommates, how stellar his skills were back in his days. He was older than you by a few years, and you'd seen him in passing while aiding the director of your class but, you've never actually spoken to him. You certainly couldn't fathom his figure stepping out of the shadows, hands readjusting his belt buckle as one of your teammates steps out as well, hiking down her skirt. You grimaced, reaching into your pocket for your Marlboros and a lighter. You pull out a cigarette with your teeth, clasping the filter between your lips as you go to spark the butane.

His eyes meet yours in a lazy sweep, your back rested against a brick pillar—cheeks hollowing with a drag. He goes to whisper something in your roommate's ear, making her giggle and peck his cheek before waltzing back into the bar. He looks at you again, shifting his attention to the stogie gently wedged between your lips. "Think I could steal one of those from you?"

His voice was smooth, a slight thickness that was easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. Nothing like a cigarette after a fuck, right? You blow out the clouds of carbon monoxide, tipping the opened box towards him—offering him a response of sorts. Javier takes a few strides before you and plucks a fresh cigarette from the box, placing it between his full lips. "You wouldn't happen to have a-"

You beat him to the punch, sparking your lighter once again. He sends you a smile, leaning close to the flame to ignite his addiction. "Thanks," He huffs, gesturing to the smoke. You regard him with a nod, shifting your attention to the bustling noises of other trainees huddling out of the bar.

"You're one of the recruits, right?" The suddenness of his tone captures your attention once again. The left side of his face was illuminated by the warm glow of the bar, making his eyes seem golden brown—as if the afternoon sun were shining through a glass of whiskey. You nod again, unaware of just how dry your mouth had become, and the tobacco was not to blame.

"FBI or DEA?" He asks, crossing a leg over the other to transfer his weight on one leg. "Wait, don't tell me," He rushes, seeing your lips part to answer him. "Puedo adivinar?"

That makes you crack a smile, pushing off the pillar to realign your posture. "Go on, then."

Javier's vision narrowed to a pinprick, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to tap the cherry against his thumb—the ashes descending to the concrete below you. His gaze burned holes through you, the silence holding you in a grip while he distinguished his inference, making notes of the way you carried yourself—the way your eyes sparkled in curiosity and how you smiled suspiciously.

"I got it," He pipes, taking a long drag, and he shuffles closer. "It's almost too easy."

"Well?" You press, tucking your free hand underneath your arm—the night's chill biting your skin. "Which is it?"

"FBI...?"

You tilt your head, scrunching your nose, your eyes telling him that he wasn't quite there. "It's lucky that you aren't FBI, huh?" You quip, lifting your brow in question.

He hums in response, almost amused at your subtle way of calling out his lack of observance. "Damn, I thought I had you figured out, and DEA was my first choice."

"I'm sure it was." You murmur, blowing out the warm smoke from your lungs.

"Peña," He responds, a pulled smile on his lips as he outstretches his hand for you to shake. "Javier."

You untuck your hand, placing it in his frigid palm that almost swallowed yours wholly. You shivered, wrapping your fingers around his hand in a firm grip. "I know who you are," You remind him, dropping his hand to re-warm yours inside your jacket. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh?"

You take in the inquisitive expression, eyes flickering all over to admire the prominent features of his face. He was gorgeous, obviously, and had a mustache that could kill. His lips were pulled into a condescending smirk, cheeks flushed with a mixture of smoke and cold weather. Javier was a babe, and you'd have to be blind not to think so. Especially with those damn polos and tight jeans—it's no wonder that every woman in class fawned over him. You were so entranced that you barely missed his question. "What?"

Javier's smile widens, clearly finding your distraction humorous. It's almost as if he knew you were checking him out. "I asked if it was good or bad."

"A bit of both," You grumble, cheeks burning with discomfiture. "It's a mixture of your reputation as a trainee and a...lover." You squeezed out, almost cringing at your choice of word. It wasn't a lie, though. It seemed as if Peña had made a name for himself at Quantico, and you knew you'd never hear the end of it tonight.

"Huh," You swore he was almost proud. Peña was a ladies' man, there was no doubt about that, and he didn't mind helping out the single women when they asked for his services. But, there was something about the way you looked at him—disappointed, almost. "What can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter."

"Is that what the alley was for?"

Javier glances over his shoulder, his encounter with the young blonde resurfacing. "Oh, that?" He shifts his focus back to you, watching as you drop the end of the cigarette to the ground, distinguishing the embers with your sneaker. "Katie's just a friend."

You nod softly, scoffing at his regard to your roommate. "Right, well..." You trail, stealing a glance at your watch. "I should get back to the academy."

"I'll walk you." Javier drops the end of the butt, dousing it out with his shoe.

"Oh, no," You quickly disagree, eyes flickering over to Katie sitting across the bar. "I don't want to trouble you and-"

"It's a twenty-minute walk, and it's dark outside." He deadpans, reaching for the zipper on his jacket to pull it up. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you walk by yourself, Hermosa. Come on," He beckons, starting down the sidewalk. "I was heading back there anyway."

Your stomach fluttered, the endearing name causing your thoughts to go fuzzy. It was just as sweet as it sounds.

"You know," He chimes, glancing over at your profile as you begin to follow him side-by-side. "You never actually told me your name..."

From then on, Javier never left your side. Within those 19 weeks at Quantico, Peña had become your mentor—advising you on every little thing you did wrong, throwing in tips when he could, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't appreciate it.

You didn't want to admit it but, you'd fallen for the Mexicano during your training even if you knew you shouldn't have. It was onerous; you couldn't help yourself, despite the many women he'd aim to please at midnight. It'd become a game of cat and mouse between the two of you, except; the mouse didn't know the cat was after him, and the cat was too shy to admit it. Sometimes, Peña was too oblivious for his own good.

"Peña?" You mumble, your stomach almost swallowing your heart whole. It couldn't be him, right? He wasn't talking about your Peña, right? What were you saying? Javier was his own person, and he wasn't yours to lose. You'd come to terms with that after he left the day of your graduation. No warning, no call—he was gone. "As in Javier?"

"Yeah..." Steve frowns, looking over at your figure in his passenger seat. Your head lowered, gaze cast down at your fiddling fingers in your lap. "You know him?" He asks, eyeing you suspiciously.

You swallow thickly, tongue darting between your lips, and you nod, meeting Murphy's curious glance. "Something like that."

"Thank you, mijita," Javier uttered gratefully, regarding the intern with a curt nod as she hands him a fresh cup of coffee—his focus divided between the evidence board and the entrance of the office.

There was a prompt start to his morning—waiting for the inevitable outcome of the war on drugs. His routine was familiar; deliberate. Peña knew what to expect from his day. He knew what Murphy would pick up for breakfast and what songs would play in the bar on Friday nights. Even the damn diversions the narcos would invoke—he had it down to the T.

What he didn't expect was the news from Carillo. Running his mouth about a new agent joining them in Bogotá. Though Horacio didn't mention who the hell it was, Javier couldn't shake the trepidation. It wasn't that he hated the idea but, it took him a while to get used to Murphy. Peña had a slight trust issue problem—so Steve had mentioned it a couple of times.

"Hey!"

Javier turns on his heel, the amicable tone of his partner's voice drawing his attention—coffee mug still in his grasp. He stares in wonder as Murphy plops down at his chair, leaning back to prop his feet on the desk—taking another cigarette between his lips.

"Well?!" Peña exasperates, arms splayed out—careful not to spill the coffee.

Steve's eyes meet his partner mid-light, half chuckling from obvious need at Javi's curiosity. "Well, what?"

"Don't be an asshole, Murphy," He deadpans, earning another snicker from the blond. "Where's the agent? Carillo sent you to go pick 'em up an hour ago."

"Yeah," The blonde concurs, puffing out a breath of smoke. "I dropped her off at the hotel. She wanted to freshen up before getting here."

"Her?" Javier inquires, stepping close to his partner's desk—gently placing the mug down. "The new agent is a woman?"

Steve nods in response, letting his legs sink back below his desk—cheeks hollowing with a trawl of the filter. "It's kind of funny," He starts as Peña crosses his arms. "It seemed as if she knew you."

"What do you me-" Javier almost chokes on his words, eyes rounding; astounded. The sight of you is like a rainbow after a storm. There you were, standing ten feet away—just as beautiful as he remembered. As if he ever forgot. Your name fell from his lips as a whisper—sunken into the ridges of the tumescent skin, the familiarity of each syllable grazing his tongue. "Hermosa...?" He calls out softly, taking his time to register how much you'd changed since he saw you last. You weren't some 23-year-old inexperienced trainee anymore. You were grown, skilled...an unscathed dream he wasn't worthy to taint.

You were in just as much shock as he was—reminders of him flooding in as if a reservoir had broken down once your eyes met. How was it possible for a person to get even more handsome? You had somehow managed to tune out the noise in the bullpen—focusing solely on the man in front of you as he steps a couple of feet closer. Time seemed to stop—your souls becoming the only proof of life around you. You swallow hard, shoving the unrequited feelings down into the pit of your stomach—never giving it the light of day. You let yourself smile, eyes brightening at your old friend. "Peña," You breathe out, his whiskey eyes dragging over your being.

"Well, I'll be damned," Javier's mouth pulls into a felicitous grin—his mustache curling along. It was unexpected; the hug. His arms gently came around your back—locking you in an embrace that strangely felt like home. It took only a second before you reach for him, wrapping desperate arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and cardamom. Just as I remembered. "It's been too long, querida."

Javier wasn't one for hugs. Maybe an awkward side squeeze but, that was about it. So, it definitely surprised Murphy when his partner had his arms wrapped around the new agent.

"Well, that's not something you see every day," Steve whispered under his breath, clouds of smoke intertwining with his confusion.

"How've you been?" Javier beams, pulling away suddenly to look at your face—his eyes retracing the steps of your features. "Qué haces aquí? I mean, I know why you're here, but why here in Bogotá?"

He was nervous, and there wasn't a doubt about that. Even Murphy could see it—watching his partner fumble to reconnect with the new recruit. The subtle tick Peña had of rubbing the back of his neck when a pretty girl had caught his attention. It was all there, and it didn't take a genius to see that.

Javi could recall the moment he'd taken a liking to you.

He was only there to observe, giving out a few compliments to the students that deserved them, helping to readjust their alignment and tips as such. You assumed he was there to talk to Katie but, to your surprise, he waltzed right past her—settling his broad, tall figure beside you.

"You're too tense," Peña notes, leaning closer to penetrate the soundproof Headwear. "-And your stance is off—the only thing that's gonna do is cause recoil, and you'll be shooting anything other than your target."

You huff, ignoring his notes, yet, still taking them into consideration. You loosened your shoulders, shuffling your shoes closer together to stand taller. You take a breath, squinting lightly above the muzzle before you take a shot, missing the target once again.

"Like this, Hermosa," Javier gently takes the grip from your soft hands, and you step aside. "You make sure it's loaded, obviamente." He moves closer to the counter, pushing back on the front slide, forefinger barely touching the trigger. "Don't push down either, and manage your trigger control."

You hardly noticed the lack of guns firing around you, the range quieting down as the other trainees slowly gather around to watch. If you weren't paying attention to the man in tight pants, you would've noticed the death glare your roommate was giving you.

"Aim, steady, y luego…" Before he finished his sentence, Peña took three shots—piercing the bullseye each time. "Plomo." His eyes glide over to your own, smirking cockily from the applauding crowd he gathered. "Simple."

"You either forgot that this is a learning class," You start, taking the grip back from his hands. "Or you're just that narcissistic."

"Or maybe I'm just trying to help you."

"Help me?" You rebuke, glancing down at the pistol, removing the mag to make sure it's still loaded. "We met four days ago. What's the sudden interest in me, huh? Shouldn't you be entertaining a hook-up right now?" You mumble, jerking your chin towards the angry blonde with a gun.

He frowns, straightening his posture before following your line of vision. "Katie doesn't smoke," He answers truthfully, shifting back to you. "Pero tú?"

"So, what?" You cock one of your brows, somewhat offended that he blatantly admitted he was just using you. "Am I your tobacco supplier now?"

"And," Javier adds, noticing the disappointment wash over your features. "You're the only woman who hasn't fallen for my…charming personality. And yes, the Marlboros are a bonus."

You hum in response, turning back to the target in front of you. "Class ends in fifteen minutes. Thanks for the tips, Peña."

"I was in Miami for a while," You answer, pulling Javier out of his memories. "I wasn't really doing anything, and my boss didn't like that I was having fun, so here I am."

He let himself smile, only dropping it when he realized his hands were still on you—his thumbs grazing your biceps. Javier clears his throat, awkwardly retracting his palms.

"Well, I'm glad your here."

The two of you could hear Murphy's snort from across the room, your eyes flickering to the blond's shaking head.

"Where was that attitude when I joined, huh, Peña?"

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Last night Spencer and Noelle attended the Miami Heat v Orlando Magic game in Orlando, tickets gifted to Spencer from Noelle! Nice win for the Heat, and fun fact the hat Spencer is wearing is from his Grandad, at the first Miami Heat game for Spencer- 10 years ago!!🥲❤️🔥

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Random headcanon, Johnathan invites Penelope to sport games whenever he gets the chance to get tickets, he also invites Brooklyn if it's the Miami HEAT🔥🔥‼️‼️🗣🗣

#random shitty headcanon #sml #sml jonathan #sml penelope #headcanon

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“Navigate the buoys and set it up,” Jimmy Buffett said.

There was a lyrical lift to his voice over the phone decades ago that said he was smiling. Or maybe I just heard that. The singer and actor Bill Murray bought a sliver of the Miami Marlins, then a minor-league baseball team, and the floated idea was to have a young sportswriter sit with them at a game in Key West. Me.

Buffett died Friday night and the obituaries naturally center on the tropical lifestyle of songs that made you want to sail off to the Keys. “Margaritaville”. “A Pirate Looks at Forty”. “Changes in Latitude/Changes in Attitude”.

But Buffett also was a South Florida sports fan in a way that also expressed his fundamental irreverence, passionate search for fun and over the years could leave you snorting in your tropical drink.

His appearances were regular, his glimpses anecdotal. There was a rumor he bought a 5 percent stake in the minor-league Marlins in 1989 when I called his Key West office. His assistant asked how I heard. I didn’t want to tell how.

“Ah, you heard it on the Coconut Telegraph,” said the assistant, Sunshine Smith. Life imitated lyrics.

Buffett came on the phone and explained his interest: “I’ve been a baseball nut for years and thought it would be fun. I like the fact it’s a non-polluting industry with no tall buildings.”

That kind of verbal dexterity was welcome in a sports world often lacking in its fundamental function of fun. The minor-league Marlins didn’t work with the planned split of games Key West and the Mark Light Stadium. But that didn’t matter. He took his swing.

Buffett’s perpetual irreverence was never mistaken for lack of passion, as any Miami Heat fan remembers. He was a Heat season-ticket holder for years who showed up to games in a trademark tan and philosophically flowery shirt. He was a friend of the team. He joined team president Pat Riley in singing, “Heard it through the Grapevine” at a charity event. He partied on New Year’s Eve with Heat owner Micky Arison. He could be seen watching a game with Miami Dolphins quarterback Dan Marino in 2005 or playing the steel drums during a timeout at the 2013 NBA Finals.

Buffett regularly was a real fan, too, as best represented in a 2001 game against the then-hated New York Knicks. Referee Joe Forte stopped the game in the fourth quarter, called security and pointed for them to remove someone.

It was Buffett.

“He was using profanity,” Forte said afterward. “There was a little boy sitting next to him and a lady sitting by him. He used some words he knows he shouldn’t have used so I asked security to move him to another location. We don’t have to take that kind of thing.”

Riley, then the coach, motioned Forte over to him after Buffett walked up the stairs to a higher-level seat.

“Do you know who that is?” Riley asked the referee, who said he didn’t know. Forte still didn’t know when Riley said it was Jimmy Buffett.

“Do you mean to tell me you’ve never been a ‘Parrothead,’ in your life?’’ Riley said, referring to the nickname of Buffett fans. Riley then said of Forte, “He thought I was insulting him and wanted to give me a technical for calling him a Parrothead.’ ”

For years, it was a wonderfully South Florida subplot to sports scene. The Knicks had Spike Lee. Buffett was ours. All ours. Or so we thought until the Marlins — the major-league Marlins by this time — showed up for Game 1 of the National League Championship Series in Chicago in 2003.

There was Buffett in a No. 22 Chicago jersey, the same as Cubs starter Mark Prior. Our Jimmy was theirs. He stretched out of the press box in the seventh inning to sing, “Take Me Out To The Ballgame.”

As a South Florida columnist, I couldn’t allow this to happen without questioning him. I waited in the hallway outside the small booth he sang. When he came out, I asked him, “Jimmy, how could you do this to South Florida?”

He laughed, as he should have and said, “I’ve been a Cubs fan for 32 years.”

So, he really was like many South Florida fans. He had allegiances rooted elsewhere. Buffett also said that night he let Marlins have the rights to his minor-league team’s nickname for free.

“As a gift, I gave it to them, let them have it,” he said.

Buffett came to fewer sports events as the years moved on. The last time I saw him was on a Key West stage in January. The idea of going to a minor-league game with him in Key West was long forgotten, just as that team was.

But as the world mourned a musician Saturday, South Florida also lost a sports fan. He was irreverent and tropically tanned but genuinely passionate as any son of a son of a Heat fan should remember.

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Dave Hyde is Sports Columnist for the South Florida Sun Sentinel.

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kmarli · 6 months

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not to be a cantankerous old person, but this price is fucking ridiculous

I get it, but I also don’t respect it I know for a fact that Heat parking ticket in Downtown Miami do not get this high.

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I don't think people understand just how HUMID Florida is either. Like Miami is probably up there in being one of the more physically demanding races for drivers. (There's been at least 3 drivers people were claiming were crying this weekend, but it was just sweat going into their eyes). I wouldn't want to be out in the sun in that heat & humidity right before getting into an even hotter race car just to be introduced. As expensive as F1 tickets are now, especially in Miami, why are people even there if they don't know so much as the drivers names? Like that's something pretty basic to learn, there's only 20 and they're introduced before each race on broadcasts.

i see what you mean about the sweat i've seen it too and that's just what they do when they sweat no matter where they are. it's super hot in the cars, they're sitting right next to the pu

even if it wasn't that hot they're athletes there to do their sport thing not entertain. if they wanted to have an artist do a small set before the race why not ? but don't make it some cringe fest like what we saw this weekend

the tweet i shared last night was disrespectful and it's bad to be reminded that there's people who think drivers should suck it up and stay silent lol

#and i think a long presentation or an artist playing a couple of songs could be compromised if there's more support series #if it rains red flags etc? idk #ask

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With playoff Knicks hot, MSG ‘flooded with requests from celebrities’

It’s once again the most coveted ticket in town. Last night, Madison Square Garden’s Celebrity Row was overflowing with A-listers cheering on a hot Knicks squad, who defeated the Miami Heat in Game 2 of the Knicks second-round playoff series. “The team has been flooded with requests from celebrities, with some saying they will fly in from out of town if they can get tickets,” a source close to…

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Chow Lee Prepares for Sexiest Valentine's Day Yet With Steamy 2-Pack Single

Armed with fancy dinners, devilish charm, and an endless supply of sexy drill anthems, Chow Lee is the ultimate Valentine's Day date. For this year's V-Day, the Long Island native delivers "Porno Story!," a new double-single including the songs "Porno Story!" and "Ms. Beautiful V." Leading off the 2-pack is "Ms. Beautiful V," which reunites Chow with his frequent running mate Cash Cobain, who concocts a percolating instrumental out of metallic piano chords, clinking synthesizers, and a viral quote from an Orlando Brown interview. The second single is "Porno Story!," a hazy, high-BPM heat rock for late nights, in which Chow gives the explicit play-by-play of a successful date. Wielding his featherlight melodies with a smile on his face, Chow perffects his pick-up lines, detailing exactly what he will do if he becomes your Valentine. The 2-pack arrives alongside a new music video for "Ms. Beautiful V" in which Chow gives new meaning to the phrase "Sushi a la carte" as he wines and dines his way through Miami.

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Chow's new singles arrive as Chow announces upcoming tour dates this month. The rapper takes over Miami with the "Swag It Tour!," running from February 6th-11th, packing in 7 club appearances and performances over those 6 days. Chow Bella returns to his hometown on Valentine's Day, February 14th, for his "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" show at Silo in Brooklyn. After he performs for the ladies on V-Day, Chow joins Lil Tecca as support on his "HVN On Earth" North American Tour, from February 16th to March 17th. Chow continues his run of performances in March, when he performs at Rolling Loud California 2024. Buy tickets for the "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" show HERE

The "Porno Story!" two-pack continues a hot streak for Chow Lee, who has released several singles in the wake of his album, Hours After The Club. In December, Chow dropped "swag it!," an ethereal sample drill anthem, which gained viral traction for its blunt opening line: "How do you feel about being my side b*tch?" Hours After The Club is an addictive listen, radiating with the seductive charm that inspired Pitchfork to affectionately call Chow Lee the "horniest rapper out." Hours After The Club is chock full of infectious melodies, as Chow's natural bravado makes every X-rated flex feel natural. The tape is home to two new collaborations with his frequent running mate Cash Cobain: the quintessential "sexy drill" anthem "on behalf of the association," and "full service," a luxurious mix of drill, club, and cloud rap, featuring Chow's close friend Lonny Love. Chow followed-up Hours with singles like “team effort!” and “ready 2 live.”

Stay tuned for much more from Chow as he continues to establish himself as the most eligible bachelor in the rap game.

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How to Find Google Flights To Miami?

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