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Say Yes (Javier Peña and Horacio Carrillo)

Summary: Carrillo and Peña work closely with you during the takedown of Escobar. With tension rising between you three and you inviting them in to your apartment, a drink turns into everything you fantasized about and more.

A/N: Ha, remember when I posted this accidentally? Welp, that's what happens when you don't check your queue for a few months LMAO. But at last, it's here after many months of writing this on and off since this was a new challenge for me as I've never written a threesome before. I'm 90% sure this is right because I'm running off of low sleep and I will come back to edit this if I need to but I hope you enjoy! As always, drink water and stay beautiful 💚

Pairing: Javier Peña and Horacio Carrillo x !f reader (I believe that's how you do it pls correct me if I'm wrong)

Warnings: (A list whew and I was even thinking about dp but another time) Light spanking, hair pulling, cunt spanking, f and m receiving oral, p in v penetration (don't be silly wrap it up like candy) cumshot on stomach, cumshot on tongue. I think that's it but I will add more if I need to :)

Tagged: @squidlywiddly87 (uh now you can read this LMAO but I hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 7.7k (I promise this was supposed to be shorter)

“Care to come up for a drink?” An innocent question led to a night that was unforgettable if it could be put into words. It sparked something that the three of you were oblivious to. There was tension between the three of you, a sexual tension to be exact, but it was unspoken due to work. Murphy would make note of it, seeing how Carrillo and Peña would look at you when it was ridiculously hot out, you having to strip off a layer or two to keep yourself cool. Your shirt would cling to your body due to the sweat, outline your breasts more than the shirt would do when you weren’t sweating.

He would also make note of how you would take notice of how their shirts would cling to their muscles, seeing how sculpted their bodies were. Carrillo’s arms were…intimidating for some people. But for you, they were what led to a pool of arousal to form in your underwear. Those pants that Javi would wear, that would shape the lower half of his body, mainly his butt, well, you always wondered what it looked like without his clothes on. The three of you thought that you were discreet about the lust that you had for each other, but Steve always took note of it, just to see the annoyed expressions on either one of your faces.

Was he wrong? Not exactly. It was obvious that there was something between the three of you, a carnal desire that was mistaken for something so little, almost nothing in your lives. Sure, there was flirting exchanged from the three of you. One-liners coming from both Carrillo and Peña that would leave you blushing. You playing with their stuff like taking Peña’s aviators or taking Carrillo’s walkie talkie, forcing them to chase after you and grab you, making you all feel slightly aroused by the close proximity that you all shared. It was friendly on the surface, but it was bordering a line of no return. You all were determined to keep it as nothing more, nothing less.

But the lines were getting closer to being blurred by touching each other. It was more frequent, and it was getting harder to never let it drift down to where it was actually needed. You longed for a touch on the arm to go to them grabbing your breasts, just like they longed for you to go to palming them in their pants. And maybe it had to go further with them going under your shirt, getting a chance to let their rough, calloused hands touch your soft skin. Maybe it was necessary for you to reach down, going to their underwear to feel the thin material only making their erections more prominent. Maybe it was necessary to just strip everything off, to act on impulse and do what felt right in that moment. After all, protocol could be broken in desperate measures.

Needless to say, it wasn’t hard to let your mind go down a road of endless possibilities of having just one of them take you, perhaps letting both of them take you. Late nights alone in your apartment could be filled with you moaning their names, one hand down your cotton shorts and the other palming your breast, letting profanities slip out as you drew yourself closer to an orgasm. You thought of having one fucking you senseless and the other fucking your face, neither one of them taking any action in slowing down their actions. How they could edge you closer to an orgasm, but deny it in the last second, seeing you whine at the loss of their touch that was a drug to you. You thought of how they would love to see you beg for more, to fuck you harder, to let you cum, to make you forget the day’s events until you were seeing white.

You just wished that they would take you one day so that you wouldn’t have to wonder how big they actually were in those pants that would occasionally outline their cocks. The image of them right before you, their cocks painfully hard and waiting to fill your mouth up and reach the back of your throat. To feel those soft, delicate hands of yours wrap around it, pumping it slowly and making eye contact with them as you did it, batting those eyelashes at them before taking them in your mouth again was what brought you on the brink of an orgasm. The image of them waiting to take you so they could ruin everything about you, leave you with your makeup running down your face and a hoarse voice from all the screaming of their names would be imprinted in your brain.

And in their respective homes your name could be escaping their lips, their hand down their boxers, pumping slowly and letting a finger circle around the tip, wishing it was your tongue on their cock. They wanted to look down to see that mouth of yours stretched wide open, trying to fit their cock in your mouth so it could reach new depths. They wanted to thrust into your mouth, grab your hair so they could take control while you took it all like the good girl that you were. They wanted to hear and feel you gag on their cocks, making them grunt and whisper sweet nothings to you about how you were doing a good job of taking them with no complaints.

Sweat would be dripping down their face as they thought of taking you in the office after seeing you in a tight blouse and equally tight pants, just wanting to rip the blouse open and hear the buttons fall on the floor as they took a breast out of your bra to suck on them, hearing soft moans come out one by one from you before they just took you on the fucking desk. Out in the open to relieve some stress and try to see who could make the other cum first before going home to finish the activities. Or even after a night of going out and going back to each other’s homes like this one, maybe acting on impulse to kiss you instead of watching you walk in, seeing the way your pants cuffed your ass the way they would cuff it with their hands.

The fantasy was alive in your minds, but you guys wouldn’t act on it. Escobar was what mattered, not having Pena and Carrillo strip you naked and take you until you just couldn’t take it anymore, your sensitivity making it impossible to take it from either one of them. Them fucking you until your juices are just coating their fucking cocks, screaming so fucking loud that the cars that drive by are barely audible. Them getting off on seeing you in a state of euphoria, the high of cumming multiple times would have you see white as your eyes rolled back. But Escobar was the top priority, and impulsive decisions were never good. They were unnecessary risks that led to consequences that the faint hearted couldn’t handle.

“One drink won’t hurt, right?” Peña looked at you, and then Carrillo. Carrillo was hesitant, not knowing what one drink would do. One drink was the fatality of all morally right decisions. It could be the drink that led to answers of questions that a sober person would normally omit. It could be a detriment to a friendship, a relationship even. It could change the dynamics of how you would all look at each other, knowing how you all were in a different environment without the looming pressure of catching Escobar on your minds. To let all the stress, whether it would be mental, emotional, or physical just escape for once. That was what one drink could do, but was it worth it?

“Just say yes. That’s all you gotta do.” You bit your lip as you said it, your fingers twirling your keys as you waited for his answer. Were you trying to entice Carrillo by biting your lip? Yes, but what would a little lip bite do to someone? It wouldn’t hurt anyone. What would hurt would be how they would take you objectively, just as you imagined they would. A pain that would be worth feeling as it drew you closer to climaxing and fulfilling a fantasy that was created in the depths of your mind the moment you transferred down to Columbia and laid your eyes on the two of them.

“Yes,” With the way that he said it, it was almost as if he was trying to familiarize himself with that word. After all, it was used in a context of agreeing to go upstairs to a woman’s apartment that he’s been waiting to fuck for as long as he could remember. A smile tugged at your lips from his response and you went to open the door, feeling both of their eyes on your ass. You decided to make it interesting for you by dropping your keys, bending down to reach them, putting your ass out on the forefront for them to look at and long to touch, as were you longing to have them touch you in the most intimate of places.

You finally opened the door, turning on the light and placing your keys on the table, moving out of the way so they could walk in. You took notice of their outfits, Carrillo in that dark green outfit that was a tad bit too tight around his arms, highlighting how strong he was on top. You looked over to Pena, seeing that his shirt was unbuttoned, sweating near his neck which only made it harder to ignore how his neck was a turn on for you. It was just so strong, and it only looked hotter when he was angry. The way his neck would be flexed, the tension reminding you of how his arms would be flexed when he would be man-handling a suspect. You forced yourself to peel your eyes away from them and walked over to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator. Knowing that beer was the “safer” option for three of you, you pulled out three bottles, feeling that wine would be a bit too formal for a night like this.

You handed them the beer after opening it up for them, letting your fingers brush past theirs. You wondered how they would feel on the rest of your body, caressing it or making it a point to feel pain that was more so pleasure for you. You walked back over to the kitchen to get your beer, taking a small sip, letting the alcohol enter your body after a day of no success in catching Escobar. It was disappointing, to say the least. You guys were putting your lives on the line, with no avail. Escobar was always two, three, maybe even four steps ahead of you guys and there was no one to turn to except each other.

The police? Not a chance with the way they were all on a payroll for Escobar and every other drug lord that could pay them off. The Columbian Government? They were just as bad as the police, maybe even worse as they were the ones setting the example for the police to follow. Your government? They were no help to you guys as their actions were the complete opposite of what they said they were doing on television. All they wanted was to ensure that they could get some money out of this and to have the chance to play captain on a boat that was sinking. The president could lie all he wanted to on television, to say that they were making progress in something that was only going to go down in flames in the end. But the fact of the matter was you were the ones that were out there that could see the lies. The government only wanted the glory of saying that they helped with the war on drugs, if you could even it call it that.

Were you guys perfect? No, not in the slightest bit. You got your hands dirty in the line of war, even when you wanted to stay dry for just one day. Blood covered your hands no matter how hard you scrubbed it off. It was still there, in memory. No number of promotions, awards, or congratulations from those that knew or didn’t know the situation at hand could make you guys feel relieved in what it was that you guys did every single day. It changed you guys, whether you believed it or not. You were not the same as you guys were before the wild goose chase of finding and capturing Escobar was set into motion. You saw things you wished to forget, did things that haunted your dreams, and wondered if everything that you guys were doing was for a noble cause.

In theory it was, saving the people from drugs that destroyed families, homes, and could bring down anyone that was against it. But in reality? It was just politics, something that you hated for as long as you could remember. Politics that only worked in your favor when it was something that could suit the ones in power. It was bullshit, but so was everything about this war on drugs and capturing Escobar. You needed a break from the bullshit that surrounded your life as a person trying to capture someone so far out, and so did they.

So, one drink was what brought things to a haze of some sorts, to where you said things that you would normally keep to yourself. You made a few flirtatious comments, letting the alcohol do the talking that you wouldn’t dare say with a sober mind. You guys all went over to your couch, and you were in between the two of them, Peña to your left and Carrillo to your right. The tv was on, playing a black-and-white Columbian movie that none of you guys were paying attention to.

Your beers were slowly dwindling away with each sip and the conversation started to take a turn from light to heavy. You felt yourself relax a tad bit, seeing them relax too and look more alive. You got another drink for the three of you, and the more the alcohol entered your bodies, the closer you got to making rash decisions. You would touch them in places that you only thought of when you would touch yourself, needing a release of some sort without taking it too far. Maybe the lack of eating made it easier to have the alcohol take over quickly, or maybe you were just done waiting for something that needed to happen. They did the same but were more subtle as they wanted to tread carefully, not wanting to blur the lines of friendship over a misunderstanding.

By the fifth round, it was decided that they would crash at your place for the night, seeing as though they couldn’t even call a cab for themselves without slurring their words. You felt yourself become wet at the thought of them staying over, knowing that they would only be in the next room over instead of being a drive away. You weren’t sure if your drunk self could keep your fantasies hidden away with that in mind, and they weren’t sure if they could last knowing that you were in the other room, in skimpy clothing that barely kept you cool with how hot it was down in Colombia.

Suddenly there was less space between the three of you, your arms brushing against one another and they leaned in closer to you, to where you could smell the hints of cologne that sent you on a frenzy. Maybe sometime in between they both made the accusation that you moaned when you got a whiff of their scent, but you only laughed, knowing that they had no clue as to how you really moaned when you were being pleasured. You playfully hit them, letting your touch linger a bit longer than it should’ve. You felt the goosebumps rise on their skin with your touch. The hair on their necks would stand tall as you leaned on either one of their shoulders, and you could feel goosebumps on your skin rise as they would casually place a hand on your thighs, to just grab something that was across from them. Their hands were strong and were interesting to look at, seeing that they held stories that you didn’t know about.

Their eyes would be a tell-tale sign that they had seen the horrors of trying to dismantle a drug cartel. But their hands were the proof of them trying to make a difference. They would move your hair out of your face, taking their time in studying your features. You were all treading on uncharted territory that was dangerous, but danger was what was needed in life. Danger was the fire that would keep you alive. To burn brighter and higher as you took chance after chance to live a life that was only shown in the movies.

Deciding to stop drinking after the fifth round, you got up, placing both of your hands on one of their thighs to balance yourself. You could feel them tense up from your hands gripping their thighs, but they didn’t say anything about it. You took their beers as they were done, and you brought them over to the kitchen to throw them out. You were getting ready to get some water when you heard them whispering. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but you figured it was nothing serious. Suddenly, they got up and went into the kitchen. You turned around and saw them eyeing you, making you feel hot. Their stare made you question whether or not you could last until you went to bed. You went to go to another part of the kitchen, but they got closer to you. You took a sip of your water, needing something to cool you off as you felt hotter with them being so close to you.

As you went to turn, Horacio came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and dipping his head to bring it closer to your neck, his breath fanning it. Javier was in the front, looking down as he took his fingers and brought them to your chin, lifting it up ever so softly. You stared into those deep but gentle eyes where his irises had bloomed from the arousal that was building from the time he walked into your apartment.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you bit your lip, seeing that had a reaction on Peña as he let out a slight groan at the sight of your teasing. Horacio let his hands drift down to get closer to your clothed core, something that you longed for. While Horacio went south, Javier ventured away from the northern area and went to grab your breasts, lightly squeezing them. It felt so fucking good to be touched after such a long time of being denied of that desire.

“Bonita, don’t fight it. Let go.” Javier could sense that you were trying to hold back, not wanting to give in just yet. Horacio hummed in agreement as he continued to kiss your neck, wanting to make it easier on their end to get you to stop holding back. You let out a soft moan, barely audible once Javi got to your shirt, opening the buttons and letting his fingers touch your breasts. Horacio let his hands unbutton your pants, not needing to see what he was doing. Perhaps he had a lot of experience like his partner did.

“Just say yes. That’s all you gotta do.” Horacio mimicked your words from earlier as he let his hand go into your underwear, feeling how your arousal has been building for the both of them. Javier unbuttoned your shirt entirely, letting your lacy blue bra be exposed. You knew that you couldn’t fight it anymore. You managed to catch your breath and open your eyes, still seeing Javi’s eyes transfixed on to you, waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” You breathed out, feeling Horacio’s fingers go down where they needed to be at. Javi wasted no time in capturing your lips, and you moaned in his mouth as his lips were the perfect blend of beer and cigarettes and Horacio had gotten down to putting his fingers in between your lips, gathering your slick to then rub your clit.

“How long have you been like this for? Were you just going to go in your room and get yourself off without a little help?” Horacio whispered in the shell of your ear, rubbing nice and slow, making your hips roll with him. You continued to kiss Javi but Horacio’s words made your face burn with heat, moaning slightly in the other’s mouth as Javi touched you all over.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Javi said in between kisses. You all separated but it wasn’t until Horacio carried you bridal style to the room where it finally hit you that this was happening. This was not a fantasy no longer. No, the two men that you were torn between choosing wanted you just as much as you wanted them. If that was not enough to send you over the moon, the way you were placed on the bed and both of them staring down at you, waiting to ravish you was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Javi turned to Carrillo, and the grins they both shared before moving over to you made your stomach drop. Before you knew it, your clothes were being discarded, shirt thrown to the side, your bra unclasped, pants shimmying down with your panties and you were helping them without a second thought, now with you completely naked and them still fully clothed.

“Let’s see how pent up you are,” Carrillo murmured, him trailing up to you to kiss you and Javi traveling down to your exposed sex, his fingers drumming in between your thighs to get them open.

“Open up for me, cielo.” Javi commanded as you were slowly getting lost in Carrillo’s kiss, his much rougher and hasty than Javi’s. You opened up and soon you felt that fluffy hair nuzzling between your thighs before he used his plump lips to suck on your clit. You moaned into Carrillo’s mouth as his hand traveled to your breasts to pinch and tease your raised nipples, the added sensation making you lose focus. You were biting Carrillo’s lip here and there as your hand was moving down to his pants, rubbing his prominent bulge that you were pleasantly surprised about. Before you could do much more, he moved his hands away to undo his belt, pulling down his pants in one swift move after.

Immediately you were clawing at Horacio’s shirt, trying to get the buttons undone so you could feel him, pull him closer to you so that when your peak reached you could fall apart with him all over you. He laughed in between feverish kisses over your neediness, pulling off his shirt too as he pulled away from you, your mouth falling agape as you realized that everything you thought about him was right and then some.

“How does she taste?” Horacio asked as he was stroking himself in his briefs.

“Like heaven,” Javi pulled his head up to speak and dove right back down without a second thought, making you whine more. Horacio captured your lips once more as he was moving his hand between both of your breasts, nipples become overly sensitive from it all. You didn’t know what to focus on more, but with the way Javi sucked on your clit and licked with the perfect balance, not letting up as if it was his last meal unlocked something in you. There was no guy that was more enthusiastic about eating you out the away Javi was. He put his all into it, occasionally licking from bottom to top, top to bottom to get every drop in your slit, giving you a minute to catch your breath before he went back to your bundle of nerves which made you arch your back. But when the deft fingers that you always found yourself getting lost into looking at slipped into your sex, the band of control snapped.

You moved your hand back down to tease Horacio, slipping your hand under the waistband of his briefs to touch him, semi hard already which put a smile on your face. But that smile soon went away as you felt Javi curling his fingers as he pushed them in and out, lightly grazing your spot as he sucked on your clit a little faster, matching the same pace as when he pushed in. You were a mess, sweat beading down your body, hands trying to find someone to grip to hold yourself together, and you were willing to lose yourself because of their ministrations for a lifetime. And so you did, the way Carrillo’s tongue slipped into your mouth, the twist of your nipple, the curl of Javi’s fingers, the way your bundle of nerves were sent over the edge, you were a goner. Blinding pleasure took up your body, mind, and soul as you stilled in stroking Carrillo’s cock and your legs tightened around Javi’s head. But neither of them stopped working you through it, only continuing and slowing little by little until you were done. With that, they moved away from and marveled at how you looked, the smirks on their face making you want more.

“You sure you’re ready for more?” Javi cooed, and you frantically nodded your head as you got up. Horacio was only in his briefs but Javi was still clothed, making you pout. He realized what you wanted so he undressed so he did as you moved to the edge of your bed. Horacio decided it would be more fun if he kissed your neck while you watched, and the show was more than you expected. You knew that Javi’s golden skin was meant to be worshipped, but to see him half naked as his white shirt was pulled off, undoing his belt as he took off his pants, briefs coming down with them as his cock hard, precum leaking when you didn’t even get the chance to touch him as much as you wanted to.

“Someone likes what they see,” Carrillo whispered in your ear, making chills run through you. He came back around and you realized he took off his briefs as well, leaving them naked right in front of you. Without much thought, you got on your knees, getting close to them. If this was how they were now, you wondered how they kept it together being around you so much. You took both of them in your hands, pumping slowly and looking up at them, seeing Javi gripping the bed and Carrillo trying to hold it together by biting his lip, blood threating to seep out if he bit down any harder.

“Who should I start with?” You batted your eyelashes at them, looking down at their cocks and seeing the precum leaking out over your finger.

“Do what feels right,” Javi encouraged, so you took his, still pumping Carrillo with a little more speed and kitten licking the tip to catch the precum, the salty taste making you smirk. You began to suck the tip, looking up at him with the innocent eyes you always teased him with, you both knowing that there was just a glint hidden in between your stare that meant something else, something beyond professionalism. Seeing that he was straining himself to not thread his other hand in your hair, you went ahead and began to take him all, no more teasing after dreaming of this for so long.

“That’s it, take it all,” Javi praised, grip on the bed getting tighter, his knuckles turning snow white. You flattened your tongue and began to take more of him with ease, and the guttural groans escaping his mouth you were in pure ecstasy. You kept bobbing your head, matching the pace of stroking Carrillo’s cock, your fingers swiping over his tip or you gagging on Javi’s cock. You didn’t care about how used you were for the moment, just that your biggest fantasy was coming true.

“Go please him now, pretty girl.” Javi pulled you off of his cock, and you shifted over to Carrillo, wetness dripping to your thighs with the way he looked at you. Instantly, he wrapped his hand around your hair and spat on his cock, getting it nice and ready before you were beginning to take him in your mouth, the stark contrast between the two driving you insane as you loved the gentle nature of Javi but Horacio’s roughness was just enough to make you want more.

“That’s it, let me fuck that pretty face,” He was thrusting into your mouth and you were taking it, Javi deciding to move your hand away to stroke himself and watch you in the act. You could feel yourself gagging here and there, his sheer size making your work overtime to take him, but when he would hold your head in place to fuck your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan. When you slapped his thigh to let you up, he did, bending down to kiss you afterwards.

“I knew with how much you talk I could put that mouth to good use,” He whispered in your ear as they both help you back up to your feet. Your jaw was a little sore, but it made you excited as you wondered what the stretch would be for you where you needed them most. Hell, if you knew this was going to happen you would’ve trained your other hole to take them both at the same time, feeling them both thrust in and out, the fullness that you craved from them finally being achieved. You pictured laying on Javi’s soft body, back flushed against his chest, his cock halfway in your hole, and Carrillo holding your legs up as he pushed in and out, the stretch making you cry from so much overstimulation as you would rub your clit to match his thrusts. You needed that to happen if this would happen again between you three, but you settled for laying back down on the bed and Carrillo and Javi joining you.

“Who do you want to go first?” Javi asked, hand rubbing in between your legs.

“Depends on what position you both want me in.”

“I want to see you. All of you,” Javi moved his hand down further, index finger swiping over your clit to make you buck your hips. “And considering how much this one looks at your ass, I think he’ll want you from the back. Am I wrong?” You both looked at him, and the amused smile confirmed it all.

“He’s right. Now choose cariño.”

“I want Javi to go first.”

“Say no more, bonita.” He kissed your cheek and moved down, putting his hand sin between your legs to open you up. Carrillo got up and started to stroke himself right above your mouth.

“I’m happy I get to use your pretty mouth once more,” You were smiling as he looked down at you, the way the moon was highlight the sharpness of his body, trailing its way up from his stomach to his chest, to the strong neck that you could see yourself leaving marks on. Your eyes shot back down to his cock however, still glistening and the tip leaking more with precum. You sat up and he tapped his cock against your lips, making you take him in your mouth to stop the teasing. You moved your head as best as you could but when he took control and fucked your mouth again, his cock hitting your throat repeatedly, you were moaning as you enjoyed how he used you, and how you could feel Javi gathering up slick from between your lips to smear on his cock.

“Such a good slut for him,” He murmured as he climbed on top of you and was rubbing the tip of his cock in between your folds, tip hitting your clit especially and rubbing around to make you jump. He pushed in without warning, the stretch making you moan loudly and Carrillo stilling inside your mouth. Your walls fluttered around him as he pushed in more, nice and slow to feel you, take his time with you. You could see from your peripheral the way he was biting his lip, holding it together as he softly sweared under his breath.

“So fucking wet, all for us,” He bent down to whisper it in your ear, making you clench more around his cock. He rutted inside of you, making sure every ridge and curve would be felt. It was a slower pace, but you figured he was slow as you were a little preoccupied with how Carrillo was still using you until he pulled you off, letting you rest your head back down on the bed.

“I want to watch. Give me a show,” Carrillo kissed your forehead and moved off to the side, leaving you to focus completely on Javi. He thrusted with more consistency, skin slapping as you could feel the curve brushing against your walls. You clawed at his back, trying to hold it together as you didn’t think in a million years that he would feel this good in just a few thrusts.

“Javi, fuck, you feel so good,” You were whining more, legs wrapping around him.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He cooed in your ear as he went a little faster, the speed finally giving you what you needed. It was as though you two were rocking a little, both wanting the other to pull out but the fullness you had and how your velvety walls clung around his size made it impossible to want to pull out fully. All you knew was that in this moment, you would go into any position for them just so that you could feel both of them fill you up in different angles. Tips pressing up near your spot, the stretch, the way your walls would cling to them out of desperation, everything you could want was happening as you moaned while sucking Carrillo’s cock and Javi was realizing how no matter how much he would tighten his hand it never matched to how you felt.

Javi’s hand snuck down in between you and the flick of his finger on your clit made you jolt, a sharp moan coming out of you and going right to Carrillo as he thrusted into your mouth a little more. Toying with you, he would match his thrusts and slap your clit a little making you whimper before rubbing it to soothe you. Before you could pull him out of your mouth to say anything, you came with a force so heavy it blinded you, the moan coming from deep inside you that vibrated through Carrillo as you moaned. Javi rode you through it while Carrillo continued to use you.

“You loved being used like this don’t you? A little slut for the two of us.” You hummed in agreement which made Carrillo buck his hips into your mouth more.

“Do that again and I might have to fuck your pretty face again,” Carrillo half warned, half made a promise on it. You contemplated on it, but the idea of testing your luck with the man that scared and also turned you on got the best of you. So you did, and the way he took hold of your hair and thrusted relentlessly made you tighten around Javi’s cock.

“Keep tightening around me, hermosa,” The strain in his voice, knowing that he was fucking into you harder, faster, all too consuming while you were testing the limits with your throat, jaw-slacked and looking up at him with the doe eyes that both of them loved once you regained control of yourself. How you managed to breathe through your nose and take it even when he barely pulled out of your mouth to let you breathe was beyond your understanding, but to have both of them was worth it.

“Gonna make him cum, little one?” You hummed in response as Javi’s death grip on your hips loosened and you unwrapped your legs, him pulling out and painting a nice cum shot on your stomach, thick ropes of cum that made you tighten around nothing. He was out of breath, perspiration lining his skin, biting his lip even. He squeezed the tip more to get some more out, and Carrillo pulled out of your mouth. You brought your hand down to get some on your fingers, swiping it up and tasting it. You could see Javi shutter and Carrillo transfixed by the way you lapped it up with each venture down to your stomach and back to your mouth.

“Cleaning up your mess like I knew you would,” Javi moved down to kiss the top of your head as you tasted the last bit of it, enjoying the saltiness of it all. “But how are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. Little tired but I can go on.” You were still catching your breath but the haze that was clouding your mind made you want to go on for more.

“You sure? I don’t want to push you.” Carrillo, surprisingly soft, pushed your hair back.

“If I can’t go anymore, I’ll stop.” You smiled at him and he held back a groan. How could you look so pretty below him?

“You think you can take me?” He countered, and the thought of being stretched out further excited you more than it should’ve. Oh, how did you last this long without having them?

“Doesn’t hurt to try now does it?” The glint in your eyes stoked the fire inside of him that he thought was already burning red hot the moment he entered your apartment.

“That’s a good girl. Turn around for me.” You turned around and got on all fours, facing your mirror and the window which let the moonlight shine on all three of you. He got behind you, hands settled right near your love handles and pulled you towards him, just when you could feel the curve of his dick pressed against your slit, rubbing right in between.

“Look at you coating my fucking dick, baby,” Slapping your ass, you jolted as he pressed the tip near your hole. “And now I get to feel you.” And he pushed in a little roughly, the stretch almost unbearable as you didn’t think you could take either one of them. But you did, the slow yet strong pumps to test you out was eliciting the wanton moans that could be heard out the window. Javi reached down to you and kissed your temple, tilting your head so you could look at him.

“Such a good girl. Don’t stop, bonita.” He pushed the stray hairs out of your face as you took the slow increase in speed from Carrillo, the tip brushing your walls with each thrust. Javi grabbed one of your breasts and teased your nipple, pinching lightly. You bit your lip as the pain and pleasure mixed together, building with each second that passed. You couldn’t see much but both Javi and Carrillo were looking in the mirror, watching you with intensity. Although Javi was through, he felt a jolt go through him as he helped you get off. Carrillo took glances at your ass and your reflection in the mirror, getting harder at the site of you arched down, taking it him whole.

“Ay, ella se siente increíble,” Carrillo threw his head back a little as you started to meet him halfway, your breath hard to catch as you were beginning to get overstimulated. Javi met you down to your face and kissed your temple, mumbling sweet nothings in Spanish that if you could translate you would probably flutter around Carrillo.

“Baby, take a look at yourself in the mirror.” He whispered as his hand moved from your breasts up to your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair. His grip on your hair as he lifted your head up to look in the mirror made you whine, but your walls only tightened when you saw all three of you in the mirror. Javi’s face so close to yours, lips grazing your temple, you bent over in obscene ways, Carrillo taking you where you could see the way his arms were flexed based on the grip he had on your hips. You watched as he fucked you harder, seeing that he was looking down at how he was going in and out of you. You reveled in how soft Javi’s lips were against your skin, how he worshipped you and Carrillo took you in ways you never would speak about in broad daylight. Javi pulled away to move up and face Carrillo.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty like this?”

“She does. Should’ve done this sooner,” Carrillo was throwing his head back as you were beginning to meet his thrusts to get ever inch. Your third orgasm of the night was gaining traction and you were beginning to move a hand down to rub your sensitive clit but Javi stopped you, swatting your hand away and moving his other hand there.

“You’ll cum on our command. Got it?” Javi was looking at you through the mirror. You nodded but then you felt Carrillo and Javi stop. “Use your words.” They were both staring at you and you tried to gasp for some air to speak properly.

“Yes. I’ll cum on your command, I promise.” You darted your eyes between the two and they resumed, much to your pleasure. Deft fingers toying with your sensitive clit, curved and thick cock exploring your walls, and you were in your world of desire that seemed to be taking new heights the more you continued this. But now, with your climax getting closer and closer to blooming, you were beginning to feel your body shake.

“Not yet. Hold it.” Carrillo stayed steady with his thrusts and the tight circles that Javi was rubbing was making you grip the sheets.

“Please! Please, please let me cum!” You were begging, so close to the thread snapping and you cumming undone. You saw that the two of them looked at each other and nodded.

“Cum.” That was all that you needed to hear before you cried out, collapsing your upper half but the lower half being held up by Carrillo as he fucked you through your orgasm and Javi slowed his circles. You soon heard the grunts and felt the slow and sloppy thrusts coming as Carrillo pulled out and Javi moved away. You turned around to face him, on your knees in the bed looking up at him with your mouth open. He came with a grunt, the cum landing right on your tongue and a little on your lip. You swallowed it all and cleaned up, giving him a smile and it made more shot out on his hand. You took his hand and licked it up too, winking at him.

“So proud of you, princesa.” He grabbed your jaw gently and kissed your forehead. You were a mess, albeit a happy mess as you were trying to catch your breath with all the pleasure washing over you. Soon it slowed, Javi’s hand moving away to rub your back and Carrillo helping you lay down. Javi gave you one of the pillows as you lifted your head up to lay on it as Carrillo got up to go to the bathroom. Javi laid next to you and caressed your face, making you blush.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I am. I don’t know how I’m going to get to work tomorrow though,” You joke, knowing that your legs were jelly at this point.

“We’ll drive you, but you better be walking since we can’t carry you around all day.” He kissed your forehead right when Carrillo came back with the towels from your bathroom. Javi took his towel and Carrillo tossed his to the side, tending to you. He got on the bed and was on top of you, wiping you off as you hummed in relief. Javi finished wiping himself off just as Carrillo got done with you. Still unable to move you were amused when Carrillo tossed your legs a little to get the sheet from underneath them. He then draped it over your lower body and then wiped himself off. Javi got under the sheet with you as Carrillo tossed the three towels in your hamper haphazardly.

“Someone’s gotta do their laundry now,” Carrillo teased.

“I’ll get to it eventually. Gotta find the feeling in my legs again to move.” Both laughed at your new state, used to you running around and now you were bed ridden for the night.

“By the morning you’ll be fine. But sleep.” Carrillo was getting ready to get dressed again as well as Javi, but you got up.

“Can you both stay with me?” You shifted your eyes between them, the little pleading as you moved to the middle of your bed igniting something in them.

They obliged after some thought, you in the middle with Carrillo on your back and Javi near your front. Carrillo’s hand rested on your ass and Javi’s was right near your shoulder. A little awkward, but both of them were softly snoring within minutes with all the energy you took out of them. Maybe you would end up not talking about it until the time came round again or even in passing, but for now you let the calm call of sleep lull you away.

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Hemmy's Recommendation List | Javier Peña - Part 2

Javier Peña - Part 2

Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune

This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.

These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.

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Self-plug: if you need a beta reader or want help with Spanish for the ones who write Javi P and Frankie, hit me up!

Disclaimer:

These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.

You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.

If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself.

Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.

Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

Javier Peña - Part 2

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Series - cont.

Love, Javier @itsjustsemantics Married Javier Peña Masterlist @lokischocolatefountain Mi Cielo @venusandromedadjarin Mi Luz @pedrostylez Monday Morning @joels-darlin More Than Just Friends @darkroastjoel Not Qualified For This @blueeyesatnight Nowhere To Run @mvrdvckmvtthew @metalnecklace Nowhere To Run @undercoverpena-fics Paperwork @blueeyesatnight Paranoid Heart @goodwithcheese Perfectly Intoxicating @gracieispunk Ring @notjustjavierpena-fics Running Like Water @freshlyrage Salvatore @devilmademewriteit Saturdays With Javier @wildemaven Scathed Series @dancingtotuyo Scenes From A Marriage @pennyserenade Secret Smile @thelightsandtheroses-fics She's Got The Tickets @vanemando15 Somewhere To Start @chloeangelic There Was Heavens In Your Eyes @metalnecklace When Javi Met @jedifarmer Worth The Wait @kteague You Are My Best Friend @autumnleaves1991-blog

One Shots

A Whole New Man @jawabear Again @javierpena-inatacvest Arde Tu Piel @fhatbhabie Arepas @undercoverpena-fics Back to December @nonexistent-introvert Comatose @absurdthirst Coming Home @undercoverpena-fics Cookies & Whiskey @jake-g-lockley Dance With Me? @beecastle Every Inch @javierpena-inatacvest Family Recipe @beecastle I Can See You @proxima-writes I Got You @yeollie-plz I'd Love To See Me From Your POV @tightjeansjavi Just Keep Breathing @swiftispunk Let Me Be Your Anchor @beecastle Meant to Be @wildemaven Mi Cielo @pedrostylez Missed You @pedrostylez Over & Done With @loquaciousferret Phone Sex… Amrite? @tightjeansjavi Picture Perfect @absurdthirst Pool Sex With Javi P @tightjeansjavi Rendezvous @frannyzooey Say No To Me @lokischocolatefountain Stubborn When It Comes To This @metalnecklace Sunburn @metalnecklace Sweet Dreams @javiscigarette Swipe His Nose Like A Credit Card @tightjeansjavi Take Me Where Your Heart Is @pennyserenade Tanlines @metalnecklace The Third Date @lowlights Tie Me Up Like I'm Surprised @tightjeansjavi You Are My Home @javierpena-inatacvest You'll Always Have Me @eideticallys

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My Love #JavierPena

#pedro pascal #pedrito #narcos #your honour i love this man #pedro pascal character #javierpena #javier peña #javi

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Nobody Likes A Secret

Pedro Pascal x F! Reader

Summary - Did he really just throw away your whole relationship away like it was nothing, like it was just a bit of fun?

Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count - 2.4k

Notes - Highly recommend listening to ‘Nobody Likes A Secret’ By Lizzie McAlpine while reading. Major inspo from this song so enjoyyyy.

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The dust from your guitar swarmed your bedroom like a tornado. It’d really been that long since you played huh? Your love for playing must’ve died out, but now it was time to dive back in.

You just dabbled in writing songs. You’d never gone as far as putting anything out their professionally. Sure when you were younger and first learned to play, you and your friends thought it’d be cool to post some clips on YouTube. The videos did well, but the older you got, the more embarrassing it felt to keep doing it.

So you stopped doing videos and stuck to playing in your bedroom and using your phone to record the songs.

You didn’t think anything could ever stop your love for playing - you’d always find the time to write quotes in your phone to then later turn them into a melody or even a song. That was your thing.

Just like his thing was acting.

Not doing interviews in sleazy magazines about how he’d dated someone a year ago for a few kicks.

You thought you both ended on good terms, deciding that now wasn’t the best time to make anything official to the word as it was a nasty place. Pedro cared about you too much - or so you thought - to put it out there that you two were a thing. Only for your life to flip upside down and have eyes watching your every move.

He was used to that, having being in the spotlight for so long. But you?

You’d be snapped by a few paparazzi when you and Pedro when out for lunch, but he’d shut down the rumours and make it clear you were just friends. Which wasn’t all a lie, but you were more than that. Or, he was more than that for you.

You never expected to get home from work after a long day to read something so vulgar.

‘So Pedro, how have you found dating since being in the spotlight? I’m sure it’s not easy.’

‘To be honest, I did have something going on, but it was just for fun. It was a mutual agreement between two people who’s lives were to complicated to have anything too serious.’

‘How so?’

‘Well, she was a musician of some sorts and with my busy schedule, it was hard for us to get together. So, we decided for it to be fun, rather than have all of the labels and make this ore difficult than they have to be. We had a lot of fun nights together. But sadly, it just didn't work out.’

‘So, what your saying is that your back on the market?’

‘You could say that, yeah. I’ve been off it for a while actually.’

The flimsy papers from the magazine soared across your living room. They just avoided the pictures hanging on your wall. Your breathing was slow and harsh.

We decided it to be fun?

It was a mutual agreement?

Yeah fucking right. You and Pedro were far from being anywhere near a mutual agreement. It was special what you had. A deep connection between two people who really cared for each other. He’d be there for you, and you for him. You two had been through your darkest times together and always came out stronger at the other end.

For him to say that it was just a bit of fun? That is the most insulting thing you’d ever heard.

So you did the only thing you could think of doing when you were angry. Aside from smashing your apartment to pieces, you walked into your bedroom and dug into the back of your closet until you found it.

“There you are girl.” You whispered to your dusty - and in certain need of a tuning guitar. She’d been sitting in the back of the closet gathering dust for way to long.

It felt good to hold her again. Your life just got so busy, you’d never have any time on your hands to write or even strum a few strings. But, before you’d never had any reason to be this angry.

When you both called off the ‘mutual agreement’ - as Pedro called it - sure it was upsetting. You’d distanced yourself from loved ones and took some time to yourself, but you didn’t hit rock bottom enough to write a song about him.

You’d thought about it, but it was too cheesy. Writing songs about guys who have broken your heart was such a 2000′s thing to do. Now, songs were about passion and care, not misery and heartbreak.

This, made your blood boil just enough to make you write a song about him. About how he’s betrayed you and humiliated you.

You sat cross legged on your bed, your phone set to record in front of you and you threw some ideas around in your head before pressing record.

I hold my anger in my stomach And I'm starting to have side effects From hating you this much No explanation, just a quote in a magazine Where you said you only dated me for fun

You’d held the anger in for so long, it did start to take a toll. You’d bottled it up for so long, holding your tongue whenever one of your friends mentioned him. They knew of your friendship, but not to a great extent.

They were jealous, that you were the one that caught the eyes of Pedro Pascal and not them. How the night you met, it should have been one of them standing in the right place at the right time and not you. And right now, you wish it was true, that you’d never met the man that broke you.

And I'm paraphrasing now But the gist of it was how you never loved me Only in it for the sex And I really don't get how You can say that and be proud of it We both know you were in deeper than that Hmm

He was in deeper than just sex. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he was deeply and madly in love with you. It was hard for him to admit any sort of feelings to anyone, even you at times. Even though you were someone he could put all of his trust in. Someone who he could spill his deepest, darkest secrets too and not have to worry about the press finding out.

When the time came around where his jobs were getting more and more demanding and the spotlight on him was getting bigger and tighter, he didn’t want you to become one of his flings. He wanted real, but he couldn’t give it to you.

He didn’t want you to be dragged into his crazy life, he knew that you prefer to live a peaceful life with no drama. He was selfish to keep seeing you for so long, but he didn’t want it to end. At times, he wished that he was never famous. That he was just a regular guy who happened to meet you and fall in love.

Oh how he wished for that.

Nobody likes a secret And I was always yours It's almost been a year and even so I still don't know what for Hmm

You were his secret. His best kept one. He’d always tell the press or his agents that you were just a friend. Only his closest knew you were more than that to him. Only they knew about his feelings for you and how he wanted to show you off to the world that you were his, but that wasn’t the life he wanted for you.

He never asked you if that was what you wanted. He just presumed since you were so well kept. He didn’t know that in a heart beat, you would jump into the harsh spotlight that is Hollywood, deal with all of the negative things that would be said about you, just to be called his.

A tear droplet fell onto the base of your guitar. You shook your head and wiped away the escaping tears from your eyes. You stopped recording and placed your guitar down on the floor and sat back against the headboard.

Did you want to listen to it? Would it be as painful as writing it to listen to it?

You did it anyway.

It was only a short song, a mere one minute and forty-nine seconds, but it was the most powerful minute and forty-nine seconds you’d ever written. It had so much pain, yet clarity in the song. Clarification that you were just a secret, but you didn’t have to be. You could have been much, much more than a secret. He just never gave you the chance to be.

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He signed deeply as he sunk into his couch, clutching the glass of whiskey for dear life.

“Why the fuck did I say that?” He muttered to himself as he reads the article in the magazine. “I’m such an asshole.”

He was indeed. He never wanted to say any of that, he didn’t even mean what he was saying. The interviewer was pressing him about his dating life. She knew something, she had dirt on you that she was going to spill if he didn’t give her something good to write about.

He wanted to tell the world your name and how much you did and still do mean to him, but that would disrupt your life in more ways than ever. So he opted for the easier and better option in his mind. To play off like you meant nothing to him, and that it was just a good time between two people.

Pedro threw the magazine across the room, just avoiding the picture sitting on the coffee table. He sunk even further back into the couch and pinched the space in-between his brows and nose.

A loud knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He groaned, placing the whiskey down on the coffee table and headed to the door.

The rain was bouncing down against the concrete as he opened the door. He peered his head around from the door, trying to shield himself from the rain. He swung the door open fully when he saw you standing there, dripping wet from the rain.

“Hi.” You say quietly, a whisper.

“Hi.” He said back, with the same volume.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You shuffled on your feet, refusing to look anywhere else but at him.

“Do you want to come in? You look freezing.” You were freezing.

After realising what you wanted, you ran to your door, slipped on your sneakers and ran towards Pedro’s house. Your mind was so set on him that you forgot you were still in your lounge clothes.

You nodded quickly and stepped into his home. “Take a seat, I’ll go and grab you a towel.” He said sheepishly, walking to the bathroom.

It’d been a while since you’d been to his house. Not much had changed. A few different pieces of art he’d picked up on his travels and the guitar you had bought for him sitting in the corner of the living room was new. You smiled at it.

You’d always promised to teach him how to play, and even went out of your way to buy him the best beginner guitar. He put up a fight at first, his fingers too big for the strings. He moaned while trying to play and eventually giving up. But the fact he still kept it after a year, made your heart melt.

Pedro returned with a towel in one hand, and one of his old t-shirts in another. “I got this for you, just in case you wanted to change.” He shuffled on his feet, slowly walking to you and handing you the items.

“Thank you.” You said, drying your hair with the towel. “I uh, came over hear because I-”

“You read the article didn’t you?” He butted in with a nervous look on his face.

You nodded, looking at him with disappointment in your eyes. “I did. And I-”

“Look I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way, hell I didn’t even mean anything that I said I just-. I know you hate me for how things ended and now I’ve made you hate me anymore. I know your here to scream at me, so go ahead.” Pedro paced the living room, stopping in front of you, preparing himself for your wrath of words.

You opened your mouth and closed it. “I’m not here to scream at you Pedro.” You said, taking his hands into yours. “I’m here to tell you what I want.”

Shock too over his face and body. “What? Why aren’t you here to scream at me? The things I said were awful!”

“Yeah, they were. But I get why you said them. You have been protecting me from the spotlight the moment we met. Not wanting to have anyone spread a nasty rumour about me or take my pictures when I’m out doing something. You didn’t want me to have the life that you do.

But, you never asked me if I wanted that life with you. You thought you knew what was best for me, but what was actually best for me was to be with you, come spotlight or not.” You took both his hands into yours, telling him the words you’ve wanted to tell him for so long but never even realising yourself.

“I would give up my life to be with you. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about what people say about me. All I care about is knowing you’ll be by my side through it all.” You smiled up at him, but his face was unreadable.

Did he want this? You’d never thought about what he wanted. A lot can happen in a year.

Had he found someone else and you were confessing your feelings for him?

Oh god, what had you done.

You thought about it again and snatched your hands from his. “I’m sorry for coming. I shouldn’t have come.” You quickly said, moving for the front door.

Pedro grabbed your wrist and spun you around into his chest. He looked down at you, his brown eyes still like you remember them. “I’m so sorry. I messed up. I wanted to protect you from my life, but I never thought about what you wanted. If you’ll still have me, I want you to be apart of my life, forever and always.” He lifted your chin up and studied your face.

“I want to be apart of your life Pedro. I do.” You smiled, standing on your tip-toes and leant in for a kiss.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x reader #the mandalorian #narocs #javierpena #din djarin

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babyispunk · 5 months

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Coffee dates with Agente Peña ☕️

Artwork inspired by Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell - Pls go read, you will not regret 🫶🏽

(This is my own version of reader)

#pedro pascal #javierpena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal fanart #artists on tumblr #javierpenaart #procreate art #procreate

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pascalxp · 7 months

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#javierpendaedit #Javierpena #Javier pena #pedropascal #pedro pascal

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live-love-cinema24 · 7 months

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#javierpena #javier pena #javierpendaedit #narcosedit #narcos #pedropascal #pedro pascal

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ge0rgica · 7 months

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#pedro pascal #joel miller #javierpena #din djarin

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deansimpalagirl · 4 months

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Pedro’s selfie got me like 🥵

#pedropascal #pascalispunk #joel miller #frankie morales #javierpena

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inkdrinkerworld · 11 months

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Javi and a younger gf like controversial younger gf (over 18 obviously) and idk why but I only imagine javi with a house wife like I think he would like someone being at home waiting

omg i can see it!! reader is in their 20s and javi i assume is like 30 pushing 40! don’t like don’t read

it’s the nineties so it’s still a bit ‘whatever’ but there’s some looks.

especially from murphy.

“she’s early twenties javi. how did you get her saddled up with you.”

javier only throws him a suggestive glance.

“that’s fucking nasty, javi.”

it really isn’t. javi saved you from being bored at a bar once and then you both became obsessed with each other.

it didn’t take much convincing from him for you to come to colombia with him and your spanish was good so that helped too.

“wait till you meet her, murphy. the girl’s a gem.”

when he meets you he sees why javi fell for you. it’s quite easy if he’s honest.

and the way you dote on javi, as much as he frowns and bats your worrying hand away from the blood on his hairline, steve knows he’s endeared by it.

“javi, relajate. déjame ver.” you grip his chin as you dab away the blood and steve almost chokes on his beer from how javi leans into your touch.

“it’s nice to see you can take orders javi.” steve teases and you smile.

“he knows what happens if he doesn’t listen,” you say, kissing his forehead as you pull away, the popping of oil on the stove catching your attention.

you turn back to him as you walk away and say, “don’t you javi?” and know you’re going to pay for that comment when steve leaves but your boyfriend nods all the same as he drains his beer.

“yeah, you scare me, cariño.”

#javier pena x y/n #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x black!reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña x black!reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x yn #javier peña blurb #javier peña fluff #javier peña one shot #javier peña imagine #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña drabble #javier peña #javierpena #javier pena #javier pena fluff

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One Shot Till the End (Javier Peña)

Summary: A raid almost goes wrong, and you're sent to take some time off until you can return to the office. But Javi, your boss, is tasked to care for you and figure out what to do when patriarchy is against you and your job is at risk. But as the days go on, both of you wonder if a case of saving one's life blurs the lines of boss and agent.

A/N: Hi! This has been something I've been wanting to finish for ages but I always had something coming up that kept me from doing it. But now I have inspiration and time to put this out and I'm v happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it 💙

Pairing: Javier Pena (Cali Cartel era) x !f agent/reader

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of blood, stitches, male patriarchy (yes, I know this is not v girl boss of me but I promise Javi turns out better in the end).

Word Count: 12.8k (I had to add things oopsies)

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The moment you felt the car stop, you felt your heart stop with it. The whole ride from the Embassy to the abandoned building you could feel yourself shake, the goosebumps rising and the hairs on your neck sticking out as you couldn’t shake that feeling that this was a bad idea. Everything about this raid screamed danger because of how easy it was. There were no hiccups, no backup plans, just a plan A and that was all that was needed. It felt odd to you because nothing in your line of work was easy. Everything was complicated from the moment you stepped into that Embassy and got a briefing of who you were against.

When you voiced your concerns to Feistl and Van Ness, they looked at you as if you had twenty heads, feeling as though you were letting the stress of the job get into your head. And you wouldn’t dare say anything to Peña, knowing that the man was as irritable as they come, and he wouldn’t take the time out of his day to listen to you rant when he had to deal with trying to take back the reigns of a city that was held by four Godfathers that were seemingly impossible to take down. So you opted to stay silent, even though your nerves were in a frenzy, and you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing the entire ride or twiddling with your thumbs.

You hopped out of the car, making sure that your vest was as secure as it could get, and you drew out your gun, feeling the coolness of it go through your body as you felt that soon it would be hot. Javi was out before you, quickly and quietly briefing the men so they could go where they needed to be in the building. Feistl and Van Ness walked over to Peña, taking their orders from him and soon taking the lead of their respective groups. You walked over to him, wanting to know what you had to do here.

“Sir, where do I go?” It was a simple question, but he was somehow annoyed with that question as his eyes narrowed down on you. Deep down, you just wanted to know what you did to receive such negative attention from your superior.

“You stay out here.” His voice was firm as if there was no way that you could wiggle your way out of his decision. Your jaw was slacked when you registered what he was saying to you. How could he bring you out here only to tell you that you were supposed to be on the sidelines? It was as if he didn’t trust you to do your job, despite going through your record in the past and seeing that you were more than qualified for the job. You didn’t know what prompted him to make this decision, but you were damn sure going to get your answer.

“Why can’t I go with you guys? You brought me out here to do my job, not to sit on the sidelines and be the one to do all the paperwork after this whole thing is said and done.” The annoyance you felt surged through your body with every word that escaped your lips, and you could see that it struck a nerve with him as his face hardened.

“Listen, Y/L/N. I make the rules, and I don’t think that you should be going out there with us. After all, you have made it clear to Feistl and Van Ness that this is a bad idea.” Your eyes immediately went into Feistl and Van Ness’ direction, seeing that you were trying to play it off as if they were not listening to the heated conversation you were having with Peña.

“Sir, doesn’t this seem a little off to you? We have never gotten something so easy like this, ever. It’s almost as if this was handed to us by the godfathers.” Javi pondered for a moment, almost considering your words.

“It’s nothing. Just do your job and stay here.”

“My job is to be out there with you guys. Just let me do my job for once.” Your voice was low and unwavering. You were tired of men questioning your abilities, and you were going to take a stand for what you wanted—no more being silent because it was getting you nowhere. If Javi, Feistl, Van Ness, or any of your colleagues/superiors couldn’t believe that you could do it by your file, you were going to do it by force. But he let up, surprising you and Feistl and Van Ness, who were just about to complain. He looked at them, and they stopped before he looked back at you.

“You know what? Fine, you will come with us. But you must always stay with me unless we take separate areas.” You were okay with that as long as you could be out there. Javi didn’t give you a chance to answer as he walked off to the back, you on his tail as you didn’t want to lose him and give him a reason to keep you off the field. He took the left side of the door, and you took the right, giving him a nod and he kicked the door down, moving in quickly yet calculated, so there were no surprises.

You covered his back the more he went in, him turning around and moving his head for you to go upstairs while he cleared the ground floor. You obliged, going up nice and slow and taking controlled breaths so that your aim was not shaky. You made your sharp turns and opened every door, seeing half-naked girls scared, and you were telling them to shush. It led you down to the final door, crimson red paint and slightly ajar, making you gulp. You took a few more steps and opened it nice and slow, only being pulled in by one of the drug dealers and a hand over your mouth to prevent screams. The boss only laughed at you as you flailed around and tried to bite, kick, and hit your way through this situation.

“Is this the best that DEA agent can do? Send in a young girl to do a man’s job? He’s worse than I thought.” He was calm, taking a swig of what was in his glass before getting up and walking over to you. Tears were welling in your eyes as you hoped that Pena was done with clearing the ground floor. He ripped off your vest, throwing it to the side even as you tried to scratch him.

“Move your hand, Jorge.” He moved it, and the minute you went to scream, the boss punched you right in the stomach, winding you completely. You tried to gasp for air but Jorge covered your mouth again.

“Try to fight all you want; your little boyfriend can’t take everyone down.” He punched you again, over and over to the point where you started coughing up blood in the man’s hand and slapped you for it. Little boyfriend, they said, but you were sure that if you made it out alive, he would further scold you for getting into this mess.

“What should we do with her? Sell her? Use her for now? Kill her?” Jorge was handsy, grabbing at your body and making you grimace at him.

“Aw, look at her still trying to fight. I’m going to have a good time with you later,” The boss went right to your neck, smelling you, and you could faintly smell his sweat, pungent cologne, and cocaine all over. You tried to bite Jorge’s hand, but he punched your side, making you yelp. Just as you yelped, you heard Javi call out your name.

“The more you fight, the worse it’s gonna be for you. Let’s bring you outside to the roof.” The boss turned to his men, and they both knew to open up the hidden hatch on the ceiling, the ladder falling down. They pushed you along despite you trying to kick them. The men went up first, and before you knew it, you were being let go, but a gun was placed right on the small of your back. Javi called out your name, and you wanted to scream, but the gun was pushed further into you.

“Make a sound, make a move, and you’re dead.” Jorge nuzzled the gun more into your back. You obliged, knowing that at this rate, they would kill you just for the fun of it. So you went up, still feeling the gun pressed on you until the other men pulled you up and held you close to them. Jorge and his boss followed, and you could see that from below, the rest of the team was down there, ready to shoot.

“Tell them not to shoot, or else we will kill you first.” The gun was placed firmly against your head, the safety being turned off with a click.

“D-Don’t shoot! He will kill me first and then all of you!” You were winded from the earlier beating so it came out more hoarse than clear, but they did lower their guns as Javi busted open the door.

“Where is she?” He was frantic, and Van Ness pointed up at the roof. He locked eyes with you, and from there, you were sure that would be the last time you would see him.

“Your little boyfriend seems angry,” The gun was nudged against your temple. “Maybe I should kill you in front of him.”

“Don’t. We still need him.” The boss spoke firmly, and it made Jorge click his tongue.

“What do you want?” Javi had the megaphone in his hand.

“You let us go, and we give her to you.” It was a long shot, knowing that it would be hard to find them again if you let them go now.

“I can’t do that.”

“Then she dies,” The men walked you to the edge of the roof, the front of your feet dangling off as you almost lost your balance. “Make a choice, or I'll have them throw her off!” They kept pushing you off little by little, the ground seemingly so far as you knew that you wouldn’t survive it if you did fall off. Everyone was looking up at you in fear, and you just wanted to make it out alive. But they pushed you off more, and your foot completely slipped off before Javi broke.

“STOP! I’ll let you guys go!” The boss laughed and had the men pull you back up to the roof, tears streaming down your eyes as you faced death more times than you would like to count. “I’ll come upstairs, and we will trade from there.”

“I knew that you were a smart man.” The boss ordered one of his men to go back down to collect Javi, and the men that were holding you didn’t let you go as Jorge walked over to you.

“Maybe the agent has a soft spot for you,” Jorge commented, and maybe under different circumstances, you would consider his words. But now, they just made your skin crawl because you didn’t want him to die because of you.

Soon enough, Javi had opened the hatch, and the men were behind him, ensuring he didn’t try anything. You didn’t see his gun in his holster, making you wonder if he had another gun or a knife somewhere on him that would be easier to hide. He looked at you, and it was the only time you could recall that he was afraid, genuinely petrified at what could happen, which didn’t help your nerves either.

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” The boss was smiling, and you wanted to kick him right in the groin to wipe that smile off his face.

“I’ll have my men leave right now as you give her to me. No tricks.” Somehow, he was calm as he spoke to him, not giving up any authority, at least in the verbal sense.

“You don’t make the rules for this. I do. You call them off now, and when they are away from here, then I will give her to you.” You could see how Javi bit his lip to avoid saying what he was thinking, jaw clicking as he walked to the roof.

“Move out. Make sure you’re out of his sight and away from Havana!” Someone was protesting from below, but he didn’t let them finish, although the name Havana stuck out to you for some reason. “Move. Out. I won’t ask a second time.” You couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you heard the cars speed off, leaving you all alone, outnumbered 4 to 2.

“I’ll give her to you.” The two men walked you over to Javi, and you saw at the bottom of his boot that they had missed a small handgun. They practically threw you into him, and he caught you, moving you out of the way.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Americans, but I have other plans.” The sound of a car pulling up made your heart drop to your stomach. They were getting away, and it was your fault for insisting on going.

“Wait. Havana is not a street,” Jorge turned to you both, gun pointing at Javi. “What did you mean by that?” His hand was shaky as you remembered what Havana meant. You saw the faint red dot on the boss’ head, him unaware of what was to come. The shot rang out faster than Jorge could warn his boss, and you saw the bloodshed that came as the sniper shot right away, the boss falling off the roof. The other men pulled out their guns, but they were shot too by two other snipers just as Javi pulled out his gun. Jorge shot at Javi, but you jumped ahead to protect him, taking the bullet as Javi shot at him and got him in the neck.

Jorge fell to the ground, holding his neck as the blood flushed out faster than he could keep it in before succumbing to his wound. You and Javi were on the ground, but as he got up, you felt the dizziness take over, the telltale sign that the shot you took was not simply a flesh wound. You looked down and saw that you were shot in the stomach, blood pooling down to the side.

“J-Javi? Am I going to die?” You felt pain as Javi tried to put your hand on your side to hold it in.

“You’re not going to die. I-I won’t let you,” Franticness was all that you could see, the way he was trying to help you as the cars pulled back around.

“I-It hurts really bad.” You weren’t sure if the odds were in your favor, but from how it felt, you wanted it to stop. Faintly, you hear the hatch opening as Feistl and Van Ness come up.

“Oh shit! Is she okay?” Feistl asked.

“Call an ambulance now!” Feistl used his walkie-talkie to call for help as Javi tried to get you to hold your hand in that same spot for pressure.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-It’s okay, Javi.” You were trying to speak, but your eyes were failing to stay open, and Javi was hitting your leg to stay up.

“Oh no no no. Stay with me, Y/n! Keep those eyes open for me okay?”

“T-Thank you for giving me a chance.” It was barely audible as you blacked out, the only sounds you could hear were Javi yelling at you to get up.

“You’re taking care of her.” Crosby walked over to his desk, loosening his tie.

“You’re assigning me to take care of the kid?” Javi was in disbelief. He expected a reprimanding of some sort, but not this.

“That kid saved your ass when she was the one that told you to not go in.” Javi began to wonder who told Crosby about that.

“Then have someone else do it!”

“This is your mess, Peña. And because I have to clean it up yet again, you should be happy that this is all that’s coming of it.” Crosby’s jaw tightened.

“How long then?”

“Has she awoken yet?” Javi shook his head no.

“I called the hospital. Still out of it after all the blood transfusions.” Crosby sighed.

“When she does get up, you’ll take her home and you’ll only come here to report to me and finish the paperwork for the bust. And besides, this will soften her when you have to give her these,” Crosby handed Javi the papers, and he scanned them to see what they were.

“Transfer papers? Why?” Although he couldn’t stand this arrangement, you were the most qualified despite the shortcomings.

“She doesn’t fit here. Too young, makes rash decisions, it’s going to cost us if we let her stay. Feistl and Van Ness told me enough about how she mixes up files, how she challenges them when they’re the ones teaching her, and with the stunt she pulled, I’ve had enough. I already have to deal with you more than I want to. I can’t have a younger, female version of you running around too.”

“You think she’ll take it?”

“Not right away, but that’s where you come in. You need to convince her so that she’ll leave on her terms and that it won’t blow back on us.” Once again, doing the dirty work he would rather rid his hands clean of, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“I understand.”

“Now go. I have a meeting in 20.” Javi turned on his heel and walked out the door, the bad feeling settling in his stomach.

“Hey. It’s me, Javi. You’re going to be okay, carino. The doctors said you just have to fight. So fight for me. I mean, fight to live another day.” He held your hand, looking at how soft you looked despite the injury. He didn’t have time to process his feelings due to the mounting pressure he was always under. But now, knowing that you were on the brink of life or death due to you saving him changed his perspective.

Sure, neither of you had shown much interest that was easy to see, but he pieced everything together as he was in and out of the waiting room. Why was he so hellbent on keeping you out of harm's way? Why he went against what Crosby told him and save you by using the old callout he had learned in his training as his last-ditch effort to keep you both alive? He knew you were more than capable, but something kept him from exploring that in the way he should. Hell, you were brighter than Van Ness and Feistl most times, and you had even proved him wrong here and there.

The forbidden fruit he shouldn't have, you were in his gaze, but he fought against it until it was right in front of him. Now you were hanging on by a thread, and he was still contemplating if he should act on his feelings or if he should leave you be. Putting yourself in danger for him was not what he was expecting, and he was unsure if he could bear that loss of you based on you saving him when he didn’t feel that he was worth saving. Often the nights of drinking, the endless flings to numb the pain of earlier days, those cursed cigarettes that you hated but he craved almost as much as he desired you, the dismal thoughts that would probably get him taken off the force if he voiced them. He thought of himself as a functional mess, and he didn’t know if roping you into that was fair.

He was rubbing your hand with the pad of his thumb when you began to stir in your sleep, making his heart race. Tears welled up in his eyes as if he hadn’t been crying for the past few days when he saw you open your eyes, the bright light hurting you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I’m in the place where I would be looking down at people instead of looking up.” You were croaky, and it only made him smile.

“You’re still stuck here with the rest of us. But here, drink some water and I’ll close the blinds.” He handed you the water and got up to close the blinds, the room becoming a little bit darker for you to tolerate. He sat back down right when you put the cup of water down.

“How long was I out for?”

“3 days. You needed a blood transfusion and you were in and out for most of it.” You could see his tired eyes, light bags underneath them.

“Did we catch them?”

“He’s dead, Gilberto is in custody, and we have a lead on Miguel. It’s not enough to go after him, but after the raid we found enough to at least send some agents out to tail them.”

“I guess me getting shot wasn’t a waste then.” You were relieved, but Javi wasn’t.

“You didn’t have to take the bullet for me, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes.

“You would’ve fallen off the roof if I didn’t.”

“But that would mean you would be alive and well. I’ve lived my life, and while I appreciate it, you have much more to live.” You scoffed. You would’ve thought he was on his deathbed with how he spoke.

“I’m not fragile, Javi. I knew what I was doing when I signed up for this job. Let me do my job.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, his gaze softening and your heart softening.

“You’re as stubborn as they said you were when they told me you were transferring over here.”

“Get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.” You squeezed his hand back, and the air in the hospital room felt different. Thicker, eyes saying more than what should be displayed even when it was undefined. You didn’t know what would happen next until the nurse saw the position you guys were in.

“I see someone has finally gotten up.” The nurse brought over the tray that had the morphine bag and other vital checking devices. Javi let go of your hand and got up, much to your dismay.

“I’ll leave now. When you’re free to go tomorrow I’ll pick you up.” You immediately shook your head no, but you regretted it as your side began to hurt.

“Oh Javi it’s okay-“ He stopped you.

“I’m picking you up. End of discussion.” You didn’t understand why he created these sudden obligations for himself, but they made you feel that maybe you were more to him than just a young agent in over her head.

“Yes, sir.” He walked out, and the nurse tended to you, making your mind wander into fantasies that you knew were unattainable but quelled the pain as the nurse fixed your stitches. Taking a bullet for him led to him taking your heart, or at least that was what you were trying to ignore.

You got your cane which made you feel 20 years older, and put it in your lap as they wheeled you out of the building, still doped up on many pain meds as you may or may not have taken an extra pill so you could at least enjoy most of the day. You had a fresh set of clothes that Javi brought for you the day before and your smaller bag, so there wouldn’t be too much tension for your body. The light outside was blinding you, but you could faintly make out the dark silhouette that was waiting for you at the desk.

“You have a cane?” Javi was smirking, and if you weren’t sitting down, you would’ve punched his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give this to you for your birthday next month.” The smirk dropped as the nurse kept wheeling you out to the door. Javi was close behind as she stopped.

“I’ll take her from here,” The nurse walked away, and he helped you get up slowly, careful not to rupture anything. Javi put your bag around you as it slung over your shoulder. “You’re gonna regret saying that.” Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I can still get away from you for a good week.” A week from the Embassy when you spent more time there than in the dingy apartment the government gave you. You didn’t know what you were going to do in those four walls when you were used to shitty coffee, drafts of cigarettes, and paperwork up to your neck for hours on end.

“Nope.” You were perplexed as you walked to the car with him helping you.

“Why is that? You know I can take care of myself.” Javi sighed.

“When did I say that you can’t take of yourself?”

“Right now where you’re insisting on being my caregiver. Javi, It’s just a little shot, but I’m not dead.” Sure, it was touch and go for a while, and while you were sure the pain meds were numbing you to the point where you felt nothing, you could do it yourself.

“It's your first time getting shot. If this was your second or third, that would be different. So you need help, don’t you? To go to the store, cook, and clean. That shot was close to major arteries and you can’t do everything without laying down for a while.” You knew he was right, but you didn’t want him to think that he owed you.

“My neighbor can help me do it. She helps me bring groceries in all the time, and I’ve had some of her leftovers. You don’t have to help me.” You both approached the car, and he opened the door for you, helping you in.

“I’m helping you with that now.” As he took your cane, you rolled your eyes, and you buckled your seatbelt. He closed the door, opening the one behind your to put your cane in before closing it and going over to his side to get in the car. He hopped in, putting on his seatbelt.

“Why is my boss who is supposed to be taking down the Cali Cartel offering to help me go grocery shopping?” You knew there had to be more to this random generosity.

“Because Crosby is tired of my shit.” It all clicked into place for you, but you were still confused about why he was not angrier about it. You figured that he would be grumbling and wanting to do the bare minimum and leave. But he seemed to be content with it, willing to be patient with you.

“Oh. I cost you, didn’t I?” Javi started his car.

“No, you didn’t. It was my call to go in too early, so I can’t blame him for what he did. Just can’t wait to take these sons of a bitches down.” He pulled out of the parking space, hand going onto your headrest as he looked at both sides. Maybe the pills were making everything fantastical for you, but you never took time to notice his slightly unkempt hair, intense eyes, the light lip bite as he gauged his time to pull out, how he drove with one hand to turn. He wasn’t just your boss that was hardened. This, albeit a small action ignited something in you, but you kept those thoughts to yourself.

“We will. But do you even know where you’re going?” He pulled out of the parking lot and moved down the open road, moving his hand away from the headrest.

“You live down the street from me.”

“Oh. I guess the government wanted everyone to be close.”

“Some are spread out, but he only placed you, Jackson, and me in one area. We’re usually in threes, nothing more.” There was still so much they didn’t tell you, and it would probably take for you to go to the back room and spend a whole day going through everything to understand all the redacted parts of your job they failed to mention to you.

“Will we have to move after this incident?”

“Possibly. But with me at your place and Jackson only a few doors down, we should be fine.”

“Thank you, Javi.” You looked at him, and he didn’t physically react as much, only the light jaw clench and his eyes softening a tad.

“Anytime, Y/n.” As you looked down the road, you both sat in silence, sleep lulling you away quickly.

He brought you home, getting out to open the door for you as you put your cane on the ground. He gave you his hand, and that immediate warmth traveled back up to you making your stomach feel much weirder than what just happened a few days ago.

“You better not tell anyone about the cane,” Trying to deflect from the rising goosebumps shooting through your arm, you earned a laugh from him. All that did was make it much worse for you.

“How long do you have to use it for then?” He was walking you up the stairs, going up the second floor.

“The doctor says for two weeks, but since I’m due to go back after one week I’ll stop using it then.”

“You have to use it for two weeks. It’ll hurt you more if you don’t.” You reached your door, and he pulled out the keys from your bag, opening the door and letting you walk in first.

“I’m the youngest person there and also one of the few girls. Don’t need to give them any ideas on trying to get me out of there.” Javi followed in behind you, closing and locking the door.

“If they try anything, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” You laughed as he took off his jacket and put it on the coat hanger.

“I save your life and now you’re going to be my protector?” You kicked off your shoes, thankful that he got you the looser-fitting ones you could slide out of.

“Still your boss, Y/n.” Although there was a joking tone in his voice, it reminded you about the power dynamics in place since you knew that pursuing anything with him could be complicated, to say the least.

“You have the look for it with that mustache.” You joked, trying to clear your head. “Did you want something to drink?”

“I’ll get it. You just sit on the couch.” He walked over to the kitchen, and you saw just how this week was going to go.

“Okay, I will.” You decided not to argue with him and sat down on the couch, getting some relief as you moved your cane to the side. He came back with water for you and a beer for him. “Of course you get a beer.”

“I promise I won’t drink them all.” It was already cracked open as he took a sip, and you were mesmerized by his Adam’s apple and the skin showing around his neck.

“You better not, or else you’re paying for it.” He lightly nudged your leg before going into his pocket and pulling out the cigarette, realizing that he had left his lighter in the car.

“You got a light?”

“Yeah. Check the drawer next to you.” He did and found it, lightening it up, and the orange flame glowed in his face, much to your appreciation.

“Those are going to kill you.” He groaned.

“I’m either getting killed by these or out there.” He pointed out the door, and although it shouldn’t have bothered you, your heart dropped.

“Don’t say that.”

“You worry too much.” He noted.

“Says the one who’s babying me.” You crossed your arms, thankfully that the pain meds were kicked in, as that movement would’ve caused you more pain.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Oh? Why doesn’t it count then?” You cocked your head to the side as he looked at you.

“Because…because you need help. I can take care of myself as you always say.” He raised his brow a little.

“You’re quoting me now? I think I’m growing on you then,” You smiled, and you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips for a mere second before going back up.

“Keep dreamin’.” He grabbed the remote that was on the coffee table and turned it on, setting his feet up on the table and lying back. You did the same, letting him flick through the channels until he settled on a telenovela that seemed to quell your mind away from what was growing inside you.

“Hey. It’s a little after 10. You need to take a shower and get to bed.” Javi tapped your shoulder as he got up.

“Okay. Where’s my cane?” You rubbed your eyes and sat up, already feeling some pain set in.

“Oh. You’re willing to use it now?” He was smirking, and the rare joy in his eyes, even if it came from messing with you, made you look at him differently.

“You know that smart mouth of yours is gonna work against you.” He handed you the cane and helped you get up, steadying yourself as you turned to the hall leading to the bathroom.

“Works for me when I’m talking to a pretty lady.”

“Yeah because you pay them.” You joked, but it was more like a wheeze as you didn’t have much water.

“Querida, you seem to underestimate what I do.” The name change made your heart skip a beat. And that was when you smelt the beer on his breath.

“What happened to just my name?” He caught what he did and cleared his throat, opening the bathroom door for you.

“Slipped out. Happens sometimes.”

“Maybe you’re mixing me up with one of your prospects.” You walked into the bathroom and put your cane near your counter.

“You’re not that.” His voice was softer, the usual gruffness in his everyday work not audible.

“Then what am I then?” You looked at him as if you were stalling, not really wanting to take a shower.

“You know what. Now get in the shower.” He closed the door for you, and you looked in the mirror, wondering if that little slip-up was all that it was. You hopped in the shower after you undressed and properly covered up your wound, doing what the nurse said in avoiding the area and remembering that you would have to redress it before you went to bed.

You came out, realizing that you forgot to pick out some clothes and you were still in your towel. You snuck out of the room, hoping that he wouldn’t see you in this state, and got dressed before walking out into the living room and seeing him knocked out. You stood there for a moment, looking at how relaxed he was. The lines faded out on his face, unclenched jaw, no furrowing in his brows, even the classic hands over his stomach sleeping position that showed his age, he seemed to fit nicely onto your sofa. But having him sleep over when all you had was the couch was not a good option. He deserved to sleep in his bed, after all. So you gently tapped his shoulder, letting him stir a little before he opened his eyes.

“Hey, I’m all done now. You don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.” You got back up and pulled your shirt down a little more, not realizing just how short it was along with the pajama shorts.

“Kicking me out already? I thought I earned a night here by now.” You rolled your eyes as you watched him get up.

“Don’t push your luck. I know you finished my beer while I was sleep.”

“You won’t notice if I just replace them all.” He pointed out.

“And now you just told on yourself.” His eyes widened, and you were beginning to smile.

“Did I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did,” You both laughed, and suddenly, the air seemed slightly lighter around you two. No longer awkward and a tad bit icy like before. Maybe after this, you could even be friends. “Well, goodnight Javi. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll swing by and cook your dinner. Make sure to take your pain meds because it’s about that time.” He was walking to the door, and you opened it for him, watching him step out.

“Okay, doctor. Get some rest yourself.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. But sleep well.” You smiled at him before closing the door and locking it shut, pressing your back against it as you couldn’t contain your happiness, even with physical pain beginning to course through you.

4 days came and went faster than you could process, and you were enjoying every minute of it. Javi went grocery shopping for you, made you dinner even when he almost burned down the house, made sure you took your meds on time, and, most importantly, gave you company. Somehow you were enjoying his talks about Laredo, how he was pushed into becoming a DEA agent, and how his old friend Murphy was the only good person he met throughout this journey. Sometimes after a few drinks for him, he let words flow throughout his mouth faster than he could process, and you learned that he had a fiancé.

Lorraine seemed to be perfect for him, a beautiful blonde girl that could’ve kept him in Laredo and lived an everyday life. Sure, how he left her behind was wrong, and when he saw her again, you knew that it had to be a little strange, but just the idea of knowing that at one point he would settle down intrigued you. A normal Javier Peña, you couldn’t necessarily picture but you wondered how it would’ve changed him. Would he be the hardened man that you knew him to be? Would he be more of an empath, even with the incident that slipped out with Carrillo, an old “friend” that did something he couldn’t get over? Would he have the slight cigarette and alcohol problem that he has now? Seeing all those little things in him made you see another version of him that he kept hidden away, that despite all these mistakes that he felt made him a flawed person was a person that you could see redemption.

“Y/n, are you listening?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, and you shook a little bit.

“Yes, I’m listening.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Then what did I just say?” You gulped, trying to remember what you guys were talking about.

“That…that you called Murphy a fucking hillbilly for duck hunting.” He nodded his head, and you thought you were in the clear.

“I did say that…five minutes ago,” You shook your head, and he smiled a little bit at your defeat. “But you seem to be falling asleep on me.”

“No. I promise I’ll stay up.” He made a tsk sound as he got up, taking the beer bottles with him that he had to throw out.

“You need to sleep. Tomorrow you have to go back to the hospital to get those stitches looked at.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call a cab tomorrow to take me there.”

“I’m gonna take you.” You widened your eyes.

“You have work-“ He cut you off just as fast.

“What time is the appointment?” Javi was just as stubborn as you were, and you didn’t know if that was a good trait or a bad trait.

“Noon. I’m sure Crosby will be having you fill out something by then.”

“I’ll take you. Don’t worry about me.” The way he insisted on taking care of you was endearing, almost making you never want it to end when you knew it had to.

“Thank you, and are you going to see Joselyn again?”

“I haven’t seen her at all actually.” You were surprised at his admission. Joselyn seemed to be his favorite, and she was his new informant. You figured at some point he would’ve swung by to get something.

“Well what have you been doing then besides going to work and coming by to take care of me?”

“I usually sleep right after.”

“Well I’m getting better now. You don’t have to keep doing this.” He sighed loudly once he let you finish.

“But I want to. Do you want me to stop?” Your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

“No, but I don’t wanna force you-“

“You’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to do this, so let me.” It was the sincerity in his voice that caught you off guard. How was it that almost a week prior, this man was always at your throat and didn’t want to listen to your concerns, and here he was now, listening to them all and reassuring you that he was here for you? It made your head spin more than when it was spinning when you got shot.

“Okay, I will for now.” He rolled his eyes.

“Stubborn ass.” That earned a laugh from you.

“I learned from the best.”

“Mhm,” He hummed as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Javi.” He closed the door behind him, and you got up to lock it, the pain not as bad as before where you could move a little freely without the cane. You turned off the light in your living room, making sure everything was right before you went to your bed, letting sleep take over as you could feel yourself slipping into a honey trap that seemed to be sweeter than what met the eye.

Javi walked in, hoping that this would go in his favor. Tomorrow would be the day he had to give you the papers, and he wasn’t sure how you would react. All you kept talking about was how you wanted to get back into action, make up for what happened and take down the cartel. He admired your perseverance, but he knew that telling you about the papers would break you when you worked hard to get here.

“Afternoon, Crosby.”

“Afternoon. How is Y/L/N?”

“She’s okay for the most part. The doctor said that she’s healed pretty nicely and that she’s all set to go back to work.”

“Yeah, back in the States,” Crosby mumbled, looking through papers. “When are you going to talk to her?”

“Soon. It’s not time yet.” Crosby slammed his hand down.

“Get to it. She needs to be out by Monday.” Javi was shocked.

“Monday? You didn’t tell me that the last time we spoke. We agreed on Wednesday so that it would give her time.”

“Change of plans, Peña. The new division wants her.” Maybe it was the shock more so than the feelings he swore he didn’t have but hearing that a new division wanted her already made it worse for him.

“What division?”

“They wouldn’t tell me. Just said that it would be in Texas and that she would be a better fit there than here.” Javi could see that Crosby was lying through his teeth, and faintly when he looked down, he saw your name next to the FBI division. He couldn’t see what it entailed fully, but you were sure that you would be on desk duty cleaning up after everyone else that didn’t want your job.

“But she got us Gilberto.” He tried to reason, but it fell on deaf ears.

“I don’t give a fuck about who got Gilberto. She has to go because she’s not fit to be here and you know that. I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on keeping her around, but she’s going whether you tell her or I do. And if I do, then you’ll be packing up with her too. Now get the hell out of my office.” Crosby ended it and picked up the phone to dial someone. Pena walked out, almost slamming the door behind him in anger because losing you to the fucking FBI was not something he wanted.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Feistl asked.

“Let me take a wild guess and assume that you and Van Ness over there are the ones that wanted Y/L/N out.” Feistl's eyes narrowed a little.

“She doesn’t belong here. At this point it was us or her, and I didn’t work my way up here to get it taken away by her.”

“Yet on your own doing with Van Ness, you were the ones that almost got your informant killed.” Javi remarked.

“Why do you care so much about whether she stays or goes?” Feistl was challenging him, and Javi’s face turned into a scowl.

“Because I don’t appreciate it when the two people that reassured her that she would have a place here are the same ones stabbing her in the back. Makes me not trust either one of you as well.” He walked off after he said that, feeling satisfied by the look of shock on Feistl’s face.

“Wait!” His calls went unanswered as Javi went to the elevator, the guilt now setting in as he knew that tomorrow would be the day.

You heard the doorbell ring, and you opened it, seeing that Javi had some takeout in his hand. You saw the logo, and you beamed at him.

“You remembered what I liked.” The soft smile etched across his face became more familiar to you with all the days that had passed. A smile that he reserved for you after hours.

“It’s the only meal you eat at work. Figured you would want this more than my cooking.” He stepped inside, and you closed and locked the door behind him.

“Well, it’s not that it was bad,” You trail off, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I could just take it back.” He moved to walk out the door, and you stopped him.

“No, please. I take it back!” You pleaded, and he stopped, smiling at his victory.

“That’s what I thought.” He handed you the food, and you took it, moving over to the island while he took off his jacket and shoes. You took out the plates as he got your remote and turned on the tv, seeing that it was already set on the telenovela you had watched earlier with him.

“Still watching Las Juanas?” You smiled, putting the plates on the table and the bag down, taking out the containers, and setting your servings.

“It’s not my fault that it’s good.”

“Y/n, there’s about 30 people in that show named Juana.”

“It’s good, Javi. You were drunk when you first watched it so you didn’t give it a chance.”

“That was the only reason I could watch it. Sober I would just want to kick myself in the ass.”

“Then put something else on then.” You compromised as you finished making the servings, getting the silverware, and walking over to him to put it on the coffee table. He moved past you to get the drinks, a beer for him and wine for you since it was safe for you to drink, or rather the doctor never told you that it was too soon to drink.

“I’ll leave it on for you.”

“For me? Really?” Your mocking tone earned a groan from him.

“Don’t push your luck.” He walked over to you and passed you the glass of wine before sitting down beside you.

“I’ve been pushing my luck this whole week. You seem to be all talk,” You put your leg on the couch, and he moved it up to put in on him, giving himself some more room to sit down. You were surprised that he didn’t move it off entirely, but you didn’t mind.

“When you’re healed, we’ll see about how much talk I am. I’m sure a little training will prove you wrong.”

“You’re on!” You agreed to his challenge as you both moved up to grab your plates, eating in silence as you watched Las Juanas, although he hated every second of it.

After about two episodes, you both got up to wash the dishes before he left for the night. You washed while he dried them, and you were feeling a little sad as this was the second to last night you would have with him before you were both resuming your everyday lives. And what you didn’t know was that by tomorrow, he was supposed to give you those papers he wanted to burn with his lighters and send you back to the states working for a division that hated women even more. Both of your hearts torn by similar and different reasons, all left unsaid.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow? Before you’re set to go back on Monday?” He asked.

“I would like that a lot. Where do you wanna go?” You looked at him as he was drying, seeing his arms flex as he wiped the plate dry.

“Anywhere you want. It’s your day.” He looked at you and winked.

“Can we go to the park then?” You asked, giving him the light pleading look that he couldn’t resist.

“Yes we can.” You cheered a little, the glass of wine getting to your head.

“I’m happy you’re taking me-“ You were going to finish when you began to slip, and Javi caught you in both of his hands. You held on to him, looking at him, and he was so close, breath fanning your lips. Eyes locked in, you didn’t know what to say. Hearts racing, you knew your face was getting hotter by the minute but time was seemingly stopped between you both, the only sound being the tap water running down your sink. Slowly, he pulled you up but was still dangerously close to you, hands wrapped around your face and yours near his arms.

“A-Are you okay?” He asked, hand slipping around your waist a little more.

“U-Uhm, yeah. I’m okay. Are you?” Your hands went up his arm, feeling how big they were as they went up to his shoulder.

“Mhm. I didn’t want you to fall on me although I’m used to it by now.” You hit his shoulder and moved away, slightly annoyed but also laughing at his remark.

“Right. These women are just throwing themselves at you, really.” You turned off the faucet as you were all done with the dishes. He finished drying off the dishes, putting them away, wiping his hands, and getting ready to leave.

“What time do you want to come by?” You were both moving away from the kitchen to the door, watching him put his shoes on.

“I’ll come by at 9. Gives you enough time to fix that bird’s nest of yours.”

“Maybe you’ll finally leave the 70s if you shave that mustache.” You shot back.

“I see I’m rubbing off on you.” He grabbed his jacket, throwing it on.

“Please. I’ve been doing this long before I met you.” You crossed your arms, and he was laughing at your mock irritation.

“I have more years on than you, Cielo.” You knew what Querida meant after looking it up in a dictionary, but Cielo was new.

“Cielo? What does that mean?” You were puzzled, and when you saw the playful look in his eye, you knew he was either not going to tell you, or it was a bad nickname.

“A little nickname I overheard. Fits you.” You rolled your eyes as the first choice came true.

“But you’re not going to tell me what it means?”

“Nope. It’s for me to know and for you to wonder.” You sighed, opening the door for him, and letting him walk out.

“You’re an ass, but goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” You stood by at the door, him turning to face you.

“Goodnight, Cielo.” Suddenly, you reached out to hug him, not processing the action before you did it. He stood there for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight.

“T-Thank you, Javi. For everything.” Hearing you thank him made him feel warm but also worse inside. He held you tighter, crushing him, knowing he was holding back from telling the truth.

“Siempre, Y/n. B-But I know you have to sleep, so I’ll let you go.” He pulled away, knowing that tears threatened to come down if he held you any longer.

“See you tomorrow.” You were low, not trusting your voice to be any louder, or else it would’ve cracked. He turned away as you closed the door, your heart doubling in size as you knew you were done for after that.

You were finishing putting on your shirt when you heard a knock on the door. You walked over and opened it, seeing that Javi was again in tow with food.

“Good morning.” He was all smiles, a rare sight when it was nine in the morning. It was only after a cup of coffee where his face relaxed back to normal.

“Good morning. What’s this?” You pointed to the bag.

“Coffee from down the street and some treat the girl snuck in for me.” You moved to the side to let him in, and he walked in and put the food on the table.

“Let me guess, you flirted with her?” You asked as you closed the door.

“I just told her that her shirt looked nice,” You looked at him. “Okay and maybe I told her that she was pretty too.” You shook your head, knowing that he would always be the charmer.

“That sounds more like you.” You noted as you walked to the kitchen to grab the coffee, the sip of rich, fresh coffee, unlike the stale coffee you had at the Embassy left you happy. Javi took the treat and broke it in half, giving you the other piece.

“Oh, you can eat it all if you want.” You turned it down, but he put it in your hand anyways.

“Take the piece. I know you’re gonna like it anyways,” Given how much he cooked for you and got your favorite food around town, it didn’t surprise you. You took a bite, which was still warm, melting in your mouth, making you smile. “Didn’t I tell you?”

“You don’t know everything.” You pointed out.

“I know enough about you and your love for food.” He wasn’t wrong, but damn him for calling you out.

“That’s not the point.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He took a bite of his piece, and you both ate and drank the coffee quietly after that, taking in the warm Colombian sun as you didn’t have much time to appreciate these kinds of days. By sunrise, you were already in stacks of files trying to figure out what the next move should be to capture the godfathers. But this morning, all aglow, you were in ecstasy.

Soon after you were both finished, throwing everything out and getting ready to leave. Javi pulled out some papers from his bag and handed them to you. You looked at his face and he was a little tense, making you worry.

“What’s this?” You slowly took the papers, not wanting to look down to see what it was.

“Transfer papers.” You looked down and scanned it, seeing your name, change in division blacked out, everything that screamed you were being kicked out.

“You’re making me leave?” You wanted to kick yourself for your voice quivering, and Javi already regretting doing this.

“No! It’s just an option. After what happened I wanted you to know that you had the option to leave if you were thinking about it.” Lying through his teeth on the fly, it did nothing to quell your feelings.

“Do you want me to leave?” You dared to ask, looking up at him with bleary vision.

“I don’t think I should answer that.” A cop-out, his usual tactic in uncomfortable situations.

“Javi, you’ve been opening up to me these past few days. Why stop now?” You were breaking by the second, and he didn’t know if he could catch you or if you wanted him to.

“I don’t want it to influence your decision.” You saw right through him, and anger flashed through you.

“No, I get it. This was all a ploy to get me out. You never believed that I could do it but you couldn’t get me out on your own, not without a valid reason. But after getting shot, you figured you could nudge me into leaving without directly asking me to do so.” His worst fears came true, frantically shaking his head in disapproval.

“What? No! I would never do that!” You wiped your eyes and threw the papers on the counter.

“Or better yet, this was all Crosby’s doing. He told you to do this and you went along with it because you wanted to.” The tears stopped rolling, and you were on the verge of kicking him out. Time was of the essence, and Javi didn’t know how to fix anything.

“I-I didn’t want to-“ You scoffed in the middle of his sentence.

“I understand Javi, really. I’m supposed to now feel sorry as you couldn’t stand up to your boss so you just had to flirt your way in and then drop this bomb on me. The only thing I wouldn’t have expected was for this to happen so soon. This wasn’t even a full honeymoon.” Ire, a rare feeling that coursed through you influenced all that you were saying.

“Y/n, I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, you are. A sorry sack of shit because I didn’t deserve this, Javi. I fucking saved your life back there and this is what you do? Stab me in the fucking back all the while making me think that we had something special. Quite the fucking charmer, aren’t ya?” Your hands curled into fists as you tried not to blow a fuse, even when it was getting increasingly more complicated.

“Please, that’s not what happened. Querida-“

“Don’t you fucking call me that.”

“Y/n, I never meant for that to happen. I was trying to push away to soften the blow.” You couldn’t believe it. Soften the blow? In what way was he trying to soften the blow when he was doing everything to make you fall for him and then leave you hanging back in the new division while he and every other chauvinistic man had all the glory.

“It was already fucked the minute you came to see me! Everything you did made whatever the fuck this is worse. Just leave at this point since you were already planning on it.” You were going to walk to the door, but he grabbed your arm.

“You still need help-“ You pulled your arm away from him.

“Not from you, Javier! Not anyfuckingmore. Just get out, please.” Despite your anger making you lose all rational thought, your heart was still breaking as you didn’t expect this from him. Maybe others, but not him.

“I’m not leaving. Not until I tell you what happened because you only have part of the story.” You crossed your arms.

“What is it then? Because you couldn’t sleep with me? That would’ve been bad news for us both. New girl sleeps her way to the top and her sleazy boss can’t keep it in his pants?”

“Would you just listen to me? It’s not that. I wasn’t anticipating for this to happen between us so I tried to stop it. I just couldn’t, and it was fucking eating at me not being able to stop what I was doing with you. The more I tried, the worse it got.” If this was an attempt to get sympathy, he was failing at it.

“Then what is it then? You’re talking in circles.”

“I love you! Okay? I fucking love you.” A bombshell, but it went in one ear and out the other.

“You’re lying. This is your saddest attempt yet at lying.”

“No. Just listen to me. Would I have helped you the way I have these past few weeks? Would I have made sure that no one else would come to you about coming back early when I knew you were not ready? I wouldn’t be here at night to give you the comfort you need if I didn’t love you.” He was piecing it together, and slowly the anger lightened up, but you were still hurt, almost beyond repair.

“Then why did you lie this whole time, Javi? You waited until after you planned whatever this day was supposed to be to tell me.”

“Crosby changed the plans on me. Initially, he tasked me to do this as punishment for letting you go in for the raid. Feistl and Van Ness were put at desk duty, and because it was my call and shit show, I should’ve been grateful for only having to do this and give you the papers myself. It was supposed to be later this week but he told me to do it today since you’re supposed to be gone tomorrow morning.” The truth came out, and it made sense.

“So I had no say in this after all.” You were lower, and the sinking feeling of realizing that the rug was being pulled out from under you when all you wanted to do was dedicate your life to taking down drug lords was hard to grasp.

“You know how he is.”

“But that still doesn’t change what you did. You still knew and when you were here, you acted like everything was okay. I trusted you. Hell, I realized I loved you.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence, making his heartbreak.

“Y/n, I know you love me and I love you. Things can be different if you let me try.”

“How can this work? I’m supposed to be on a plane to the U.S. tomorrow and starting a new life while you’re here. Besides, I’m still hurt by all of this. How can I forgive you after this?” Heartstrings being pulled in different directions, you held on to the little table you had near your door to steady yourself, taking it in.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even forgive myself for this. But I can fix some of this, I promise.” He walked up to you slowly, but still gave you some personal space.

“Javi, I have no choice but to go. There’s no way out of this.” A tear finally dropped down, and it escalated into a flash flood that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried.

“There is.” He got up to you and wiped your tears, thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheek.

“How?”

“I recorded a conversation between me and Crosby. And then after I left, the recording stayed on as Feistl stopped me. The recording can prove that this was planned to get you out of here.” You looked up, slightly in shock.

“What did I do to make Feistl and Van Ness want me out?” Racking your brain, trying to see what you did wrong, you were confused.

“Feistl and Van Ness never liked it when you didn’t listen to them and you struggled when you first got here. My guess is that they saw you as a hassle, and when it came out that you were the one that first called out how dangerous the raid was instead of them considering that they were tasked with making this raid a success, they didn’t want the blowback. Crosby went to them first before me and when they said everything he wanted them to say, he jumped at the chance to get you out rather than keep you on.”

“So I was the lucky winner,” You felt stupid for believing that you had a team that wanted you to stay on. You should’ve known that this would’ve happened. “And Crosby was never too fond of me either the moment I got here, so I can’t be as surprised that he jumped at the chance.”

“I could bring this up to the board, see what they say.” His suggestion was nice, but there was too much at stake.

“I don’t want you to risk your job, Javi. Pacho, Miguel, and Don Chepe are so close to being caught.”

“You can still go back to the states, and I’ll take them down. When everything is said and done, the truth will come out. All of it. I’m not letting this go when you never deserved this.” Both of his hands cupped your face, and with all the emotions you were feeling, the one that stayed was your love for him despite everything.

“But then you’ll be out of a job. We both worked too hard to lose everything.” A position in Texas was not what you saw for yourself, but at least you could still find your way up the ranks later on. But for Javi to lose everything, it was hard to process.

“I want to leave anyways, Y/N. This job took everything from me and I got nothing back except a shitty promotion and no life outside of it. Besides, you’re going to be stationed in a FBI location in Texas. I’ll be 20 minutes outside of your post.” Your heart leaped at how close you two would be, even if things shouldn’t have turned out this way.

“He told you?”

“He left the file out, and he should know that I have wandering eyes,” For the first time since you took the papers, you laughed.

“I know you do.”

“This is going to work. Don’t overthink it, Querida.” He pressed his forehead against yours, and you let him, trying to wrap your head around what happened in the past 10 minutes. Maybe tomorrow it would hit you more, but to be in this moment, it made everything seem to be a little easier because you had him, the one person in this shit job that wanted the best for you.

“Okay. Let’s make the most of this day before I leave then.” You agreed, and that was how you left it for a moment. Standing near your door, trying to find the positives with the man you chose to save, and now, he was saving yours.

Sitting at your desk a little after 9, you finished the stack of files that had been there the day before, and you made sure that the meeting tomorrow that you had to lead was in order as well. You had a long day ahead of you, and it had been like that for a while. After 3 grueling months of trying to prove your worth, you were sure that it would lead to something, maybe a promotion or perhaps going out into the field again. You knew that, but with everything that happened back with the DEA, you wondered if the FBI would be the same. Everyone here treated you mostly as an equal, but with all the time that passed, you were beginning to feel disillusioned with it all.

You wanted the world to be a better place, but with the politics of the job, constantly trying not to step on anyone’s toes, and having to do some things by the book when everyone knew that you had to get things done by getting your hands dirty, it seemed impossible. The main thought ringing in your head was what Javi had mentioned to you the last day you were together. He was tired of it all, giving his life to this job and not getting much out of it. Would it make sense to do what he did or maybe get out early, a restart at doing something that felt meaningful to you? What that would mean for you was a question only time could answer, but it was something you couldn’t ignore as much as you thought you could. Knowing that you had a bit of a drive to get back home, you grabbed your purse and pushed your chair in. You grabbed the files and walked to your boss's office when Brian stopped you.

“You’re leaving now?” You turned your head to face him.

“Yeah. I finished all the paperwork and everything is stacked in alphabetical order. I’m sure Diaz can work through it now.”

“At this point he just wants you to do it all for him while he gets all the glory.” You hummed in response.

“One, that’s over my pay grade and two, I’m not going to inadvertently hand him the accolades that inflate his ego more than what it is already.”

“You and me both. But goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian let you go, and you walked up the stairs to Diaz’s office, seeing that he was still there finishing up. You knocked on the door, and he tilted his head up.

“Those files are done?” He asked as you walked in.

“Yes sir. All in alphabetical order and loose ends taken care of.” You placed them on the side of his desk.

“Good work, Y/L/N. Are you all set for the meeting tomorrow?” He finished signing something as he looked up at you once more.

“Yes. I’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning at 6.” You clasped your hands together, waiting for him to let you leave.

“Good. I have one question for you before you leave.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I looked over your file and got on the phone with Robinson. He told me the training you did at the base was stellar.” The training was great last week. A struggle at first, but by the middle of the second day, it felt as though you hadn’t forgotten it.

“Thank you, sir. Robinson helped me a lot over there.”

“You’re welcome. Based on those two things, I have a proposition for you with going back out to the field.” Your ears perked up, but the feeling in your stomach was not the same.

“When would this be?”

“Preferably this upcoming weekend. We would send you and him to New York to investigate a series of murders that the police called us to help them with. Perez would lead as he was tasked with this first, but he agreed to take you under his wing to help you.” A field mission after 3 months, and you were in shock. Perez was a decent leader, but you did not expect him to agree to take you on as he was seasoned, at least out on the field for 8 years. A dream to go to New York as well, fulfill your dreams of bringing peace to the world, but it didn’t ignite the spark that it should’ve. You should’ve been holding back the grin as you did before when you were assigned to work in the DEA, looking forward to packing your bags to put your best foot forward in a new place. But now, it didn’t feel the same.

“Can I sleep on it for tonight and give you an answer tomorrow?" Diaz looked at you with a raised brow.

“I thought you would be jumping at this opportunity.” He sat back in his seat.

“I am appreciative of it, really. I didn’t think you would consider me for the job since I haven’t been here for long, but it is a lot to take in. I haven’t been on the field since that raid.” It was a plausible excuse rather than telling him that you were pondering on the idea of putting in your papers by the end of the week, but you didn’t want to be rash.

“I understand. I’ll give you tonight, but I need an answer by tomorrow.”

“Yes sir. Have a good night.” You pulled up your purse as you were beginning to walk out.

“You as well.” You walked out of his office to the elevator, pressing the garage level. As the levels went down, so did your expectations of staying here. It felt more final as you got to the level that your life was starting over.

You walked out of the elevator and into the garage when you saw a dark silhouette on the wall. You took a look, walking a little bit closer with your gun still on your hip. You undid the strap, but you stopped dead in your tracks when the figure walked up to you. Out from the shadows was him, somewhat shorter, with cleaner hair, the same porn stache you made fun of, tight black shirt donned with his aviators hanging by the shirt. You were frozen as he was invading your personal space.

“Long time no see,” He took your hand, and you finally softened up, intertwining yours with his. “And you remembered to have your gun on you at all times.”

“Well with the stunt you just pulled, I have to do those things now.” You squeezed his hand, trying to grasp that he made it out alive. “You’re out of the DEA now?”

“Crosby didn’t take it all that well when I brought the tapes to the board. Since then, he’s been put under review and Feistl and Van Ness have been shipped off to somewhere in the states, far from here. I left shortly after.” He squeezed your hand back.

“I heard you did an interview too.” The interview made rounds in the FBI as most of them knew you worked with him, and when you listened to it, you were in shock and awe.

“I figured why go out quietly when I could make a little noise.” His little Cheshire smile made you smile.

“Sounds about right.”

“You’re all done for the night?” He began walking down to his car, just a few slots before your car.

“Yeah. Planning on going home to sleep and lead this meeting tomorrow morning.” You sounded exhausted, but Javi could hear that you weren’t as interested in it as you should’ve been.

“You don’t sound happy about it. I thought you would want that.” You stopped in your tracks.

“I do! Well, I don’t know. Diaz, my boss up there even gave me an option to go back out to the field in New York this weekend with this other guy Perez.” You were swaying on your feet.

“What did you say?”

“I need the night to sleep on it.” He knew from there what you were thinking.

“You’re thinking about leaving aren’t you?” You bowed your head a little.

“Maybe,” He took his other hand and lifted your head up, raising his brow. “I don’t know what to do, Javi. I worked so hard these past 3 months to get back to where I was. I was close even when I got here to being put out entirely.”

“What does your gut tell you?”

“To leave. It’s a second chance to get out on the field that I never thought I would get back, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right here.” You finally admitted to yourself, and there was a little smile on his face seeing that you were finally thinking about what you really wanted.

“Then leave. Put in your papers tomorrow and start over.”

“What will I do then?” You asked, more to yourself than him.

“That’s for you to find out, not for me to tell you, cielo.” He rubbed his thumb against your chin.

“What are you going to do then?” Your free hand trailed up his arm absentmindedly, going to his shoulder.

“Going back to Laredo. Work with my dad, find my place here back home.”

“Are you happy doing that?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“I left because I needed to chase after something I thought I wanted. But now that it’s done, I’m happy going back home.”

“Then why did you drive here to see me?” You questioned further, feeling him move in closer.

“Because you’re someone I want.” You were back in that position you were in back in Colombia, and it was tension in the garage. No one else was there, only you two, and all the feelings you had pushed away to focus on work were on the surface.

Finally seizing the moment, you kissed him, hand moving to his neck as he followed suit, slow yet passionate as you poured all the love you had for him into one kiss. You pulled back slowly, breathless as you were processing what happened and where this would take you in the future. His forehead rested against yours, and you felt goosebumps all over, the hairs standing up on your neck.

“You ready to go home?” He asked after catching his breath.

“Let’s go home.”

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angelofsmalldeath-codeine · 7 months

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Javier “ain’t closing top buttons for nobody” Peña, aka the asshole.

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samstclair · 11 months

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Javier Peña’s Klepto

Javier Pena X Reader

Anonymous Request -

"Hey hey hey Sammy Sammy Sammy! I've just finished my 5th rewatch of Narcos: Colombia and can't stop thinking about Pedro's slutty little waist in it the entire time! I was hoping to see if you could whip something up for me - maybe an enemies to lovers? Me and Javier being the enemies, then lovers? I am a self-admitted kleptomaniac, so maybe this could help me come over that hurdle in my life? You do your thing!"

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"Play it again! NOW!"

"Again, Danny? We get it now, if we watch it again it'll be our fourth time today! I don't think so!"

"Pablo told us to watch it over and over until we are really able to immersive ourselves into the story, to BE the characters, BE in the setting, BE a part of the heists themselves," Danny stopped and turned his head aside, closing his eyes. His abrupt silence and failure to finish his sentence caused everyone in the living room to turn to him.

"Uh, hello? Danny?" Angelica snapped in his face.

"I think he fell asleep again." Adrienne said. "Go and shake him awake. I hate when that happens."

Angelica let out an annoyed groan before thrusting her foot into Danny's shoulder, quite violently, until he shot open his big blue, Miley Cyrus-esque eyes, giving Angelica the biggest and most bombastic side-eye yet.

"Oh my god, why did you kick me!?" he snapped at Angelica. Spit and particles of Glossier lipgloss flung from his BBL lips onto Angelica's red glasses, causing them to fog.

"We thought you fell asleep!" you snapped back, defending Angelica's and Adrienne's honor. "You were talking and then you just stopped!"

"I wasn't done talking!" he exclaimed, "I stopped because I wanted to leave suspense for what I was about to say next and you guys didn't give me a chance to continue! God!"

"Oh," Adrienne giggled, "then why didn't you just say so, silly?"

"Why the fuck would I say that if I'm supposed to be quiet for the suspense?" Danny asked, still spitting.

"Danny, just face it," you said, "you're not that femme-fatale enough to go silent for that long. You're just narcoleptic."

Danny turned to face you. His face was unreadable, but you could read it. He was seeing red. If there was one thing about Danny, he took suspense pretty seriously. "And you are? Look where that landed you in Paris, bitch."

You shuddered at the memory. Paris seemed a lifetime ago. No help in remembering that!

"Fine," you said, sort of frightened from more aggressive humbling from him, "finish what you were going to say."

"I was going to say...I actually forgot what were we talking about?"

"How your ass thought we were going to watch Ocean's 11 for the fourth time!" Angelica said, cleaning her foggy glasses with her shirt, making a windshield wiper sound. "I think Pablo knows we get the whole point. After all, it is tomorrow. We should get some rest, it'll be a big day."

How you didn't know just how big of a day that big day that Angelica said was gonna be big.

Everyone rose from the living room and began to pick up all the garbage from the floor that accumulated slowly but surely after your six hours of watching the first of the Ocean's trilogy on repeat. It consisted of dried pickle chips, Elf Bars of all different flavors, Monster energy drinks, Costco Animal Crackers, laxative pills, SpongeBob ice cream wrappers, empty and half full water bottles and more that aren't too important to mention.

You and your girls (this includes Danny) lived in a high rise apartment in Medellin, Colombia. You kept forgetting the year was 1989. The year is 1989 and you're in Medellin, Colombia living with your girls. It overlooked the communes of the city - it made you feel high in the clouds like God. The apartment was bought and paid off by none other than Pablo Escobar, or as you all referred to him, "Pablo", his code name. Pablo is among the five most popular boy's names of all time. It can be any Pablo.

This free stay didn't come without a cost, however. You four girls (and Danny) worked for Pablo and consequently the entirety of the Medellin Cartel. It was pretty crazy, but nothing you girls couldn't handle.

It was you, Angelica, Adrienne and Danny. You four were known as the Five Sisters, or by Pablo's affectionate little nickname, Las Putitas. Yes, though it may be confusing to others that there were only four of you and not actually five, Pablo liked the idea because he considered himself the fifth Sister/Puta. He wouldn't actually tell you guys any of this, but word spreads fast among the Cartel.

What you four did was simple: steal. Whether it was the Dollar Store or Goodwill, or both, you four had some sticky fingers that just had a knack for snatching just about anything. And Pablo liked that. And for you all having ten fingers, that's forty fingers in total, which is quite a lot. And that doesn't even count your toes.

He first encountered you four when you were set to go on vacation to Cancun with your girls. You four had been in the Miami airport, ready for liftoff! Everything was packed and ready - the outfits, sunscreen and suntan lotion, carts (weed) stuffed in your shoes and bras but slightly leaking, and bikini regions waxed.

But all four of your spirits were rained on and dampened when you find out that your liftoff! was delayed until the next day. Shucks.

Waiting for your next flight, you four decided to kill time and wander around Miami and see what was up. You grabbed some virgin Pina coladas and Miami lifeguard hoodies before going over to the beach. You all laid on the sand feet out and perked up, enjoying that beach breeze. Angelica had sat in front of you three facing towards the sun. You three had to turn your back towards it because the glare was too bright, but Angelica's red glasses shielded her eyes.

She leaned into you three after some time of sunbathing.

"Guys, don't like, look now - but there's this really fine dude behind y'all. I think he might be Colombian. Cause I'm actually Colombian and I know, I sense it. Should I try talking to him?"

"Oh my god what does he look like? He's right behind me, isn't he?" Adrienne asked, sitting across the sand from Angelica.

"Yes, I already said he was behind you but don't look now you're going to make it obvious -"

Adrienne whipped her head around back the moment Angelica said yes. You and Danny also turned your little heads albeit not as harshly and obvious and saw a man smoking a cigarette with a mustache, yellow sunglasses and flat cap. He was dressed like a Cuban grandfather.

You had to admit, Angelica was right.

He turned and noticed you four. You faced back around.

"You guys are like, fucking morons. I told you not to look." Angelica said.

"It's okay, Big Ange!" Danny assured, tapping his toes on hers, "I'd go and talk to him if I were you. He looks lonely."

"Yeah!" Adrienne agreed, "just walk up to him and ask about his day! Easy peasy lemons have been squeezed."

"I'm too nervous, though. What if he turns out to be really weird, or like," Angelica moved her face closer, in a whisper, "a cocaine dealer."

"Are you assuming that since he's Colombian, he's a drug dealer?" you asked.

"Oh please, everyone today is! Colombian or not! It's 1989! And if you're nervous, just grab a brewski for some liquid courage!" Adrienne said.

As if a light bulb lit up above her head and red glasses, Angelica turned to her backpack and pulled out her three-day-old can of Four Loko Gold. She took a big swig before wiping her mouth and throwing the can out to sea. Apparently the can was bio degradable so you didn't mind the littering.

She walked over, feet sinking into the hot sand causing her to go slower than expected, but she finally made it to the man. You three watched them talk.

"I hope he's cool," you said.

"Of course he's cool, who smokes a cigarette with a flat cap at the beach by themselves?" Danny said.

After some time, Angelica turned back towards you three and walked back with a big big smile.

"What did he say?" you three asked excitedly in unison like a little choir.

"You guys won't believe it! He said he could get us to Cancun for free literally right now!"

"What? What are you talking about?" you three said again in your choir.

"He said he thinks we're all hot and his friends would love us, he said he's leaving to Cancun literally right now and has a private plane we could hop in!"

"Whoa, slow down." Again, in unison.

"Could you guys stop doing that the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

"Wait, hot like we're hot or hot like we're sweating dick and balls right now?" you asked. She shrugged.

Whether it was one or the other, it was too good to be true.

How you laugh at your naivety back then.

After some deliberation, you guys came to the agreement that a free flight to Cancun was better than one that wasn't free. You gathered your things and walked back over to the man, who later introduced himself as Gustavo. He explained to you three as he previously did to Angelica while you all walked down the pier to his car that he knew someone who was a pilot and was heading to your destination.

You all finally got to the landing strip after about ten minutes of driving. The plane itself was not what you imagined it to be. Instead of your usual airline, commercial plane - it was a small, janky and little private plane. Everything was very suspicious now looking back, because a bunch of men were pulling out loads of carefully wrapped packages out of it. The man who was the pilot had a giant Swastika tattooed on his arm which didn't appear to be a good sign.

"What's with those packages?" Danny inquired to Gustavo.

"Ay, nada, mamacita. No se preocupe!" he responded in his Colombian accent that sounded like he was about to cry. "Em, how do you say - como los pinguinos? Hear nothing, see nothing?"

"Oh, no. Those are the monkey emojis. What you mean to say is 'Smile and Wave boys, Smile and Wave' from Madagascar. Close though!" he corrected, with a smile on his face. "An A for trying, honestly."

You four hopped into the back of the cockpit and were off. The fun didn't last for more than fifteen minutes, as the rest of the ride was bumpy and the A/C was broken so you all sweated profusely to the point where you all were so stiff it looked as though you were doing the Mannequin challenge from Vine (that wouldn't be popular until like forty years later because we're still in 1989). Gustavo sat in front with the Swastika-tattooed pilot, talking all sorts of Spanish mumbo jumbo that you all couldn't bring yourselves to try to understand.

White dust was stuck under all the crevices of the interior that didn't look like normal dust. It looked like cocaine.

"You guys...I think this all this white dust is cocaine," you said, low in a whisper.

"No shit dumb ass look what type of plane we're in," Danny said.

You looked around. "Seems like a normal plane to me."

"Yeah I guess so." replied Danny.

You would later find out it was actually cocaine and you were in fact right. But later Pablo told you all with the same leisurely "Hear nothing, see nothing, no?" as his cousin Gustavo. He even covered his eyes and ears to demonstrate to you all. You all felt that you were being talked down to like you were children and he was something of a father figure, but you didn't find yourself complaining because it made up for your lack of one in the first place.

When you guys had finally made it to what you THOUGHT to be Cancun, you hoped off the plane into this villa out in the South American boonies.

To make a long story short you were actually up in the mountains near Medellin. And you know where Medellin is? Not Cancun.

Gustavo thought that kidnapping you all for work would be something beneficial to the cartel. Basically, no one would suspect a group of non-conspicuous girls (and Danny) to be working for Pablo. And what did Pablo want? Free Dollar Store and Goodwill merchandise. They were just too much for him to want to pay.

You met him that day and he laid out the ground rules for you after throwing some more threatening Spanish mumbo jumbo at you guys:

1. No contacting police/DEA.

2. Do what Pablo says and that's THAT.

3. Make enough money in stolen merchandise that's satisfactory to Pablo enough to where you could return back home to America.

4. No complaining! No negative Nancies or Debby downers get any job done!

5. No asking about how the cartel works or any details, you don't have to know.

6. Apply hear nothing 🙉 see nothing 🙈 say nothing 🙊 to anything that applies to rule number 5 that you happen to accidentally encounter.

And that's how it's been ever since. Living in the apartment, you all wait for Pablo's next order and you go to do your magic. He'd send his men occasionally to pick up the stolen goods and bring you all food, which were just bandeja paisas. (They were always good and never grew old so you all didn't mind it being your breakfast/lunch/dinner/dessert.)

You all had completely acclimated to the new way of life and had a system to it at this point, which made it more confusing as to why Danny was so dead-set on watching Ocean's 11.

Over the course of two months, you all had committed a total of 132 robberies, individually or as a group. Those forty+ fingers...

Though you wished to be back home, a part of you enjoyed the rush of the forced labor. You knew you were all protected by the Cartel, so if something were to happen they'd always be near. Once, Adrienne had actually gotten caught for stealing a Hello Kitty bag from Marshall's, and bailed out by Pablo for a grand total of $100,000. That's efficiency. And this is Stockholm syndrome.

It wasn't without trouble, however. The DEA and Colombian police were cracking into the entire Medellin operation little by little, being what Pablo described to you guys as "party poopers" and wanting to "rain on their parade" and "ruin the vibe". You agreed, you didn't feel there needed to be a reason for the government to feel the need to get involved. Just let a girl live, in this case, the girl was Pablo. You all didn't enjoy seeing his mustache go into a sad face.

There were specifically two DEA agents that were American assigned to the case. All you knew through word of mouth that one was a white guy and the other was Hispanic. Because of how broadly generic the descriptions were, it was very difficult for you girls to know what they'd look like if you encountered them. Pablo just told you four to just assume everyone was DEA.

And you wish you had. But you didn't.

"So, you still on Hinge?" Adrienne asked you as you all slid into your bunk beds. You all slept in the same room and across from a large window that overlooked the city. The sun was well beyond set by now.

You took out your phone to check for any new notifications. "Yeah, but no luck yet."

"Wasn't there that one guy?" Angelica asked.

"What guy?"

"That one guy, the one with the mustache. Remember? You two were talking, like a lot."

"Every single guy here has a mustache."

"He's the one with the slutty waist."

It clicked. His face suddenly appeared in your mind and it left you disappointed. You let out a heavy, tired breath. "Oh, yeah. Javier." It hurt you to even say his name. It was such a waste.

"Oh yeah. What ever happened with him?" Danny asked. "Didn't you two go on a couple dates?"

"Yeah, we did," you started to remember. The more you thought about it, the more it turned down your spirits and reminded you as to why you chose to wipe it clean from your memory and ignore it all like it was trauma. "But, nothing came out of it."

"Well what happened?" Angelica pressed.

You hesitated but then you remembered - these are your girls. You tell them literally everything.

"Everything was going great. He was really funny and nice and all around the vibes were good. We'd been going out and finally one of the dates he wanted to invite me over to his apartment. I was looking cute, Pablo let me borrow some of the clothes from one of our runs, remember the Bebe jeans? The Y2K ones? Yeah, well those. My ass was looking fucking fat," you smiled to yourself, thinking about how Pablo and Gustavo told you that when you wore them, "Anyway, we ate dinner then went back to his apartment, and he had these like, yellow sunglasses he wore all the time. I thought to be nice I should get him new ones, so I was able to talk Gustavo into letting me keep these yellow Bebe ones I snatched at Dollar Tree for him. When we got to his apartment, I saw the old ones on the table and thought I should surprise him! When he went to the bathroom I put the new ones on so he'd be, well, surprised. When he came out and saw them on me, he got all weird all of a sudden. I was like, 'look! I got you new sunglasses that are Bebe's like my jeans!' Then I showed him my fat ass to show the Bebe emblem, and he was not feeling it at all. Those good vibes at the beginning? Yeah, they weren't there anymore. He like, ripped them off my face and told me it would be best for me to leave."

Though it was dark and you couldn't make out your friend's faces, you knew they were all confused. Just like yourself when he removed those yellow shades from your face. You felt tears well up in your eyes - it was so sad.

"What the fuck? Who cares they're just sunglasses." Adrienne said. "He really told you to get out?"

"Was he offended that you got him new sunglasses? Like, you're implying he can't buy new ones himself?" Danny asked.

"I know, that's what I thought." you said.

"Maybe his old glasses are prescriptions?" Angelica said, "maybe he was reminded of the fact he could be legally blind?"

"Well did you ask why? What happened after?" Adrienne asked.

"I did, he just said that he had work in the morning and shouldn't have brought me to his apartment in the first place. Anyway, I left after that. It just killed the mood, I really thought we were gonna like hook up or something. He even got pale when he walked me out."

"What an asshole. Who cares? There's like so many other people who would appreciate new sunglasses from you and wouldn't want you to leave." Danny said. "Like Gustavo."

You all giggled at the mention and went to sleep soon after...

The big day was finally here. And for time's sake, let's literally just skip to when everything became BIG.

You four had driven to the location - another Goodwill. This was your fifth this week, there had already been a bulletin put out among all Goodwill employees about missing items across every one throughout the city. It had been a hot topic among the staff, but you four didn't know and frankly didn't care. Pablo was behind your back at all times. And the industry was crumbling.

You all walked in casually, careful not to bring any attention all to yourselves. And why would any of you? You're just a group of girlies (and Danny) who just want to do some shopping fun! Women be shopping!

"Okay guys, remember, Ocean's team only got what they needed, that's it," Danny said, "so don't go overboard. Do you guys have your bags?"

You all nodded, tote bags glued to your side.

"Okay, great! I'm like the George Clooney of this little team we got going on here," Danny said, biting his tongue and doing that white mom expression, absolutely eating up his new title.

"Um, who said that you were?" Adrienne asked, brows arched in confusion.

"I just did."

"That's not fair. We should all be able to choose who we want to be!" she argued.

"Well you snooze you loose! I don't make the rules, but the Daddy Clooney in me does, therefore we must get started!" he roses his arm with his index finger pointed upwards, "Girls, to your stations! We'll meet back in ten!"

You weren't sure why Danny decided to yell this at the entrance of the store for everyone to turn their heads and see. It didn't seem that George Clooney of him to announce the heist to the world. But, Danny did share the same name as George's character in the movie, so he must have had a reason? You weren't sure where the correlation in that was.

You all dispersed like little ants, all having their own role in the mission. Before entering, you reviewed the list Pablo wrote for you to find and snatch:

1. Juicy Couture bag

2. Low rise Y2K jeans

3. P.E. shirt of the local school

4. Y2K Jewelry, (playboy bunny themed preferably)

5. Twilight DVDs (I only have Breaking Dawn Pt. 2 and Eclipse, that's embarrassing for me as a Twilight fan. Change that.)

6. Hello Kitty toys (check toy section, push the kids out of the way if you have to, or steal from them themselves idgaf tbh)

7. Borat DVD

8. Ed Hardy anything tbh

9. Cute trinkets!

10. Lastly, anything that reminds you of me <3

The list was extensive and specific, but nothing you all couldn't handle. This wasn't your first rodeo.

But your last?

Maybe...

You went straight for the clothing rack, trying to find the wanted items. You looked around and saw your fellow girls all seemingly in their own worlds. You chuckled to yourself. They weren't ordinary girls. No one here knew or had a clue what you were all up to.

You kept looking through, pushing all the clothes to the right quickly like a machine and scanning the designs and graphics of the t-shirts to see if they reached the requirements. You felt that undiagnosed carpal tunnel syndrome flow through your veins and bones - it only fueled you. Pain was for the weak. Pablo told you that <3

"What do you have so far?" Angelica asked, inconspicuously standing aside you and going through the clothes as well.

"Not much luck here so far." you kept rummaging through, and found one shirt that stuck out to you - sending actual shivers down your spine. It was black and in funky letters spelled "Make the Rich Pay Tax".

"Oh my god, wasn't that the same shirt one of your old boyfriends had? What was his name? Hussain?" Angelica asked, oblivious to its dense and deep lore.

You quickly pushed it aside onto the next. "No, I don't know what you're talking about," you moved on quickly, "what about you? Have you found anything?"

"Check this out," she whispered to you as she shimmied her tote bag off her shoulder and revealing to you its contents.

"Snowglobes?"

"Yes bro they're stacked! You think Pablo will like them for the trinkets category?"

The globes clashed together softly as she shimmied it bag onto her shoulder.

"I guess, but what's useful about a snow globe?"

"They're trinkets. Trinkets aren't supposed to be useful at all, that's the point. They're just pretty clutter." Angelica explained. "Plus, he can't leave the country, you know, extradition and all - so it'll give him a unique perspective on the places he'll never get to visit. He'll be able to imagine them with glitter sprinkling all over!"

About fifteen minutes had passed. You were able to find several items of clothing you thought Pablo would like, all stacked on your arm. It was so heavy you felt it get sore, but you couldn't bear to put any of it down.

You began to felt that familiar disassociation kick in, however. Your head felt light and that tunnel vision you entered with had died out, you were on auto pilot. Crazy shit could go down in front of you and you wouldn't bat an eye. Nothing was in focus. Your head began to bang with heat and you felt your tummy rumble.

Mama needs to eat, you thought. Mama needs to eat soon.

You cradled your stomach in hoping of soothing it to overcome the hunger. It rumbled and rumbled, soon you realized it wasn't just hunger - you needed to shit. And you needed to shit now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! you cursed yourself. I haven't even had laxxies????!!!

You looked around trying to find the nearest Sister of the group to lend all your items to and you finally spotted one. Danny was in the toy section to the far end, so you made a beeline towards him, dodging all the people and their pesty children.

"Danny. Danny." you called harshly.

He turned to see you, with a pile of toy dolls in his arms. His curious faced dropped.

"I'm not supposed to know you, remember? You really didn't pay attention during the movie," he said, "you might as well blow my cover entirely."

"Danny shut the fuck up you're so annoying who gives a fuck listen I need you to hold all this shit I need to go to the bathroom bad."

"Hold all...that?" he gulped, wincing at your subtly shaking arm. "That's a lot of stuff."

"Yes that's what I just fucking said. Hurry up it's coming out!"

"Not with that tone." he waved his finger at you in a 'no no'. "What's the magic word -"

Without thought, you launched all the clothes at him so hard it knocked his back against the shelf of toys, sending them crashing down. He tumbled down, draped in all the clothing. He let out a yelp as the air was knocked clean out from him. The crashing sound rattled throughout the entire store, sending ripples of its sound waves out to deafen every patron's ear canal.

By the time Danny had fallen, you were already towards the bathroom door, which was fortunately only a few steps away. You gripped your butt from the behind in an effort to keep everything together. A teenager had been in your way to the bathroom ahead of you, and as if you had just been given that familiar bump of Pablo's dusty dust dust, you stepped on the gas of your adrenaline and caught up to him.

"Get the fuck out the way!" you yelled, pushing him from aside like a footballer who had that football for that touchdown. He fell flat onto the ground too like Danny. You didn't feel bad. All the nerve endings of your asshole slowly opened wider as more seconds passed, that shit literally creeping out ready to make its own ripples into the toilet water like those sound waves.

Fuck Dunkin' Donuts coffee, you thought. Fuck that Dunkin' Donuts coffee! Might as well be laxxies!

Your patas were slamming on that floor.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

But you made it.

The moment your bare ass hit that toilet seat, it was game over. It was the same effect as an oil rig exploding except in reverse.

"Oh thank god," you said to yourself as it burned through. "Thank god the almighty."

After about fifteen minutes, you exited the bathroom a new person. You had spent the most of those fifteen minutes wiping. But it didn't matter, what happened in that Goodwill bathroom would STAY in that Goodwill bathroom. You were a new girl. A new Sister. A bright smile was plastered on your face that resembled some creepy anime character.

Danny was still in the toy section, a little bruised and cut up but nonetheless alright. He had all your clothes in one arm, the dolls in another. The floor was littered with all sorts of the colorful toys, and the shelf had been broken with pieces of metal shards all over.

"Hey Danny! Thanks for holding my stuff!"

He turned and glared at you. "You're a real fucking whore for that. Here." He gave your items back and you took them gladly.

You noticed he had accidentally given you one of the dolls, it was a beaten and dirty American girl doll. You thought it might've been Kit Kitteredge. There was something oddly human about it, oddly uncanny valley about it. You didn't like the way it made you feel. It reminded you of a furby...

When you looked up to Danny to give it back and get it away from your vicinity, he'd been gone. Disappeared. Disintegrated. He was literally no where in the store.

That's creepy...where did he go? you thought. And why did he give me this doll? Pablo never asked for a doll...

"Uh, Y/N, you might wanna come check this out." Adrienne said, suddenly at your right.

You turned to her. "What? Do you know where Danny went?"

Adrienne gulped, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. You didn't understand what she looked worried about. She didn't even appear this worried when she was in jail for the Hello Kitty bag.

"What's with the long face?" You asked, still living off the euphoria from the mess you left in the bathroom at the expense of your own personal relief, "he's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Y/N," Adrienne turned straight ahead of you both. You didn't realize, but she had her arms up in the air the entire time. You looked forward.

Ain't. No. Fucking. Way.

Your group was all suddenly surrounded. You stood by one another, back to back - targeted. Random ass fellow Goodwill shoppers circled around you with AK's and pistols pointed directly at you. They were not too happy. You all didn't realize but all these regular patrons were just the police and DEA in disguise. It was deathly quiet.

You looked them up and down - at one of their feet they had Danny pinned to the ground with their foot. His limbs were spread out like a cockroach that got stepped on.

"Let them through! Stand aside!" you all heard one of them call. They all then divided like Moses parting the Red Sea, letting two tall (and fine as fuck) men walk through. It was a white guy and a Hispanic guy. They were also not too happy. They had their own pistols pointed to your direction, with bullet proof vests fitted on labeled 'DEA'.

And there he was - Javier. Your hinge date. You felt that your shit circulating through your intestines once again, ready for round 2 in that bathroom. It couldn't be, no - it can't. Well it is. Uh oh this is not good. What's a girl to do right now?

"Javier?" you mumbled out. It all that was you were able to even mutter since you were so flabbergasted. He didn't seem as shocked as you would think, it was as if he knew about your true identity and intentions this entire time...

The white guy who also had a mustache looked over from you to Javier, confused about you knowing his name. He leaned in a whisper but you were able to hear because of your super sonic hearing -

"She one of your little informants, too?"

Javier shook his head and was back to you. "You're all under arrest for -"

Before he was able to finish, Angelica attempted to make her escape. She started to run so fast in one spot like a cartoon character, the friction creating a grey dust cloud from under her before bolting through the police and agents, holding the tote bag of snow globes to her chest like a mother running with her child away from danger.

"Stop her!" Javier ordered, in somewhat shock that everyone just opted to watch her run instead of trying to catch her.

One of the men ran behind her and launched himself at her, tackling to the ground like some regular football shenanigans like from earlier. She fell hard to the floor, a hard glass shatter sounding as she landed. The snow globes had bursted and spilled their glittery water all over the floor.

"Angelica!" you all yelled.

The officer that chased after her was disgusted as he was drenched in the glittery substance.

"Fuck is all that glittery water?!" the white guy yelled.

"Um, uh," Angelica's mind was racing behind those red glasses for any possible answer. You could tell she was in shock about the destruction of the globes. "My water broke?!"

"Why is your water all sparkly?" Javier asked, more confused than concerned.

"She was pregnant with Edward! From Twilight! Please she's just a young girl trying to make her way through this dog-eat-dog world!" Danny cried from the ground, the foot cutting some of his speech capacity short.

"The fuck is Twilight?" the white guy asked Javier.

"I don't know. But we better get this group to the station for questioning, soon. Let's go," Javier said, starting towards the entrance with his hands on his waist, "good job team!"

You gripped that toy baby harder. But it wasn't for any longer as they confiscated all your incriminating tote bags.

Some hours later, you had been in a small, gray interrogation room, with a black glass facing you. You were handcuffed to the table and shit was kinda tight. You felt your circulation slowly getting cut off. It was not a good, fun or fresh feeling. It just hurt. And it didn't help your carpal tunnel syndrome.

You hadn't seen your girls since the sting operation. A part of you wished that Pablo was here to help bail you out, but chances are he hadn't found out yet. Word sometimes doesn't travel fast in the Cartel.

Your disassociation was through the roof, higher than it ever was before. You might has well been dropped in the middle of the Saharan desert with no food or water - you felt all your sense of reality slip away as time ticked and ticked on. You were slumped forward, bare face on the cold table. These bare walls gave you nothing to hyper fixate on.

What's a girl to do....I've been caught, you thought to yourself.

It seemed your string of luck had finally run out.

The door swung open, walking in the white and Hispanic guy (Javier). They shut the door behind them, and the sound of it sprung you up like you just took a bump of Pablo's pixie dust.

You reminded yourself - you couldn't show them that you were weak. But, let's be real - a girl was tired. How long could you keep the facade? But no, they can't - they need to think you're resilient! Like some random person said, fake it 'til you make it girl!

"Y/F/N Y/L/N, right?" the white guy asked. They took a seat in front of you, manspreading to the max. Buzzfeed would be livid.

I can't answer them without a lawyer, you thought.

The white guy stared at you with some dead tired blue eyes for an answer. Javier lit a cigarette.

You looked at him with dead eyes back. You thought you looked intimidating, but in reality you looked shell-shocked like a war veteran.

He looked to Javier.

Javier looked to you. He was also waiting.

"Okay, anyway -" Javier started.

"That's your name, right?" the white guy asked.

You took a moment to scan your vibe - is this too serious you can't joke or is this all just a test? Either way, you needed to outsmart these narcs. And quick.

"What's your name?" you asked sneering, biting your tongue to yourself in your white mom self, knowing you ate.

"Agent Murphy."

You didn't know how to expand after the question. "Alright, sweet."

"Why can't you answer the question?"

"I choose NOT to incriminate myself. Don't you know about Miranda rights? Mr. Lin Manuel wasn't playing around," you retorted.

"There's no such thing as Miranda rights in Colombia," Javier said lowly, somewhat embarrassingly. Murphy gave him an annoyed look.

"Whatever, c'est la fucking vie. I don't have to tell you guys anything," you shot back, crossing your arms as best you could since you were still handcuffed and looking to the bare wall beside you, away from them. "Like, no taxation without representation, honestly." you muttered, not as loud since you weren't confident if that applied to Colombian law or to the situation in general. I should really pick my battles, you thought.

"Look, you can make this easier on yourself and just talk. We don't want you," Javier said, "we want Escobar."

"See, this is the problem with you guys. You don't want to see a woman in STEM succeed, like me, because of others that are caring and giving, like Pablo," you covered your mouth - you'd just revealed the codename for Pablo to the DEA.

Fuck, you thought.

"Whatever," you rushed, trying to move on from the slip up, hoping they didn't catch on because they're boys and they're naturally slow, "anyway, I can't give into your demands. I'm no rat."

"Pablo has you captive. We can help you and your friends, if you help us." pleaded Javier. Murphy had his arms crossed and seemed to be getting impatient.

"Your friends already talked. They're all rats. It's just you left." Murphy spat.

"They wouldn't rat." you said.

"They did," Murphy sat up from his chair and got in closer, intimidatingly. "Your Danny friend spilled everything. You all work for the narcos."

"The 'narcos'?" you asked, pretending to play stupid.

"Yes, the narcos."

"Danny is no narco."

"Danny is a narco. He works for them, just like you."

"The only narco Danny is is narcoleptic," you said, raising your thin ass eyebrows, chewing your mouth as if you had gum in it, which you didn't. "Look, why don't we end this war we have going on, right here and right now? I can be the mediator. Let's end this once and for all."

"You're confident enough to speak on behalf of the entire Medellin cartel?"

"I've never felt more confident in my life," you smiled. You were lying.

"How do you suppose we do that, then?" Murphy asked, intrigued. You had him.

"Well, maybe we could start with some Co-Exist bumper stickers? I have some in my tote bag that's sitting pretty in the evidence room. Maybe we can all start by slapping them on our cars? It could probably end all conflicts, actually."

"Really?" Murphy scoffed, making a snarky laugh. "You really think that could solve all conflicts? What about Israel-Palestine? You think that could solve it?"

"Honestly, yeah. Maybe," you answered. You had no idea what that was, but it sounded important. "I'd just have to get a couple more stickers."

Murphy slammed his big hand on the table. "Control your informant, Javi!" He was not happy. He had snapped.

Got him there, you smiled to yourself.

"She's not my informant. Look, Murphy, let me handle this. Okay?"

"You want me to leave?"

He leaned in closer to his BFF's ear to whisper. But since you have super sonic hearing you heard him.

"...just go on back, leave it to me. She's kind of a, uh, a bimbo."

You smiled to yourself at the comment. You did love being called a bimbo. It was who you are. There was something so powerful about being a lil ignorant. "Oh, you're too sweet, Javi," you said. They both shot you a confused look.

Murphy then rose and stepped out, leaving now just you two. He shut the door behind you.

"And then there were two," you said, squinting your eyes and trying to give yourself that femme fatale persona. "So Javi, this is what you've been up to since our date? Since you kicked me out of your house?"

"I've actually always been doing this."

"Oh, so you've always known about me, is that it? Are you some sort of a stalker? And what have you been telling that Debby-downer, negative-Nancy friend of yours? That I'm an 'informant'?"

"I never told him about us, or anyone. When you gave away that you worked for Pablo, I knew I couldn't have a relationship with you. That's why I kicked you out. I don't sleep with criminals."

"I'm not a criminal. And what I do isn't even that bad. I literally just take from capitalistic greedy organizations and businesses and give it back to the public - what's rightfully theirs. Like Robin Hood shit. And plus, how did you know I worked for Pab -" you caught yourself, "I mean, for Escobar?"

"Only people like Escobar have access to Bebe jeans and sunglasses." he said, not giving you any eye contact as he let out a puff from his cigarette and put it out on the table, unbothered.

It then hit you - those stupid pee-colored aviator glasses had hung on his buttoned shirt revealing his lack of chest hair. That stupid gift you went out of your way to get him for, those stupid jeans that made your ass fat - they had done more than compliment your outfit - they were the catalyst the entire time.

"Honestly, that's kind of a relief. I thought you didn't think I was hot."

"No, you are, but being a criminal isn't. And what's uglier is being one of Escobar's criminals. It's actually an eyesore." he rose up and sat on the table beside you. "So why don't you say what happened, then you and your girls can go to Cancun," he leaned in to whisper like he did earlier to his BFF/boyfriend Murphy, "And you won't be an eyesore to me anymore."

You felt yourself get hot down there. If your genital region was a diesel powered car, shit would be hauling actual ass. But no, you couldn't give in. You had to stay true to what Pablo would do.

What would Pablo do? you thought to yourself, looking down to your W.W.P.D. anklet. It was pink, Pablo's favorite color. What would Pablo say?

"Or what, Mr. Agent Javier Pena?" you whispered back. You weren't sure if that's what Pablo would've said, but there was no going back now.

He leaned in closer, an inch away from your mouth.

"Come clean and admit to all those grand larcenies your naughty little big Bebe butt did," he brushed his fingers through your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "And your ties to Escobar and his cocaine operation."

"The only cocaine operation I know about is the one with the bear," you whispered back, eyes fluttering, "have you seen the movie?"

"No, I don't watch movies," he whispered back. You felt his breathe on your cheek, it tickled it. You felt your rosacea arise. "But I do watch Escobar's every move. That's like a movie to me."

Mama can't hold back any longer. you thought. Mama's getting hot.

You didn't realize, but the handcuffs weren't as tight as you thought, and you were able to slip free from their restraint.

You jump up to hug him, he hugs tightly back, he then throws you on the table and you feel his member pressed against your leg. He begins kissing you, his tongue licking your lips for entrance. You let him in. Your tongues fight for dominance but you let him win. He eventually starts going down on you, taking your Bebe booty jeans and panties labeled 'Thursday' you got as a personal gift from Gustavo, (it was actually a Monday, but you liked breaking rules), off, and starts kissing your labia.

"This...this is a labia" he says.

You lift your leg as he begins to eat you out, his wet breath on your cooter. He holds your foot up and raises himself, ready to press his member into your entrance. Your eyes are closed, ready to take the boy from the United States of America in. This is it. No DEA, no grand larceny charges, no creepy baby dolls, nothing - just you and Javier.

You heard the agents on the other side of the door bang and bang, but Javier had actually locked the door. It made you more hot thinking this is what he had planned the entire time. He was always one step ahead. Maybe he wasn't so different from Pablo after all.

Hope you enjoyed!

xoxo,

~Sam St. Clair

P.S. ~ Just a friendly reminder, DO NOT refer to me as anything else if it's not the following: Sam, Mr. St. Clair, Sam St. Clair, Clair, or St.. Hearing 'Sammy' makes me feel very violent. Next time, I won't accept any request that starts with it, just a friendly warning! :)

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