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Blackmail – (14) This is the end || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
Previously: chapter 13
Note: 2 years. It's been almost 2 years since the last update. I'm terrible. But anyway, here's the final chapter.
It took a few months, but eventually you managed to loosen up in Alejandro’s presence. The awkward feeling slowly melted away and happiness gradually took its place, bringing back the feelings you had forgotten about in the past year or so. The warmth he radiated when he was around you was in stark contrast with his cold, calculated personality when he was working. You were drawn to him, every cell in your body wanted to be near him while he was at home and a delicate smile crept on your lips whenever you laid your eyes on him.
He had been gone for a week and you were missing him by now. The days like this, when you knew he was about to finally come home, were always filled with joy and anticipation. You just wanted to hug him again to know he was alive and well. Sure, there could be small wounds or bruises, but those were nothing you couldn't handle.
You were planning to cook dinner for him—his favorite, no less—along with a dessert you had learned from a friend you made in Bogotá not long ago. When he sent a message from the airport that he would be home in two hours because he had to take care of something first, you began to cook then quickly did your hair and make-up before picking a dress you thought he would like to see on you.
This was the day when you knew you were ready to make a move on him. Until now you had been sleeping in separate bedrooms, but tonight you wanted to change this. It was time to let things go back to the way they had been before he left you.
The front door opened shortly before everything was ready in the kitchen, so you didn’t have the opportunity to go and meet him there. Instead you waited for him to go to you, and turned away from the food for a second to give him a kiss when he stopped next to you and put a hand on the small of your back. He looked a little confused at first, probably not understanding why you suddenly changed your mind, but then he flashed a warm smile at you then headed to the living room.
“It smells great,” he said, referring to the food. “Thank you for taking the time to cook for me. I’m starving.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. “I knew you would be so focused on work that you forget to eat all day,” you told him almost scoldingly.
Alejandro shook his head before turning his attention to his phone. You didn’t mind the silence, at least you could pay full attention to the food in front of you. Within a few minutes you could put the plates on the table while he poured you both some wine. Everything went so smoothly without exchanging words that you wondered how you hadn’t noticed things were back to normal before.
To your surprise, he began to tell you about his latest job, going into just enough details to feed your curiosity without saying too much. He wanted to keep you away from that part of his life now that you successfully left it behind. You were honestly grateful for that. Sure, you had gotten used to the cruelty on Matt’s team, but it didn’t mean you agreed with it.
By the time you served the dessert, the two of you got lost in a pleasant conversation. He had plans; plans to take you away for a long weekend somewhere nice, to take you to a restaurant in a neighboring town he had just heard of, and to stay home and watch your favorite movies with you. These were things you had done when you were together as a real couple, so you guessed it was his way of returning things to the old normal.
Once you finished, you quickly put the empty plates into the dishwasher then returned to Alejandro with a seductive smile on your lips, your hand already extended to him. He stood up and took your hand without a question, silently watching you before leaning down to kiss you, his movements surprisingly hesitant. Maybe he wasn't sure if he decoded your signals correctly, after all you'd been keeping your distance since you arrived, but you were quick to take the lead and deepen the kiss that felt oh-so-good after all this time.
“I missed this. I missed you,” he corrected himself with a smile. You were by now grinning from ear to ear, your chin resting on his shoulder as you pressed your body as close to his as possible. “Does this mean things will be back to normal?”
“Normal as in how they used to be before you had to leave?” Alejandro hummed in agreement and you placed a soft kiss on the base of his neck. “I think so. I'm sorry it took me this long,” you said quietly.
To your surprise, he let out a short laugh at this then leaned back to grab your chin and make you look at him. “You don't have to apologize. You were with someone else before I returned, I would have found it alarming if you could jump back into this relationship without a problem.”
The always thoughtful and understanding man you loved so much. It was nice to know he was still there for you despite what you had done with his good friend. You were afraid in the beginning that he would be mad at you for being with Matt, believing you both betrayed his trust, but that wasn't the case. He understood that there had always been some sort of weird, twisted connection between the two of you, and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
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It was three in the morning when you woke up from a dream that wasn't really a nightmare, but wasn't a pleasant one either. Your arms were wrapped around Alejandro's body with your head resting on his shoulder, and you watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed in his sleep. After all those months you dreamed about the day you had arrived, more specifically the moment you found an unfamiliar phone in your suitcase with a note from Matt.
Maybe you remembered because Alejandro brought him up after dinner, but now you couldn't really get past your rising curiosity. You had never checked that phone. You never turned it on to see what was on it, to see if there were any messages left for you. As the minutes slowly passed, you couldn't stop thinking about it. All you had to do was quietly leaving this bedroom and heading to your own, opening the suitcase and turning on the damn thing. It wasn't that hard.
After carefully placing a kiss on his collarbone, you slowly let go of him and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for a few moments to see if he woke up. But there was nothing, he was sleeping soundly without noticing your absence. Gulping, you walked into your room and took the phone from the bottom of the closet. You turned it on and it asked for the SIM card’s PIN code. How could you possibly know that? You checked the note it came with, but there was nothing.
Then you tried the year you were born in, a long shot, you knew, but to your biggest surprise that was it. And soon the notifications began to arrive from a messaging app. Every single message came from the same person.
Matt: Are you in Bogotá? I'm sure he went back there.
Matt: Are you okay?
Matt: Is everything okay there?
Matt: Look, I know it must be weird to be with him again, if you want to talk to someone, I'm here.
Matt: Don't you miss your family and friends?
Matt: You can come back anytime.
Matt: Come back to us.
Matt: Why aren't you reading these? Come on, open the app and read them.
Matt: Answer me, please.
Matt: Steve was shot. He's okay. He said he wished you were here with us.
Matt: I hope you know that we all miss you.
Matt: I called your parents. Some kid had told them you were working in the middle of nowhere on another continent and you wouldn't be able to call them. I assured them you were okay and they seemed relieved. I hope it wasn't a lie and you're really okay.
Matt: I miss you.
Matt: My wife knows, by the way. I told her I slept with someone. We're going to counseling, although I doubt that could help us. All I can think about is you. It's been three months and I'm sitting here like some lovesick puppy. Pathetic.
Matt: [message deleted]
Matt: Is he treating you right?
You let out a groan after the last message. He knew Alejandro, he knew he would always treat you right. Shaking your head, you began to type a reply.
You: Stop writing to me.
Just when you were about to turn off the device, it vibrated in your hand.
Matt: I was beginning to think you would never read these.
You: I just found this phone and wanted to see what you did with it.
Matt: But you read the messages.
You: Out of curiosity.
Matt: You can’t let me go.
You: I only wrote to you to make you stop.
Matt: If that was true, you would’ve stopped after the first message. But you keep replying.
You: Why are you even awake this late?
Matt: I'm on a mission, we had a long night and I can't sleep. I could be asking you the same thing, though.
You: I was looking for something and bumped into this phone.
Matt: In the middle of the night?
You: Try to get some sleep. Take care.
Matt: WAIT!
Matt: I need to know if you're that annoyingly happy couple again.
You: We're getting there.
Matt: Good for him.
“What are you doing?” you suddenly heard Alejandro's voice from the door. He had his arms folded over his chest as he watched you, but his posture wasn't threatening at all. You felt safe, even when he sat down next to you and took the phone from your hand to read the messages. “I never thought he would end up like this. Didn't seem like the type of man who gets this obsessed with someone.”
You drew in a deep breath as you looked at him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have checked it,” you apologized quietly. But he wasn't mad. Instead he kissed your temple before turning his attention to the device. “Let's just turn it off again, okay?” you suggested.
Shaking his head, Alejandro between to type, so you leaned closer to see what he was writing.
You: We're happy, don't ruin it. Focus on fixing your marriage. - Alejandro
Matt: Guess it means she couldn't keep it from you. You okay?
You: Do you even care?
Matt: I thought we were friends.
You: Goodbye, Matt.
With that he turned off the device and gave it back to you. “Do you want to go back?” he asked you.
You leaned your head on his shoulder and put the phone on the bed behind you. “I have everything I need here, why would I want to go?”
“Maybe because you miss your family.”
You did miss them, that was true, but he was now your family too. Leaving him just didn't feel right, you were feeling the same as you had a year ago. Your heart was filled with this warm and soft feeling that was most probably the kind of love only he could make you feel, and there was an invisible string pulling you back to him every time you left his side.
After inhaling and exhaling, you laced your fingers with his and said, “Matt told them I was okay. He would have told me if something was wrong with them.”
“One day we'll go and meet them, okay? I'll arrange it.” He kissed your head softly, his nose buried in your hair until he waited for your reaction. When you hummed in agreement, he let out a short laugh. “Remember that restaurant we went to before that mission last year?”
“Oh, of course I do. I haven't had anything nearly as good since that,” you told him with a dreamy sigh.
“I have a reservation for tonight. I wanted to surprise you, but I think you could use this information after all of this,” he said, and you could tell he was smiling as he talked. “We’re gonna be okay, won't we?”
You looked up at him, just silently observing him for a while before finally making a move and leaning in to kiss him. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he kissed you back, his movements becoming more and more impatient before he finally pushed you on the bed. As long as you understood each other without words, things would surely be okay, you knew that.
#fic: blackmail#sicario#alejandro gillick#alejandro gillick x reader#alejandro gillick imagine#matt graver#matt graver imagine#matt graver x reader#sicario day of the soldado#sicario soldado
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Redemption
Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader, (gun wound, blood, the usual for the movies) 1047 words
a/n : super duper self-indulgent Alejandro fic cause I'll write whatever gives me wings at this point. This gif might not be from Sicario but yhlqmdlg Benicio is hot anyway
Tagging the besties-that-might-like-this as usual @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst
‘’ Stay still, I don't want to hurt you. ‘’
Any more than he already has. Still, it hurts when Alejandro puts his hand on your stomach, hard and warm against your abdomen. The bullet grazed you, thankfully, but deep and bloody, straight in between the Kevlar, slicing through your shirt. You can’t help but jerk when he presses his fingers into your skin, teeth baring in a hiss. It is dusk now, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the scene orange and red. How long has it been since he left you in this ditch? Why did he even bother to come back?
‘’ You fucking shot me. ‘’
It comes out of you in a cough, as if you can’t believe it yourself. You are probably in shock, you realize, cold and losing blood for what seems like hours at this point. Where is my gun? You taste the blood in your mouth as you speak again. Where am I?
‘’ You fucking shot me. ‘’
You struggle against his hold, opposite hand grabbing his wrist in an attempt to get free. Let me go, you want to tell him, let me be, but it feels like paste in your mouth, dried tongue, you can’t get the words out.
‘’ Stay still. ‘’ He pushes back, and you can do nothing but let him, ‘’ They would have shot you anyway, your cover is blown. ‘’
‘’ Yeah, no shit. ‘’
Every word feels like sandpaper in your throat, scratching on its way out, keeping you from saying more mean and distasteful things. You let yourself fall back against the sand, letting the dust settle again in your lungs. Matt had told you they had caught rumours of your CIA affiliation through the low ranks, but you still went anyway, believing you could work your way through it. Pinches narcos de mierda. Alejandro fetches gauze out of his backpack, pulling you closer to cut the strap of your bulletproof vest with his knife. You feel blood moving down your chin.
‘’ If you heard what they were telling me they would do to you before you got there maybe you wouldn’t be so feisty about this. ‘’
‘’ You threw me in a ditch. ‘’
‘’ And they think you’re dead, you’re welcome. ‘’
He gently wipes the blood off your chin with his glove before turning his attention back to your shirt. It tugs on your skin as it separates from the dried blood, raw, stiff, a new colour from what it was this morning. You let Alejandro turn you to your side, inspecting the wound he inflicted, tucking your face in his elbow as he presses the tissue on your wound.
‘’ You’ve lost a lot of blood, but it’s not that deep, you’ll be fine. ‘’
‘’ I’m surprised they don’t think you’re CIA now- ‘’
You hiss when he starts moving the tape around your torso, pulling it tighter every time he starts another round.
‘’ I guess shooting you was a good move, they don’t suspect a thing. ‘’
Idiots, you want to say, all of them. You remember them dragging your body in the back of a car, carelessly tossed across the seat next to Alejandro, you remember how easy it was to play dead, how cold you were, how the pain made your whole body numb, Alejandro’s hand on your vest to keep you from rolling over as they drove in circles for hours.
‘’ It’s a fucking miracle. ‘’
That he isn’t dead, that you aren’t, that no one caught your whimpers after every bump or Alejandro softly shushing you afterwards. A fucking miracle.
‘’ You tell me. ‘’
He issues no warning as he pulls you up, knees bending, one hand on your shoulder, the other creasing your shirt in a tight grip. His movements are tactical, precise, moving your body in a way that works for him when your whole being can’t seem to follow. Alejandro wraps his hand around your neck as it swings back. You can feel the blood rushes back to your head, feel it in your throat. Hey, he says, stay with me, but the words barely make it to you, everything is thick and foggy and-
Hey, don’t die on me now. The world comes back in a buzz, loud and crackling in between your ears. ‘’ Matt will have my head if you die like this, you hear me? ‘’
His fingers are warm around your scalp, pressing a little, to make sure you really are here, back with him. You notice his eyes for the first time, how brown they are, deep, honeyed, the slight wrinkles that shape between his eyebrows when he frowns.
‘’ Loud and clear. ‘’ You mumble as he steadies you once again.
‘’ Good. ‘’ Good. You can see the relief cross his face, the weight that leaves his shoulder. ‘’ Think you can walk? ‘’
‘’ I don’t know, you tell me. I didn’t shoot myself, did I? ‘’
He scoffs, dismissing your sarcasm, you could mistake it for a laugh, ‘’ I missed for a reason. Let’s get you home, yeah? ‘’
Alejandro doesn’t pick up on your answer, something along the lines of it being a waste of time, that you are cold already, weak. Cállate, he wants to tell you, Cállate, you can do this, let me. He wants to try, for you, for him. And he does, he drags you through the desert, hiding in the streets, makes sure you press ‘right there, hard’ whenever he changes your bandages. His hands slip and hurt, but he does, he has to.
Told you so, he wants to say when he finally sees the bright lights, but he doesn’t. The second he makes it to camp, he brings you to the infirmary first, before Matt, before the men at the gates can ask any questions or take into account the blood that stains both of you. Told you so, but he keeps his mouth shut and tries to forget the way his finger hesitated on the trigger this morning, even when he knew it had to be done, that he hates how relieved he felt when he realized you were still alive.
He hates it, but it is true, it seems pretty clear to him now why he even bothered to come back.
Told you so.
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NIGHT CRAWLING
Even the dark and mysterious caller in the middle of the night needs love, and Alejandro is begging for you to return the devotion he once had for his lust-filled work back to him.
RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+)
PAIRING — gigolo! alejandro gillick x client! gender-neutral! reader
GENRE(S) — drabble, gigolo! au, romance, smut
WORD COUNT — 3k
WARNINGS — mature content, intense themes mentioned, light intoxication, fast-paced plot, references to film alejandro’s work, alejandro's hot dilf vibes are off the charts
SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, "sir" kink, dom! alejandro, finger-sucking, fingering, light hair-pulling, dumbification, unprotected intercourse, spanking, praising, creampie
RELEASE DATE — FEB 20TH 2023
AUTHOR’S NOTE — lmao please don't even ask how i put alejandro + gigolo together… i am on something rn (cold meds). this is just pure filth btw & also i hope i am feeding the bdt hornies well!
The gruff of his voice was enough to capture your attention, only a few words spoken lightly so far as he gave you his information. You had been approved by the background check, cleared through a safety system, and even appeared enticing to him by the picture on your identification card.
He had been out of the game for so long, had fallen into a deep and dark hole where the love of a stranger couldn't reconnect the ties of his heart as it used to. Alejandro, blinking his eyes at the moon shining in through the big hotel room's window as he spoke, sounded as if he was more unsure of the transaction than you.
"Everything is provided, just bring yourself and your senses." It was the first time he had spoken a full sentence, the sound of his beard being scratched echoing through the microphone of his burner phone and into your ear. "And most importantly—I don't do “I love you”."
"I don't say that easily." Your voice broke through finally, making his eyes close softly and a sigh pass through his body.
"Me neither." His accent was noticeable the more he spoke, tongue creating words that had you stepping faster towards your destination. "Don't be late."
The sudden click only enticed you further, the lights of the front of the hotel taking over your view as the doorman allowed you inside. Nothing could have prepared you—staying in the fanciest hotel in the city, gaining a large room for the scene to take place, nor finding out that the gigolo you were paired with was once the best.
"A resourceful break." Was what lingered in your mind. The agent, on the phone hooking you up with one of their employees, had been reading off the reasoning of the gap in Alejandro's work like it was almost an issue.
What could be the reason behind someone who specializes in the lust of love-making and deliberate kink fucking to suddenly slip away from their work?
The moment your key card went into the door's lock and allowed you to spring it open—you noticed just what you were in for. Alejandro—tall, dark, handsome, sat upon a chair in the far corner sipping lightly from a glass of whiskey. You could hardly smell his scent from afar, the cologne on his neck and collarbones usually enough to make anyone gush over him.
And yet, you only stood still in the opening space of the hotel room like a deer in headlights. "Second guessing yourself?"
"W-Why did you leave your work?"
The man chuckled, his black hair peppered with gray and white being scrubbed by the rough pads of his fingers in thought like before. "Not even a hello?", the question must have been on his mind.
You could see it in his eyes, no matter the dim lighting of the room or passing lights of the city all around the fancy building. Something was there, within the pit of his gut or beyond his light irises that held so much in them—he was invested.
"You won't be an easy one—" His question lingered so softly. "—will you?" It was the hesitation, the fact that his bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth as his index finger pointed towards the chair almost adjacent to where he sat, that made you shiver over the man's presence.
From the moment your bones rested into the chair, you could finally smell his cologne. Thick, but at a distance. It was worn like someone who forgot how to use the liquid to their advantage, and yet—Alejandro seems to be particular about every little thing occurring around him.
"This isn’t always my job." You could hear every syllable raise an octave as he spoke from almost a whisper. It was against the rules to tell too much about himself: you read it in the paperwork far before ever signing off on the man to be the one to fuck you senseless. "I did some—" There it was again, that softness in his voice. "—not so good things in my life."
"This was your escape."
"And others." The corner of his mouth nearly pulled into a smirk, the lightest lift of his last word telling you that he enjoyed the pleasure, too. "Sex work, it doesn't come easy. But for me, it became like a vacation. And I was rewarded for it."
Your body slid forward on the chair, knees almost pressing into his own in the small sitting space in the corner of the room. The bed seemed so far away from here, but your motions made the distance seem shorter—and your heart was beginning to understand the man you'd be leaving lonesome by dawn.
The process seemed endless, paperwork stacked high and money needing to be spent. This was his lifestyle, he basked in this for so long. Just to uproot and exchange himself for something that made him stiffer and wander less in freedom.
"Alejandro—" His eyes had fallen to the drink in his hand, stirring it by a slow rounding motion. The second his name was in his own ears, a one not meant to be used according to the rules—he was in trouble.
You slid again once more, your knees pandering down to the rug along the floor below you. Soft puppy-like eyes batting up at him, your hand slowly sliding onto his knee, and your gentle voice in his ears. It was almost too much for him to bear.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Calmly, the man pressed the short glass in his hands onto the table by his side. The hand, once busy with pressing the cold glass to his lips to drink the liquid that normally calms his nerves, now took hold of your chin. His index finger was curled, hand gesturing for you to look into his eyes. "You're meant to call me Sir."
"Sir." The word was on your tongue long before he brought it up, but the illusion was always before it. A gigolo unsure of himself sets off a presence that confuses others—and all you wanted was for him to regain his power over you.
It was his work that he wanted back, there was no use in beating around the bush to return to it.
That word clicked a switch in his brain, memories of this being his insight into just what a client wanted. It was enough to make his eyes grow darker. Like a predator, his fingers began feeling at your mouth. Thumb pressing into the bottom of your lip, gliding across the soft skin. Beckoning for you to open your mouth, to take the digit in and give him an idea of what he was working with.
But instead, your hand took to his wrist. Your smaller fingers plucked at this index and middle fingers, taking the digits and slowly pressing them into your mouth until they rested on your tongue. Line after line, you could taste the saltiness of his skin along the flesh until he was almost two knuckles deep into your hot mouth.
His thumb found its place on the slide of your cheek, feeling at the skin and rubbing circles to tell you he was enjoying what you were doing. In all his will, your teeth hardly even tapping at his fingers within your mouth, he had to hold himself back from wishing it was his cock being sucked on right now and not his fingers.
As your mouth moved, only one had to keep a hold on his wrist whilst the other made a tug at your clothing. One piece of your own gone, and you heard the pop of the button and zipper on his pants coming undone. "Oh—you're already there." A single glide of your tongue between his fingers, saliva gathering on the digits in the hopes you would soon feel them pressing into you and curving the same way they were now—and your cheeks were flustered with heat at the sight of his eyes shutting in delight.
"You're not meant to be this good." He whispered, voice sounding hazy on the high of your motions—no matter how innocent they seemed.
In a moment, his eyes were peeled open and taking in the sight of your skin becoming more and more visible. Nothing inside his rummaging imagination to remember how he kept his cool in moments like these, he found his voice. "Lose more."
The man grunted at the feeling of his fingers moving into the cold air wet from your saliva and feeling the brush of your lips as they left you. "Lose it all."
And you did. From the top to the bottom, you were sitting on your knees in only your underwear in the blink of an eye. Alejandro, his shirt unbuttoned all the way until the middle of his chest was prominent for you to see along with the hair that grew there, seemed almost drunk on your figure.
You could see the saliva that was spread along his fingers soaking small dots into the fabric of his pants. Your figure rose again, moving into his lap at a slow pace to gather more of his manly scent in your nose. Now you were the one invested in the mysterious man.
The hand that once held at his wrist moved upwards, finding a hold on his shoulder as you sat barely apart from the tent growing in his pants. You could hear his breathing hitch, see his nose flare as he took your own scent in—but you hardly took notice of his still soaked fingers beginning to fall down towards your clothed arousal.
His fingertips were cold through the fabric, pressing into you just enough to make your head fall into his neck. Your breathing became skewed the more he pushed, fingers creating an extra layer of wetness to what already was coming through the fabric.
Your mind was numb, a whisper of "Sir." like a mewling beg in his ear making him rush to slip his hand into your underwear and connect your own saliva with yourself. His touch was cold as it rubbed spots that had you seeing dots, cut fingernails not leaving any marks as he finally found your soaked hole. One finger gliding in, his lips parting in focus, and the digit was already wet enough to drip your essence down towards the palm of his hand.
"S-Sir." You sounded so weak to him now, untouched in a long enough time that you could barely take one of his fingers. "A-Ah—"
The scent of him made you grow even wetter, a second finger being added into you seeming to fit almost too easily as he opened you up for him. The man was like a drug, his side effects growing stronger every minute. But with every one of those minutes passing, he was forgetting the rules of his nature.
You could feel his cock twitch within his pants, the gesture you made of grazing your palm against where his bulge grew making him slap at your hand with a popping sound. Alejandro's eyes had gone dark, enough that you could no longer see the light green orbs that glistened like glitter—only black. And that was a tell that he was re-beginning the prowl that once made him.
"You like my fingers?" He begged the question, but didn't want a response. "Look at you, you're a fucking mess just from the touch of my hand."
The gentleness in his voice was now mocking, a buildup of an orgasm growing in your gut and only making a small whine be your response to his words. "You can't even speak."
Your head on his shoulder had long looked up to catch his sight, his free hand leaving your back to pull lightly at your hair. His attention was on you, it was only right if yours was on his—especially if you were about to experience your first orgasm of the night.
"If you're this much of a mess—" He stopped the sentence to hiss, feeling your body clench around him and the gush of your wetness leak onto his hand enough to almost startle him silent. "—I don't know if you can even handle my cock."
"I can!" Your voice was louder than you wanted it to be, his brows raising with the smirk finally taking over his lips. Alejandro had led you on all this time, your orgasm barely being over before he was already pulling his length from the hold his clothes had on himself.
Your wetness soaked at his lower half as his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, nearly ripping the fabric into two to press the tip of his cock at your entrance. His breathing was heavy, lifting your body above him with every deep inhale. You watched his face contort from being focused into the natural instinct of a man feeling heat around his dick—his eyes clenching shut as you sat down on him in one go.
"Hijo de puta—"
His fingers had done enough for you, leaving the stretch of his cock to do the rest as you took him in. Alejandro's body shifted instinctively, his hand falling to your waist to hold you still and take in more breaths before you got ahead of him.
The man was falling apart on himself, this being the first tight hole he felt in the longest time. You could sense what he was thinking, the overwhelming sensation of you around him giving him the same impression that he felt like a virgin again.
"Ale-Alejandro—" His name was on your lips again, the clenching of his fingers digging into your hips telling you that you did something wrong. "Alejandro, please—"
"Sir—" His teeth were almost gritted as he corrected you, voice a little harsher than before. You could feel the heat of his precum inside of you, barely marking your walls like his cum would soon. "You call me Sir."
His fingers nearly bruised your sides as he held you down, his thighs preparing to run sore by the end of the night. You could hear it in his voice, the tenderness he was feeling so deep within you.
"P-Please…" You pleaded, feeling the rush of your orgasm running still from the loss of friction earlier. All you wanted to feel was that rush again, fingers combing into his hair as you slowly lifted on his length.
But before you could sit back down, his hand was flat against your ass. "Don't make me carry you to that bed." Alejandro was just getting started, his hoarse voice that of a man who was holding himself back from collapsing so soon. He could go all night at this rate, but it only meant that you would have to have the patience for him. "If you're going to sit on my dick, then you're going to move when I tell you to."
You were breaking him down. The lonesome man you walked in on was nothing more than a shell, now filled with what he once knew and worked towards: his own release.
The hand that had left a handprint on your ass took hold of the burning skin, lifting you and sitting you back down on his cock in a rough motion that had him pressing so deep into you that you could hardly keep quiet.
"Ale—" In a moment of bliss, you caught yourself in his dark gaze. His tired eyes were puffy from a long day and even longer night—teeth taking in his bottom lip again as if he was begging for you to say the wrong thing so he could fuck you completely silent. "Sir."
"That's it…" His head nodded in time with another bounce on his length, only this time he pressed you down at an angle. The slow paced fuck was enough to make tears brim your eyes, but the rush of his tip hitting the spot within you that nearly had you saying his name again ran your face dry in fear of saying the wrong thing.
"All you have to do—" Your grip around him made his teeth grit as he spoke. Focused on getting his length back inside of you fully as he felt you jerking in preparation for your orgasm to fully hit, his words seemed to simmer away when he felt the rush of your cum over him and onto his clothes. "—is play along."
In a giglio's world, it seems as if an orgasm is a pay day. A three day weekend during a two day work week, something everyone in the natural world begs for. And yet he gets to return to that release multiple times a week.
"Fuck—Fuck I'm cumming!" Your words were swallowed by his mouth, the first kiss between the two of you making you shut up. His tongue tasted like the whiskey from before, but his mouth watered with the need to feel his own release.
And although your body had run tired from fighting to feel your first orgasm in so long, it was Alejandro who was on the verge of whining from the rough touch. Your body knew it couldn't stop until you were full of his cum, legs lifting your weight and bringing yourself down onto his length until you finally rubbed him delirious.
"You're doing so good." You could feel him returning to the softer man you first met. Feel each of his muscles relaxing into the seat, no matter how much the chair squeaked and threatened to break beneath both of your weight. "Just a little more, baby."
"Just a lit—" It was all that he wanted out of this job. Something that nulls over whatever else he does. Pleasing someone else was just a bonus, it was the need to fuck a stranger that made him truly lose his mind. "—little, fuck…"
He was finally worn down, his cum filling you to the brim until all you could do was lift off of him and let it drip down and stain his pants. Sweat collected along his collarbones and chest, the hair there becoming rougher as you pressed your face into him for comfort.
Your breathing was rapid, cheeks flushed from watching Alejandro lose himself inside of you. But his orgasm came with consequences this time, as he had forgotten one major rule that made his name being said seem subtle with just a few words.
"I don’t want to be alone tonight." Feelings.
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Public service announcement! (No, I'm not dead, don't worry.)
Updates will be slow in the next... well, probably in the next two weeks. We have a huge project at work and we've been preparing for the worst case scenario in the past week or so (that says a lot, doesn't it?), and I also have several other smaller projects beside this big one, so this is why I (kinda) disappeared recently.
Anyway, I have the dialogues of the upcoming part of the Sicario imagine written, all I have to do is finishing it. I began to work on the Carlton Drake imagine as well. And I'm already thinking about what the next part of the Eddie Brock imagine should be about exactly.
So I'm working on them, but I can't make any promises regarding when I'll post them.
Until then here's a little sneak peek into what me and my co-workers will look like once December arrives and we can catch our breath:
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“You should’ve let me do it.” You said disapprovingly as you and Alejandro watched Kate and Reggie drive off, the two of you trailing not far behind.
“Te dije que no, if you keep bring it up you’re only going to upset me,” Alejandro said making you roll your eyes before focusing in on Reggie's car a few spaces in front of you.
“So you don’t think I’d be better equipped to handle this situation? I mean at least I’d be going into it knowing I was bait.” You told him noticing how he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Of course you would be, but this isn’t about who can handle themselves better, it’s about who makes better bait, someone who already has ties here in Tucson is better bait, case closed. Deja lo.” He emphasized the last part harshly.
You sighed and threw yourself further into your seat as the two of you continued your drive in silence.
“They’re turning.” You said noting their location, a dive bar, great that’ll make the task so much easier, you thought sarcastically.
“We’ll drive up a bit further and turn back once we’ve given them enough time to get inside,” Alejandro informed you, sounding a bit calmer now.
Alejandro parked quite a ways away from the entrance, but still close enough to see who came and went.
You quickly grew bored with staring at the door and turned to the desert scenery to try and spot something, anything that would rid you of that boredom.
You took note of a snake which was cautiously watching a lizard that had it’s back turned to the predator. You wondered how exactly Diaz would go after Kate, and if she was like that lizard; blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to her.
“Why won’t you let me get my hands dirty? You’re putting Kate in an unnecessary risk, that’s not like you. For as long I’ve worked with you I’ve noticed you're moves are always extremely calculated, especially when it comes to Diaz, so why do you refuse to let me go out on the field?” You asked looking at Alejandro, deciding that you wanted your answers more than you wanted to keep him calm.
You saw him take in a deep breath. “ Why do you keep pushing this?” He turned to meet your gaze. “Why can’t you just let it go?”
“Because this doesn’t make sense, I’m the safe bet when it comes to Diaz, Kate’s the unknown variable. The only reason Matt even brought her in is because we need her for this operation.” Alejandro ran a hand through his salt and peppered hair.
“You want an honest answer?” He asked making direct eye contact.
“No, I want you to lie to me.” You deadpanned making him smile slightly before his stoic expression returned.
“I care about you (y/n), more than I should, and more than what’s appropriate for two people in our situation,” Alejandro said reaching out and placing a hand on your cheek, his expression softening as he did so.
“And I care about you Alejandro, you know that, but I need to do my job. I’m not gonna stop you from going after Alarcon the least you can do is return the favor and stop trying to shield me from everything.” You explained leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek.
“The difference here is I was brought in to deal with Alarcon, you’re not here to be bait, and I don’t care how much you fight me on it I refuse to put you in harm's way, no matter how small the risk is.” He placed a sweet, gentle kiss on your lips one that ended much too quickly in your opinion.
You made a move to kiss him again but his phone went off, you let out a sigh. “Who is it?” You asked glaring at the device in his hand.
“Your partner. Don’t look too upset, we’ll continue this later corazón” He teased before answering the phone. You could always count on Matt to ruin the mood.
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Translations:
‘Te dije que no’ I told you no
‘deja lo’ leave it
‘corazón‘ heart (although the expression is more like my love instead of the literal translation of heart)
A/n: So this is my first time writing for Benicio/any of his characters so let me know how you guys think I did.
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The Magnetism Of Being Fractured | 1 of 7
Summary: You don’t see Alejandro live his life. You can't tell apart the ruse between the human and the wolf. But beneath it all - the violence, his rage, and his vengeance, there are parts from his past that still reside within him. In the privacy of his own company, there are parts that he allows himself to recognise.
Pairing: Alejandro Gillick (Sicario) x OC
He didn’t wake up this morning hoping a white shirt would undo the atrocities he’d committed. It was linen, draped over his aging body like a shroud. Death had always been an elusive neighbour. Always looming, lumbering between his periphery, but never inviting him in.
The street lights create shadows in the wake of his stride. It is in his code to never linger in the same place for too long. He doesn’t have a favourite meal. Nor a preferred place for coffee, or a watering hole to drown in his poison. He’d be easy to shop for at Christmas.
Standing at the punch table, swallowing punch
Can't pay attention to the sound of anyone
The bell chimes, denoting his entrance. The music decorating the background of the bakery continues in a low timbre. For such a low baritone, it is uncharacteristically upbeat. This place is two blocks from his apartment. He’d come in once, maybe twice, for coffee. He heads to the counter, greeted by a warm smile and a What can I get you?
There are eyes that follow him.
He has gotten used to looking over his shoulder. It was Death teasing him, he has come to reconcile. Sometimes in mere hints, but other times elaborate. He’d come close once at coming to greet his enigmatic neighbour. A collection of sand and dust encroaching his lungs, and the beauty of darkness surrounding him. His bones had been shattered beneath his sagging skin. Penance for his deeds.
He remembers banging violently at Death’s door - thumping, begging, crying. Take me in, there is a desperation in the howl of this broken man, there is nothing left for me here. He weeps, first beneath the cold of the desert winds, and then through its scorching heat - in, and out, and in again into consciousness.
But Death wasn’t kind, nor was he forgiving. Death looks down on the beggar’s worn hands, sees the blood of his wife, his child, and his rage. Fingers, ones that had once held the gentle hands of his daughter’s, that welcomed the loving embrace of his wife - are only stained by the residue of the dead. Too dark, Death said from the other side, too dirty.
Consciousness, although unwelcomed, drove him from death’s door to a town, and then the city. Patched up, restored. Back where he came from.
He doesn’t stay in a place for too long, but he returns anyway. Where the dust has collected in the barren apartment. Where the shelves have been decorated with a collection of sorrows - a fresh instalment for the remainder of his nights. He takes his sleep on the leather couch that night - the very one Graver had sat on to unleash the beast. He has never used the bed.
Despite the eyes, he sits in the window that stares out onto the street. Wolves down his cinnamon roll in under a second. The juxtaposition of a killer and his bun. He drowns the sweet that is sticking to his teeth with coffee. Black. No sugar.
The night is suddenly cold when he steps out. The sheen of his wedding band catches the light of the street lamp. He clicks the plastic lighter to warm his worn out soul. Inhales.
The chatter begins to dim as he strolls back to his apartment.
What he’s got is half a wish granted. That even though he is not dead, it has become a fact to the world that he is. Erased. Cleaned. There were people high up in the arrogance of this broken bureaucracy that could validate this. The confirmation of his departure.
Alejandro Gillick does not need a different face. He does not need a different name. A man, once a wolf in the land of wolves is now a ghost. Merely lingering in the periphery of the living.
He takes his sleep on the leather couch again.
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*The song accompanying this series is The National’s Slow Show from their album Boxer
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First look at Benicio del Toro as Alejandro Gillick in Sicario 2: Soldado.
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Of wolf and sheep
Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader, (the usual for the movies, nothing too graffic) 1793 words
a/n : another Alejandro Gillick fic??, I hear you say, and to that I respond, do you mean sexy Alejandro fic, eat my children
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‘’ Are you here to kill me? ‘’
You haven’t turned on the lights yet, boots still on, waiting in the entryway. Silence is heavy in your apartment, but you know he is here, Alejandro, you can sense it, waiting in the dark at your expense. You are not surprised you are next, not when you know how they handle deserters, when you know too much, when they are scared you might talk. It makes your heart beat faster, especially because you know they hold Alejandro in a tight lease like a dog.
If he hears you he doesn’t answer, and so you keep moving, what else is there to do? Removing your shoes, dropping your bag. Maybe you are just tired, maybe the doormat wasn’t that crooked, maybe the fingermarks on the handle were yours, maybe-
‘’ You know I couldn’t. ‘’ Alejandro sits on your sofa, his back against the cushion, your cat purring on his lap. ‘’ Such a pretty thing like you… ‘’
It is meant as a joke, probably, but it doesn’t make you laugh, doesn’t make your insides warm up like they used to. All you feel now is cold, a deep, freezing cold that seeps inside your bones, and tense your shoulders, making bile pill up in your mouth.
‘’ Can I feed the cat? ‘’
A simple question, one that he nods to, one that he understands means you are not jumping on a hidden gun or making a b-line for the bedroom window. The cat is up as soon as he hears the pantry open, rubbing on your legs, wet nose meeting your ankles. You put more kibble in the bowl, just in case.
‘’ Wasn’t easy to find you. ‘’ He continues, ‘’ Montana is large, it was pretty hard to track. You could have moved countries. ‘’
‘’ Just to have you catch the flight log? ‘’ You move to the armchair in front of him, taking a seat, ‘’ I thought I did well, everyone makes mistakes. ‘’
You cross your legs, tucking your feet. He watches your every move, like a hawk, barely moving. Alejandro doesn’t look much different than he was a year ago, black still looks great on him, his arms are bigger, the beard slightly longer too.
Your first mistake was getting recruited by the CIA, a consultant they had told you, something up to your added value. Talent, Matt had called it later down the line, interrogation is what makes the world turn. In a way it did, they all talked, and you went home, cashed your check, just to fly back out whenever was needed. A few months later, you met Alejandro on base, near the Mexican border. You liked his eyes, how he didn’t speak much, didn’t move air, a peacefulness to his presence, weirdly.
And then one day your contract changed hands, no CIA, just Matt, and whoever held the chains. Your second mistake was to accept it, not to ask for a transfer, and join the team. You could sense the heaviness in the interrogation rooms now, notice the dangerous glint in Alejandro’s eyes. The hours would be longer, the pay better, dirtier. Sometimes, Alejandro would join you, make you leave the room halfway in, cutting the camera before closing the door behind you. Everything was more hands-on, no more slowly gnawing at it, no more psychological tactics, just raw human nature, animals in cages. Most days would end with you screaming at Matt that you would quit, that this wasn’t what you had signed up for. Oh, but it is, sweetheart, do you know what happens to you if you break this contract?
Threats, every day, all of it, but you couldn’t allow yourself to find out, not after Kate, not when you had heard words here and there of what had happened. You had gotten to know Alejandro better pretty quickly after that. Maybe you had eventually gained his respect by being so out of bounds every time.
Between the long hours, the endless plane rides, inevitably running into him at the motel bar, even when you thought there was no way something would come out of it, you kept finding him around every corner. And then you kissed him one night, or maybe he did, one drink too much, pressing on you, bringing you up against the bed. Your third mistake. It felt different to be able to touch him, how he would accept it, initiate it even. A breath of fresh air compared to those stuffy interrogation rooms.
You found comfort in Alejandro’s arms, in the dark of night, letting him wrap around you, letting the sound of his breathing ease the voices in your head, letting him trace figures on your back with his fingers until you would fall asleep.
No one knew, no one suspected a thing, and you liked it better that way, as you are sure he did too. Matt wasn’t blind, though, you could see the crease between his brows when you would get on the plane together, how he had started to comment on your outfits, your hair. You could tell he was going fishing, throwing the bait, waiting to see if the wolf would bite. Still, he was always your colleague first, a good one, never late, easy to work with, and then he was something else. Something you couldn’t name, something you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, not lovers, not friends.
Then one day you cracked, like an egg, somewhere in the middle, slicing you in half. A long time coming. I can’t do this anymore, you had told Alejandro, sobbing, huddling in the tub, under the water. You could feel the water in your lungs, the tightness of your chest, in your throat. I can’t breathe, I can’t, I- You don’t remember him turning off the water, gently pulling you out, but you remember him wrapping the towel around you, hugging you to warm you up, brushing your wet hair with his fingertips, rubbing the water of your back. You can, of course you can.
You remember telling him you were done, that when Matt would receive your resignation letter tomorrow you would be long gone. You owed him that, the truth, the why, before leaving and never seeing him again. You couldn’t bear the thought of him wondering, the pain it could cause of losing someone again. Don’t do this, you know what they think when people leave, what they will do.
What they will make me do, he meant, and here he is.
You let yourself sink into the pillows, feel the tightness in your throat, let your shoulders drop. Now that you are closer, you notice more grey in his hair, a sign that time hasn’t stopped for him either.
‘’ Now what? ‘’ You breathe. The air is thick, the room dark. What will you do now?
‘’ I’m not here for you. ‘’ His eyes soften, and he readjusts himself in his seat. ‘’ I killed Alarcón. I’m here because I’m done, it’s over. ‘’
I’m not here for you. I killed Alarcón. It is just Alejandro in your living room, plain, simple, soft Alejandro, no wolf, no sharp teeth, waiting to pounce. Him, here, after that, you think maybe he wants to talk about it. A shoulder to rest on, after all the stress from those years, the hard work, repressing everything down.
‘’ How do you feel? ‘’
‘’ I don’t know ‘’ His dark eyes are back on you. ‘’ Relieved, I guess. ‘’
You are still not over the fact that he is not here to kill you, only looking for comfort, friendship. Your fingers are still tightly wrapped around the armrest, and the fabric bristles as you let go.
‘’ You want a beer? ‘’ A peace offering.
‘’ Hmm. ‘’
You can tell Alejandro is somewhere far away now, deep in thought, going back to caress the cat as it snuggles back into him. He must be there, you think, where Alarcón was that day, he probably feels the gun in his hand, hears the bullets hit the ground. You know the way he remembers those things so clearly as if he was hovering, watching. He had told you so one night on the jet, when Matt was fast asleep on the couch, when you were seated across from him, when you had asked him if he had dreams too, as vivid, as bloodied. I don’t, he had said, and then motioning to his temple with a finger, but it’s in here, I’m always there.
You are alone in the kitchen for a minute and then you aren’t, turning around, knocking into him who is now in front of you, with so little space to spare. Alejandro takes the beer from your hand, gently discarding it on the countertop. You let his eyes run over your face, let him observe for whatever he is looking for. He opens his mouth and then closes it, swallowing words that he decides are not meant to be said.
‘’ I came here because I’m not sure what to do now. ‘’
After all of it, he means, now that his goal is achieved, that debts are paid and revenge is cold and done.
‘’ You’ll figure it out, you always do. ‘’
You don’t flinch when his palm reaches up, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cups his hand around your face, cradling your jaw between his fingers. You let his fingers warm up your skin, letting the familiarity of it submerge you.
‘’ I meant it, ‘’ he whispers, ‘’ so pretty… ‘’
‘’ I think you need sleep. ‘’ You caution back. It feels overwhelming, having him here, so close, after so many months.
‘’ I guess. ‘’
He trails off, but he is not listening, there is a hunger in his eyes, and you remember all the nights he would look at you like this, soft, tender, something you could mistake for affection. The tip of his fingers caresses your hair, running down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse underneath his touch. He knocks out of it after a few seconds, letting his hand rest on your shoulder instead.
There is a seriousness in his eyes, an int of doubt, something different.
‘’ I know what I need. I’m going to Bogotá, and I want you to come with me. ‘’
I need you to, he means, you’ll be safe with me. You feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you, the blood pumping in between your ears is loud and heavy, you can’t hear yourself think.
I can’t, I-
You can, of course you can.
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Alejandro Gillick
Redemption - Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader
Of wold and sheep - Alejandro Gillick xgn!reader
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Blackmail – (13) A fresh start || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12.
note: after several months, here's chapter 13.
Your relationship with Matt changed drastically in the course of twenty-four hours. He only spoke to you when it was absolutely necessary, and even then he kept the number of his words to the bare minimum. People began to notice, but no one was brave enough to comment on it with either of you being present. Even Steve refrained from saying a word and escalating things during the mission which was a pleasant surprise.
But once you were done, he invited you for a usual farewell drink and you could feel he was about to bring it up then. Matt had already left so it was just the two of you from the team in the chosen nearby bar, therefore there was nothing that could stop him from snooping around in your business.
“What the hell happened between you and Matt? He’s being a bigger dick than usual,” he began a second after you sat down across from him with two bottles of beer.
Wow, he was truly eager to hear the details. You leaned back and took a sip of your drink as you thought about how much to tell him. “What makes you think it has anything to do with me?”
“Come on, Matt is… He’s obsessed with you, he doesn’t even try to hide it. And he mumbled something about you yesterday.”
By now you had already made up your mind. You’d soon leave anyway, why not tell him as much as you could now? Letting out a sigh, you began to tap your fingertips on the side of the cold bottle. “Alejandro is alive.” Steve’s jaw dropped when he heard this. “But obviously this has to stay between us. He contacted me soon after his alleged death because he needed help and Matt found out. We—and now you—are the only ones who know this.”
Steve raised his hand to stop you. “But that happened over a year ago, what does it have to do with anything?” he asked.
“Well, a few days ago he showed up and asked me to go with him.”
“For good?”
“Yes, for good.”
“I guess Matt’s angry because you agreed.”
Nodding, you fought back the smile that wanted to crawl on your lips. “Yeah, I think so. I’m leaving tonight. It’s so weird—I mean, I haven’t seen Alejandro in a year, and now I’m planning to move I don’t even know where with him,” you explained. He didn’t have to say a word, you knew Steve was thinking it was a strange decision as well. “I know we should take it slow, like, meeting every now and then, but at the same time I remember the time we spent together in the past.”
Steve shook his head as he took a swig of his beer. “You were planning to leave the team for him before he disappeared. Sure, you and Matt had fun, but that was never this serious. At least that’s how I saw it from the outside. I think you made the right choice,” he assured you with a smile.
“Thanks. I know it probably sounds weird since I’m leaving tonight, but I was still a bit unsure of my decision. A part of me still loves Alejandro, so I’m sure we’ll figure this out,” you told him with a smile. “Thanks for supporting me, Steve. You have no idea how much that means now.”
“I can imagine your conversations with Matt about this. I’m quite sure he didn’t make it easy for you.”
“You’re right, he didn’t,” you said quietly. “Anyway, I’m gonna miss you guys so much. We’ve been working together for so long that you’re like family. It will be hard to be away from you all.”
Steve flashed a smile at you as he raised his bottle. “Well, we’ll miss you too. I mean, I sure will. And I guess it means you’ll have to go no contact because of him. If they found out he was alive, I’m sure the CIA would send us to take care of him. And Matt would gladly do it,” he added with a sigh.
You shrugged. “I think despite everything they’re still friends. But who knows, maybe he wouldn’t hesitate this time around. Especially knowing Alejandro told me something before I talked to him.” Slowly putting his bottle back on the table, Steve gave you a questioning look. “He pointed out that Matt would never leave his wife for me. I used to be perfectly fine with what we had, but then I realized that I wanted more.”
“You want a normal relationship,” Steve finished for you. “No one can blame you for that. But what did Matt say when you pointed this out to him? Did he go ballistic?”
Letting out a thoughtful hum, you said, “Surprisingly, no. He even told me he would leave his family if I decided to stay with him. Can you believe it? He made a promise he sure as hell wouldn’t keep. I mean, what are the chances of him actually leaving them? I’ll tell you—zero.”
Even though he nodded in agreement, Steve didn’t say a word. With that you silently agreed to end the conversation about your upcoming departure, and instead you decided to help him pick up some woman for the last time while he was still here. It didn’t take long, and you had to leave anyway, so soon you were entering your motel room and sat on the edge of the bed as you waited for Alejandro to arrive.
It had been so long since you last waited for him to arrive after a tough day that you forgot about that excitement you had felt in the past. You knew things would be okay with him around, and now that you were about to leave with him for good, everything seemed to come back. Everything would make sense once he arrived, every question you had would be answered, and he would sure as hell would make you feel safe.
The knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. With a smile you didn’t even know you had on your face, you jumped up and went to open the door for him, but once you were face to face with him, you didn’t know what to do or say.
“Can I come in?” he asked to break the silence. You nodded and immediately stepped aside. Once he was inside, Alejandro took a look at your suitcase that was right under the window. “Did you pack everything?”
You nodded again. “Yeah. I—I did. Everything I had with me. But what about my apartment? All the things I have there… What will happen to them?” you asked uncertainly.
Alejandro grabbed the handle of the suitcase and pulled it closer to his leg. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll have someone take care of that. Everything will be shipped to Colombia.”
“So that’s where we’re going?” He nodded in response. “It’s okay, but I’ll give you a list of the things I’ll need. The rest can go to a storage unit.”
“All right, I’ll take care of it when we get there,” he assured you. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.”
The two of you left the motel and you soon found yourself on the way to your new home. The last time you’d been to Colombia, the two of you were planning to spend the rest of your lives together. You could still remember the joy you felt when he revealed he was finally ready to let go of the past and move on with you.
But now? It was awkward. You hated to admit it, but everything was different. The corners of your lips instinctively curled into a smile whenever you looked at him, that didn’t change, but there was that small voice in the back of your mind which told you he was a stranger now. Who knew how much he had changed during the time he spent away from you. What was he even doing?
When you finally reached his apartment, you realized one thing hadn’t changed: he was still a minimalist. He kept the amount of furniture to the bare minimum, and there was no decoration that would give away anything about his personality or life. “You’re still now known for your interior design skill,” you joked once he locked the door.
“I like to keep things simple. But feel free to change this,” he added with a small smile.
He was trying. That was… good. “No, I—I just got here, I don’t want to change anything.”
Letting out a sigh, Alejandro stepped closer and took your hand. “This is your home now too. I want you to feel like home. Also, I think you’ll spend a lot more time here than me. Whatever you want, you’ll get it,” he said.
But this wasn’t all that good after all. “Please, don’t do this,” you asked him. Alejandro gave you a questioning look, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. “You’re acting like things were the same as they were a year ago. But a lot of things has changed during that time. I need a little time and space, I—I need to ease back into this relationship.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know. You shouldn’t offer to do anything I want for one. Or… I really, really don’t know,” you admitted. “Things are happening a little too fast. One day I’m on a mission with the team, and happy with… you know, and a few days later I’m already moving in with you.”
Alejandro nodded as he leaned against a nearby wall and folded his arms over his chest. “Do you want me to stay somewhere else until you get used to being here?” he asked calmly. You shook your head as you began pacing back and forth in front of him. You didn’t want him to leave, that you knew for sure. But at the same time you literally needed some space. “I have a guest room, I thought you would choose that for now,” he suddenly stated.
So he knew? Wow, he knew you better than you remembered. “That… would be great, thank you. And I’m sorry. I know the things I say don’t really make sense right now, but… Hopefully it’ll get better soon.”
“I know. I won’t rush you, don’t worry,” he said. “The room at the end of the hallway is yours. Feel free to decorate it however you want. I’ll go get some coffee nearby, if you need anything, you know my number.”
“Thank you.” You watched as he left the apartment, then grabbed your suitcase and headed to the room he mentioned. “That was awkward,” you noted to yourself when you stepped inside.
Being alone was exactly what you needed now. Just some time to think, to get used to the idea of living in a different country and having him around again. You should have known he wouldn’t push your boundaries right away. He’d always been like this, considering every little aspect of a decision like asking you to move in with him before making his move.
You put your suitcase on top of your bed, and carefully opened it to pack your things out. But what seemed to be an easy task, soon turned out to be a bit of a mystery. There was a phone—that definitely wasn’t yours—under two layers of clothing along with a handwritten note. It looked a lot like Matt’s rushed handwriting.
“I get it, you want to leave and have a fresh start with Alejandro. I don’t necessarily agree with that, but I’ll accept it,” Matt wrote in the letter. “But I don’t want you to live without a safety net. I saved my number and installed a messaging app for you, so you can contact me if anything happens. Or if you get bored. I’m sure he won’t always be there with you, so if you feel like it, just call me or send a message—I’ll answer it as soon as I can. Be safe, okay? And I’m serious, call me if you need help. I’ll go and get you, no matter where you are. I love you.”
Why did he have to make this so hard for you? Letting out a troubled sigh, you emptied the suitcase then put the phone and the note in it. You didn’t want to deal with that. You were with Alejandro. You were safe. You weren’t bored—yet. And you most definitely didn’t want to think about Matt right now. This was a new life. You had to focus on that.
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Blackmail – (10) Conditions || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
Once you cleaned Alejandro’s wounds, you gave him some sedative in hopes he would finally get a few hours of sleep. After what he had been through he needed to rest but so far he hasn’t shown any interest in doing anything other than figuring out what his next move should be. In a way he was right, he really needed a plan because he didn’t have the luxury of being spontaneous in this situation, but he should have focused on healing first.
But before he could fall asleep, someone banged their fist against the hotel room’s door. And this sound was soon followed by a way too familiar voice saying, “Come on, open the door!”
“I’ll talk to him,” you told Alejandro as you pushed him back on the bed.
Somewhere deep down you had expected Matt to figure out you were hiding something from him. He could act like an idiot sometimes but sadly he was everything but one. You could only hope he would be understanding enough to discuss this quickly then leave. After all, they all believed he was dead, why would he insist to kill him anyway?
You barely opened the door when he said, “He’s alive and inside, isn’t he?”
“Matt, please, don’t do this,” you told him, keeping your voice down as you stepped out to the hallway to talk to him alone. Once you closed the door, you took a look around to make sure you were alone. “Isn’t he supposed to be your friend?”
For a moment he watched you in silence then he began to laugh. “You should know it doesn’t matter. I got clear orders. And let’s not forget that he knew perfectly well what he was getting himself into by going rogue,” Matt added angrily before pointing at the door.
“But you helped the girl in the end.”
“That was different.” When you stuffed your hands in your back pockets and leaned your back against the door, making it clear you wouldn’t let him in, he let out a long sigh and gave up the fight for now. “How could he survive that shot?”
“He got lucky. Look, I don’t really care about what whoever did this fucked up, all that matters to me is that he’s alive,” you pointed out.
“Is this the doctor or the girlfriend talking?”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
Matt shook his head and held up his hands. “Nothing.” He fell silent and began pacing back and forth in front of you. Now that you took a closer look at him you realized that he was nervous. The last time you’d seen him like this was back when you were waiting in the control room to hear from Alejandro. “So was it all a lie?” he asked eventually, snapping you out of your thoughts. “The story about you planning to quit?”
“No, it was true.”
“Alright,” he began slowly once he stopped pacing and stood right in front of you. “I’ll keep this to myself so the CIA will believe he’s dead but I have a few conditions.”
Conditions. Of course. He would never do something like this out of the goodness of his heart. What were you even expecting? But that didn’t matter now. “Which are?”
After a short pause, Matt folded his arms over his chest. “You’re coming back to the team.”
“I can’t leave yet! I have to make sure the wound heals properly without infection and–”
“I mean, you’re coming back when he’s better,” he corrected himself with a roll of his eyes. “But you can’t stay with him for long, got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Next, you can’t keep in touch with him.”
“I won’t say it will be easy, but fine. It’s probably better this way if I keep working with you anyway,” you admitted. “What else?”
Matt kept a dramatic pause while he gave you a serious look. “You do what I say, no questions asked. No defying me, no sass, no sarcasm, no more bullshit.”
“Okay. That’s it?”
“Just one more thing. Don’t even think about using drugs again. I’ll keep an eye on you because the last thing I need on my team is a fucking junkie.”
“Alright, I’ll do whatever you want if it means he can leave.”
“Good girl,” he noted with a barely visible smile. “I need to talk to him before I go.”
You nodded without hesitation. Now that you discussed his terms at least you could be sure he wouldn’t hurt him in any way. Alejandro was free to go and that was more than enough for you in this situation. “I’d rather him not talk because of the wound so he’s going to use a notepad.”
“Sure. I’ll be quick, I promise.” But before when you were just about to open the door, he said, “Y/N, wait. Did you tell him?”
“Tell him what?”
“What happened between us.”
“I did.”
“Was he mad?”
“Honestly? I have no idea,” you replied with a shrug. “He seemed like he forgave me but who knows.”
“Do you think he’ll punch me in the face?”
“I gave him some sedative not long ago because I want him to get some rest so I don’t think so.”
“Good.”
And then Matt’s questions suddenly made sense. “Are you afraid of him?”
“Well, if I found out that my friend fucked my girlfriend when she was high on cocaine I’d be pretty mad,” he explained with a dry laugh and he massaged the back of his neck.
“He’s not like you or me.” As you let out a long sigh, you reached out to put a hand on his arm. “He can keep his emotions under control.”
“Thanks, that doesn’t make me feel any better. Alright, let’s get this over with.”
The two of you entered the room but when Alejandro noticed the other man behind you, he quickly sat up in bed and gave you a questioning look. “He wants to talk to you. But it’s okay, we made a deal and he won’t tell anyone about you being alive,” you quickly explained, even flashing a supportive smile at him.
“What deal?”
Shaking your head, you picked up the notepad from the nightstand and handed it to him. “I’ll tell you everything later. I’ll leave you guys alone.”
Matt didn’t miss the look you gave him on the way out of the room. It was a clear message: you would explain the details later, right now he should say what he wanted to say as fast as he could because Alejandro needed to rest. It was understandable, especially after seeing his friend with his own eyes. A part of him was relieved, even happy to see that he had survived that shot, but another still couldn’t forget about what he did to him the day before. Hopefully it wouldn’t come up in the conversation.
Once he took a deep breath, he cleared his throat. “You look like shit,” he noted with a nervous laugh. “But I heard you’ll live.” Alejandro nodded. “The girl is safe. I put her in witness protection.”
“Thanks,” the sicario wrote on the notepad.
“The CIA believes you’re dead so you’ll have to disappear, at least for a while.”
“I know. What will happen to Y/N?”
“Nothing,” Matt replied with a shrug. “She’s coming back to the team. But you can’t keep in touch with her.”
“Just keep her safe for me.”
Matt couldn’t help but smile at this. “I will. I promise. But I’d better leave now and let you get some rest or else Y/N will kill me. Good luck.”
This was for the best. Alejandro was alive and the CIA wasn’t looking for him so he could start a new life somewhere far from this place. And you would be safe too as a member of his team. Although he had a feeling when Alejandro asked him to keep you safe for him, this wasn’t exactly what he meant. Because now whenever he looked at you, all he could think about was the time you spent together and how he wished it would happen again.
note: expect a time jump and reader x matt stuff in the next chapter! (alejandro was supposed to return in chapter 12 but idk maybe i’ll write an extra matt x reader chapter before that...)
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Blackmail – (9) Coded Message || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
“Yes?”
“Good evening, I am looking for Ms. Y/N.”
“That’s me.”
“My name is Jeremy Hills and I am calling from Beach Resort at South Padre Island. You were supposed to check in this afternoon and I can’t see any signs of your reservation being canceled,” the man said and Matt immediately gave you a suspicious look. “I tried to call Mr. Gillick, but he didn’t answer his phone. Can we expect you later today or maybe tomorrow?
While you tried to hide your surprise, you remained silent and thought about this strange call. You knew absolutely nothing about this hotel reservation, but who knew, maybe Alejandro had been planning something behind your back. After all, this was supposed to be your last job with the team before leaving for good.
His things, along with the phone he used with you and the others, were already in a corner of your room since they believed you deserved to have them as his girlfriend. Maybe you could find something about this in that once Matt left. Az outgoing call, a note, an email, a calendar event, anything that could help you figure out what was going on.
“Oh, I’m sorry but there was a–” You fell silent the moment you realized something: they knew your number too, not only Alejandro’s. Why did he give it to them in the first place, especially if this was supposed to be a surprise? There had to be a reason. “You know what? Don’t cancel it, I’ll be there tomorrow. The only change is that I’m going alone.”
“I see. Thank you, Ms. Y/N, have a good evening.”
Once the call ended, you tossed your phone on the bed and buried your face in your hands. You had to get rid of Matt as soon as possible. But how? He seemed really serious about keeping an eye on you and with him around there was no way you could start an investigation.
“South Padre Island?” You glanced up at Matt who was watching you with the same suspicious look you’d seen during the call as well. You shrugged instead of giving an actual answer but he clearly wasn’t very fond of it. “Explain, Y/N.”
Well, it was time for some improv. If you could be convincing enough, he would hopefully leave you alone. “While we were in Bogotá, we agreed that I would quit and move there to live with him. I wanted to tell you when you showed up but Alejandro stopped me.” You had to stop for a moment when you remembered what happened that night, but then you cleared your throat and went on. “He knew you needed a doctor on the team so I was planning to tell you about it after the mission instead. Once we saw that things were going according to plan, he told me when we could probably leave so while you boys were doing your jobs, I was busy finding a nice place to stay for a few days not far from base.”
“And you want me to believe that?”
“Ask Steve. I told him about my plan to quit and move to Colombia.”
Matt let out an irritated groan as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. Normally he could tell if someone was lying right away but this time it didn’t matter how long he was watching you he just simply couldn’t decide if this explanation was true or not. It was odd, after all, you had been like an open book before. And now… He really fucked things up because clearly, his emotions clouded his judgment at the moment.
But even though he didn’t know what to think about this suspicious phone call, he knew one thing for sure and he wasn’t hesitating to say it. “You can’t go there.”
“Excuse me? Why?”
“You know perfectly well why. I already told you that we will stay here for a few more days to make sure you’re clean,” he explained as he gave you a serious look.
“I can go wherever the fuck I want, Matt.” When he opened his mouth to object, you picked up the key of the room and threw it at him. “I’m done with this, you’re not my boss anymore.”
“Alejandro was my friend, the least I can do is keeping you safe.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at this. At first you didn’t even know what to say but then you began to clap your hands and said, “Oh, what an amazing friend you are! You fucked his girlfriend hours after his death! You’re only trying to do something good to make yourself feel better about what happened,” you pointed out angrily.
“That was a mistake.”
“Just leave me alone.”
Finally, Matt gave in and nodded. “Fine, do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care. If you want to kill yourself, go ahead, I won’t stop you,” he told you before storming out of the room.
You couldn’t really sleep that night but it had absolutely nothing to do with the cocaine you’d taken earlier or your fight with Matt. No, it was because you now knew perfectly well what that phone call was really about. There was no reservation, you never even talked about spending the weekend at such a place, not to mention the last time you talked on the phone, Alejandro warned you he wouldn’t be the one to call you.
And that could only mean one thing: he was alive. He was alive, even though Matt saw him being shot in the head. But you were a doctor, you knew it was possible to survive such an injury, he just had to be very, very lucky.
The next morning you woke up early, hoping this way you could avoid meeting anyone from the team before you left to rent a car. The trip to the hotel didn’t take too long, but in the state of mind you were in it still felt like an eternity. You didn’t even know what to say once you were face to face with him. Should you tell him what happened? Or would it be better if you kept it a secret? The more you thought about this, the harder it became to choose the best approach.
By the time you made it to the reception of the hotel, you somehow managed to force a smile on your lips. Careful not to be suspicious, you checked in as quickly as possible then headed to the room. You still didn’t know what to say and the pressure grew a lot stronger when you got out of the elevator on the right floor. Once you reached the door, your hands were shaking so badly that you simply couldn’t use the key card. But the door still opened and when you looked up, your eyes fell on Alejandro.
So you had been right and he was alive.
Even though you had a hard time trying to fight back your tears, you still waited until the door closed behind you before hugging him. “We thought you were dead,” you whispered with your face buried into his chest.
“So did I,” he noted quietly while he leaned back to flash a small smile at you. “Ap–”
Alejandro suddenly fell silent and let out a painful groan as he raised his hands to his cheeks. “What the hell happened to you? Wait, is this where they shot you?” He nodded and opened his mouth to answer but you quickly stopped him. “No, don’t talk. There has to be a notepad somewhere.”
You went straight to the small desk in the corner and picked up the notepad and the pen then gave it to him. In a matter of seconds, he gave it back to you. “Yes, but I found someone who could patch me up,” he wrote.
“Can I see the wound?” After slowly removing the bandage, you couldn’t help but let out a disgusted groan. “God, whoever you found is a real butcher. This is gonna leave a scar.”
“I couldn’t call you so I was glad to find someone else who could help.”
You nodded, after all, he was right. It was still better than no help at all. And what if it would leave a scar? At least he was alive and it didn’t get any worse. Letting out a sigh, you pointed at the bed. “You need to get some rest.”
“I need to find out where to go now.”
“No! I’ll go buy you some clean clothes and a few things to clean your wounds with. You stay here and rest,” you said seriously before pointing at the bed. “Doctor’s orders.”
Even though you began to walk towards the door, you soon changed your mind and went back to him. You had to tell him the truth. It was like a band-aid, you just had to rip it off as quickly as possible.
“Actually, there’s something I need to tell you before I go and… well… there’s a chance you’ll tell me not to come back after that. Matt sent me a text when they found you. I thought I could take it but I couldn’t so I left to get some drugs. And while I was high, Matt came over to check on me… and… um… I slept with him. Since I know perfectly well what I’m like when I’m high I can’t even blame it on him. So… yeah. That’s what happened. If you don’t want me to come back here, just say–no, write it down.”
Long seconds passed in silence and you were sure he didn’t want you there anymore. Although as you took a closer look at him, he didn’t seem angry. Well, he was usually great at hiding his emotions so you never really knew but… this gave you hope. Maybe he could forgive you after all.
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Blackmail – (8) Mistakes || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
After the team returned, Cynthia told Matt that you had left but she had absolutely no idea where you went and she didn’t even care. He wasn’t surprised to hear this so he decided to go back to the motel to quickly check if you were there or not. He owed this much to Alejandro and something told him he would probably want him to look after you now that he was gone. He also felt guilty for letting him go after the girl after all if he had stayed with the team he would still be around.
In the end, he found you in the motel although he was everything but happy to see you being high as fuck on your own. The two of you got into a fight, one thing followed another, and somehow you ended up in bed together.
“I’m an asshole,” Matt noted with a tired grunt as he sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his palm a few hours later.
With your head still buried in the pillow, you said, “No arguments here.” A few seconds passed until your brain suddenly began to process his words and you realized you had no idea what he was talking about. “Wait, why?” you asked as you looked at him.
He let out an almost desperate laugh before turning to you. After all this time he kind of expected you to know it without help. “Because of what happened this morning,” he told you eventually. But sleeping with you was only one part of the problem. The other was something he would probably never tell you: he liked it. Hell, he loved every second of it.
When you finally remembered what had happened between you, you bit on your lower lip and let out a thoughtful hum. “I know exactly what I’m like when I’m high so it’s not your fault.” It wasn’t a lie, you had more than enough experience with that to know you could be very persuasive when you wanted something.
“Yeah, but I was sober,” Matt pointed out before putting on his shirt. “I should have said no.”
“Well, it’s too late to change that. Stop worrying and let’s forget it even happened,” you told him with a small, supportive smile. Not like you had any chance of forgetting about cheating on Alejandro. Sure, he was now dead, but it still felt like you had betrayed him. And you did. And you truly hated yourself for it. “We don’t have much choice,” you added quietly.
Matt clearly didn’t hear you say that because he stood up and walked over to the window. “He was shot in the head. We saw the whole thing, it was… I have a feeling I’ll have nightmares about it.”
“At least it wasn’t you who killed him.” Silence fell between the two of you while you sat up and pulled your knees to your chest. “I’m glad I didn’t have to see it. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you.”
“As I said, I’ll have nightmares,” he answered. When he turned around to look at you and noticed the confused expression on your face, he flashed a sad smile at you before saying, “I bet you thought things like this don’t affect me. But they do and I hate this. Actually, I had a nightmare now too, this is why I woke up in the first place.”
This was probably the first time you saw Matt be this vulnerable. He was clearly suffering just as much as you were and it made you feel really bad for him. Letting out a sigh, you climbed out of bed and went over to him to pull him into a hug. At first, his body froze from the surprise but then he wrapped his arms around you and visibly relaxed.
After a short while, he let you go and took a step back to build some safe distance. “I should go now. Try to get some sleep, okay?” With that he began to walk out of the room but stopped before his fingers could touch the doorknob. “You were right, we have to forget what happened.”
Not like it was that easy, at least not for Matt. While he felt guilty about betraying his friend like that, he still couldn’t stop thinking about you. A long time ago he had told you one day you would be begging him to fuck you and that’s exactly what happened earlier that day. Sure, you were very, very high, but he still liked it.
Long story short, he was a fucking asshole.
Matt had to take care of a few things before the team left so even though he was worried about leaving you alone for hours, he still returned to the hangar. Unlike the others, Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong and he also knew it most probably had something to do with you. Since they were surrounded by people most of the time, he kept his mouth shut for now, but the moment they could be alone for a while, he brought up the topic.
“How bad is it?” he asked as he sat on top of a table and rested his elbows on his thighs.
Letting out a sigh, Matt put his hands on the back of his neck. “Bad but I went through her things and took every drug she had bought. I’ll check on her before I leave to make sure things didn’t get worse.”
“You think she’ll be okay on her own? I can stick around for a few more days to keep an eye on her,” Steve offered.
“No, I think it was a one-time thing. She had learned her lesson around the time I recruited her.”
Steve shook his head and gave him a doubtful look. If Matt truly believed he had recruited her, then they remembered what happened very, very differently. “You mean when you blackmailed her into joining us?”
“I only gave her an opportunity to do something good,” Matt pointed out with a shrug.
For a moment he wondered if he should comment on it but in the end, he decided to just let it go. “Anyway, wanna go grab a drink before going home? After today I think I’ll need it.”
“Thanks but I’ll pass. I’ll quickly check on Y/N then try to get some sleep.”
Steve nodded, said goodbye, and left. He didn’t want to stick around for longer than expected because he was worried he would accidentally let Matt know that he knew he was lying–or at least hiding something important. A part of him wanted to know what it was while another told him to forget about it. Maybe it was for the best if he stayed out of whatever happened. If he had to know about it, Matt would tell him.
Not long after Matt left you began to lose your patience. Each passing minute became more and more unbearable, your brain was in overdrive and you knew only drugs could possibly help you in this situation. But Matt had thoroughly searched your motel room and took everything you had left with him to make sure you stayed clean.
As if that was enough to stop you. Now that you knew who to look for it probably wouldn’t take long to get some more, you just had to be smart about it. So you went to the motel’s office to use their phone instead of your own in case they were still listening to your calls and contacted the dealer who promised to bring what you wanted in about half an hour. Talk about customer experience.
You had been right, and apparently the drugs could help with the misery that was suffocating you. You were miserable because of the pain you felt after losing Alejandro, the guilt because you slept with Matt shortly after his death, the fear caused by having no idea what would happen now, and the disgust you felt because you actually liked what happened between you and your boss.
Could this be the rock bottom? It had to be. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than this. You once again became that shitty person you’d been before Matt dragged you into this. You were an excellent doctor, strangely that didn’t really change because of drugs, but they surely destroyed your relationships. All of them. But maybe under these circumstances, this was for the best. Being alone could maybe help you figure out what to do now.
The drugs had barely kicked in when there was a sudden, loud knock on your door. At first, you wanted to ignore it but soon you heard Matt threatening to kick in the door to get inside. Rolling your eyes, you eventually stood up and let him in, mostly because the last thing you wanted was him making a scene. But before you could say anything, he grabbed your chin and you knew perfectly well what he was doing: he took a closer look at your eyes because he noticed your delated pupils.
“I leave you alone for three hours and this is what happens?” he asked furiously once the door closed behind you. “Where the fuck did you get this shit anyway? I went through your things to make sure you didn’t have any drugs left.”
You had no reason to lie anymore, after all, you had already quit your job. The two of you were nothing more but two adults having a fight. So you shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed with one leg pulled up. “I have my sources.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Matt ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace back and forth in the room. This was much worse than he had expected and Steve was right, they couldn’t just leave you alone now. “Alright, you know what? I don’t care that this mission is over, we’ll stick around and I’ll keep you under close surveillance for the next few days.”
“Seriously?” you asked after letting out an annoyed growl. “I’m an adult and if I wanna get high, I’ll fucking do it and you can’t stop me!”
“I can,” he replied casually then began to go through your things once again. Without hesitation, you jumped up and rushed over to stop him, but Matt simply pushed you away. “Do you think this is what he would want? Do you really think Alejandro wouldn’t try to make sure you stay clean?”
And with that comment, he crossed a line. Even though he quickly realized he had made a mistake, you slapped him before he could apologize. “Don’t you dare bring him up again!”
Long seconds passed in uncomfortable silence and it didn’t seem like either of you would speak up in the near future. While he clearly wanted to continue his search for drugs, Matt decided to wait a little and hope you would calm down just enough to agree to it. You on the other hand were waiting for him to finally leave your room without a fight.
Suddenly your phone began to ring and you rose your eyebrows when you looked at the called ID. It was a number you didn’t know, but apparently Matt assumed you did so he said, “Put it on speaker.”
“Are you kidding me?”
When he gave you a serious look, you let out a sigh and did as he said.
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Blackmail – (7) Goodbye || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
Out of nowhere someone grabbed your arm and began to pull you away from the staff member you were talking to. You soon noticed it was Matt and based on the look on his face whatever he wanted to talk about was serious. Steve had already mentioned the order they received about cutting ties with Alejandro so you assumed it would be about that.
Once you entered an empty room and he made sure no one was listening, Matt spoke up. “I talked to Alejandro and told him about the order. He’s on his own, I can’t protect him anymore.” He kept a short pause while he let out a frustrated sigh. “Do you want to talk to him? This would be your last chance before–”
“You’ll listen to my phone calls and monitor every message I send from now on, right?”
Matt nodded. “You’re his girlfriend so you might be able to lead us to him. Unless, of course,” he added before he stopped and gave you a meaningful look instead of finishing the sentence. “Give him a warning, Y/N. And say goodbye.”
You took the phone and the piece of paper with the number on it from him then sank to the floor to make the call. Just when you thought Matt would eventually stay there with you, he cleared his throat and left. It took quite long for Alejandro to answer the phone and you were beginning to think he would ignore it, after all, he and Matt had already discussed everything.
“Did you forge–”
“It’s me,” you interrupted him, biting on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying. “Matt told me what happened and he wanted me to talk to you one last time.”
You heard him draw in a deep breath on the other end of the line. “They will try to track me down through you as well,” he stated quietly. “I’m sorry they dragged you into this.”
“Hey, don’t worry about this now. Just promise me you’ll stay safe. If anyone can get away from them it’s you,” you added, a smile appearing on your lips.
“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”
“Then we’ll find a way I can go after you.” Alejandro remained silent but you heard him let out a troubled sigh. “I’m serious. I don’t want to lose you. If it means I’ll have to stay under the radar for the rest of my life, so be it. I’m ready and it’s worth it.”
Once again silence followed your words and you began to wonder what it meant. Could it be that he didn’t want you to go after him? If so, why? Did he simply not want to put you in danger or could it mean that he didn’t love you enough? Then again, you reminded yourself, he had taken off his wedding ring for you. That was a huge thing.
“Alright, fine. Pay attention to every little detail, Y/N,” he told you eventually. “I won’t call you myself but you’ll know when I’m the one behind it.”
“Noted.” A short pause followed your words before you spoke up again, trying to fight back your tears. “Hey, be careful out there. And I love you.”
“I love you too.” You heard someone speak in the background before he went on. “Look, I have to go now, but I’ll contact you the moment I can, okay?”
You nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “I’ll be waiting,” you said quietly.
He ended the call and for several minutes you stayed where you were, staring at a random spot ahead of you. Even though Alejandro promised to contact you, you knew it was a promise he couldn’t guarantee to keep. You had a really bad feeling about the whole thing and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get the idea out of your head.
“You okay?”
When you looked up, Steve flashed a small, understanding smile at you then sat down next to you. “What if he dies? What will I do if he dies, Steve?” you asked, feeling the tears already filling your eyes. “We were… I wanted to quit. I was planning to move to Colombia and start a new life with him. A life as normal as possible.”
Steve let out a heavy sigh and leaned the back of his head against the wall as he looked up at the ceiling of the hangar. They had no idea you were planning to do that. Of course, he and Matt both noticed how close the two of you were and even wondered over a beer where it could lead but neither of them expected this with Alejandro’s background. They both assumed it was a more casual relationship, after all, it was a well-known fact that he still lived his late wife. Well, the man was certainly good at keeping his secrets.
“Knowing him, he’s gonna be fine. And I have a feeling Matt will do everything he can to buy him some time without Cynthia noticing,” he assured you.
It wasn’t even a lie since he knew his boss well enough to see how upset he was about the situation. Matt and Alejandro were–in their own, unique way–good friends. This is probably why he let you call him to say goodbye, and also why he decided to keep you safe, no matter what happens in the following days.
Suddenly you handed him the phone and left. You needed space, just a few minutes to get away from everyone who was involved in this. They were effective, so unless Matt figured out a way to save Alejandro, he was doomed and you knew that. The thought of losing him was suffocating. You wished it wasn’t true, you wished you were only a pessimist. But at the bottom of your heart, you knew Alejandro would be dead in a matter of hours and there was nothing you could do about it.
And just as you thought, a few hours later one of the guys in the control room spoke up. “Signal was activated at 19:39, heading northeast of Reynosa.”
You looked at Steve, then you both turned to look at Matt. This was probably the first time you saw him having trouble keeping his emotions under control. All his movements screamed of anxiety and you weren’t the only ones who noticed it.
“I’m sending another team to finish this,” Cynthia told him.
But Matt only shook his head. “No. I’ll do it. ‘Cause if I don’t, he’ll probably come and kill you.”
With that he left the room and Steve began to follow him without thinking, putting his hand on the small of your back to make sure you weren’t staying behind either. You were glad he was so thoughtful because knowing that woman you were sure she would have made some comments about the situation. Comments you probably would have reacted to by making a scene in front of everyone.
While the team got ready to move out, you sat on the ground outside with your back resting against the metal wall of the hangar. When you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you thought about your last day in Bogotá: the romantic dinner at the restaurant which was carefully hidden so only the locals would know of its existence, the best cup of coffee you had ever tasted on the way home and–Home. You let out a short, desperate laugh at the thought. You were already thinking about his apartment as home.
But it wasn’t your home. And based on how things were going it wasn’t about to become your home in the future either. That apartment was already gone, and its memory was nothing more but a painful reminder of what you couldn’t have anymore. Just when he decided to finally start a new life, they had to take him away from you. It wasn’t fair. Especially not the way it was happening.
“I’ll send you a text to let you know what happened, okay?”
You looked up and saw Matt standing there, looking down at you with an almost apologetic expression on his face. “Yeah, thanks,” you replied quietly.
The hours following their departure passed painfully slowly. You could have sworn you had seen Cynthia and Alicia checking on you every now and then but you weren’t sure and you didn’t even care to be honest. There was only one thing you truly cared about and that was your phone. The phone and the text Matt had promised to send you.
And then your phone finally beeped. It was a short message so you didn’t even have to unlock the device to read the whole thing.
“I’m sorry.”
This was all it said and it was more than enough for now. He was gone. He was really gone. While you had already known this was how this chase would end, the reality of losing Alejandro only began to crush you right then. You couldn’t even tell yourself he was safe and alive, hiding somewhere so the CIA wouldn’t find him. He was dead. But at least thanks to Matt you could say goodbye and you could also tell him you loved him. Not like that could make you feel any better.
At one point, before the team returned, you decided to leave. You had to get away from that hangar and the people inside, especially Cynthia. You needed something to help you forget but you knew in this situation alcohol itself wouldn’t cut it. You needed something else, something stronger. Well, so much for being clean, but what did you have to lose? Alejandro was gone and you weren’t planning to stick around so Matt or Cynthia would definitely make sure your medical license would be gone for good.
The least you could do was trying to forget. With your leather jacket and bag in hand, you began to walk out of the building but someone called after you. “Where are you going, doctor?”
You stopped, your back still to her as you took a deep breath. There's usually a filter between a person’s brain and mouth and you really needed to use it right now. Then again, you wanted to quit anyway. So why not telling Cynthia what you really thought about this situation?
“My boyfriend’s probably dead by now,” you told her eventually as you turned around to face her, deliberately making it sound like you didn’t know for sure. “I'm gonna get something to drink.”
She raised a finger and shook her head in response. “Not until they get back. Once you say they're all okay, you can go.”
“I quit. Find someone else to patch them up if they need it.”
note: Oh, boy, it took me a little too long, huh? And get ready for the Matt x reader chapters... until Alejandro shows up again that is.
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Blackmail – (6) One More Problem || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
“Well, well, well, Mr. Unnamed DEA agent #1, you look good,” you said with a short laugh when you stopped in front of Alejandro. “Really, really good.”
He looked down at you, watching as your fingers absentmindedly stroked his tie. “Oh, I know this look,” he suddenly noted, keeping his voice quiet so no one would hear it. “What is it now?”
For a few seconds, you remained silent and took a cautious look around, but once you made sure the others were out of earshot, you said, “You know, sometimes when I see you dressed like this I remember you used to be a prosecutor and it just makes my mind go all step on me, sir.”
“Okay, I get it,” Alejandro told you, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear with a laugh. “But we don’t have time for that, we need to talk to the girl. Ready?”
“Only if you promise to go on a coffee break after that. And when I say coffee break,” you added with a playful smirk.
Once he let out a sigh, Alejandro nodded and kissed your forehead. “You’re unbelievable, darling.”
“And this is why I always get what I want.”
The two of you made your way up the stairs to the room the girl was placed in, quickly going through the plan once again. You will sit down across from her–staying by his side the whole time–and after he briefly talks to her, you’ll check if she’s okay from a medical point of view. From that point on Alicia would keep an eye on her.
It was a piece of cake.
When you first laid your eyes on her, all you saw was a scared and confused girl, who was probably still trying to process being kidnapped then saved. This was one of the few occasions when you didn’t really agree with the overall plan. She was just a kid who probably knew nothing about her father’s business.
But something told you that you weren’t the only one. Even though Alejandro never mentioned it, you could see that he was having quite a hard time acting like it was just a normal job. If you had to guess, you would’ve said it was about his daughter. As you looked at him, you began to wonder where this would lead. It could either help or destroy everything.
“What do you want us to call you?” Alejandro asked while he placed his phone on the coffee table to record the conversation.
“Isabel.”
“Isabel,” he repeated then kept a short pause. “I need to ask you a question.”
The girl looked at him, alarmed. It wasn’t surprising considering the situation she was in but you still felt bad for her. Suddenly her eyes fell on you as if she was asking you if she had anything to be afraid of or worry about. Without hesitation, you flashed a supportive smile at her which made Isabel visibly relax.
Alejandro cleared his throat to get her attention. “Did they hurt you?” While you had already known the answer to this question, you still tried to keep a concerned look on your face. After Isabel shook her head, he went on. “What happened here?”
She touched her left cheek then said, “I got into a fight in school.” Alejandro kept a straight face but you couldn’t help but smile at this. You began to like this girl. “So when do I get to go back home?”
“Well, we still need to work through some things to make sure we understand all the circumstances surrounding your abduction, okay? But you’re safe.” She gave him an expectant look because she clearly wanted a proper answer. “So hang in there, we’re gonna get you home very soon. Look, I have to go now, but Y/N will stay here for a few more minutes, then Alicia will look after you. And if you need anything, just ask her.”
He nailed his role. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have believed he was a real DEA agent. For an outsider, he looked and sounded like as if he cared about the girl but at the same time it was also obvious that he was only doing his job. For now, everything went according to plan so all you had to do was playing your part.
With a supportive smile, you began to question her, asking her once again if “they” had hurt her to make sure she wasn’t hiding something only because the agent was a man. When she said no, you moved on to much lighter questions, like intolerances, allergies, medications she had to take. But this was more than enough for now so you said goodbye and reminded her that Alicia was there to help.
In the afternoon the boys left for a meeting but once they returned you began to prepare for the trip to Mexico. It was time for the girl to go home. But something just didn’t feel right, you felt uneasy and struggled to do a simple task like putting on your bulletproof vest. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others but Alejandro was the only one who acknowledged it.
“Let me help,” he said once he stopped next to you. But even though he tried to help, you pushed his hand away, insisting you were okay. “Y/N, what’s wrong? You can tell me.”
Finally, you gave in and let him take care of the straps of the vest. It all felt stupid now and you wondered if you should tell him what was on your mind. But a part of you knew he truly wanted to know so you took a deep breath and said, “I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t know why but I just can’t shake it off,” you added quietly.
“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll soon finish our work here and then we can go back to Bogotá.” When you didn’t answer, he slowly shook his head and gave you a quick kiss. “Just stay in the car and everything’s gonna be okay.”
As it turned out, Alejandro had been right. Staying in the car was the wisest thing to do while the others took care of the ones who ambushed you. It was a nightmare. It was a fucking nightmare. By the time you got out of the Humvee, Matt had already checked if everyone was okay, and you also knew by then that the girl was missing. Not like she could’ve gone far on foot.
“What the hell was that?” you asked angrily once you got close to the usual trio.
“An ambush,” Matt replied without hesitation.
You opened your mouth but before saying anything you took a deep breath. You tried. You really did try to calm down but it didn’t work. “No shit, Sherlock.” He gave you a disapproving look but remained silent. “What about the girl?”
“I’ll go get her,” Alejandro informed you. “It won’t take long. Once we reach the border, I’ll send the signal and you’ll pick me up.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Matt nod in the background. “This is so fucked up,” you muttered under your breath.
“Just stay in the car on the way back and do as Matt or Steve says, okay?” Alejandro told you as he adjusted the strap of his weapon. “I’ll be back soon.”
Under different circumstances, you would have probably hugged and kissed him but this wasn’t the right time for that. Matt was growing impatient and ordered everyone to get in the car so you could leave as soon as possible. As you flashed a small smile at the sicario, you quickly squeezed his hand then headed to the car your boss was in along with a member of the team who had been shot.
You didn’t say a word, only focused on the wound you had to patch up in a moving car which wasn’t exactly an easy task. Of course, after all this time, you were used to the unusual working environments but it only put more pressure on you because they made it easier to make a mistake. And here even a simple little mistake could lead to someone’s death.
Once you were done you began to gather the equipment you used and said, “I’ll check it again when we get back to the base but you’ll be fine.”
Even though the conversation the others had in the front was more of a background noise, you still paid attention just enough to know some police cars were after you. This mission was now one monumental screw-up and you had a feeling Matt’s boss–hell, the fucking US government–wouldn’t be happy about how things went down.
And this feeling grew even stronger when Matt began to shoot at the police cars. There was no way in hell you could get away with this. Attacking cartels or other criminals was one thing, but this was the Mexican police. It didn’t matter who’s side they were on or who shot first, they were off limits. This was like rule number one.
When the convoy finally reached the base, you let out a relieved sigh. You were safe now. But Alejandro wasn’t and the thought made you anxious again. After you got out of the car you hurried after Matt and Steve who were trying to clean their wounds on their own. Times like this you wondered why they even kept you around. When you got closer you heard Steve tell Matt that the wound on his arm would need stitches to which that idiot said it would still need them the next day.
“Stop what you’re doing, I’ll quickly stitch it for you,” you told your boss the moment you stopped next to him. “I don’t want it to get infected.” He opened his mouth to object but you immediately interrupted him. “Doctor’s orders. And you’re next,” you informed Steve.
But before you could do anything Steve cleared his throat and said, “Miss Sunshine on your six.”
Matt took a deep breath then forced a fake smile on his face. “Hi. Fucking Mondays, huh?” he asked with a laugh.
Cynthia wasn’t exactly happy to hear his joke, though. “Can we go somewhere that’s private?”
“All right. Can you give me a sec?” he asked as he lifted his injured arm then began to bandage it.
For a brief moment, you and Steve exchanged looks then you both turned to look at Matt. He didn’t look worried, maybe just a little more tense than usual. Knowing how good he was at convincing people that he knew what he was doing and he was right, you assumed getting Cynthia to calm down would be an easy task for him. The two of them walked away and you cleared your throat as you watched them.
Once they were out of sight, you turned back to Steve and pointed at the wound on his temple. “Let me take care of that while we wait.”
Neither of you spoke but you didn’t have to. After working together for so long you both knew what the other was thinking about. Matt was the master of bullshitting his way out of trouble but maybe this time it wouldn’t be enough. And, considering Alejandro was still out there with that girl and they were on their own, this possibility made you feel like throwing up.
“Great, you’re alone,” Matt suddenly spoke up behind you. “Y/N, stitch up my arm so Cynthia won’t come over to ask us what we’re up to.” While you nodded and did as you were told, Steve gave your boss a questioning look. At first, it seemed like he wasn’t about to answer but then he let out a troubled sigh. “Those fucking morons in Washington are freaking out over what happened today. According to Cynthia, we’re shut down.
“Shit,” Steve mumbled under his breath. “What’s gonna happen now?”
“We’ll have a video conference with the Secretary of Defense later today and after that… I don’t know. If I had to guess I’d say we’ll have to clean up this mess,” he admitted.
You took a deep breath and tried to steady your breathing. Sure, you wanted to leave so the team being shut down wasn’t that bad for you but there was one thing that bothered you. “What about Alejandro and the Reyes girl?”
Shrugging, he said, “Everything goes according to plan for now. I’m sure they’ll soon reach the border and we won’t be forced to do something… radical.” You gave him a questioning look but he shook his head in response. “Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s hard not to worry when you tell me not to worry.”
“Listen, I want him to be fine just as much as you do so when I say don’t worry, I mean it,” he tried to convince you and you could tell this time he really meant it.
No wonder, though. Those two had been working together for almost a decade and sometimes you had a feeling they were actually friends in their own way. So you nodded and tried to accept that Matt’s best interest regarding Alejandro overlapped yours.
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