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The Cybers Part 4

Javier Peña x F! Reader

Summary - Was this mission going to be the same as the last? Would you end up in a body bag this time or would Salvador?

Warnings - Mentions of death, sweating, guns

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The mission was clear. A get in, kill these fuckers and get out situation. It couldn’t get any simpler.

That’s what you’d think right?

But no, it wasn’t that simple. It couldn’t possibly be that simple because the brains behind this operation was a hot headed, ego maniac that has the planning capabilities of a two year old.

“I will go in, scope the place out and the rest of you will wait until I give the signal, are we clear?” Javier pointed at different places on the map spread across the table, his cigarette hanging on for dear life ar the corner of his mouth.

Nobody would question Peña. They wouldn’t dream of it. Lately he’s been on a man hunt for Escobar and Salvador. He’s been staying ar the office for countless nights, trying to catch two completely different men at the same time.

He’d drown himself in whiskey and cigars and paperwork, hoping, just praying that something good would come along. Just wishing that the fish would bite so he could go home and sleep.

He was a determined man, never one to back away from a fight or give up a job. That’s how he’d been for the last five years and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Everyone in the room was too scared to speak up about his plan. Half of them knowing that it was the worst plan possibly made.

Almost everyone.

You had been standing in the corner of the room, keeping to yourself while you listened to the arrogant man ramble on about his useless plan. You’d been hunting Salvador for all of your career, even before you came to Comlombja, so you knew that this plan wouldn’t work.

“You need to have roadblocks.” You muttered to yourself, keeping your head down.

The room was silent enough to hear a pennie drop. Slowly, you lift your head up and see over a dozen pairs of eyes staring at you.

Shit, you said that a little too loudly.

Before you and Steve left the house, he made you promise to take it easy and too keep ‘That smart mouth of yours quiet’ for at least a week. He knew that was a lot to ask, but you said you’d do your best.

Clearly, ten minutes was all you could do.

“Did you say something Agent?” Javier spat, his hands resting on the table, eyes burning holes into yours.

You shuffle on your feet and fiddle with the ring on your index finger. “I said y-you need to have roadblocks down every street.” You didn’t want for what you said to come out shyly.

Hell, you wanted to walk over to Peña and punch him in the face for being so stupid. You were so confident in knowing what Salvador’s plans were for escape, you couldn’t not say anything.

“And why is that agent?” Javier leaned back from the table, crossing his arms over his chest and slowly walking around to you. He called you agent with the most harshest of tones. He didn’t want to say your name; that would only bring him down even more than he already is.

“Do you have any other ideas you’d like to share with the class? Or are you done trying to sabotage my mission?” He spits, coming very close to your face.

He has a look of disgust in his eyes. The creases in his brows getting heavier by the second.

Sabotage?

God did he know how to push your buttons.

He wanted you to burst out with rage again. Scream at him until your throat went dry. Punch him, smack him, anything. He wanted absolutely anything that would get a reaction out of you. At least then, he’d be with you.

It pained you to be a good agent. You wanted to throw up at the mere thought of backing down, but, you couldn’t do this with Javier anymore. The emotional pain you’ve pushed through over the last two weeks has been torture enough. You just wanted to catch Salvador and go back home to America.

So, if that meant backing down to Peña and his bitchy ways, you would.

“No sir, I’m just suggesting things that could help. As I know Salvador’s moves.”

The only time you’ve ever called Javi Sir, has been in the bedroom. Never had you called it him in a professional way and it brought a horrible taste to your mouth.

Javiers face read shock. You’d never been professional with him, even in times where you were meeting with your superiors. You were always laughing and joking with each other. Being silly in the most serious of times. All of that was over. It was strictly buisness from now.

“Okay,” Javi said, walking back to the map and drawing ‘x’ marks where the roadblocks will be set up. He pondered for a few more moments, his eyes looking up to you and back to the map a few times.

Javier explained the new plan, after taking some more of your advise. He was thankful you were here, hoping that you two would finally be able to talk about what happened. He’d be able to explain his side rather than you running off and thinking of him as the bad guy.

Which he was. He never claimed to be a good person. He was hard on others, but even harder on the ones he loved.

Especially you.

Peña assigned you to him, you would shadow him as this was your first field mission back. Normally, you would tell him to kindly fuck off and you’d be running your own division on the mission, but you politely nodded which sent a pain into Javiers heart.

He’s trying everything to get a reaction from you. Every possible button he’s been pushing but you won’t budge. He’s already pushed them all and broke them. There’s nothing left for him to push.

The team move out, locked and loaded and into the cars. You’d hoped in the passenger seat while Javier drove to the location, keeping his hands tightly gripped on the steering wheel.

He opened his mouth and closed it about ten times, wanting to say things but not having the right words to say. How would he even begin to know what to say? You’d just shut him down anyway, so there was no real point.

Wrong.

You wanted him to at least try and mend what cannot be fixed. At least then, you’d know that he still, deep down cared for you a little. That would make the heartbreak less painful. Instead, you both sat quietly driving down the streets of Bogata.

The cavalry was in place. The road blockers were set in the places Javier thought best. He wanted to consult you, but he couldn’t bring himself out of his stubbornness to do it.

It’s your first time holding your gun since the last mission and you were nervous. You wanted to be head strong, not let the pass burden you but it was hard. The feeling of picking up your gun this morning felt good. It felt familiar. This feeling though was not one that was welcomed.

It was painful and darn right terrifying. Your mind flashed back to that night. The words of Salvador playing over and over again in your head as he sliced into your skin.

“What am I going to do with you eh?”

“Lucky for me, I can’t kill a DEA agent, but a CIA? Now that’s on the cards hermosa.”

“It’s a shame to let such pretty skin go to waste. Or maybe it doesn’t have to. I can have a little fun before I slit your throat and burn you.”

A pair of hands held your shoulders and you jumped out of the flashback. You were so in your head, you didn’t realise you’d gotten out of the car.

“Hey, are you okay? Hermosa talk to me.” Javiers voice soothed you back to reality, but his words of choice made you recoil.

You didn’t realise you were uncontrollably shaking. Luckily your gun had been on the safety, if not, Javier would have a bullet sized hole in his chest.

He slowly took the gun from your hand and held it by his side. “Hermosa, listen. If this to too much for you, nobody would judge you for going home and taking some more time to recover.” He said sweetly.

It pained him to see you this way. So defeated and shaken up. He wanted to do everything he could to help you, even if you did hate him.

“Please don’t call me that Peña, and give me back my gun.” You said, holding your palm out.

Javier hesitated, your hand still slightly shaking, but he made sure the safety was still on and handed you your gun. “And please don’t call me Hermosa. I can’t stand it.” You muttered, walking to your position.

You knelt down behind a half brick wall - this all feeling to familiar. Javier joined you, his eyes looking over at you every few seconds.

“What’s the plan again?” You asked him trying to shake off your thoughts.

“We sneak in through the back, we know what room he’s in so it’ll be a quick job. The Ambassador doesn’t care if we bring him in warm or cold. He just wants this asshole dead.” Javier checked his six’s for the rest of his team. Everyone was in position.

You nodded in response, taking your gun off safety. You breathing was heavy, your mind clouded with everything that could go wrong again.

Was this another set up?

Was Peña trying to climb even further up the employment ladder?

No, this can’t be a set up. If it was, he’d be far away from here, searching online for big, evil office chairs. He wouldn’t put himself on the front line of a mission doomed for failure.

“Let’s move out.” Peña said into his radio, alerting the road block and the other men that it was time to move.

You followed close behind him, keeping your eyes focused ahead. You were both quiet as you could be, ducking down at ever cover position until you were at the back door of the club.

Salvador had properties all over Colombia, his main ones being smack bang in the centre of Bogotá. He owned nightclubs, grocery stores, whore houses. You name it Salvador has bought it. He made that much money, he had to do something with it.

It was a peak time in Bogotá. 3pm was the time the whores and strippers came out to search for new men and to rehearse for their nightly shows. The streets flooded with all different types of women, and you and Peña didn’t exactly blend in.

You’d made it half way to the back of the club. You scanned the area a few times and looked around for any indication that Salvador’s men knew you were there.

Your eyes landed on a familiar woman. Brown, tatted hair. Skimpy outfits and 6 inch heeled thigh high boots. You knew it was her from the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a large image of a dragon.

You rose from your cover position and aimed your gun at the woman, rage taking over every fiber of your being.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Peña shouted in a whispered tone, breaking his cover and standing in front of the gun you were aiming.

“Move.” You grunted, debating shooting him to get to her.

“Who the fuck are you shooting at? Put the fucking thing down before you blow the whole mission for us agent!” He spat, taking cover.

There he goes again calling you agent. Just five minutes ago he was calling you Hermosa. You didn’t give a fuck. The fact that she was here, in the same location Salvador was, you just knew that something wasn’t right.

Peña had to act quickly. He needed you to think straight and get you back into cover before you blew the whole thing. He jumped up quickly, his hands pressing down on your shoulders and forcing you down.

You saw him coming and took your finger away from the trigger so you didn’t shoot yourself or him. He smacked your gun from your hand and pinned you down on the gravel floor. He straddled your hips, his hands lightly pressing into your shoulders.

You had the urge to fight, scream and kick him off. You wanted to use all the force you had to kick him in the nuts and shoot that bitch. But all you could manage was a tear.

Javier studied your face, searching for an answer for what had happened. He saw the tear and used the pad of this thumb to wipe it away. “What is going on?” He said softly.

There was chatter over the radio, the team based on the roof we’re keeping watch of you both. They chattered over the radio in Spanish asking where you two had gone. Javier replied that you were both ok, and focused his attention back to you.

“Just do it Javier. Just kill me already. I’d rather you do it now than send me into another trap.” You sighed in defeat.

“What?” He said with confusion clear in his voice. Why the hell would you say that?

“I saw her. Camila. She’s here. I know that you took that information from her to set me up, just so you could get a better job.” You breathed out and Javier knew instantly why you went into death con three more.

“Hermosa. Please don’t say that. Yeah, She’s working for Salvador, I know that now.” Javi was still straddled over you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

It was lucky that Bogotá was flooding with traffic and music, otherwise anyone could walk past and see two agents looking like they’re dry humping each other in the street.

“What do you mean now? You knew this whole fucking time that she was working for him!” You shouted, shoving him off you and standing up, but keeping your cover behind a wall.

“Hermosa I didn’t. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you since the day you got in the hospital.” He said.

“The day I told Camila that I didn’t want to fuck her for information anymore, she turned on me and went to Salvador. I didn’t know this, but she ran to him and spilled every single one of my plans to catch Escobar to him.

“I was stupid enough to give her the information in the first place, but she went and told Salvador. I didn’t know it was her, because I’d told a few of my informants the same information so I couldn’t exactly pin point who it was.

“But when I told her that I was seeing someone, she hated it. She wanted me all to herself. She found out that it was you that I was seeing and wanted you dead so that I’d go running back to her for a fuck.

“Salvador knows of you, so she thought what a better way that to hatch a plan to kill you and get me back. She called me in a panic weeks before the mission saying that she had information but she wanted a visa into the states before she told me anything.

“So, I gave her the visa and she gave me the location of Salvador. Hermosa I promise you I had no idea that the raid was a trap. I had no fucking clue that she was working for that asshole. And I’m so fucking sorry that I was the one that caused you that pain.

“I found out she was working for him the second you got home. After I dropped you off at the hospital, i stayed up all night thinking how it could have gone wrong. Then, Camila called me. She said she wanted to meet up for a few drinks and see how I was feeling after the raid. I knew then that it was her. How could she have known what happened so quickly? She was in Medellín and what happened to you was in Bogotá.”

You looked at Javi with wide eyes and confusion. Normally you can tell when he’s lying, or when he’s trying to play someone. But this time, you can’t see any of his usual tells.

Have you been thinking this whole time that he’s been after a power grab, where really he was as clueless as you? Had he actually been set up by Camila?

“Javi.” You whisper, remembering where you are. “We need to complete the mission. Then we can talk about what you just said.”

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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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.

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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The Cybers Part 3

Javier Pena x Fem Reader!

A continuation from The Cybers part 2

Summary - Your return to work was difficult, after the heated encounter with Javier, could you even be in the same room with him, without thinking about what he’s done to you?

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of blood and death.

Word count - 2.2k

Notes - A lil filler until the next part. I hope ya’ll are enjoyin this series cos i certinaly am! Pls excuse any spelling mistakes, i was v tired writing this and my eyes are not what they used to be

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The whole reception of the embassy's eyes was on you and Javier. Quiet whispers were being said, while you and Javier stood still. His hand was still wrapped around your arm, holding you in place.

His breathing was heavy and harsh, just like his gaze. His eyes burned into yours with anger. “Come with me.” He grunted, tugging your arm in the direction he wanted to go.

There was a more pressing matter at hand. You’d been so distracted by your encounter with him, that you had just begun to feel the pain of the stab wound.

Your feet were glued to the ground, refusing to go anywhere with the man that made that stab wound possible. “Let me go Pena.” You said with a low voice, the pain being too much for you to withstand another screaming match with him.

He didn’t turn his head to you. He looked around the reception of the embassy at everyone's prying eyes. “What the fuck are you all looking at!” He shouted. “Do you all have some work to do?!”

The prying eyes were scrambling to find something to do, other than look at you both.

For the first time, you took Javier’s hand from your arm and held it for a moment, then let go, his hand falling to his side. In those few moments, your heart fluttered like it once did for him. It felt warmth and love just by touching him. His skin was as soft as you remember.

You remember those nights when he’d come home later than you. He’d sneak in, careful not to wake you. What he didn’t know was that you were always awake when he wasn’t yet home from work. You’d sit up in bed and wait for the keys to turn in the door, then quickly lay down and pretend to be asleep. He’d quietly get undressed and slip under the covers and get at close to you as he could and you’d both fall asleep together.

You could never sleep when he would work late. In fear that something had happened to him on the job.

Shame he didn’t have that same feeling for you. After all, he was the one who caused you this pain.

“I can’t do this right now Pena. I need to go.” You say, the pain getting worse the more you stand around.

He turns around to look at you, the pain clear on your face. “Is it really that painful for you to even look at me?” He said with brows raised. He knew you hated him, for reasons to him that were unknown, but he didn’t know you hated him that much to be disgusted by his presence.

He took a step forward which made you flinch. This made things much worse. The sudden jolt of your body made a few more stitches pop out, the wound now fully open and seeping with more blood. Your shirt had absorbed all the blood it possibly could manage and now began to drip to the floor.

“I need to get cleaned up before I bleed out on the embassy floor.” You mutter, turning from him and making haste for the bathroom.

You burst through the doors and start taking your shirt off. Every button that you’d undo sent a sharp pain to your side, making you wince. You shrugged your shirt off your shoulders, leaving you in your bra and slacks. The paper towels by the sink weren’t enough. You’d bled through them all within seconds.

“Shit.” You muttered, taking the toilet paper from the bathroom stalls to attempt to stop the bleeding until you could get to the hospital.

“Do you need some help?” Javier’s voice made you jump.

“Fuck! Don’t scare me like that! And you need to get out of here.” You say, rolling your eyes at the fact he’d followed you into the women’s bathroom.

This man really doesn’t know what leave me alone means.

“Let me take you to the hospital. You’re about to bleed out.” He states.

“Jesus Captain Obvious, ya think!” You said sarcastically.

Javier walked over to you. “Jesus Christ I’m trying to help you here. After that stunt you pulled in that meeting I shouldn’t even be in here right now!”

Is he fucking serious?

You cackled at the sheer cheek of him. “The stunt I pulled! I wouldn’t even be in here trying to not bleed out if it wasn’t for you!” You shouted. His arrogance taking your mind away from the pain.

His fists balled up at his side, and he took a step back. “Fine. Bleed out on the floor. Like I care anymore.” He spat, shifting his eyes from yours to the blood, then back to you.

He hesitated for a moment, really not wanting you to be in here, in this situation. He wanted to be at home, in bed with you, listening to you ramble on about how everyone in your division annoys you. Listening to you singing in the shower and telling him what a bad cook he is.

But instead, he was walking out of the bathroom, leaving you to fend for yourself.

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“Hey guys. Thanks for picking me up.” You sighed at the sight of Connie and Steve leaning against their car in the parking lot of the hospital.

The doctors gave you a blood transfusion and stitched you up. They kept you overnight for observation and instructed you to keep off your feet for at least two weeks. When you arrived at the hospital, you were about ten minutes away from bleeding out, so you were very thankful for Nancy, one of the receptionists in the Embassy, came into the bathroom and found you passed out in a pool of blood.

She quickly called an ambulance and you arrived just in time. Otherwise, you’d have been known as the CIA agent that died in the bathroom of the American Embassy.

What a way to go

There were no unexpected visits from Javier while you were there, and thank god. It was crazy how you’d spent the last five years of your life with a man who never loved you. Who threw it all away just so he could be the big man and catch the killer.

Spending the night in the hospital had you thinking about it all. You’d refused to think or even talk about what happened with anyone, even Connie, because it hurt to much. The pain from being stabbed, set on fire, and shot at were all physical. You could recover from those things with time, but mental pain? That’s a whole different story.

You’d thought of excuses for him at first. Was he held at gunpoint and forced to feed you bad information to save somebody’s life? Was he being blackmailed into doing it?

But, Javier would never give in to any of those things. He’d never let someone have power over him. He’d rather die than give them the satisfaction. And then it hit you.

He did this to you, Javier Pena did this to you so that he could be the one to say that he caught the most wanted man on America’s hit list.

What a headline that would be.

Someone from the DEA, catching someone on the CIA’s most wanted list.

He would make history.

He was making a power grab, and that is what hurt you the most. That he used you, the woman who he promised his life. Was used for him to be a hero in the eyes of the world.

Connie ran over to you, taking the bag from your shoulder that Steve dropped off yesterday for you, and helping you into the back of the car. “What are we going to do with you eh? You’re just a walkin’ disaster girl.” Steve said, getting in the driver’s seat.

Connie smacked his arm and sat in the back seat with you. “Ignore him, I do.” She rolled her eyes and helped you put your seatbelt on. “How are you feeling hon?”

How were you feeling?

‘Well the man I loved and deep down am still in love with used me as a power grab so that he’d be the one to catch Salvador and eventually Escobar all by himself. He set me up and left me for dead. So yeah, aside from that I’m peachy’

That is what you wanted to say. Instead, you cried.

You’d cried harder than you ever had before.

And it wasn’t stopping. Steve kept driving, his heart-breaking each time you took a breath in to cry some more. Connie sat with her arm around you, stroking your hair while you cried into her shoulder.

The whole drive was silent aside from your cries.

“We’re here Con.” Steve muttered, breaking the silence between them.

You lifted your head from Connie’s shoulder and looked outside. You looked up at your apartment building and to your surprise, a single tear fell from your eyes.

You didn’t want to go back there to that place that wasn’t your home. That place was never your home. Your home was with Javier, but that wasn’t a possibility anymore.

“Do you want me to stay with you for a little while? I don’t have work for a few days so I can stay with you if you’d like?” She said sweetly, rubbing your shoulder.

“Is the offer still on the table for me to stay with you guys?” You sniffled, the tears finally stopping.

Connie sighed, giving you a sympathetic smile. “The offer never went away. It’ll always be an option for you hon.”

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“Now are you sure you’re ready for this agent? I don’t want to have to fill out another report where you’ve almost bled out in my Embassy bathrooms.” The Embassador folded his arms, raising his brows at you from his seat.

You stood with your arms by your side. “Yes sir. I’ve had plenty of time off to fully recover. All of my injuries are healed and I’ve been given the all clear from my doctors that I can return to the field.” You said confidently.

The last four weeks had been the description of hell.

No work.

No cigarettes.

No alcohol.

No doing anything for yourself.

Connie had catered to your every need. She’d cook for you, tuck you into bed, hell, she even used to stand by the bathroom door and wait for you to finishing peeing.

You loved her for it, but it was too much. The doctor told you to rest for another few weeks after your check up, but you insisted that you had to get back to work. He was hesitant at first, not wanting you to end up like you did last time, but he was impressed with how fast you’d been healing. He said you’d need to take medication everyday for the next two weeks, but he allowed you to return to work.

Connie deep down was sad that you were going back to work. Steve however couldn’t have been happier. He jumped from his seat on the couch when you and Connie got back from the hospital and told him the news.

He drove you both to work this morning, making sure before you got out of the car that you were ready to go back and if you wanted to take some more time off, nobody would judge you. But, even if you weren’t ready, you couldn’t take another second of Connie over your shoulder 24/7.

He gave you a smile and a nod as he headed to the DEA floor, and you headed to the Ambassadors office for your meeting.

He scanned his eyes over some papers in front of him and signed a few. “Now, I didn’t want to put you straight in the field, so for the next few days, we’ll see how you get on with some paperwork.”

“Sir, excuse me for speaking out, but I’m the head of operations within my division. I can’t sit back and do paperwork while my guys are out there risking their lives. I need to be out there with them.” You pleaded.

“Agent, the only field mission available right now is with agent Pena.” He said, clearing his throat.

Your heart clenched at his name. Your mind started to bring back the images of you two together and happy.

“I’d be happy to be on that mission sir. I want to get this bastard more than anyone.” You said, clearing your mind of the thoughts.

He pondered for a second. He didn’t think it was a good idea putting you with Pena after the last encounter you both had, but you were the best agent in this whole building. It’d be useless putting you on paperwork duty.

“If I let you on this job, I do not want a repeat of what happened in my board room. I want this job to be clean and quick. With as few casualties as possible.” He was very clear with his words.

“Not a repeat of what happened and no casualties, you got it Sir.” You said and nodded.

“Okay then. There’s a de briefing in twenty minutes. I’d advise you freshen yourself up, grab your gear and head to the DEA. They’ve taken the reins while you’ve been gone.”

“Thank you sir.” You ignored what he said about the DEA taking over your hunt for Salvador and headed for the door.

“Agent?” The ambassador spoke.

You turned your head to him, “It’s good to have you back.” For the first time in your career at the embassy, he smiled.

“It’s good to be back.”

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Masterlist

here’s a masterlist of all past, present and ongoing reads, from the mighty fine characters that Pedro plays.. enjoy

Pedro Pascal

Javier Peña

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The Cybers Part 2

Javier Pena x Fem Reader

Continuation of The Cybers Javier x Reader

Summary - the hospital had been the worst place for you to be. With Javier being able to see you at any point, you needed to get out, recover and get back to work.

What you didn’t expect is on your return, you’d have to work with the man that almost got you killed

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of death and funerals. Blood and hospitals

Word count - 2.4k

Notes - eeek! I think a part 3 is on the cards

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The ride to the hospital was quick. Javi had drove at light speed to get you there. The jeep tires screeched against the road in front of the hospital. He jumped out from the drivers seat and almost tour off the back door. He scooped you up in his arms, his heart clenching the pool of blood gathering in the seat.

He ran into the hospital, screaming for someone to help. 3 nurses ran over, asking Javier different questions in Spanish. He responded, and they ran quickly to gather what they needed.

You were put onto a stretcher and wheeled quickly down to an operating room. Javier ran with the stretcher, staying close to your head.

“It’s ok cariño. It’s all going to be okay.” He whispered sweet words to you.

The nurses stopped Javier from moving any further as they were approaching the operating room. They told him he couldn’t go any further, and he kicked up a fuss.

Shouting profanities at the nurses was all he could do as he watched your body be wheeled away.

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“Now, you’ve only just got out of the hospital, so I don’t want you anywhere near work for the next two week!” Connie scolded you, wheeling you into an apartment you’ve rented while you recover.

“You and I both know Con, that as soon as we leave, she’ll be callin’ someone from that CIA division and put the fear of god into ‘em until they give her somethin’ to do.” Steve laughed, placing the bags you had from the hospital on the floor.

You look around the place you’re now supposed to call home. But it doesn’t feel like home at all. Your eyes scan the place. The walls are a dirty yellow colour from the previous owners smoking habits. The furniture is outdated and worn. The appliances are old and on the verge of breaking.

But it’ll have to do.

A small tear slips from your eyes and Connie rubs your shoulder. “Honey, are you sure you won’t stay with me and Steve until you’re x all better?” She asks, with sadness in her voice.

“No, I can’t do that to you both. You need to live your lives. I’ll be ok here until I find something else.” You say.

There was no way you were going back to the apartment, not after what happened.

Not after what he did.

You’d asked Connie to search for a cheap place for you to live when you got out of hospital, making it extremely clear you would not be going back home.

She fought you on it for a few days, but she eventually agreed. Within such short notice, the only place available was this. It was either here, or the hospital, and you weren’t staying in that hospital a day longer than you had to.

Because he could visit. At least here, you could bolt the doors and stack the door high so he couldn’t get in.

No matter how many times you told the hospital security you didn’t want him anywhere near your room, he was down of your point of contact. So if anything were to happen, he was the one to call.

The more you thought about it, the more upset you became. Steve noticed and tried to lighten the mood. “All we need is a few beers and a kickin’ stereo and this is party central!” He cheered, doing what can only be described as the worst attempt at a cowboy shuffle to ever exist.

You laughed at his stupid comment and horrific moves. “If you ever say or dance anything like that again, I will murder you, you hillbilly.” You chuckle, wheeling yourself into the kitchen.

Connie laughed at Steve’s pouty face and gave him a hug.

“If you need anything at all sweetie, we are a phone call away.” Connie said, blowing you a kiss from the front door.

“I know, thank you so much. To the both of you.”

“You’re welcome. Now get some much needed rest okay? We’ll come by in the morning and take you out for some breakfast!” Connie smiled, patting Steve on the back and shooing him out the door.

“Let’s go you dancing hillbilly and let the girl have some peace. She’s had enough of you.” Connie smacked Steve’s bum, making him yelp and jump forward out of the door.

She laughed and closed the door, sending you a wink before doing so.

“So this it is.” You said to yourself, wheeling yourself around the place you now call home.

Thankfully, Connie picked a place that had some wheelchair access. She knew that you’d be unable to walk on your own for at least 4 weeks, so she hunted for ground floor apartments with as little steps as possible, and she found this.

The injuries you sustained after that day were almost life changing. If they jammed the knife into you one more time, it would have shredded your nervous system. If you stayed even one minute longer in the burning building of the whore house, your lungs would have collapsed.

You avoided death more times that anyone that day. The doctors said you were the luckiest son of a bitch they’d ever seen. There’s no way you should have survived the injuries. But somehow you did.

Just like Steve said you’d do, you call the office. One of the assistants answered the phone and caved the moment you raised your voice at them to send someone over with some information.

If you were going to be stuck in this chair for another two weeks, you’d better get something to occupy your mind.

——-

Swapping out 6 inch heels for trainers was a challenge. It was like Bambi on ice at first, but you managed somehow. It sounds strange, that it should be the other way round, but not with you.

Whenever you’d be in work, the clicking of your heels was the favourite part of your day. It was your soundtrack. Everyone in the office would know that you were on the move. But with sneakers, all that could be heard was the light squelch noise they make against the hardwood flooring.

Not the most intimidating sound.

The recovery was speedier than you thought. You were up on your feet two days after you got out of the hospital. The pain still there from all the injuries and surgery’s, but the doctors gave you the strongest pain meds they could.

“Good morning everyone!” You chirped, walking into the board room.

Everyone’s eyes turned to yours, and all rising from their seats to look at you. “What the hell are you doing back? You’re supposed to be on leave for another week!” The Ambassador said, the shock clear in his voice from of you standing in front of him.

“Well I’m here. And ready to work.” You walk to your empty chair in the room, taking a seat carefully. Everyone else slowly sat down, all with confused looks on their faces. “So, what have I missed.”

You scan your eyes around the room to see everyone here, but there’s an empty seat.

The Amabssador mentions a few more times about your ‘very early return to work’, but you brush him off, telling him everything is okay and you’re ready to continue and get stuck in.

“Well, what happened on the mission was not a great success.” The Amabassadors eyes land on you, being careful with his words.

“As we all know, we lost four great agents that day. And it was nearly five. But we managed to wipe Salvador’s main hackers off the map. One is currently in custody and one is dead.” The Ambassador stops, and all eyes turn to the board room doors.

“Sorry I’m late everybody, I was sorting out some things.” Javier steps into the room, clutching some files and a cup of coffee.

The bags under his eyes are a deep shade of purple. His hair is messy and his clothing looks dirty. Usually, Javier is very particular about how he looks. He doesn’t like to think of himself and vein, but everyone who knows Javi, knows he loves himself just a little too much.

Your eyes quickly avert him, and you sink down in your chair, praying that he won’t notice your here. You haven’t seen him since his final visit to you in the hospital, the day after you had your surgery.

Javi had waited and waited and waited until he was finally able to see you in the recovery room. The moment he stepped in the door, you screamed for security to get him out. He couldn’t even open his mouth to speak before he was dragged out by his arms and thrown onto the street.

He tried again later on at night, but he didn’t get much further. He managed to walk into the room just as you were waking up. He took two steps in the room before he got dragged out again. He’d swore to go back the day after, hoping you’d calmed down and let him tell you his side of the story, but it was too late.

You checked yourself out of the hospital the morning after, and recovered from your new apartment. Javi hadn’t seen you since, and he’d been a wreck.

Without you, he turned back to his old ways. Sleeping with informants, drinking until he couldn’t feel anymore and smoking until he felt like there was no oxygen left in his lungs.

“Agent Pena is here to update us all on the newest findings about Salvador and the Cybers.” The Amabssador cleared his throat, while Javi set his things onto the table and turned to the large white board.

“So, we’ve been tracking Salavador’s moves after the stunt he pulled. And he’s been in hiding. There’s been no chatter about the plan to do with JFK airport from The Narcos side. But, I got some intel from one of the DEA’s informants that Salavdor is planning on meeting one of Escobars scarios to discuss the next move. I think we should plan a small team to stake out the area, and have a team on stand by to go in and strike both of those bastards.” Javi uses a map of central Bogata and circles possible locations the meeting will take place.

“Maybe this time your information won’t be a load of shit.” You mutter under your breath, but everyone’s eyes land on you.

Oops

You sink into your chair further, wanting to melt into the floor. Javier drops the pen on the floor and spins around in the direction of the comment. His eyes land on you and rage fills his body.

He slams his hands down on the table. “Are you really questioning my abilities to do my job agent?” He spits with venom in his voice.

What the fuck?

You stand from your seat and slam your hands on the table. The stitches from one of your stab wounds pops, sending a sharp pain through your body. You ignore the small amount of blood leaking from the wound.

“I’m questioning on how reliable your intel is agent. Because, and correct me if I’m wrong, but the last intel you gave me and my guys was what got them killed. And sent me to the hospital. So, agent, is your intel good? Or is the CIA going to have to plan another four funerals?”

The fury in your bones is so intense, you didn’t realise you were clenching your fists so hard your palms were bleeding.

The Ambassador stands, slamming his hands on the desk. “You two, out and into my office! Now!” He shouts, you not taking your eyes from Javier.

He doesn’t back down, and neither do you. You stare at each other with hatred. If it wasn’t for the stab wound currently making your white shirt red, you’d have jumped over this table and strangled him.

“Right, everybody out! Now!” The Ambassador shouts, making everyone rush to their feet and out of the room.

“Sit! The both of you before I ship your asses back home.” He rolls his eyes, walking around the room.

You both sit at the same time, your eyes still locked on his like a missile.

“Now, I understand that what has happened is upsetting for both the DEA and the CIA. But what I won’t have is this in my meetings.” He shakes his head, doing circles around the table.

“You two are in these meetings for a reason. You’re both brilliant agents and deserve to be here. What happened a few weeks ago was a tragic incident. But, having a screaming match in my Embassy isn’t going to solve anything.

So whatever’s happening here, stops now. You two are going to have to put whatever differences you have aside and work together. This mission to capture and kill Salavador has been going on for way to long. This needs to be done. And then you two can go back to hating each other on your own time.” He sits back in his chair at the top of the table.

“Pena, the presentation you made at the start, the mission with the teams. I think it’s a good idea. You should take her with you and stake out the place. I’ll have some of the tactical team take care of the ground work. I want both of you on this and not a single complaint, you hear me?” He asks you both.

You and Javier give quick nods and stand quickly from the table and walk to the door. You head out first and head to the bathroom, needing to tend to your wound as soon as possible.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me. We’re not done!” Javier shouts, hot on your heels.

“Piss off Pena. I don’t have anything to say to you.” You spit, the bathroom door seeming further and further away.

He catches up to you, the pain slowing you down. His hand wraps around the top of your arm. You spin around and smack his arm from yours.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again!” You scream, not caring who’s eyes or ears are prying.

Javier’s nostrils flare with anger and his hands ball into fists. “I’ll do whatever I want. And if I want to fucking touch you, I will.”

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The Cybers

JAVIER PEÑA X FEM READER

Summary - Javier and you had been working together to catch one of the CIA’s most wanted. The Cybers. The DEA and CIA came to an agreement, to swap over information about each departments most wanted.

You plan a mission to catch your most wanted man, but can you trust the information you’d been given? Or does the DEA have a hidden agenda?

Warnings - Mention of räpe, violence, blood, guns, swearing, kissing

Word count- 3k +

Notes- I am so freaking proud of this one! If this one takes off I will maybe make a part 2 for my lovies but y’all gotta lemme know what ya thank. Pls enjoy

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You stir in your sleep, hearing the dreaded sound of Javier’s stupid alarm ringing.

“Will you turn that god damn thing of Javi! I don’t have to get up for another five minutes.” You groan, using Javi’s once used pillow to cover your face.

Javi chuckles, buttoning up his plumb shirt and sliding his yellow aviators into the v neck. “Baby, it’s nearly six. You need to get up.”

A inhuman sound comes from your throat. You throw the covers off you in protest and head to the bathroom to shower.

You exit the bathroom and quickly change into your mission clothes.

Today was the big day. A mission you’d be planning for months. The time had come to catch Fabio Salvador. The man on the CIA’s most wanted list for the last five years.

And you were going to be the one to catch him. You. The only woman in the CIA division in the American Embassy in Colombia.

The countless nights of fishing for intel, hanging around in dirty bars waiting for the men on your watchlist to hit on you and get them drunk enough to spill their dirty secrets has finally paid off.

Salvador had been planning an attack on JFK airport for months. You and the other CIA agents had heard whispers at first, and none of you belived that he would try something so reckless.

He’d been a wanted man for a while, planning cyber attacks all over America, but to go as far as trying to blow up an airport, that was a new and unbelievable low for the wanted man. And it’d been your job to kill the fucker before he got the chance.

How could he fund something like this? You’d always wondered, since he’d hack into small banks around the US and steal small amounts of money to fund his dealings in Colombia. But where was he getting this cash from?

The Narcos.

Pablo Escobar had an interest in taking down the US since the introduction of extradition. And he thought the only way of getting back without raising suspicion on himself, he’d pay someone else to do it.

The DEA had caught wind of some strange transactions going on between the narcos and the cybers; Salvador’s crew. And since you were the lead in the operation for catching Salvador for the last five years, they came to you for intel and to offer their help.

That’s how you met Javier. You’d heard of him from his office antics, wanting to take a peak at the man behind the rumours. And boy, when you did get a peak, it was a mouth watering one indeed.

The CIA heads and DEA heads all met in the board room of the Embassy to discuss their next move. Since you’d been running the show, the Ambassador let you take the lead.

You’d shared whatever intel there was to the DEA and they to you. You got some good tips, but while presenting your intel, your eyes kept wandering and your thoughts also. The wandering eyes kept landing on Peña. He couldn’t take his eyes of your sweet lips. He thought about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you on the large table.

And later he did those things.

You thought it was a one time thing, but once turned into thirty times. And eventually, your feelings for one another grew. And five years later, you were living together in your shared apartment, with the love of your life.

You buttoned up your white, short sleeved shirt and tucked your gun into the waist band of your jeans. The smell of coffee and burning toast brought your attention to the kitchen. Where javi had made a failed attempt at breakfast before work.

“Uh, javi?” You said, looking at him with a raised brow.

He spun around to face you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip with hunger, hoping to get a quick work out session in before you both had to leave.

“The toast?” You said, the smell of the toast burning becoming stronger.

“Shit!” He shouted, turning off the appliance and throwing the toast into the bin.

You chuckled and walked around to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “You are a disaster with breakfast, but thank you for trying honey.”

“I just wanted to make the start of your day special. Since the end will be amazing, I wanted the start to be to.” He pouted with a sad look in his eyes.

You traced the pad of your thumb over the crease that sat in between his brows. “It’s always an amazing morning just being with you.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead. “Now, time for a work check!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

You took a few steps back and put your hands on your hips; ready to answer his checklist.

“Gun?”

“Check!” You answered.

“Badge?”

“Check!”

“Vest?”

“Ch-not check!” You shouted, running into the bedroom to grab your bullet proof vest.

“Now that is one of the most important things on the check list and you’ve forgot!” You heard him shout while you scrambled for your vest.

You returned to the kitchen with your vest strapped to your chest. “Vest check!” You said with a beaming smile

Javier grins, thinking to himself, how the hell did I get so lucky?

You thought the same. How on earth you could tie down such a fine man. A man who had sworn off relationships years ago, yet here he is in the kitchen, performing yours and his daily checklist before going to work.

Javi cups your face giving your cheeks a light squeeze. “Don’t you don’t go dying and come home to me.” He says like every morning before work.

“Don’t you go dying and come home to me.” You repeat, leaning into him for an embrace.

This was a part of your morning routine. Wake up, complete the work checklist, and say the nine worded line to each other and head off to work.

Even thought you both were careful in every single way in both of your jobs, the thought always lingered whenever you’d go on missions apart from each other.

The DEA and the CIA are completely different departments, so when one of you had a mission, the other was anxious all day until the other arrived home in more or less one piece.

——-

You and Javi arrived at the Embassy and gave each other a quick kiss. He was the nervous Nelly today. He knew how important this mission was for you. You’d be planning it for months, and thankfully the pieces finally came together when one of Javi’s old informants came forward with some information of Salvador’s wear abouts today.

Javi passed that information to you in a heartbeat, knowing that it would put the final piece of the puzzle together and finally catch the fucker who’d taken up five long years of your life.

He’s thankful in a sadistic way. Because without Salavador, he never would have met you. If Escobar didn’t approach the Cybers, the CIA and DEA would never have worked together. And for that he is thankful that you came into his life.

This mornings work had to be done quick, as Salvador’s location was time dependant. If you left to early, suspicion would rise. If you left too late, you would have missed him.

You’d planned everything accordingly. Even making sure you had added some extra time incase Javi wanted to get abit frisky before leaving for work. Thankfully he didn’t, so you have an extra ten minutes to de brief the team for the day.

Mendez, Kelly, Gilberto and Fernandez were yours guys today. A small team but a very big mission. You took the agents that you could trust, who had worked closely with you in catching members of the Cybers.

“Ok boys, are we ready to roll out in five?” You slam your palms against the table.

The four men sit around your office table, with excited looks on their faces. They all chant in unison.

“Have a smoke, take a piss or do whatever you boys do. But I want you buy those cars in five. Let’s go and catch these fuckers!” You clap, sending the boys out of your office.

You do your own little work check, quietly saying to yourself the checklist. Once your done, you take a deep breath in. Your eyes wander to the board full of information on the Cybers, with a large bullseye target surrounding the picture of Salavador at the top of the board.

You walk over to it, take the red marker pen and draw an ‘X’ across his picture. “It’s time for you to die, you piece of shit.” You mutter, popping the cap back onto the marker and smiling.

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From the information provided, Salavador should be arriving at any moment. The cars you and your team drove down in have been parked down the street, close enough for a quick get away if things go south.

You and your team get into position, taking cover behind a half broken brick wall. You give silent instructions to your ground team, having word from Kelly who was scoping the place out from the roof that Salavador has arrived.

The meeting is taking place in a run down brothel, still with active hookers, but this place is reserved for the elite of the gangs. Especially the Cybers.

You peak your head slowly out from behind the wall and catch sight of the back of Salvador’s head. You’ve seen the man twice in real life, and each time he’s managed to slip through your fingers.

Not this fucking time!

He entered the building, and now was your chance to strike. You were armed with silencers. You thought this was the best way to go, as the location Salavador picked, is known as a Narcos area, so any sound of gun shots will trigger any Narcos in the area.

Checking your six’s, you signal two of your men to stay behind and keep watch, only to move once you’ve given the clear from near the entrance.

You quickly run over to the door, your back pressed against the wall of the entrance. You silently signal Mendez to head inside first, while you waited to see if any unwanted arrivals turn up and blow your mission.

Mendez heads into the building, keeping his gun close to his chest, ready to fire at will.

This wasn’t an arresting type of mission. This was a kill mission. It didn’t matter who got shot in the process, as long as Salvador was killed. That’s all you cared about.

A few moments went by and you heard nothing.

You took it as a sign to signal the other two men to take over your position while you head inside to investigate.

“You two stand here. If you hear anything going on inside that involves gun shots, get the fuck out of hear. I don’t want any of you tangled up in Narcos business you understand?” You tell your boys with a hard look on your face.

They nodded and held their positions by the door, eyes set into hawk mode looking for any suspicious activity.

You push the door open slightly, and slip inside, gun at the ready. The hallway is damp and dirty, with empty bottles and bags of white powder scattered everywhere. The first room you scope out has nothing. The second room, a young girl lies on a dirty mattress, passed out.

After you cleared out downstairs, you head up the creaky stairs, trying to be quiet. There’s faint music coming from down the hall that just happens to be the room where the door is closed.

“Mendez!” You whisper shout, hoping he’s just swooping another room.

Nothing.

You carry on down the hall until you reach the closed room. You reach for the door handle, but a large hand wraps around your mouth and throat, making you drop your gun and shout.

“Ahhh, my little Princess has finally decided to come and see me.” A deep, groggy voice whispers in your ear.

Salavdor.

His cold hand wraps around your throat tighter and his hand around your mouth gets tighter. You try and kick your back legs to hurt him, but it’s no luck. He drags you backwards into an empty room and throws you against the floor, your head hitting the dirty wooden floorboards.

Salavdor stalks over to you and give you a swift and harsh kick to the stomach. “Did you honestly think you could catch me!” He shouts. “You thought you could walk into my brothel and kill me! Ha! You are one stupid girl.”

He kicks you in the stomach again and you curl up and groan, the pain getting increasingly worse. He leans down to your level and takes out a pocket knife, using the tip to push your hair back from your face.

“Now, now, what are we going to do with you eh?” He taunts, running the knife along your jaw, making small cuts the further down he gets.

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The heat from the fire of the brothel is hot. It’s slowing you down but you have to keep running. Your legs grow weaker every stride that you take, but you can’t stop.

They’ll find you, and they’ll kill you.

Hot, red blood seeps from your forehead down to the base of your neck. It leaks from your stomach and legs but you have to keep pushing. This neighbour hood is bad enough. If they see an injuried cop, you will be like a play toy to them.

You run, and run until your vision gets blurry.

Just a little bit longer

The flesh wound from the bullet you dodged has left your forearm open and just waiting for an infection. The stinging pain would normally send someone into shock, but your main concern is getting home.

You don’t care if you die at home, you just need to be off these streets. What a Cyber or Narcos would do to get their hands on a US agents dead body. They’d have a fucking field day.

The stairs to your apartment are rough, each stair feeling like a flight of them. Eventually, you make it, the spare key still being under the door mat, you let yourself in.

“What the fuck!” You hear Javiers faint voice shout from somewhere.

You drop to your knees and hit your back against the door. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head, but a soft hand on your cheek brings you back.

With what little strength you have, you smack the hand away and slowly stand up. “Don’t touch me.” You say quietly. The smoke in your lugs from the fire has taken up a lot of room in your lungs.

“You need to get to the hospital baby, what the hell happened! we need to go now!” Javier shouts, ushering you to the door.

You slam your hands against his chest, the move sending you back a few steps but you manage to balance yourself.

“You happened!” You point at him, tears forming in your eyes.

Javier looks confused, and heartbroken. You have cuts from head to toe from where they butchered you. The flesh wound from the bullet ripped into the skin on your forearm. You have bruises and red marks on every inch of your skin.

He just wants to kiss them all better for you, but he will do that once he gets you to the hospital.

“Baby, let’s go.” He pushes, taking gentle steps towards you.

“It was you! Your fucking bad information from your stupid fucking whore that got my whole team killed and almost me!” You scream at him, taking out the pocket knife you somehow held onto in your pocket and pointing it at him.

He steps back, holding his hands up in defence.

“Whoa, what are you doing! What the hell are you talking about!” He says, worry in his voice.

“You need to get to the hospital! Look at you! You’re covered in stab wounds and you’ve been shot for fucks sake! We need to go now! Put the fucking knife down would you and get in the car!” He shouts.

“You wanna know what I’m talking about huh?” You say, stepping closer to Javier, waving the knife around as you speak.

“Im talking about the fact that the Salavdor meeting was a set up to kill me and my team. That your silly informant gave you dud information. She got paid by Salavdor to feed you that info to feed to me. So yeah, this is your fault Javier. I got stabbed, shot at, hell, nearly almost raped and burned alive because you trusted some skank.” You cant hold back the tears any longer.

The stress of what’s unfolded in the last 7 hours has taken a toll on your body. The fighting for your life, the torture, escaping a burning building, watching your team be killed right in front of you. It’s all too much for one person to handle. The adrenaline releases from your body, the pain now taking over.

You drop to the floor and everything goes black.

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#javierpena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #pedro x reader #pedro pascal #narcos #pedro pascal x reader

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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Pop Princess

Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader

Summary - you’re a superstar. Having performed on some of the most famous and largest stages in the world, you are in your peak.

You’re a huge Star Wars fan and when you get invited to The Mandalorian Season 1 premier by an old fried, you meet an unexpected man, who you never thought would catch your eye…

Warnings - Swearing & mention of kissing.

Notes- I’ve been throwing this idea around in my head for so long, I just never knew how I’d want it to play out. Well finally I think I made it go in an ok directionnnnn, anyways enjoy😬

Also I apologise for past and future posts for BUTCHERING the beautiful Spanish language😢

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Adrenalin.

A euphoric high, combined from nerves, excitement and thrill. That is how it felt for you every time you picked up the microphone & sang to hundreds, if not thousands of people.

The bass from your music blasting through the huge stadium speakers sends vibrations up and down your body as you dance to the ending of your final song of the night.

“Thank you so much Miami! You have been amazing! Goodnight!” You cheer into the bejewelled black microphone & jump down the disappearing part of the stage.

Your fans still screaming for more as you use the crawl space under the stairs and head to your dressing room to wind down.

“Amazing job tonight killer Queen!”

“Best show of the tour so far!”

“You never fail to amaze us!”

The crew shout as you walk past them. You smile at everyone as you walk into your dressing room, your manager following closely behind.

“Uh, Ben. Can I have just ten minutes to myself before we talk?” You ask, throwing yourself on one of the couches in your dressing room.

Ben, your tour manager of four years sits on the armchair across from you. “I’ll just be brief.” He says.

But it’s never brief.

You roll your eyes and rest your head on the top of the couch, ready to heard whatever Ben has to say about the show. He always has some input on how you can be more energetic or more enthusiastic on stage. And you always tell him the same thing.

“Now that show was brilliant, don’t get me wrong.” His thick British accent makes it really hard to be annoyed with what he says. “But I think you could just be-“

“More energetic sweetheart. You are amazing already but the show needs more sparkle!” you mock him, with a terrible attempt at his accent.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes is quickly. “I do not sound like that.” He whines.

“Well no. But, you do say that to me after every show. And I always give my all when I’m out there.” You say.

He sits in the back of his chair and crosses his arms. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the fans need more. Maybe more fireworks or more dancers or-“

“Ben.” You sternly say his name, knowing where this is going.

“I love you, but you need to get out of my dressing room.” You say as sweetly as possible.

“Fine! If you don’t want to hear about my amazing ideas, then I’ll go and tell them to someone how appreciated them!” He taunts, standing from the chair and swaying his hips to the door.

“I hear Danny from sound looooves your ideas! Go tell him!” You shout, silently thanking the heavens that he’s leaving.

Ben leaves you at peace, and you settle back into the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table.

Just as you’re about to sigh, there’s a knock at the door.

“God damn it! Can’t a girl just have five minutes of peace after doing a very long two hour work out while also singing!” You groan, hoping the person behind the door can hear you and will take it as a hint to leave.

“I guess I’ll just leave you to it then princesa del pop.” A beautiful, husky voice shouts from the other side of the door.

It’s a voice you’ve been waiting to hear for 10 days. And you’ve been itching to see the beautiful face behind it.

You jump from the couch, using the last bit of your energy and make a b-line for the door.

“Pedro!” You scream, jumping into his arms. You wrap your legs around his hips and he grips onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Hello baby. Have you missed me?” He chuckles speaking into your hair.

You give him a big squeeze and jump down from his embrace. Your lips crash against his in a hungry but loving kiss.

Your lips move together in sync, releasing all the built up tension of not being able to kiss his sweet lips for so long.

When you break from the kiss, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I only managed to catch the last forty minutes but you were amazing tonight my little superstar.” He says sweetly, his voice like honey.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”

“Well I had to sneak away from set and get one of the assistants to lie for me to make it, but I’m here.” Pedro plants a quick kiss to your lips.

He takes your hand into his and you both walk into your dressing room. You notice he’s not in his usual casual attire. He has makeup still on from filming and his hair is all messily done.

“Did you-did you literally take of from the Mando set and rush here for me?” You ask with a serious tone.

“I would have been here sooner, but the fuckers make me take the suit off the second the cameras are off and we’re done filming. Normally I head over to wardrobe to take off all the under garments that go under the suit, but I escaped before they could catch me.” He chuckles, dressed in an all black mesh outfit.

You gasp at him. “Yeah because last time you came to one of my shows in the whole fucking suit. And got so drunk that you drank beer out of the helmet. And then threw up in it once you drank all of the beer.” You laughed, sitting next to him on the couch. He pats his knee for you to put your legs up and you do with gratitude.

“And you know that it’s against the Creed that you should never take your helmet off in front of a living being.” You smirk, knowing he hates how much you love the show.

He tuts and rolls his eyes. “My god you need to get a life.”

You chuckled. “The way of the Mandalorian is my life.”

Pedro pondered for a second. “Hang on, we started dating after the premier of the first season of the show right?” He asked, his brows raised while he ran his hand up and down your leg.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“And we’d never met before the premier?”

You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“Uhhh,” you stuttered. “Yeah I think so.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but before the premiere of the show, I’m pretty sure you didn’t know who I was. And I obviously knew who you were. I’m sure I went to say hi to you, but you just smiled awkwardly and walked away. But right after the showing, I swear you were all over me like a fly on shit.” Pedro’s voice was inquisitive.

He was right.

You got invited to the premier as John knew how much you love Star Wars, and Boba Fett was your favourite character. So when the opportunity to go to The Mandalorian premier, you squealed and cried.

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The day of the premiere you were so excited. Taking inspiration from the Mando armour, your designer created the most beautiful 2 piece suit in the colour of the armour.

You knew of Pedro before the premier, having seen a few of his movies, but you’d never met him. On the red carpet, you two did have an awkward encounter. Pedro was the star of the show before you showed up.

As soon as you walked on the carpet, all the cameras and eyes were on you. You’d said that you didn’t want all eyes on you or to take shine away from the amazing people who had worked on the show, so you took a few photos and headed inside where you could mingle with a few people.

Just before the showing, Pedro walked over to you, a clear attraction from his side, having watched you perform at events for many years, he took a serious liking to you.

You thought he was cute, but because you didn’t know him, you just thought of him as a cute guy. He walked over and said hi to you. You gave him a sweet but awkward smile and excused yourself to head to the bathroom.

The show had started and boy was it amazing. As soon as it ended, John and Pedro stood from their seats, giving small nods while looking around at everyone cheering them on.

Pedro looked over to you and gave you a wink. You felt your heart stop and your palms began to sweat.

Is this what love at second sight looks like? You thought taking him all in.

Once everyone had disappeared from the theatre and headed into the bar area, you were on the hunt for him. Wanting to continue the ‘what could have been’ conversation. If only you had taken a few seconds to speak with him before, this would be a lot less awkward.

You take a deep breath in and begin your strut towards him. Luckily, he’s with John, so if things go awkward, you can lean on him to get you out of a sticky situation.

“Hey! Look who it is! We were just talking about you!” John cheers, holding his glass of brown liquid towards you to join him.

Pedro quickly spins to face you and his face turns a blush red. He clears his throat and wipes his sweaty palms on the back of his pants, hoping that it’s not too obvious that he’s nervous.

“Who knew you had such talent in that big ol’ head of yours!” You joke, pulling John in for a hug. He hugs you back, squeezing you just a little too tight.

You let out a joking ouch and break from the hug. You turn your attention to Pedro and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s beautiful.

You both look into each others eyes and not a word is spoken. It’s like everyone in the room has just disappeared and only you two remain. You could stay looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes forever.

“Now I want you to meet the star of the show.” John snaps you out of your trance. He moves around the small circle table and throws his arm over Pedro’s shoulder.

“This is Pedro, our very own Din Djarin. The man behind the mask.” John beams, being very proud of Pedro.

“And this lovely lady is-“

Before John could finish, Pedro interrupts.

“We’ve met before.”

You let out a shy laugh averting your eyes from him. He doesn’t take his eyes off you and a smile beams across his face at your laugh.

“I’ve been to a few of her shows actually, she’s brilliant.” He says with adoration.

He’d been to more than a few. At first, Sarah invited him to go, as she also really enjoys your music. He didn’t think anything of it first, but once you got on stage, he was hooked.

Pedro had been to about 20 of your shows over the years, sometimes even going alone just because he wanted to enjoy the shows you put on and admire you from afar. When he found out you were coming tonight, he wanted to shoot his shot.

Usually when celebrities come to your shows, you invite them backstage and hang out with them for a few drinks, discussing the show and other things. Pedro never made himself known, he’d been too nervous to go backstage.

You blushed at his comment. He’d been to a few of your shows? He’s never been backstage? You thought, wondering why he never took the invite, but you brush the thought off.

John rambles on about how the promotion for the show has been going and gets called away by someone, leaving you and Pedro alone at the table.

“So, how did you find the first episode?” He asks, shuffling on his feet.

“It was truly a masterpiece. You were amazing!” You express, trying to keep it cool.

He blushes, taking a step closer to you. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. The way you perform on stage is a work of art.”

Wow, your heart flutters

You engage with him in some casual conversation and head to the bar together to grab another drink. You both hit it off.

“So, uh, what are you doing in three days time?” Pedro ask taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

“I’m performing at the Oscar’s.” You say. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink after? I’ve been invited to the Vanity Fair after party, but I can ditch that if you’re free?” He says, the whiskey giving him the courage he needs to ask you out.

“I was going to head to the Vogue after party but, I’d like to have a drink with you.” You blush, your wine helping you in this situation massively.

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“Now that I’m actually thinking about it…Did you only come over to me and John because you liked me as Din?!” Pedro gasps, pinching your legs.

You yelp and laugh. “Nooooo, of course not!” You lie. You never wanted to admit to him, but it was true. There was just something about him being the man behind the Baskar that turned you on.

“Oh my god it’s true!” He laughs, quickly standing from the couch.

He stands in front of you with a shocked face and hands on his hips.

“If I never took the job, you never would have gone for that drink with me would you? And you’d be shacked up with someone else who’d be playing Mano!” Pedro tuts, but his tone is jokey, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Baby, come on. Please don’t make me say it.” You groan, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Say it.” He demands, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself.

“Fine! I felt more attracted to you as Mando. There!” You admit to defeat, wanting this conversation to be over and done with.

“But! The more I got to know you, the more I loved the man behind the mask. And I do! I love you more and more everyday, so it shouldn’t matter how I became attracted to you in the first place.”

Pedro laughs, patting your knees and playing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I love you princesa del pop. Even if you are a Star Wars loving freak.” He chuckles

“Your Star Wars loving freak.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.”

“Yes, yes you are.” He smiles at you lovingly.

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

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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Blind Spot

JAVIER PEÑA X FEM READER

Summary - You and Javier had been having some troubles over the last few weeks - Javi doing everything to catch Escobar - you working late nights. And one night, it finally all gets too much for you…

Warings - Swearing - angst

Word count - 1.4K +

Note - taking inspo from my fave song atm - Blind Spot by Maddie Zahm. Religiously had this song on repeat while writing so many give it a go

I wrote this on the v early 6:30 train to werk so pls don’t judge my spelling or mistakes mm k thanks x

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It’d been weeks since you saw those beautiful brown eyes. Weeks since he’d come home for more than 20 minutes. He’d rush through the door at silly hours, moan about how he needed a change of clothes, plant a quick kiss on your forehead and leave.

That was all of the interaction you had with Javier Peña. For the last 3 weeks he hadn’t slept in the same bed with you. When you worked nights at the hospital, he’d come home and sleep for a few hours and head straight back to the embassy.

You’d always wonder, was he doing this on purpose? Was he purposely not wanting to spend every minute he wasn’t hunting Escobar, to spend those precious moments with you?

He was so close. The DEA had already captured and killed all of Pablo’s top scarios. There was just Escobar and Limon left. So why would he not sacrifice every waking moment to go after the bastard.

The countless hours of black coffee, paper cuts from endless amounts of useless tips and raids gone wrong, it was all for something. It was for this moment that he’d worked so hard for.

Javier rushed home, needed some fresh boxers and a shirt and he was ready to go. He’d already spend the last 8 days at the embassy, stretching out whatever clothes he had left before he had to go home.

He wanted to be fresh for the moment he caught the man he’d been hunting for the last 3 years of his life. The photo op of him standing over Escobars dead body would be one of the books. And he didn’t want to be wearing the plum shirt he’d wore for the last 8 days.

He pulled the back Jeep up outside of your shared apartment and jogged up the small steps. His keys fumbled in the door a few times, his hands shaking from the Adrenalin. Eventually he got the door open and rushed to the bedroom to grab the first shirt he found.

What he didn’t expect to find is you, sitting in the small walk in closet, filling a suitcase with your clothes.

“Baby? What’s going on?” He asked with concern.

You ignored the voice you’d be wanting to hear for weeks. The sweet sound of his voice almost brought you to tears, but you needed to be strong.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

Javier standing there, watching you pack your whole life into one suitcase was heartbreaking for him. Had he finally done it? Had he finally let you drift off and not love him anymore?

Javier knelt down to your level, lifting your chin up with his soft hand. You smacked his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” You snarled. It was easier for you to hate him, that give into his spell.

A small piece of his heart broke off. You’d never shyed away from his touch. Never recoiled from him. You’d always been welcomed into his arms at whatever opportunity you could.

“What are you doing? Hermosa, please, look at me?” Javi didn’t like being soft. He had to have the hard exterior of a killer. He couldn’t be weak, he couldn’t be loving in times like this. But he would for you, he’d let his soft and loving side out just for you, and lock it away as soon as you were out of site.

“No. Javi. I’m done.” A small tear slipped out from your eye, but you quickly wiped it away, not wanting to break down.

“What’s happened? Why are you leaving me?”

How could he be so stupid?

You shot up from the floor and threw an item of clothing from the suitcase at him. “Because I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to come home!”

This was it. This was the time to get everything out on the table.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to come home. I’m tired of thinking ‘does he actually love me or an I just hear as an object’.” The tears were in full swing.

Javi slowly rose to standing and didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Javi you could literally break my heart a million times over and I’d say thank you. At least then I’d know you’d care enough to let me go.” You sobbed.

“Baby I’m sorry I know I-“

“See.” You stop him from going any further. “You always say sorry and then fuck up just as bad. I never realised it before but, why should I have given you chance after chance, to say sorry for something that we really never had?”

His blood boils. His. How dare his blood boil when you’ve had to deal with all of this alone. When he’s the one who’s let your relationship get this way.

Javi had never been a relationship kind of person, but he tried for you. He gave it a shot for you.

“Don’t fucking say that.” He spat, his hands balled into a fist. “Don’t you dare say that we never had anything!”

You step out from the closet and stand 2 feet from him. Your now blood boils.

“We don’t Javi! We have nothing anymore because of that stupid fucking job!” You knew that throwing his job in the mix was below the belt, but he’d pushed you to that.

“Don’t you fucking dare bring my job into this. You knew what you signed up for.”

“I didn’t sign up for this!” You throw your hands in the air. “I didn’t sign up for not seeing you for weeks on end, not even hearing your voice! It’s like you don’t even care about me anymore, and all you care about is that fucking job.”

Javi was livid. He cared about 3 things in this cruel world.

His job.

His family.

And you.

He was angry. His mouth was quicker than his brain when he was angry.

“You knew from the start I didn’t do relationships. You knew that this was potentially going to be dangerous.”

“I at least thought you would have caught Escobar by now. It’s been 2 years Javi and you’re still in the same loop. I can’t be in that loop anymore, I need to think of myself.”

It was true. There have been so many times where your friends have told you to leave him. Told you that you deserve to find someone who will put anything and everything aside for you.

Deep, deep down you believed that. But you’d rather stay with him, rather let him hurt you than love another stranger. You’d rather go through all of the pain and heartbreak, the loneliness than even think about loving someone else other than him.

There’s only so much one person can take, and you’ve taken way more than you thought you could deal with.

You two stand in the bedroom for what feels like an eternity before either of you speak. Just longing stares, waiting for each other to speak. The only noise that could be heard was both of your breathing.

“I don’t want to fight.” Javier huffed, not letting his stubborn side get the better of him.

“This isn’t a fight Javier.” You sighed. “This isn’t anything anymore. We aren’t anything anymore.”

He took a step closer to you, but you backed away. If you get any closer, everything that’s taken you to do this. All of the countless hours of weighing up the pros and cons of leaving him will be for nothing as soon as you’re in his embrace.

“Baby plea-“

“No Javi! I’m done. I’m leaving and I’m done. There’s nothing that you can say or do to change it. My mind is made up.” You walk back into the closet and close your suitcase.

If you spend a minute longer in the same place as him you will cave.

It takes all the will in the world to take the suitcase by the handle and walk to the front door. Javi reaches for you, but you avoid his touch.

You stop at the door and think.

This is a good thing.

This is a healthy thing.

Is it?

Yes, it needs to be done.

You take a long, deep breath and open the door.

“I’m sorry javi. Maybe when all this is done, you might have the time for me. I just don’t want to keep waiting around and keep telling myself that you love me.” You can’t bare to look at him, and walk away from the only man you will ever truly love.

#javier Peña #pedro pascal #javier pena x reader #narcos #javierpena

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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You don’t get to walk out on me again

Notes: Please be v patient w me. I have not written anything since Dionsaurs were alive so I’m very rusty!

OK so I’m obvi obsessed with Mr sexy Pena so I had to make my first about him. He is the loml and i have frequent dreams about this dreamy man that will eventually turn into posts so oopsie.

I hope ya’ll enjoy n lemme know what u tink ;)

ps. I am terrible with Spanish (ltrlly just used google translate pls no attack)

Overview - Reader x Javier were in a long term relationship, but things got messy and the relationship ended. Reader has now moved on but can’t completely move on because Javi wont let her go.

Use of Y/N

Word Count - 2.8k+

Warnings - Swearing

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You sit at your desk, using the useless files as a makeshift fan. The Colombian heat has not been kind to any of you in the office today. It also didn’t help that he had been staring you down for the majority of the day.

Javier couldn’t take his eyes off you. He was like a moth to a very, sweaty but beautiful flame. He watched with such awe as you fanned yourself with files that are useless to your investigation with Escobar.

Things didn’t end well between you both.

There were underlining problems with Javi’s commitment issues, you knew this before getting involved with him. You really tired to not be another notch in his beat. But my lord, that man is irresistible. It only took 4 days for him to have his way with you.

4 days of little flirtatious winks here and there. 4 days of wearing extremely tight pants just so you would look at his ass. Even though they made him the most uncomfortable he’s ever been, he didn't care. He wanted you, and he was willing to go to circulation-cutting lengths to have you.

Aside from the blood cutting off in his legs and a few remarks from his partner Steve, it was nothing. He’d done much worse for girls with much less beauty than you. But was it all worth it?

Why did he make a fool out of himself for someone that just threw him away like a piece of trash? He asks himself this question everyday since you left him standing alone in his apartment. He thought about running after you and demanding to know why you were doing this to him. Why after him opening up to you about his past, would you just run out when things got a little tough?

“Will you just go over and talk to her Pena?” Javi was snapped out of the thoughs running around in his head. His blonde haired partner decided to but in on his private life once again.

Javier wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and grunted. “Will you just shut the fuck up Murphy. I don’t need to have this conversation with you again.” He certainly didn’t want to even think about you, never mind talk to his loved up partner about how shitty his love life had been.

Steve sighed. “I hate seeing you two like this Pena. You two were so goo-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Javi stood up from his chair.

Steve had pissed him off too much over the last two weeks. Constantly pestering him to go over and speak to you. Just ask you the simple question of why?

But, Javier Pena was the most stubborn man in the whole of Colombia.

He was glad Steve pissed him off so much. He finally had an excuse to leave the office and not waste another look at you. He needed to bury himself deep in something. Drink or whores. Or her.

He shook that last thought away and went to the bathroom to splash some water over his face. It calmed him down, but he wish he stayed in there longer. His fists clenched and his eyes were seeing red.

He saw you, and your new boyfriend of three weeks, Marizio from intelligence, leaning over your desk and whispering something in your ear.

That used to be him. He was the one that would whisper all the dirty things he’d want to do to you while you were working. He was the one that would make you blush like that. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before in your life.

Javier couldn’t move. He was like stone, his eyes locked on the small boy leaning on your desk.

You laughed and held onto Marizio’s shoulder as you stood up. You were done with work for the weekend, hoping to leave the troubles of the DEA behind and enjoy a relaxing weekend with your new boyfriend.

The honeymoon stage was in full swing. You never wanted to come out of it with Maritzio. If only it could stay like this forever. It’s only been a few weeks since he first asked you out, but you’re glad he did.

You were a nervous wreck on your first date. You hadn’t been out with another man since him. But Maritzio wasn’t like him.

He was kind, sweet and caring.

He never treated you in a harsh way like someone else did. After your first date, he walked you back to your apartment complex and gave you a light kiss on the cheek goodnight.

You were used to the night ending in yours or his bed, screaming each others names until you lost your voices. But with Maritzio, he was a gentleman.

So when the time came around for his birthday, you thought he would decline the invitation from Steve to go to their favourite bar after work. And to your surprise, he said yes.

If Steve was going to be there, you knew he was going to be there. Any mention of alcohol he was always going to be there.

Maritzio knew about your past relationship struggles. He didn’t know exactly who with, but he knew it was someone within the DEA. He was very calm about it, not in the slightest concerned about anything happening while you were together.

A few days after your second date, you got very drunk and called Maritzio. You meant to dial someone else's number to help you with the pain of heartbreak, but he was the one that broke it. So when Maritzio came rushing over, you spilled your guts.

You told him how the last relationship you were in, you were completely in love with a person who wasn’t real. They were a mask. And behind the mask was a harsh monster. That monster came out the longer you two were together. You’d put up with the monster for so long, it got too much, so you left.

Maritzio held you for the rest of the night, and offered to sleep on the couch so you wouldn’t be alone. This was one of the best nights sleep you had since you left him.

You and Martizio decided to go to the bar straight after work, to start the celebrations early. A few of the other agents had the same idea. It was about two hours before anyone else arrived, and you were pretty hammered.

You and two other agents were engrossed in conversation when a large cheer erupted from the bar.

Murphy and he walked into the bar with cases of beers and balloons.

Maritzio headed over to thank them. Murphy pulled him in for a hug, but Pena gave him a clipped nod and made a dart for the bar.

You mingled some more and decided on another drink. You needed to have as much as possible if you were to be in a different environment other than work with HIM.

You ordered 2 shots of Tequila and a jack and coke. Once your drinks were ready, you took the two shots one after the other and headed to your seat.

“Tequila makes you sick y’know.” Pena muttered while drinking the last of his whiskey.

Sober you, would just ignore him. Sober you. would walk over to your caring boyfriend and spend time with him.

Sober you wouldn’t be stupid.

But sober you, is locked in a cage and drunk you has swallowed the key.

You spun dramatically on your heel, and look Javier in the eyes for the first time in what feels like forever.

“It doesn’t actually make me sick anymore. It makes me more fun.” You giggled, taking your seat back at the bar and ordering another two shots.

“Bebita, the only thing that makes you more fun is water.” He chuckled, ordering a bottle of water.

“Hey!” You pointed a finger at him as serious as you could. Your finger couldn’t exactly stay on Pena, but you put all your focus into it. “Don’t use Spanish on me. You k-know I don’t know t-those funky words.” Hiccups were the worst for you when you were drunk.

Javi’s eyes softened, just loving the sound of your voice. He somehow forgot what it sounded like. And now he remembers, it sounds like sweet honey.

“Matitzio i-is teaching me! So s-say that word to me again in t-three months and I’ll know it all!” You cheered, sliding one of the shots over to Javier to take with you.

Javier’s eyes hardened at the mention of his name. He didn’t want to hear another mans name come out of your lips, other than his.

He hated Tequila, but if this is the only way for you to keep talking to him, he will do this.

You both took the shot. Javier’s face creased with disgust at the liquid. You laughed at his expression. He had a small droplet of Tequila in the corner of his mouth. Out of habit, you leaned over and swiped your thumb over the bead.

You froze when you realised what you were doing, and so did he.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t even be near him.

Sober you had broken free from her cage, and she was ready to run. “I u-uh, need to go to the bathroom.” You stuttered, carefully jumping from the barstool and making a quick escape to the bathroom.

How could you be so stupid! You knew what talking to him would lead to! You are happy with Javier! You mean Maritzio!

Even your brain was thinking of him. This needed to stop.

You run quickly into the bathroom, the Tequila finally hitting you. It feels like hours but you make it to the bathroom, hurling up the contents of your stomach.

“Y/n? Are you in there?” You hear Javier banging on the door for the ladies bathroom.

“Go away” you mutter loud enough so he could hear you. “I don’t want to see you,”

A few seconds go by and nothing. You continue to be sick, and feel someone holding your hair back.

This, this is why you should not have Tequila. But you just couldn’t help yourself. It’s the only drink that makes you the drunkest, the quickest. You skip past all of the other stages, like the awkward dancing stage, the overly loud and wants to talk to everyone stage, and jump straight to the confident & sassy stage. But, the quicker you get to that stage, the big final stages edges closer than you want. The vomiting in the bathroom and feeling violently ill stage. Everybody wishes that stage did not exist.

“It’s okay baby, let it all out.” A soft voice sooths your nerves and a hand rubs small circles on your back, coxing you to get everything out. “Shhhh, I’m here. I did tell you that Tequila makes you throw up.” The voice chuckles at the end, making you very aware who is holding you.

You slowly sit up from the floor and walk out from the enclosed stall. Your head is spinning at a million miles an hour. Why did he follow you?

You don’t look at Javier. You can’t. There’s too much pain, too much history between you. You will never be able to recover from him. Never be able to fully move on.

“You need to stop this. You need to leave me alone.” You whisper, the liquid courage taking a step back.

“I was not going to leave you to choke on your own vomit Y/n. I’m a lot of things, but letting you suffer alone? Nah, that’s not something I’m ok with.” He huffs, pacing the bathroom area.

“Oh, that’s not something you’re ok with? Right, well I’m just slightly confused.”

“How’s that?” He asks, raising his brows.

“Well I mean, you’re very ok with causing me pain and suffer the last time I checked.” Liquid courage is back and ready to put up a fight.

You cross your arms and lean against the wall near the door. Keeping as much difference between you as possible. This fight has been brewing inside the both of you since the day you both parted ways.

The huffs and puffs in the office when you both got assigned to the same case. The clear protest from Pena when the ambassador gave you praise for the missions and he got little. The looks of lust and love when the other one of you wasn’t looking.

It needed to all end here. It was now or never.

“I think it’s the other way around Bebita.” Javier sighed, leaning one leg behind him and balancing himself on the wall in front of you. “You were the one that left me to suffer alone in my apartment.”

“I cannot believe you are bringing this up now!” You shout, loud enough to get some attention from the party goers. But you don’t care.

“When else was I supposed to bring it up huh? I’m sorry did I miss our regularly scheduled morning feelings meetings!” He holds his hands to his mouth. “Oh my god I can’t believe I missed those! I’ll have to get Steve to fill me in later!” The sarcasm was dripping from his mouth, clearly taking this whole conversation as a joke.

“Fuck you Pena.” That’s all you could say. He was always like this. Never took anything seriously, only cared about his job and beer.

You push yourself off the wall and reach for the door handle. Javier grabs your waist and spins you, pushing you back up against the wall again. “You do not get to walk out on me again.” Your foreheads almost touch. If you leaned in, your lips would be touching.

You breathe in and take in his scent. Beer and nicotine is the smell you’ve been craving the most. Maritzio smells like lavender. Which is not a bad thing at all. You actually like the smell of Lavender. But what you miss is the smell of Javier. You miss everything about him.

“I can’t do this Javi.” You squeak. “I’m with Marit-”

“Please don’t say his name. I only want you to say my name.”

His words shock you. “I don’t want to hurt him Javi. Please.”

He takes a small step forward, closing the gap between your chests. The tension is thick in the air, just gasping for some relief.

“But you want to hurt me baby? Do you want to put me through all that pain again?” he whispers, moving his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“I never intended to hurt you Javi, but you hurt me by not being there. He is there for me. You weren’t.” You sigh.

He plants faint kisses on your neck which send tingles into places that haven’t tingled for a while. You close your eyes and rest your head against the wall, allowing him more access. He moves from your neck up to the shell of your ear.

“But I will be.” He whispers, the pain clear in his voice. “I will be there for you until you want me. And even if you don't want me baby, I will be waiting until you do. These last few months have been the worst of my life. I have made the biggest mistake of my life by choosing work over you my sweat girl. I promise, if you leave that boy and give me another chance, I will promise to love you until the end of time.”

A tear runs from your eyes and Javi is quick to wipe them away. “Please don’t cry baby. I don’t want to upset you, again.” He pouts, not knowing how else to fix the situation.

“Javi, that’s all I’ve ever wanted you to say. Just that you acknowledge that I’m here and that you have something else in your life other than work. I hated myself when I left you, but I’m glad I did. Because if Id’ve stayed, you would not be standing here telling me all of this.” You said, looking him in the eyes for the first time in what feels like years.

“Well, we wouldn’t be standing in a bathroom you just threw your guts up in because you drank too much tequila.” He rolls his eyes and tuts.

You lean forward and shove him back playfully, earning a cheeky grin from him.

“You’re right. If you didn’t leave me, I wouldn’t have realise how special you are Mi Amore. And I want to be yours again, if you’ll have me.” His big brown doe eyes look softly into yours.

Another tear slips from your eyes, but this time, they're tears of joy. “And I want to be your-” He swoops you up in his arms and plants peck and peck all over your face. You giggle until he puts you down.

“I promise to cherish you until the end of time my angel. I will always love you.”

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