#Steve murphy oneshot
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader
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words || 𝟛𝕜
summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.
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➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them
➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.
➵ not proofread
➵ comment/message if you'd have a request
warnings || smutty/slightly dark
➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!
➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!
➵ dubcon
➵ manhandling/cloth ripping
➵ abuse of power
➵ groping
she really wasn't the typical co-ed.
especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.
of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.
and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.
unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.
she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.
"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.
"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.
it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.
"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.
"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.
"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.
"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.
"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.
"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.
"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.
"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.
"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.
"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.
her face grows hotter.
"whatever you say."
--
miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.
it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.
she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.
she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.
"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.
"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.
"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.
"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.
"fine."
the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.
"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.
"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.
"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.
"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.
"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.
"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.
"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.
"yes."
"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."
it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.
it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?
at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.
he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.
unfortunately not.
a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.
"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.
a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.
"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.
"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."
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she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.
after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.
steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.
she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.
her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.
she's a good girl.
that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.
"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.
"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.
"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.
"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.
"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.
"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.
"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.
to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…
"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.
"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"
"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.
"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.
her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?
"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?
"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.
"wait, what?!"
"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."
her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.
"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.
"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.
"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"
"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"
she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.
"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"
her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.
"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.
a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.
"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.
for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.
"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.
"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.
"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.
he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'
"wait, but you said-"
"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.
"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.
"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.
"yes, officer." she mumbles.
"good girl."
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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.
Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.
You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour.
“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled.
“Excellent.”
“Good.” You smiled.
Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”
You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”
“Great.”
He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter.
“What can I get for you?” You asked in English.
“Coffee. Decaf.”
“Coming up.”
Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”
“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”
He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”
You smiled and waved to Pops. “Have a good night.”
“Night.”
“Nice Spanish.”
You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”
“I’m Javier, by the way.”
You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice.
“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”
“A couple years. Yourself?”
“Same.”
The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to.
But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing.
He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more.
She was a people person.
And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too.
During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job.
But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government.
But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home.
It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks.
You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay.
He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop.
Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him.
Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions.
Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly.
It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him.
Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face.
But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date.
Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you.
It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed.
And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently.
Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes.
He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it.
But he was.
He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him.
But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased.
You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”
He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek.
“Goodnight, Javi.”
“Night, hermosa.”
As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew.
You were in deep trouble.
It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows:
You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight.
It felt different.
You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth.
It felt…natural.
Homely.
A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more.
One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed.
But that was when he noticed them.
How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him.
“Hermosa?”
You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off.
“The marks…”
It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you.
A memory you wished to forget.
“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him.
He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right?
“They’re nothing, Javi.”
You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders.
You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist.
Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered.
You had a job.
Unfortunately.
Javi groaned. He had one, too.
You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks.
God, you were falling.
Hard.
It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you.
And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen.
4 months later…
The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic.
Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly.
One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor.
Connie came rushing inside.
After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary.
“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.”
Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie.
You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap.
Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside.
And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense.
The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi.
It was you.
Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place.
Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough.
And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with.
Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis.
The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss.
But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too.
And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did.
Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence.
Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code.
And legible.
But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you.
His heart dropped.
“Peña?”
One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”
“You…what happened?”
“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”
“And the other?”
“Hospital.”
“How?”
“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”
Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him?
As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic.
You had faught?
It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion.
But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other?
This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence.
This couldn’t have just been a robbery.
Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code.
He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!”
Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table.
“I’m fine-“
He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to.
But he didn’t.
You were here.
You were alive.
Are.
“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive.
You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound.
One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens.
Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his.
“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now.
You shook your head.
Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused.
“Those scars. How did you get them?”
“Javi.”
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“They’re nothing-“
“Bullshit.”
You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge.
“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Y/N.”
You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…
“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud.
Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?
You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now.
“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”
Javi waited for you to continue.
“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”
“So you came to Columbia?”
“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”
“And the guys?”
“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”
“They know you were a fed?”
You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”
Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes.
“I’m fine, Javi.”
“You could have told me, you know.”
You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?
You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA.
You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it.
Your gaze was both soft and serious.
“I’m telling you now.”
Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood.
Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”
“I know.”
You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud.
Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips.
You would be okay.
You are alive.
And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…
But in this moment; it didn’t matter.
All of that could wait until tomorrow.
For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you.
And you were okay with that.
After all, you felt the exact same way.
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Exhaustion | Steve Murphy x m!reader
@areyouwaiting asked: “For fuck’s sake… alright, I’ll patch you up” and "Stop biting your lip" for Steve Murphy x male reader cause I just remembered how hot that bitch is
thanks <33
summary: Steve's tired, and you're tired, but it seems like neither of you can catch a break when a phone call comes.
tws: swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption
MASH was playing on the television as you relaxed on the sofa, swigging a beer and thanking your lucky stars that you didn't have to go to work for another two days; an old copy of All Quiet on the Western Front sat on the table beside you, the corner of the most recent page turned and folded and next to it, the beer left a soft ring of shining condensation on the light coloured oak. The door unlocked right as the adverts came on, forcing you to turn around and take your feet off of the sofa as you watched it open, Steve walking in with a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and clenched his jaw; he had been to see Connie after work, had a few beers with her and talked about his day, asked her about her new boyfriend and listened attentively as she explained that he was an army surgeon, a Captain, and that he was lovely, she was in love and as Steve looked at you now, he realised he was, too. Handsome as ever, even with the marks of exhaustion painted across your features. Steve couldn't even attempt to keep the smile from his face as he tilted his head and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest and just looking at you. You, his dashing and charming and dazzling and handsome boyfriend. Thank fuck Peña had introduced you.
You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat as you took a swig from the bottle and placed it back beside the book, trying not to yawn as you stretched and got up; it felt like your bones had not been moved for years, stiff in the joints and aching as you made your way over to Steve, taking his face in your hands and gently running your thumb up and down his cheek as you smiled. You were both so tired, so exhausted and so spent that just looking at one another was enough for the moment.
It was enough until Steve cleared his throat, and dared to speak. "Do we have any more beer?"
You pulled away, letting that yawn finally get the better of you as you nodded and dragged yourself over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing him one. His fingertips ghosted yours as you handed him the bottle. "You're not hurt this time, are you?"
Steve shook his head as he cracked the bottle open with a lighter and flicked the cap into the bin. "No, just a little tired... y'know, Connie suggested we go on a double date."
"Not this week," you said weakly, grabbing the cigarettes and lighting one up. The ending theme tune to the show played, nearly blaring from the television. "I'm sorry, you know I love Connie and I'd love to meet that Benjamin guy, but... I'm fucking exhausted."
"She'll understand," he replied quietly, coming to stand beside you with his head on your shoulder. "She knows we don't exactly work easy jobs. We can figure out a day."
You nodded again, humming quietly as you leaned your head against his and sighed heavily, the cigarette smoke streaming from your lips as you closed your eyes for a moment. "Yeah, I'm sure we can."
Steve was about to speak, about to grumble something so soft and so gentle when the phone rang; although sluggish, you did your best to rush over to the phone, picking it up and frowning as you listened to the person on the other end, the cigarette dangling from your lips. You hummed and you nodded as Steve watched you carefully, but then you took a look around and sighed heavily.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... alright, I'll patch you up," you huffed. "Yeah, yeah, of course you'll fucking pay me for it... yeah, I know, alright. Alright, yeah. Yeah, it's just me and Steve... yeah, okay. Alright. In a bit."
You practically slammed the phone down, looking at Steve as you took the cigarette from your lips and started to chew at the inside of your top lip, brows furrowed. "Fuckin' Carrillo got himself in a scrap."
Steve swallowed thickly, licking his lips as he sniffled a little before nodding slowly. "He okay?"
"Just the usual," you explained, although the exhaustion was easy to hear in your voice, "nothing too bad that it can't be helped, thankfully."
"Stop biting your lip," Steve said softly, crossing the room over to you and sighing as he dared to take note of just how fucking tired you looked. "Why didn't you say no? You're exhausted."
"Because it's Horacio," you huffed. "And as much as it knackers me out, he's my mate, and I gotta... I gotta help him."
"I'll help," he told you. "If you're gonna tire yourself out more... might as well give you a hand."
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I can’t get this out of my head - Javier Peña x female reader. Huge argument which ends up with them fucking on Gaviria’s desk before a meeting 😝 Please & thank you! x
Boss’ Desk - Oneshot
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So… I wanna apologise for taking so long to write this request. Lots going on and such! Did tweak it slightly, I hope this was worth the wait! 😘
Warnings: Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. 17+
“This is a shit show.” Yelled Messina as she slapped her hand against the wooden surface of her desk “I now have to go explain this to the Ambassador!” She growled, grabbing her bag and the file pertaining to your latest rade “You better hope I can convince them not to send your asses packing.”
“Ma-am… with all due respect-“ Started Javier, only to be cut off by her holding her hand up.
“I don’t need to hear it, Agent Peña.” She grumbled, “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
You both watched as she left, Javier’s hands coming to rest on his hips as he chewed on his bottom lip. You knew he was doing it to hold his tongue and you threw your head back and let out a long sigh.
“Just spit it out, Peña.” You snapped and he did.
“The raid would have been a success if you’d just stayed put like I’d asked you to.” He growled and you scoffed.
“I told you before, Agent, Peña!” You snarled “I don’t do sitting on the sidelines! I am just as capable as you and Murphy!”
“I’m not saying you’re not?” Growled Javi as he crowed you against Messina’s desk.
“Then what's your problem?”
"You." He growled and your face fell.
You'd always known that he disliked you but to hear it confirmed stung. You schooled your features quickly, not allowing him the satisfaction of knowing how his feelings affected you. You knew you were a good agent. You prided yourself on the knowledge that you were as good, if not better than your male counterparts. Yet Steve had been welcoming of you when you arrived and Javier had been decidedly not. He was civil and courteous but outside of the office, he was cold and closed off. You'd tried hard at first to get him to warm up to you. Always the people pleaser. But the longer it went on, you decided that you didn't want or have to make him like or respect you. It wasn't your job to be liked by everyone.
"Well." You uttered after a short, tense, pause "As glad as I am to have my suspicions of your dislike of me confirmed, we have work to do so if you wouldn't mind getting out of my way."
"You drive me crazy." He growled, his tone changing as the blacks of his eyes seemed to consume the chocolate brown that framed them.
"Javier." You warned but he didn't listen, just leaned closer and your core pulsed with desire as his breath fanned your cheek.
"No matter what I do, I can't seem to get rid of these feelings." He purred as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear "You consume my thoughts."
"Javi." You breathed, eyes fluttering shut as you soaked in the feeling of his body being so close to yours.
Your brain quickly caught up and, placing your hands on his chest, you pushed him back so that your eyes locked in a fierce gaze. Your breaths mingled. The air crackled as you just stared at each other.
"What the fuck are you saying, Peña?" You asked when your mind cleared enough to pull a coherent thought together.
"I'm saying that when you're out there, I can't think straight." He mumbled, eyes darting to your lips a moment before returning "I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
"Bullshit." You growled as you looked at him defiantly "You've been nothing but cold to me the day I arrived."
"Because this can't happen." He groaned "I can't get attached… I can't give you what you want."
"And what makes you think that I want you?" You scoffed but you knew you were fooling no one.
His hand suddenly cupped your soaked core and you sucked in a breath as his deft fingers rubbed your clit through the lace that covered it. You ached for him and he knew it, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of Messina's office as his lip curled into a smirk.
"You do." He answered simply as his fingers pushed your underwear to one side and plunged two thick fingers into your heat.
"Fuck." You moaned as you threw your head back in a silent scream.
Javier helped you jump up onto the desk, the two of you ignoring how Messina's pen pot clattered onto the floor. His fingers pumped roughly in and out of you as his lips painted your neck with hot, open-mouthed, kisses and you felt your climax building rapidly. Him curling his fingers and placing just the right amount of pressure on your clit with his thumb was what it took to send you over.
"That's it." He purred "Cum on my fingers."
Your walls clamped down hard around his digits and you bit your first to stop yourself from screaming his name. You had but a few moments to come down from your high before he was sheathing himself inside of you and stretching your core deliciously. His hands grabbed the globes of your ass and pulled you closer as his hips started to roughly thrust in and out of you.
You had never been fucked like this before. When his lips fused with yours, it was a clash of tongues and teeth as he pounded you within an inch of sanity. When he wasn't kissing you, he was biting. Your chin, neck, and breasts. Whatever he could reach, he would sink his teeth into it just hard enough that it stung but in the perfect way.
"You going to cum for me again." He growled as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to rub it in focus circles.
This along with his length hitting your sweet spot had you cumming with a cry and he kissed you hard to silence you, a hand tangling in your hair as he started to thrust harder and faster. Chasing his own release. With a dozen more thrusts, he buried his face in your neck as his hips stilled and grunted, his release painting your walls. The two of you stayed joined for a while. The sound of phones ringing and faint chatter mingled with yours and Peña's panting.
Finally, when your head cleared a little, you pulled it back to look at your partner and he was giving you a dopey smile as he gazed at you. You smiled back at him, pecking his lips before resting your brow on his and soaking the moment in a little while longer. But there was a question on your mind and you had to ask.
"What does this mean?"
"Hmm?" He asked as he pulled his head back to look you squarely in the eye.
"What did this." You motioned at the two of you "Mean?"
"What do you want it to mean?" He asked, his nose nudging yours affectionately.
"I don't do causal fucking Javier." You stated plainly "So if you don't want anything more than a friends-with-benefits sort of set-up with me then consider this the one and only time we ever do this." You continued firmly "But if you are willing to give us a go then know that I am too."
"If we chose to do this, you need to know that I will still hate you going out in the field." He articulated and you nodded "It was bad enough when I hadn't had a taste of what things could be like with you but now that I know… I will stop at nothing to keep you safe."
"Ever the gentleman." You teased but Javier didn't laugh.
His brows pulled together as he studied your face. He was already addicted to the sounds he'd pulled from you and how your lips parted as you gazed back at him. He couldn't let anything happen to you.
"Hermosa, I'm serious." He warned you before kissing you deeply "I want this… Want you but I need to know you're safe." He choked and you cupped his cheek.
"Then we better catch this bastard quickly." You replied, kissing him again "But, until then, I promise to always wear my vest." You finished, grinning at him.
"And stay by my side?" He asked, his tone almost pleading.
"Always."
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The Weekend
Summary: Steve and Connie visit you and Javier in Texas; Connie realizes something new about you that changes everything.
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (The same from my Sweet Summer Series - there is a mention of the reader having hair again, but no other details)
Rating: 18+ (to be safe)
Word Count: 3,790 (ish)
Warnings: Anxiety/angst, fluff, fowl language, pov changes, and mentions of pregnancy symptoms
Author’s Note: This can easily be read as a regular oneshot if you haven't read the series yet/don't want to. Anyway, I was so excited to write this one cause I've wanted to write Steve, Connie, and Chucho since all of last year, I just never thought of a plot for it until now. (Chucho still didn't get enough love here, but someday, maybe, it'll happen). Anyway, apparently I won't stop until pretty much every Pedro character is either a first time dad or a dad again. Sorry, not sorry.
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The first time you met Steve and Connie Murphy was on a weekend in mid-November, the same year you'd started dating Javier Peña. They'd driven from Florida with their daughter Olivia to stay at the ranch for a few days, Steve's excuse being that duck hunting season had started in Texas and he needed to show Javier how to actually shoot one, claiming his ex-partner was a shit shot and that it might take all weekend, leading to Javier to grumble under his breath and you to laugh.
They'd hugged despite initial hesitance from Javier and when he relaxed in Steve's embrace you understood then who they were to each other. Brothers, in every sense of the word but blood.
It only made sense from everything you'd gathered from Javier's father, the town, and later Connie and Steve himself. Colombia had been like a war zone, and war zones forged strong bonds, even unlikely ones. Not that Steve and Javier were all that different, you thought. After all, they'd shared the same goals while working together as DEA agents, they'd shared a similar capacity to do what needed to be done to reach those goals, and they'd both come back home with enough nightmares and regrets to last more than a lifetime. Connie had told you about nights where Steve startled from his sleep and didn't return to bed until morning and you'd shared with her that you'd caught Javier doing the same many times while you'd been dating, wandering outside in the middle of the night clearly in an attempt to empty his head of whatever was bothering him. Some nights he still smoked a cigarette or two before returning, the bad habit sometimes the only thing that helped calm him down at first, until he'd made some real progress with his therapist.
It was safe to say your first time meeting Connie and Steve had been eye-opening. It had helped you understand your boyfriend all the more, and you were grateful to them. Not just for the insight, but also for them having been there for Javier before you could be, and for them still wanting to be.
The second time they'd visited the ranch you and Javier were getting married and naturally Steve had been Javier's best man. Connie had also kindly accepted your offer to be maid of honor, since you hadn't had any real friends after you'd graduated college. Besides, after the first day you'd spent around her, you could've easily called her your best friend over all of your past friends. Connie was a very nice person.
You all had briefly seen each other once more when you and Javier had stopped by their house for a meal before heading out to the Keys for your honeymoon and that visit had been just as pleasant, ending with goodbyes and promises for future visits. You planned to make sure the Murphy family would always be a part of your lives.
And so they were back on the ranch the following November, Steve reaching out for Javier even as he roasted him once again. "Have to keep coming back until Javi is finally able to hit a bird. Any bird at this rate will do."
"Shut up, Murphy," Javier growled, though he couldn't hide the smile pulling at the edges of his lips. That made you grin, and it only grew broader when they hugged once more. You loved that your husband had a friend who understood him; who knew him from his darkest days.
"Let's get you all inside," you eventually said, herding them all towards the house, little Olivia tugging on your shirt sleeve as you followed them, looking up at you all adorably with her big brown eyes and wavy dark hair. "Food soon?"
You beamed down at her. "Soon. I'll have it ready in a half hour sweetie." You ruffled her hair a bit and she smiled up at you pleasantly before running ahead of everyone to fall to her knees before Trix, your red and white Basenji. Trix started licking her face like crazy and the little girl's giggles in reaction made your heart soar.
Once in the ranch house, Steve and Connie dragged their suitcases upstairs, into Chucho's old room. Chucho had moved out into a smaller, remodeled house on the south side of the property after you and Javier had married in June, on the day that marked the first year anniversary of your first meeting and date. It had once been a house for employees to stay during peak ranching days, but he'd claimed it was the right size for an old man of his age. You knew the real reason was because he wanted you and Javier to have your own space, because, though he hadn't said the words, you were pretty certain like most parents, he was hoping to become a grandfather.
While Steve And Connie were upstairs with Olivia settling in, you and Javier worked in the kitchen to finish chomping up fresh vegetables for the tossed salad you'd wanted alongside the main course of grilled chicken tacos which you were careful to monitor as the meat cooked.
They had just turned up at the kitchen table with Olivia when Chucho walked in, dressed in the cleanest white button down shirt and pair of blue jeans you'd seen him in since your wedding day. Everyone was in their best casual clothes. It wasn't every day they all got to gather together, after all. And it was almost Thanksgiving.
"Afternoon everyone," Chucho said cheerfully, snatching his cream colored cowboy hat off his head to hang on a hook by the main door. "Ya waiting on me?"
"You are just in time," you told him, smiling. You loved Chucho. He was as much of a father to you as your own, though you'd never admit it for your father's sake.
He settled at the table with Steve and Olivia while you, Javier, and Connie started to set the food out on it. You were feeling great physically and emotionally until you seemed to spin around too fast with the salad and barely managed to hold onto it, getting dizzy with the movement. Javier noticed your sway and pressed a palm to the middle of your back to steady you, concern evident in his expression. "Are you alright?" he inquired, frowning.
You nodded quickly. "I'm good." You weren't sure what had come over you, not being the type of person to easily get light headed, but you were feeling fine again as soon as the moment had passed so it was easy to brush off.
"Maybe you should see a doctor," Javier said lowly, only loud enough for you and a close by Connie to hear. Her eyes darted towards you both, and you could see the curiosity his words had peaked in her.
"You've been getting dizzy a lot lately," he continued.
"I'll set one up after the weekend," you promised him, more so he wouldn't draw the attention of any of your other guests. Whether you actually would or not was still up for debate. To you a little dizziness here and there wasn't enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. It was probably just a consequence of you being tired. You'd done some overtime at work recently and it had worn you down. You'd been going to bed early the previous four or five nights yet still hadn't made up for it. "But I feel fine, Javi. I swear."
He seemed satisfied with that for the time being, though he did insist on guiding you to the table to sit and had Connie finish helping him lay everything out.
The rest of dinner was pretty normal, filled with general chit chat about things like how Chucho and Javier were getting the cattle ready for winter, though it never got too cold in Texas, and how Olivia was adjusting to being in kindergarten.
Connie of all people seemed distracted the entire time, pondering, like she had something on her mind but wasn't sure how to say it. You were so concerned with her distant look that you almost didn't catch Javier sneaking a piece of chicken to Trix. Almost.
"Javi!" you exclaimed, dismayed, even though you'd suspected for a while that he'd been doing it. "No wonder she' begs for food now!"
He gave you a sheepish look and Steve grinned from his seat on the other side of him. "Going soft in your old age, Jav."
Javier huffed and you giggled. You knew it wasn't because of his age though. He and his father had both always had a soft spot for dogs.
After that you forgot about how odd Connie was acting until you both cleared the dishes from the table and began washing them in the sink.
"I don't want to be nosy," she whispered to you just loud enough to hear over the background noise of everyone else still talking at the table, "But I can't help it. Do you think you could be pregnant?"
Her question caught you off guard and you starred at her, frozen in place with a soapy dripping plate still in your hands. "You think I could be?"
"Javi said you've been light headed a lot lately," Connie stated, "And you told me just the other day you've been tired. And you also mentioned eating something that hadn't agreed with you. You said you almost threw up."
The cheeseburger you'd had Wednesday night. You hadn't thought about it since.
You glanced around to make sure no one had gotten up from the table. "Are you suggesting it wasn't bad meat?"
"Might not have been," she replied. "I've been around enough pregnant mothers in my nursing career to know greasy foods can trigger morning sickness in them, especially at night."
"Ironic," you quipped. Calling that pregnancy symptom morning sickness was very misleading.
Connie gave you a stern look and waited.
"I shouldn't be," you told her eventually, leaning back against the counter. "I mean, we're not using as much protection as we used to, but I'm still on birth control."
"Any chance you missed a pill or two?" she inquired.
You pursed your lips as you thought about it and bit down on your bottom one after. "It's possible," you admitted. "I do get forgetful sometimes. Usually I'm pretty good about taking prescriptions, but..."
"Are you late?" she interrupted.
You didn't have to think about the answer for that one since your birth control pills always warned you when it was coming. "I might be a few days late. It's not outside the norm for me, but it's also not really inside it either since the pills are really good at keeping me on a strict schedule."
She nodded. "You have any tests here?"
"I have a few in the master bathroom," you told her.
She craned her head towards the table. "Mind finishing the clean up boys?" she called out. Javier and Steve gave you both puzzled looks but when she explained you wanted to show her something upstairs they agreed to do so with Olivia's help.
You watched briefly from the bottom of the stairs as Steve hoisted her up to sit on the countertop and Javier said something to her that wasn't quite loud enough for you to hear before booping her nose with a soap sudded finger, making her giggle, and your heart swelled.
He was so good with her.
Minutes later, Connie sat patiently on the bench in front of your bed while you took three pregnancy tests in the attached bathroom, to be extra sure, and took your hand in hers when you joined her to wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down.
"Have you and Javi talked about having kids before?" she asked gently.
"Of course we have," you answered with a sigh. "But we also agreed to wait a year before I got off the pill."
You weren't sure if you were quite prepared for it yet, but you knew you could ultimately handle whatever the results were, adapt your plans. What made you nervous was Javier. He was only just starting to find his peace, his healing, as much as anyone who'd been through what he had could. You weren't sure he'd be ready yet.
"I'm sure he'll be okay," Connie said knowingly, giving your hand a squeeze. "He's a good man and he loves you. I've never seen that man look at anyone like he does you."
The timer you'd set on your watch started beeping obnoxiously and you bolted for the sink where you'd placed the tests, anxiously scanning their result windows. There were two lines in each, which meant that they were all positive.
Without a doubt, you were pregnant.
Despite your concerns over how Javier would handle the news in that moment you were joyful, tears immediately flooding your eyes. Before meeting Javier you had lost all hope you'd ever get the chance to be a mother, but there you were, staring at three sticks that confirmed you would be one. You beamed at Connie when you walked back into the bedroom and she smiled back at you. "Congratulations."
You pitched into her arms and she squeezed you a little. "You're going to be a great mom. And if you need any advice, I'm one call away. Not that you can't call your mom too."
You chuckled as you also held onto her a little tighter. "I'm sure I'll need all the advice I can get."
You were fully aware that while you had wanted to be a mom for as long as you could remember, you hadn't had lots of interactions with babies. Olivia had hardly been a toddler anymore when you'd first met the Murphy family and you'd been an only child with an uncle and aunt who hadn’t had any kids.
"You'll do great," Connie assured you as you pulled away and wiped at your tear stained cheeks with the backs of your hands.
You nodded. It was comforting to know she believed in you and that she'd be there if you needed her help. She may have not known what it was like to be pregnant because she and Steve had adopted Olivia while in Colombia, but you knew her advice would always be solid because she was an amazing mother. Everything you hoped you would be.
You glanced towards the hallway. "Should I tell him now?"
"Delaying it won't make it easier," she told you wisely, grasping your elbow. "Do you want me to send him up here?"
"That would be great, thanks," you said gratefully.
She smiled sweetly at you. "No problem."
With that she left the room and you paced as you waited for Javier to show up. You couldn't remember a time you'd ever been more nervous - and you'd had major anxiety every time you'd taken exams in college.
"Connie said you wanted to see me?" he questioned as he strolled into your shared bedroom less than a minute later. When he saw the stress on your face his expression grew concerned once more. "What happened? Are you feeling okay? Did you get light headed again?"
You shook your head furiously. "No. No, Javi." You approached him and cupped his face. "I'm fine. I promise. I just know why I've been off now."
"What is it?" he inquired, stance still tense with worry. He searched your eyes with his dark ones as if they could answer for you.
"We're going to be parents," you told him, barely above a whisper.
He jerked his head away from your hand and blinked at you, stunned. "You're pregnant?"
You gave him a single nod to confirm and he gaped at you before wrapping you up in his arms and burying his face in your hair. "Oh, mi amor."
You melted in his hold after his initial reaction and hugged him back. "You're not upset?"
He pulled away from you and frowned. "You thought I'd be upset?"
You folded your arms over your chest, slightly ashamed of your assumption. "I wasn't sure. You said you wanted to wait a year, and I agreed to it. I had every intention of waiting, but I think I might have forgotten a pill at some point. It was a mistake."
He shook his head and leaned forward to kiss your temple tenderly, then your lips, letting his forehead rest against yours after. "However this happened, any child of ours could never be a mistake, hermosa."
You felt the love in his words bloom in your chest, warming it, and you beamed up at him. "So you're happy?"
"Of course I am," he assured you, brushing his nose against yours.
You grinned wider and kissed him again. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."
He smiled back at you, though it didn't reach his eyes.
You were too excited to retell the story of how Connie got you to take the three tests to see that it was a front.
x
Once you'd told him the whole story, you'd lead Javi downstairs to announce your news to Steve and Chucho as well, and they'd pulled you both in for hugs after giving their cheerful congratulations.
"I'm going to be a grandfather," Chucho had boasted proudly and you'd smiled at him fondly. "You sure are."
Javier had been overwhelmed with how happy everyone was for you both, and a part of him was undeniably happy too, but another part, the part that sat in the darkest corner of his mind, said he didn't deserve it. He'd barely accepted that he was good enough for you, he didn't think that could extend to an innocent baby who had no say in who their father was.
He put on a show until his father left for his house, then excused himself to go hang out on the front porch alone, watching as clouds rolled in for an evening rain. It was fitting for his mood.
He should have known Steve would follow him out, handing a beer to him like it was some kind of peace offering.
He popped off the lid of his own bottle and took a sip before leaning on a beam at the front of the porch, across from him.
"Javier Peña, father," he said with a smile playing on his lips. "I'm honestly surprised." He quirked his brows. "Not that you are going to be one, but rather that it took so long, considering your reputation back in Bogotá."
Javier tilted his head, giving it to him. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised that a woman hadn't come forward to tell him she was pregnant while he was in Colombia. It wasn't like he'd been totally irresponsible, but the odds had to have been stacked against it not happening just by pure numbers. He'd had casual sex as a form of stress relief while he was there, just like smoking, and he couldn't deny he'd been very stressed during those years, especially since he hadn't always been able to keep his heart out of some of those said casual relations.
"I don't know if I'm ready yet," he admitted to his friend. "We just got married not that long ago. It took me months of therapy to work up to proposing to her and then going through with it. She kept insisting I was enough for her, that as long as I loved her that was enough, but I always still had that doubt at the back of my head. A part of me telling me she could do better."
"She could," Steve stated plainly, taking another sip of his drink. "And what about Connie? You think I deserved her?"
Javier snorted. "No."
"Exactly!" Steve exclaimed, pointing the lip of his bottle at his shoulder and grinning. "But that's not the point! Something Connie and several sessions of couples therapy when I got back to Miami taught me is that marriage isn't about what anyone deserves. It's about what you're willing to do for your partner. Who you're willing to be for them. And it's the same with being a father. I was a mess when we found Olivia. I didn't know what I was doing. And I'm not going to lie, it wasn't easy, but I did eventually learn how to be the dad she deserves. If you want to be, chances are you will be. It's as simple as that."
Javier glanced down at the bottle in his hands and swished the liquid inside, trying to find his words. "I do...want to be," he told him quietly.
Steve nodded. "That's good to hear. Because the one thing your wife definitely does not deserve is you running out on her now."
Javier clenched his jaw. "I'd never do that to her!" he hissed, outraged at the mere idea of it. "Lorraine was different. I was different. Back then I had the thought that marrying her would hold me back from my dreams of seeing the world and making a difference. Now I know better." He adjusted his stance and met his friend's eyes before continuing, "And I know being a parent can be tough, whether or not you're as fucked up as I am, but I do want this, more than I ever imagined I would."
"Shit, Jav," Steve said, the edges of his mouth pulling up, "Don't tell me that. Tell her."
He was right. Though Javier was sure you hadn't noticed, he still needed to tell you all of it. To assure you that he loved you and that he was going to be there for you, the both of you.
He chuckled and Steve raised a brow at him, uncertain of what was so funny.
"You ever consider a side job as a shrink?" Javier smirked and Steve huffed at him. "Depends, you ever gonna hit a bird?"
"Fuck you. You distracted me last time!"
Steve nodded at him as an amused gleam sparked in his pale blue eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say, Jav."
He patted his shoulder. "See ya in the mornin'."
Javier grunted a goodnight to him and entered the house to find you waiting in the kitchen, a broad smile on your face. He realized then that the screen door's window had been open.
"How much of that did you hear?" he asked.
You strolled over to him and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Enough to know you're going to be a great father, whether you believe it or not."
"Say that again," he murmured against your lips, his heart feeling like it wanted to burst out of his chest.
You understood, you always did. You placed a hand over his heart. "You're going to be a father, Javi."
He grinned at you and scooped you up into his arms. "Thank you for that."
"I couldn't imagine having a baby with anyone else," you told him honestly, and the love in your eyes left no room for him to doubt it, so he didn't.
You spent the rest of the night in each other's arms.
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Mini Multi-chapter fics (in the works)
With or without you (javier x you x frankie morales): You invite another man in you and Javi's relationship.
With or without you
With or without you 2
With or without you 3
Long Multi-chapter fics (in the works)
Exile (Javier x f! DEA agent): After Steve Murphy's unforgivable death in the never-ending fight against Pablo Escobar, Javier Peña finds himself stuck with a new partner. A girl that they brought from Miami. Smart, devastating, strong. Nothing he would have thought her to be. Their rivalry builds up to something intense, destructive.
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Oneshots and requests
The intern ✰: You're the DEA's new intern and Javier is determined to ruin your innocence.
Far away ϟ: You meet Javier at the airport after running away from your country.
You better run ϟ ✰: Everyone insists you stay out of the action and Javier makes up for it in the end.
A long day ✰: Agent Peña comes home late from work to his wife, who has a really dirty idea. (or the day you eat Javier's ass)
Satellite ϟ ✰: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone arounds you, including him, makes it really hard.
Red lace ✰: You're Javier's secretary and you're doing everything in your power to make him fold.
New experience ✰: You peg Javier.
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Sorry if this is too much to ask but would you happen to have some Bucky fics recommendations to keep me distracted while you’re working on Honey Girl? Preferably series but just singular ones are okay as well.
I hope you’re having an amazing day! 🥰
(Also, ‘Murphy’ is my maiden name so I thought that was funny. Lol.)
hi lovely!! i've had a couple of people tell me their maiden name is murphy actually, it's so sweet
my favourite bucky (and steve) writer is @heli0s-writes. if you go into their masterlist, you'll find both series and oneshots!! they're all gorgeously written, and i always go back and reread them if i need a dose of bucky or steve. <3
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Kiss In Stitches
Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader/OC (Agent Jackson) -> Turns out, Javi is scared of hospitals so you distract him in the only way you can think of at the time, but it comes back to haunt you.
Disclaimer: Doesn't really follow Narcos, techincally. Fluff, angst, not proof read. Mentions of death in hospitals etc.
You had met Agent Peña during a field opp. It had been you - working for Interpol - and Murphy until Peña finally arrived back to the DEA and you all made your way into the apartment block.
With the drug trade growing, Interpol got more and more concerned. That was when they sent you. You were one of the best agents to graduate from your academy year. No-one had marksman ship like you. They also didn’t know as many languages as you, either.
Both of your parents were diplomats. Your mother had the higher authority so you spent more time at home with your dad - who had taught you to speak Italian, Spanish, Russian and French.
It had been a rocky start; Peña not being told you existed was the main thing.
“Who’s she?”
“She has a name.” You voiced before Murphy could introduce you both.
“Javi, meet Agent Jackson. Interpol.”
“Interpol?” Peña questioned before looking to you. “I wasn’t aware-”
“Clearly. Shall we?”
By the time you both got back to the Embassy, you and Peña had gotten onto better terms. Mostly because he’d saved your life. As one sacario shot at you and you shot back, one appeared behind you. If Peña hadn’t gotten there first, you’d probably (definitely) be dead.
It had been a quick turn around and before you knew it, you found yourself permenatly partnered with Peña and Murphy. You became a good trio. It was also nice to learn that Steve had a wife. Connie.
You both got on like a house on fire. And, with your sister back in Europe helping at the hospitals, you had 24hr access to medical knowledge - especially when it came to children.
Your sister had trained, originally, as a general surgeon before she decided to retrain almost 10 years ago to be a midwife and help mothers and their children. Most of your medical knowledge came from your sister because, during the time of her exams, she didn’t have anyone else to help her revise and study. So, you became a sound board.
It just helped that you listened.
This was how you knew, during a raid, that Peña needed stitches. Several to be exact.
“What?”
He seemed a little panicked as you helped him stand and both looked down to the scar in his leg.
“Murphy!” You yelled, and two seconds later, the blond came round the corner.
“Yeah? Oh.”
“Medic’s are still 20 minutes out. I can get him to the hospital in 10. Mind holding down the fort, here?”
Murphy nodded. “Sure.”
“I don’t need a hospital.”
You scoffed and titled your head for a second as if to say Come on, Peña. “We both know that isn’t true.”
Grabbing him by the upper arm, you secured your gun away before dragging Peña out of the building, down the stairs and towards your car.
“Honestly, I’m fine. I can wait for the medics-”
“Shut up.”
By the time you arrived to the hospital and basically had to drag Peña all the way inside to the point where he wouldn’t even sit down on the bed once they found him a room, so you had to place both your hands on his shoulders, walk him backwards til his legs hit the bed and sit him down.
“They’ll fix you up in no time.”
“I didn’t-”
“If you say you didn’t need to come, I will personally shoot you myself.” You warned.
It was over the next 10 minutes that you saw Peña’s emotions.
You had sat down on one of the chairs and for at least 8 of those minutes, Peña had been picking his finger nails, bouncing his leg, flattening his ‘tash over and over, running a hand at the back of his neck and through his hair.
“Penn-ya?” You sounded out, getting his attention.
This was a man who was on the hunt for Escobar. A man who you had been shoot down plenty of sacarios, risk his life every single day doing a job that he loves and yet…
He’s scared of, what? A hospital?
“Are you-”
But you didn’t get to ask, “Are you nervous?” because a moment later, the door opened up and in walked the doctor ready to complete his stitches.
You watched as Peña tried to remain calm throughout it all. Every now and again, he’d swear under his breath. Even though they’d given him some pain-killers, he wanted back on the job.
More so, he wanted out of the hospital.
But as it was getting down to the final few sitiches, the pain seemed to be getting worse.
And so was Peña.
His nerves were sky rocketing because he didn’t want to look at his wound being sown up right before his eyes, but he also didn’t want to see around the hospital.
So standing by his side, you got him to focus on you rather than the pain and the white-washed, bleach smelling walls.
And that was when you did what even you least expected.
You kissed him.
It was…a surprise to say the least. The doctor paid no attention, finishing up Peña’s stitches whilst his body was completely still. The kiss, although lasted, still felt (oddly) too short.
hankfully, by the time you pulled away, the doctor had finished and was writing Peña a perscription for some pain killers.
“These should disolve, but if there are any signs of infection, come straight back.”
Peña, after a moment (having to tear his eyes from yours), nodded and stood up.
“It will be sore for a few days, so I say rest. I understand your job isn’t exactly the most ideal, but try where you can.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
Peña signed himself out and it was awkward silence all the way to the car. But he broke it.
“Thanks, by the way. For the…kiss. I was nervous, that was why you did it, right?” God, he’d never been this awkward around a woman. It was like he was going bright red from just the word kiss. What was he? A teenager?
“It was the only way I could think about taking your mind off it.” You answered as you walked around to the driver’s seat. “Why…why do you not like hospitals? You attend med school and, what? Faint in the reception?”
In all honesty, you did want to know. But now it was also to deflect from the kiss.
Peña gave a small laugh as he lifted himself into the car and shut the door. “I don’t know…I’ve just never…They’re never a good place. They help people, but anyone I’ve met who’s gone in…9 times out of 10, they didn’t come back out.”
“So? What? You’ve never been in one since?”
Peña smirked. “Welll, if i got kissed every time I went, I’d be sure to turn up more often.”
Your smile back turned into a laugh that both of you shared. So, good, you both thought it was something to laugh about.
But…one question remained.
Why didn’t it feel like that? And why did you (both) want to to happen again?
Okay, maybe two questions.
The weeks that followed, everything seemed to go back to normal. Or, at least, what you both thought was normal.
But, no.
Murphy knew different. Everyone did.
When asked by Connie, Steve couldn’t exactly pin-point it. It was just…something. Like, the way you’d look at Peña when he wasn’t looking, or the way he’d look at you when you weren’t. Or it was in the way, when left alone in a room together, Murphy could walk back in and he could cut through the tention.
But it wasn’t hatred.
Neither of you yelled at the other. Neither of you looked like you were ready to shoot the other given the chance.
It was just, plain awkwardness.
“Maybe the like each other?” Connie suggested. “I mean, if I didn’t know them, part of me would think maybe.”
“But…it’s Peña and Jackson. They work well together, but…romantically. I- I just can’t see it, Connie.”
“Well, have you thought about asking one of them. Maybe they might tell you. Ask Peña. If anyone is going to cough it up, it’ll be him.”
Connie was right.
Peña was a good cop and, every now and then, he could get away with a lie. But you were something else entirally.
In all honesty, no-one really knew much about you other than the information you had given up - even then it wasn’t out right. They’d have to pay close attention.
Or read what they could of your file.
They knew nothing of your childhood other than you moved around a lot, you had one sister (but you could have more siblings for all they knew), you trained in the academy when you were 20 having early admission since you graduated University early. But that was about it.
They knew nothing other than what could be infered from a file.
And they’d asked a couple of questions over the last few months - like your coffee order. But you wouldn’t even tell them that. You’d just stand and go and get the coffee’s yourself and since it was in a to-go cup - like the rest of their’s - they didn’t know what you drank. Creame? Sugar?...salt? Who knows.
You also would disappear at least twice a week at lunch. At one point, they had decided to follow you but they’d lost you after twenty seconds. You were quick and light on your feet.
This was why you were the best in your class.
They had offered you the opportunity to work for the Secret Service at one point but you had turned the job down. Plus, with Interpol, you got to travel.
Even if they weren’t the happiest of ‘holiday’s’.
But all of this changed when Murphy out right asked Peña one day, what was going on between him and yourself.
Of course, he denied everything. Nothing was wrong. Everything was normal.
So, Steve brought in Connie.
Within ten minutes, Connie had it out of Peña about what happened.
“So, she kissed you…then what?”
“We left the hospital and…that was it.”
“And you haven’t talk about it.” Connie could already tell.
“I guess. We joked about it but then we went back to work.”
“And how has it been since?”
Connie leaned back in his husband’s desk chair.
“Normal.”
“You keep saying that Javi, but you keep watching the door waiting for her to come around the corner. Have you thought about telling her how you feel?”
Javi laughed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, have you told her that you like her.”
“I don’t like her.” Javi denied.
It was now Connie’s turn to laugh. “Javi, please. I know a love-sick man when I see him.”
“I like her just fine, it’s just…”
“What?Javi, you can say you’re scared. Look,” Connie stood up and flattened the collar of his shirt. “Just talk to her. You might find she feels the same way. Why else would she have kissed you? She could have slapped you instead, but she didn’t. Just think about it.”
After that, he did.
And it wouldn’t leave his head.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to do it again. Because he did. So much. But you were- are a co-worker. There had to be rules around a cop dating a cop. Especially in the DEA.
Nevertheless, it still played on his mind. Day in, day out. If he even looked in your general direction, he was always fearful if you could hear what he was thinking.
Yet, it wasn’t until two weeks later, in the file room, did he try and talk about it.
You had gone in there and shut the door behind you. No-one really came in the room hours after lunch so you had the small cupboard all to yourself, until Javi entered.
“Hey,” he looked flustered.
Nervous.
“Can we talk?”
“About what?” you asked, looking back to the file. But that was short lived as he walked over and placed a hand to push to file down from your face. He needed you to look at him.
“We need to talk about it. The kiss. Why did you kiss me?”
“Jav- Peña. Look, I’m sorry it happened okay-”
“I’m not.”
“But you were shaking like a leaf and- what?”
“I’m not.” Peña repeated. “I’m not sorry it happened. I-I don’t know what else to say. I’m just…I’m not sorry it happened and I’d by lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it and-”
“Javi, please. We…we can’t do this.” It felt like the walls were closing in on you. You could smell his colounge and it was intoxicating.
“Please, hermosa.” The nickname rolled off his tough effortlessly. Like the name had always belonged to you. “Why did you…do you want it to happen again?”
His voice is soft and you can hear youself screaming, yes! but…something stops you.
Nerves.
“I…I can’t.”
With that, you left. All you wanted to do was run out of the building but the moment you left, Murphy slammed down his phone.
“Where’s Peña?”
Then he appeared by your side. “Grab your vests.”
A building of sacarios. Three of which were Escobar’s right-hand men. His most trusted.
Get one…get them all.
The sky above was growing darker by the hour and, although the temperature had dropped, it was still warm outside.
And Peña had been watching your every move.
He knew you…to an extent. He knew you well enough to know that you would say “no,” if you didn’t want it to happen. He knew, or maybe he hoped, there was still a part of you, no matter how small, wanted exactly what he wanted.
For it to happen again.
“Jackson!”
He approached the back of your car as you strapped on your vest. You tried to run, but you didn’t get very far.
“Please, can we just talk-”
“No, Javi. I…I can’t do this right now.”
Peña stopped in his tracks, watching you walk down the hill. In truth, you were maybe 6ft in front of him.
“Why did you kiss me?”
You slowed to a stop.
“You could have slapped me, punched me, shot me in the leg for all I cared. But you kissed me. Why?”
He slowly walked closer to you and before you knew it, you had turned to face him.
“Why, hermosa? Why?”
“I don’t know, okay! I don’t know. It was the only thing I could think of at the time.”
“And about what I asked you before?”
“I can’t…Javi. I…”
“Who says?”
It took you a moment. “I do. I…I can’t do this with you, Javi.”
“Why?”
He probably sounded desperate, and he was. He needed to know why before he walked away.
“I just…”
When you didn’t say anything else, Javi held your head in his hand, cupping your cheeks before pulling you closer. The grip was lose enough for you to push him away if you wanted to but when you began to kiss back and pulled yourself closer, his grip became more secure.
When he went to break the kiss, a small noise escaped your lips to which he chuckled and kissed you again.
It was…intoxicating. Addictive.
“Tell me you feel the same.”
“And that didn’t prove it?” You breathed.
Javi chuckled, holding your head against his. His hand lay at the back of your neck, holding you in place. “I need words, hermosa.”
You smiled. “I feel the same.”
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The New Guy | Steve Murphy x m!reader
Anonymous asked: All this Steve Murphy talk reminded me to request something for him kdfjkdfjsk
Prompts:
"I've got you, don't worry"
"Fuck off, I’m not scared"
Was thinking something along the lines of the reader being a Rookie and working with Javier and Steve and Steve sort of takes him under his wing
summary: you're the new guy, but while everyone else is perfectly fine with you, Steve treats you a little... differently.
tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of gun violence
You were new to the whole DEA thing, transferred after you had finished your qualifications that were apparently needed for you to head to Columbia, you weren't sure why exactly; you had originally planned on getting down there to study ecology and conservation, and still had the qualifications to do it. But the money was better with the DEA, so you took the job, hoping that you could just lounge around in an office all day and maybe wander around to see the wildlife. You figured it would be easy. But then you were tasked to shadow Javier Peña and Steve Murphy.
Javier was nice, a little bit of a flirt and sometimes too much, but he was nice enough; he always brought you coffee when he got some for himself and Steve, even though he didn't have to. He always made sure that whatever snacks he got for stake outs were suitable for your dietary needs, too. He was nice enough, very handsome. Very charming.
Then there was Steve... fuck. Charming, American accent. Blue eyes that made you weak. Kind. More than kind, he always double checked that Javier had gotten your coffee just the way you liked it, always looked at the ingredients on snacks and warned you if they weren't suitable, always found a snake or two to tell you about. Golden hair and blue eyes and he would sit just a little close at the cramped desk, his shoulder against yours as he let his knee press against yours; he would double check your paperwork, he would buy you a packet of cigarettes every time he got himself one. Steve was... Steve was always good to you.
Javier was more than happy to just let you sit in the car whenever they went to deal with the real dangerous shit, but Steve always insisted that you ought to come along.
"He's just a fucking rookie."
"So?" Steve would put a hand on his hip. "If they see him sat there, they're gonna kill him. He's better off with us."
Javier would then insist that you were Steve's responsibility, that he had to keep an eye on you because even though Javier liked you, he wasn't about to keep an eye on a rookie while getting fucking shot at; you didn't blame him, you would have done the same.
So Steve ended up taking you under his wing, he ended up practically looking after you; his ex wife Connie would occasionally pop in and see you on your days off if Steve couldn't get away. She was lovely. She always brought you something to eat even if you could cook for yourself, telling you that really it was no worry, it was no problem - she kept saying that she was actually happy that Steve had taken a shine to you, and she admitted that if she had met you first... she would have, too. Connie was lovely, and you quite often swung by her place unannounced if you ever needed someone to talk to. She was good like that.
You and Steve were doing overtime tonight, flicking through files and newspapers and reports and everything else you could get your hands on, it was just you and Steve at the office though, well, you and Steve and the cleaning staff; he kept stealing glances at you, his breath hitching in his throat each time he looked at you. He kept swallowing thickly, kept shifting in his seat and kept running a hand through his hair like he had something to say but couldn't work up the gall to actually say it.
You nudged his shoulder, clearing his throat as you tossed a file into his lap. "You okay? You're... fidgety."
"I'm fine," Steve told you, although the way that he clenched his jaw said otherwise. "Is Connie gonna swing by yours later?"
"Yeah," you nodded, eyeing him with suspicion for a second. "She's gonna check on my dogs and snakes for me, make sure everything's okay... I owe her so much for doing shit like that... she, uh, she mentioned that she had a date tomorrow night."
"Yeah, some guy she met," he hummed. "He seems alright. He's clean. Attractive."
You froze a little at the last bit. "What do you mean attractive? Like, you'd date him attractive, or he's just... nice looking?"
"I'd date him," Steve admitted, clearing his throat. "That's, uh, that's not uhm... y'know, I'm, well... y'know, but-"
"It's fine," you dared to laugh softly, shaking your head as you lowered your voice a little, a force of habit. "I'm queer, Steve. You're safe with me, I've got you, don't worry."
"Fuck off, I'm not scared," he growled a little, not knowing that the way he said it sent a jolt down your spine, but then he laughed softly. "Sorry... you're new, and I shouldn't."
"Who cares that I'm new?" You scoffed. "Javier treats me like I've been here for years."
"I care," he said softly, slowly. "You're... you're not like anyone else, (y/n)... you're a good man."
You grumbled a little, daring to shift around just enough so that you could rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let out a yawn. "So, what? You decided to take me under your wing because I'm good?"
"Well... there's other reasons," Steve admitted with a slight shrug, his gaze going to your lips for a second before he cleared his throat and growled softly under his breath. "I really shouldn't... we're... we work together, and you're new here."
"I don't care about that," you told him quietly, shaking your head. "I mean, if I didn't work here... I'd be down, if you were... I'd... I'd wanna be your boyfriend."
His eyes went a little wide as he looked at you for a second, but then he moved so that he could pull you onto his lap, large hands on your face as he pulled you in; it was instinctive more than anything, and he knew he would regret it the second that your lips were on his... but fuck, you felt so good and he couldn't help it when he slipped his tongue between your lips and how the soft moan that left you made his head spin. He would regret kissing you, you were colleagues, but... but he adored you.
He really adored you and when you pulled away, Steve couldn't help but to miss the feeling of your mouth on his; his chest heaving and his breathing ragged as he looked up at you with those baby blues. Shit, he adored you a lot more than he wanted to admit.
"You would?"
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"Yeah," you nodded, daring to smile at him as you raked a hand through his hair and hummed quietly. "I'd, I'd really like that... if, y'know, if that's what you want, too."
You pulled a cigarette out from your pocket, and let him cup his hands around it while you lit it; he even smiled when you blew a huff of smoke directly into his face.
"What do you say, Murphy?"
"I'd say be a good boyfriend, and give me half of that cigarette," he growled. "And then maybe we can go get coffee."
#mlem writes#steve murphy x you#steve murphy x reader#steve murphy imagine#steve Murphy#narcos x reader#narcos oneshot#narcos imagine#narcos fanfiction#narcos fic#narcos
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Arte’s Writer Wednesday entries | Updated list
A03: Artemiseamoon
Works prior to 8.23.22 ⬅️
Works after 8.23.22 listed below.
Snippets will be shared on tumblr, follow A03 link for the full work 💕
1. One day at a time | multi chapter | TF | Santiago Pope Garcia | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
2. Venice at Midnight | oneshot | UMWOT | Javi G x woc f reader | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
3. A fall getaway | oneshot | Triple Frontier | Benny Miller x f reader | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
4. A hermits Journey | oneshot | SOA | Jax & brother omc (Garrett Hedlund) | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
5. So much for a hot date | oneshot | Young Santi x f reader | TF x The Blob | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
6. Decided by Fate | 2 shot | Tyler Rake x ofc | Extraction | (pt 1 snippet) | pt 2 snippet | A03 link ✔️
7. Neptunium pt 2 | pt 3 | Vampire John Wick x f reader/ or oc | (snippet)| A03 link ✔️
8. Desire | drabble | Desire of the endless x GN reader | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
9. The Wedding Date | oneshot | Santi x ofc (TF) | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
10. Love you, endlessly | oneshot| Ezra x ofc (Prospect) | (snippet) | A03 link ✔️
11. Indigo | oneshot | Prince Fennec x Sophie | black! Cinderella au | draft release -tumblr | a03 ✔️
Feels like home | drabble within an existing universe | Jon Bernthal as Blake | (snippet) | A03 link - up next
Sweet bread | short drabble | The Gray Man | Sierra Six | (snippet) | A03 link
Midnight storm | preview of one shot | Arte original with some familiar faces | tumblr preview | A03 link
Upcoming
Steve Murphy x wife reader for week 24
TF guys, Rick flag, f reader for week 22
Jax Teller x black tattoo artist f reader for week 21
Sierra Six week 19
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♫ ― 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!
⋆ a few things to note before requesting!
before i start, i just want to emphasize the fact that this is strictly a plus size reader account, so i will not write for thin/skinny coded reader.
unless it's stated otherwise, the reader will be female.
my life is busy and more often than not, i am ridiculously exhausted, so it may take me longer to get to your request. I am not ignoring them!
this also goes hand in hand with the rule above, and though it hasn't happened before and i would prefer to keep it that way, please don't rush me to write your request!
please specify what kind of plotline that you would like, and also where it takes place/what season it's in the series/movie that you're requesting for!
i would really appreciate it if you would not send me a request anywhere else that is not in my inbox; like my comments on certain posts or in the comments on my ao3.
if i do not feel comfortable writing your request or if you have asked for something i do not write for, i have the right to delete them!
please also specify what trope you'd like! (i.e. enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, etc.)
the female characters that i write for will be paired up with female reader on default, so if you wish for the reader to be gender neutral, please state it if so!
i always try to keep my writing as race neutral as possible, but if you'd like a certain gender, religion, sexuality, skin color, etc. to be emphasized, please let me know! i'm always trying to make my account more inclusive for others!
if you want either a blurb, headcanon, or a oneshot, please tell me!
what i write: fluff, smut, angst, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, sick fics, urequited love, bad endings, platonic relationships (i.e family relationships, friendships, etc.), threesomes, polyamorous relationships.
what i do not write: self-harm, sexual offenses of any sort, non-con, dub-con, age-play, dd/lg, md/lb, any kind of sexual play, little space, scat, water sports, throw up, illegal or immoral age gaps, or just any kinks that do not include clearly stated consent, incest, cheating (on the reader), feederism, fat fetishizing, requested series/mini series, songfics, singing.
♫ ― 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
women: rowena macleod, meg masters, michonne hawthorne, maggie greene, rosita espinosa, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, tara lewis, elle greenaway, natasha romanov, wanda maximoff, tess servopoulos, ss harley quinn, annie 'starlight' january, rosalie hale, alice cullen, usagi yuzuha, kuina hikari, ann rizuna, kate sharma.
men: dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, rick grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, matt simmons, steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, matthew murdock, peter parker (no smut; goes for all universes), murphy macmanus, joel miller, boaz priestly, jim hopper, jonathan byers (smut for only s4), hughie campbell, mike schmidt, edward cullen, jasper hale, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, charlie swan, jacob black (smut only for eclipse ➝ breaking dawn part 1-2!), chishiya shuntaro, arisu rhyohei.
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Random Ship Oneshots/Drabbles
Random Ship Oneshots/Drabbles
by Kit_S
This book is also posted over on wattpad, by myself.
This book will be just random ship oneshots! Requests are always open! Updates will be odd and rare but if there is a schedule it will likely be Tuesday every week and Thursday every other week.
¡¡Disclaimer!!:I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise in the chapter, and all rights reserved to to rightful owners.!!!!!
Some ships included:
•Byler
•ElMax
•Joyce/Hopper
•Dr.Alexei/Murray
•Steddie
•Harringrove
•HenRay
•TodoKami
•Aareid
•Moreid
•Tanjitsu
•Inoten
•Barney/Logs(If you know what this is from marriage is openly requested)
•Apollo/Hyacinthus
•Renkaza
•Veronica/JD
•Ram/Kurt
•Reddie
•BillDip
•Drarry
•Pansmione
•Ginny/Luna
•Hades/Persephone
•Zeus/Hera
•Rhea/Kronos
•+More and Requests!
-Please note that there are some things I won't write as I either have very little knowledge to the specific subject or ship or I am just not comfortable writing it. Most boundaries will be in the first A/N!
Thank you!
Words: 517, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Oneshot Book Collections
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Criminal Minds (US TV), Hannibal (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe, Heathers (1988), IT (Movies - Muschietti), Gravity Falls, Henry Danger (TV), Dead End: Paranormal Park (Cartoon)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage
Categories: Multi
Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Aaron Hotchner, Eddie Munson, Alexei (Stranger Things), Apollo, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Jason "J. D." Dean, The Heathers (Heathers), Veronica Sawyer, Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager
Relationships: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Tanjirou, Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Alexei/Murray Bauman, Kurt Kelly/Ram Sweeney, Jason "J. D." Dean/Veronica Sawyer, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Apollo/Hyacinthus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)
Additional Tags: Neil Hargrove's A+ Parenting, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, no beta we die like Alexei, Iwouldaddallthecharactersandfandomsbutimlazy, Gay, LGBTQ, Fluff, Smut, established relationships - Freeform, Iwouldaddmoretagsbutimlazytbh
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