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To The Flame chapter twelve

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter w/c: 2.6k

Chapter warnings: mentions of physical abuse, manipulation, mental abuse, steve and connie!!, fluff but like backhanded fluff?, Javi being a dick, alcohol consumption, mild description of injury

Chapter Summary: Javi takes you out on your date and you meet some potential friends

A/N: Hey, y'all! Super excited about this one! These character introductions mean a lot to this story. Hope you like it! (also sorry about not posting last week, pls forgive me ❤)

*****

“Shit,” you mutter.

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, fixated on the ugly welt marring your right cheekbone. Your right eye is a bit swollen as well, but not too badly. You’re mostly worried about how the hell you’re going to hide the discoloring. Even with your makeup, it’s going to be a feat.

It makes your stomach twist up to remember last night’s events. You still don’t understand why you had chosen to freak out like that. It was completely immature and irrational. He was just worried about you and you chose to berate him for it.

Thankfully, Javi seems to have completely forgiven you for your outburst. He woke up as normal this morning, planted a kiss on your forehead, and made your breakfast. You smile to think about it. Despite everything that happened yesterday, everything today is back as it should be, just how you like it.

You sigh and turn the sink on. You’ll wash your face and get dressed, then worry about this monstrosity last. You’re excited for your date. Javi told you that he’ll be taking you to a small restaurant a few blocks from the apartment. He’s out running an errand right now, or so he said. He wasn’t very specific, but he did promise to be back in time for your dinner date.

You lean down and splash your face with the cool water, suppressing a wince as it hits your bruised flesh. You really didn’t realize the hit had landed that hard. You scrub it anyway, being careful to not press too hard. You don’t think Javi got a very good look at it this morning, which is probably a good thing. He’d likely be devastated to know he caused such an injury.

You finish washing your face and reach for your dress hanging on the back of the door. It’s one of Javi’s favorites, and you’re excited to finally have an excuse to wear it again. You slip it over your head and turn around to zip the back with the help of the mirror. You pull at the edge and smooth it out so it falls effortlessly just above your knees.

It’s a beautiful color in contrast with your skintone, hell, it’s a beautiful dress in general. You smile at your appearance in the mirror. It’s not often you feel confident, but this dress never fails to bring it out of you. Maybe that’s why Javi likes it so much, too.

You hear the front door open as you fix one of the sleeves of the dress, a smile spreading across your face at the sound. Javi calls your name in greeting and your stomach flutters.

“I’m in here,” you call back. His footsteps grow closer.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

You peek your head out from the bathroom, careful to hide your right side behind the door frame. Javi’s standing in the middle of the bedroom. He looks gorgeous—as usual. He’s wearing a blue button up with his jeans and his regular boots.

“Yup, I’ll be just a second.”

“Alright, baby, take your time. There’s no rush.” He sends you a wink.

You flash him a quick smile before ducking back in and cracking the door behind you. You pick up your compact and lean in close to the mirror. The first layer doesn’t do much at all. The second makes a small difference, and by the third, all that’s left is to touch up certain spots. Even then though, you know there’s nothing you can do about the swelling of your eye and one of the deeper bruises. You take a step back. It doesn’t look so bad when you’re not too close.

You sigh and finish up the rest of it, only putting everything away once you’re satisfied that you look pretty much normal. Like it’s any other date night. You turn the light off and step out of the bathroom.

“Javi?”

“In the kitchen, sweetheart.”

You follow his voice, finding him leaning against the kitchen counter and craning his neck slightly to look out the window.

You grin as you step into view, giving him a small twirl and watching his smile widen when his gaze lands on you. You do your best to hide your right side, but try to be casual enough that he won’t think that’s what you’re trying to do.

“You look gorgeous, baby,” he says, walking toward you with open arms.

You let him embrace you in a hug, wrapping your own arms around his middle as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, Javi,” you mumble into his chest.

He lets you go after a moment and picks something up from the counter.

“Here, hermosa, got something for you” he offers you the bouquet of flowers. You gasp, sure that it’s the most beautiful bunch you’ve ever seen. That must have been why he went out. You’ll really never get over how thoughtful he is. It must have taken him a while to pick these out.

You beam at him as you take them in your hand. “Thank you,” you say again. He nods at you, warmth in his gaze as he watches you softly sniff the flowers. You look up when he clears his throat.

“Wanted to say I’m sorry,” he tells you, eyes flickering to and from yours. You frown a bit.

“It’s okay, Javi, I was the one acting up,” you assure him. You don’t want him to feel bad over something that wasn’t his fault. Just thinking about it puts a bad taste in your mouth. He’s much too sweet of a man to ever think that he’s done something wrong. You’re the childish one who threw a temper tantrum for no reason. It’s not fair for him to blame himself for what happened.

He nods solemnly, giving you a soft smile.

“I think we were both in the wrong there, sweetheart. I just don’t want it to happen again.”

Now it’s your turn to nod. You’re beaming inside at the fact that everything seems to be back to normal, but there’s also a sudden threat of tears pricking at your eyes and you’re not sure why. You look away, refusing to let them fall as you busy yourself putting them into a vase.

“Let me just put these in some water, and I’ll be ready,” you say as you turn on the sink.

****

You’re walking out the door minutes later, hand in hand with Javi as you try to contain the smile on your face. You’re way too excited about getting out. A part of you feels a bit guilty about getting your way after last night, but you suppose that Javi would have told you no if he thought it was really a bad idea tonight.

You stay silent and let him lead you downstairs, and you actually have to bite down on your lip to keep from full-on grinning when the evening air hits your face. It’s not too busy of a night, not many people out on the street at all. Still, Javi holds you close to his side as you make your way to the restaurant he was telling you about.

It’s not far, maybe a four or five minute walk from the complex. It’s small and cozy, exactly what you would hope for. He keeps his hand on the small of your back as you go to sit at an empty table, pulling your chair out for you and making sure you’re comfortable before sitting down in the seat across from you.

You smile at him as a waitress comes by and drops off a couple of menus. She takes your drink orders—a soda for you and a beer for Javi. You busy yourself with looking over the food options, failing to notice the way Javi’s started to stare at you.

His hand comes quickly across the table, making you flinch from surprise when he grabs your chin and tilts your head enough to see your right cheek.

“What’s this?” he demands.

You wince, really wishing you could have avoided this. You should have kept layering your makeup.

“”S from last night,” you mumble, ashamed even though you know you shouldn’t be. You just don’t want him to see what physical damage he may have done. He’ll tear himself up over it.

But he instead snaps, “And you didn’t fucking cover it?”

You’re taken aback, your head snapping away from his grasp. Shame fills you. Why can’t you just do something right for once? Tears again fill your eyes, only adding to your shame.

“I-I’m sorry, Javi,” you say quietly, staring at your hands in your lap. “I was just really excited to go out and—”

He sighs and leans back in his chair, cutting you off from your pointless excuse. “Just make sure nobody sees it,” he tells you. “Do you have any idea what that could do to me in my field of work?”

You nod, sniffing as your ears burn with embarrassment. Here he is taking you out and you ruin it by making another stupid decision. At least you’re not getting angry again. You have enough sense to keep that at bay.

You catch the waitress walking back with your drinks out of the corner of your eye and do your best to quickly collect yourself, giving her a warm, tear free smile when she sets your soda down in front of you. She smiles back and takes Javi’s order, which you order as well since you forgot to choose a dish for yourself.

You flash Javi a shy smile when she walks away, and, much to your relief, he gives you a small one in response. He’s still obviously not very thrilled with you, but at least he’s not straight mad.

“How have things been going at the house, baby?”

You know he means with renovations.

“They’re pretty good. Almost finished with all the painting and stuff. I might just need you to help me with some of the tile and cabinets.”

He nods. “Alright, I’ll see if I can get it done tomorrow.”

You nod back, trying not to be too tense. The conversation almost feels…awkward. It’s confusing. Luckily, the waitress comes quickly with your food, placing it in front of you and leaving you to it.

Conversation gets a bit better as the two of you eat. More casual and free-flowing.It’s not quite how it’s been the last few months, though. More like when the two of you had gone out together the first few times and had been a little shy. You brush it off though, sure that it won’t last too long. Even the two of you haven’t ever really been in a ‘post-fight’ situation yet, you believe that your chemistry is good enough for it to work itself out soon.

And it pretty much does by the time you’re finishing up your dinner. Javi’s smiling as you gush to him about a book you’re currently reading. It’s a very cute romance, one of the ones he’s brought you recently. He’s listening intently, happy to see your eyes light up with excitement.

The waitress comes back with the bill just as you’re telling him about the ending, and he hands his card over, along with a cash tip, as he continues to listen. It’s so nice to have someone who enjoys hearing about your interests. Before Javi, you can’t really remember having a person who would genuinely want to hear about your books.

You finish just as the waitress comes back, revealing the plot twist dramatically. His eyes widen with your reveal, both to indulge you but also probably a bit out of surprise because—in your opinion—it was a pretty insane plot twist.

But then his gaze darkens, pointed over your shoulder, and you frown.

“Javi?”

Your mouth is open to say his name, but it wasn’t you who said it. You snap your head around to see a couple walking toward you, the man smiling broadly. There’s a woman holding his hand, looking a little less enthusiastic than the man about seeing your husband.

You see Javi tense out of the corner of your eye as they reach your table. The man drops the woman's hand to round the table and clap Javi’s shoulder.

“What are you doing, you son of a bitch?” the man asks in a joking tone. “Thought you said you didn’t date.”

Javi’s jaw clenches as your brows furrow.

What?

“Uhm, yeah,” you supply, ignoring the way your stomach churns at the fact that he hadn’t mentioned you at all. “That may have something to do with the fact that he’s married.” You hold your left hand up, flashing your ring. The man’s light brows go up in surprise, a slight smirk overtaking his features. But then the smile drops and he shoots his gaze down to your husband.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he says slowly. “Didn’t think you were the type, Peña.” His tone is almost flat now. You don’t understand why it changed so quickly. Javi looks back up at him, a flicker of dark emotion that you can’t quite place showing in his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Javi addresses you, keeping his eyes on the stranger. “This is Steve, my partner at work.”

He doesn’t talk about work much, but from what he’s told you about his partner, your understanding is that they get along pretty well. So you don’t quite understand the surge of hostility between the two of them right now.

You smile nonetheless, standing and reaching your hand out to him. You state your name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He nods as he shakes your hand, giving you a tight smile in return. His expression is almost hard to read. He nods to the woman next to you. “That’s my wife, Connie.”

You turn to shake her hand as well, and you can tell you’ll immediately like her. She gives you a bright smile as well, telling you it’s nice to meet you. She seems very nice, but also like she wouldn’t be afraid to speak up for herself. You find yourself hoping that you’ll be able to see her again. Maybe be friends.

“We were just leaving,” Javi says from where he watches the two of you. Steve has taken a step back now, and is also watching you both with his arms crossed, though he doesn’t look mad, exactly. More like he’s contemplating something.

You frown though, having thought that you still had a little while before you had to go back.

“But—”

He flashes you a warning look, and you quiet down. Maybe you misunderstood him and he doesn’t like his partner. Either way, if he wants to go back, it’s probably for a good reason and you shouldn’t fight it. You nod at him instead, smoothing out your dress.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” you say to Steve and Connie as Javi comes to your side and takes your arm in his.

“You, too,” Connie says, and Steve nods, another small smile offered as Javi starts to lead you out. You don’t turn to watch them as you leave, instead keeping your eyes on Javi, who has his on the exit.

“What was that about?” you ask.

He glances at you with a softer gaze than you’ve seen all night. Again, you can’t place the look.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he assures you and kisses the side of your head. So you don’t.

When the two of you get home, Javi cracks open another beer and holds you on the couch until you both fall asleep watching TV.

*****

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ithebookhoarder · 1 year

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Javier Peña req (and Steve as bestie). Y/n is their partner and is feeling extremely burnt out; running on empty, coffee, cigarettes and not much else. She’s barely sleeping or eating and constantly has a tight chest and racing heart. They both know something is up with her but she just shrugs it off until one day, Javi is out on a raid and she reaches her breaking point. Steve manages to get her home but can’t reach Javi until he gets back to the embassy etc. Also, please could you throw in a little Carrillo cause😍

Burned Out (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

A/N: I’ve missed Narcos and my DEA boys, so thank you for this prompt, whoever sent this in. I really appreciate it. I’ve been in a bit of a slump recently with writing for this blog, so it’s great to have something to focus on and pour myself in to - hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, alcohol, reference to depressive / self destructive behaviour, description of a panic attack, mild smut, canon-typical violence, death, reference to drugs / overdosing.

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You knew exactly when it started. When you began to feel yourself beginning to sink downwards into the quicksand that was your life.

It was a bad day… well, a worse day, if you were being honest, given that life in general in Bogota was hard and full of bad days that left you feeling numb inside. Whereas you were normally able to banish the darkness by spending time with the friends you had collected since your arrival to the city, not even Javi’s gentle kisses or Steve’s dirty jokes or Connie’s homemade deserts could do the trick.

The day had been bad for many reasons.

One, you’d lost a contact with direct links to Escobar, that you’d spent weeks working on.

Two, you had lost them in a drive-by shooting that had killed not only them but countless civilians too.

Three, some of your asshole colleagues decided to spill coffee all over your files meaning you were forced to work late to re-type them up for a briefing the following morning. Even though you had got it done, you knew you had likely missed some details, the ink far too smudge to even begin to try and understand what had previously been written.

However, that day had only been the start of it. The start of the downwards spiral you found yourself tumbling into.

Sure, the others had noticed there was a change about you. Yet, it wasn’t as if they knew what was causing it or how to fix it.

Javi especially knew what you were like - you were like him after all. Spilling your guts wasn’t your natural reaction to handling things. You kept your emotions bottled up inside of you, cramming more and more in, forcing that lid to remain firmly screwed in place even as the pressure began to build.

And if the lid did threaten to pop off? Well then, you lost yourself in him. In the love that existed between you, and the intimate knowledge you shared of one another. After all, Javi had said it himself, “who needed therapy when you had sex and good whiskey?”

A night of passionate fucking was all it took to take the edge off… to let a little pressure escape, delaying your inevitable eruption… But that was just it; you would erupt. It was inevitable. There was no way on earth you could sustain the relentless routine of long hours spent at work, with coffee doing its best to act as a replacement for your bed.

Hell, you could feel the toll it was taking on you both mentally and physically, from the way your hands shook slightly, to the way your chest felt too tight to breathe sometimes. Then there was the fact your clothes were starting to get baggy, whereas they’d once clung to your frame like they’d been tailored for you.

“Here,” Javi had smiled one afternoon. You could smell the sandwich in his hand before he even set it down on the desk in front of you, accompanied by a packet of chips and a can of your favourite soda. “Grabbed that for you on our way back. Figured you’d forget lunch - again.”

A weak smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the kind gesture. “Thanks, Javi.”

“Anytime, hermosa.” He said it so calmly and easily that you felt your heart skip a beat as you realised how lucky you were to have someone who cared about you so deeply. It was why you made sure to tear a corner off of the sandwich and pop it in your mouth.

The relieved nod Javi granted you told you it was the reaction he’d been waiting for, as he took a step back to let you finish eating and working in peace.

You knew he’d be back to check you’d finished it in a matter of minutes. So, you were quick to chuck the rest of his lunch in the waste paper bin behind you, burying it further under a pile of discarded documents you’d already finished looking through.

It was fine. You’d eat later. Maybe you’d even try and cook dinner for you and Javi… an apology for being so distant lately…

Somehow, despite lacking the gift of prophecy, you knew deep down that that was unlikely to happen. Just as you knew it was unlikely Javi would even make it home tonight. For the last week straight, both he and Steve had been called out on some last minute, late night errands by Carillo - not that you minded all that much.

Not having Javi’s arms to fall into meant you felt less guilty about working late yourself. About only making it back to your empty apartment long enough for a quick shower and a power nap each night.

It was ironic to think of Carillo, though, given that your brief conversations with the Colonel in question had been the closest you’d come to finally releasing some of the hurt and the pain inside of you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but somehow, the Colonel had an ability to draw you out. To make you open up and share things you would never otherwise dream of.

Maybe it was his candour? You’d noticed that about him since you'd started working together; he had a blunt demeanour, saying what he thought regardless of the affect it could have on another person.

Now, it wasn't done with malice, per say, but rather as the result of a man who had the weight of an entire army on his shoulders and an impossible task. He just didn't have the time to bullshit anyone - especially when you both lived in a city full of people all too willing to lie and cheat.

It also came from a weird sense of respect, of seeing people as equals, deserving of the truth just as he expected the same in return. No matter how painful it may be.

Needless to say, it was one of the reasons you'd grown to respect the man - and dare you even say, like.

Still, when he decided to loiter on the other side of your desk, late one night, you felt yourself stiffen, as if suddenly all too aware of every little gesture your body made and what it gave away.

The Colonel missed nothing.

“You look like shit.”

Wow. Don’t beat around the bush.

“Jeez, your wife married a charmer, Colonel,” you scoffed, dragging on your cigarette, sparing him a fleeting glance. “Speaking of, doesn’t she want you back home? Or do you prefer my company that much that you’d rather stand at my desk at 11 o’clock at night?”

“She’s out of the city, visiting her parents,” he rebuffed, clearly not taking the bait as he dropped into the empty seat opposite. In fact, he decided to reach across and steal one of the cigarettes from the packet on your desk, lighting it for himself in a gesture that made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere for now.

“Good for her.”

“Yes, it is. I think time away from this place is good for everyone.”

You could feel the accusation lacing his words, as well as the heat from his continuous stare. “Then why didn’t you go with her? Not enough vacation days?”

He scoffed, a bitter smirk twisting his lips upwards. “You’re funny; I can see why Peña likes you so much. Like calls to like, as they say, even if you try and hide it behind that smile of yours.”

You bit back a laugh. “What can I say? I lucked out in that department and got my Mom’s smile. My sister was not so fortunate. She always had my dad’s features - meaning she looked more often than not like she was sucking on a lemon.”

“This is the sister that died from an overdose, correct?”

“Yes.”

“The anniversary is this week, is it not?”

He asked it so calmly and casually that anyone would have thought he’d asked you what the weather was like outside, or what your favourite record to listen to was.

At least his concern now made sense. It was the kind of detail he would remember, and you were honestly more surprised by the fact it had taken until now for him to bring it up.

He’d probably been itching to ask you about it all day, aware of the date even if your two partners were not. Well, they might have been, but neither had said anything which was your preference if you were being honest. Hence your rapidly cooling demeanour towards your colleague.

“I’m fine, if that’s what you're trying to fish about for, Colonel,” you sighed, staring back down at your desk again in an attempt to dismiss him. “You don't have to worry about me. I’m good. Thanks. So can I get back to work in peace? Or did you have some other question for me?”

Carillo sighed, simply choosing to smoke his cigarette, letting the tension linger along with the steadily growing haze around you both.

He didn't need to say the words aloud; his actions did all the talking for him as he reached over and helped himself to a file off of you desk.

He didn't buy this ‘calm, cool, and collected’ act you were pedalling. Not for a second - something his stare alone gave away, even if he refused to say it. Instead, he chose to read, and work, and smoke along side you so that you would not be alone.

He had his eyes on you... watching and waiting for the moment that your carefully constructed walls came crashing down... the only question was would they crush you in the process?

It was about a month later that the inevitable happened; that you finally hit rock bottom.

It had just been a causal remark that did it, of all things. A casual remark that sent you tipping over the edge.

You had just returned from lunch and hadn’t even sat back down at your desk yet when you noticed that someone was missing.

“Yo, Steve?” you queried, quickly glancing up at the empty seat next to you. “Where did Javi go?”

Now, you couldn't be a hundred percent certain what Steve said next but you knew he’d said something about Carillo, a lead, and a raid ...

“What?”

“I said, Javier went with him,” Steve repeated, staring at you with growing concern. You realised he must have already repeated himself. “What? Why? What is it?”

“Javi went too? He… he’s there? On that raid?”

“Yes, y/n, that’s what I just said - hey! Where you going?”

You didn’t even realise your feet had started moving, not until you heard Steve’s confusion as he yelled after you.

But you didn't stop.

You couldn’t stop, not until you were outside - not until you were far enough from that place that you could actually stop and fucking breathe.

When did it become so hard to breathe?

When had the room become so small?

Why did your mind suddenly feel the need to go to the darkest place possible?

It was just a raid... one of hundreds Javi had gone on since arriving here in the country, just as you had also gone on your fair share. So why was your head suddenly picturing him... lying there... injured, or worse... dead.

The number of bodies you’d stared at, lying in the streets in a macabre tableau that had become all too familiar by now - all part of this fucking job. A job you signed up for, hoping to vanquish the bastards who had taken so much from you and those you loved… yet, every day, it seemed you had failed as more and more innocent people suffered… and to think, that Javi - the man you loved more than anything - who you had neglected terribly to the point you couldn't actually remember the last time you’d woken up next to each other - could be amongst them…

It brought you to your knees.

“Whoah, y/n. Easy. What’s wrong?”

Steve’s voice sounded distant, as if you have been submerged beneath water. Yet, you could tell he was beside you, dropping down onto the kerb before hauling you close. The warmth of his touch was enough to tether you to him, to reality, as everything around you seemed to spin in dizzying circles.

You could feel it as his hands rose, cupping your cheeks, turning your head and trying to get you to look at him.

When you finally did, he could see immediately that your eyes were glassy, like you weren’t really seeing or hearing him.

He knew that look.

“Y/N,” Steve murmured in a soothing voice. “Y/N, look at me. Look at me.”

He paused, waiting until your eyes trained themselves on his face, some of the cloudiness starting to dissipate.

“Good, that’s good. Now breathe. Just breathe,” he instructed, taking a few deep breaths himself to show you how.

It took you a moment or two, but you eventually became fully aware of your surroundings and what your friend was telling you to do.

Following his lead, you took a few shuddering breaths, then a few more. You kept breathing until you could feel the racing of your heart slow and the fear that had felt crippling just moments before begin to ease.

You were exhausted.

Wiping at your face, you tried to banish the tears that had left a salty trail burning down your cheek.

Steve doesn't say anything for a long minute, instead choosing to pull you into his side and light up a cigarette, which he was quick to offer you.

“T... thank you.”

You sat like that for a while... just watching people and cars passing by, smoking like two people on a perfectly ordinary break.

No one bothered to stop and ask you two questions. Hell, no one even shot a glance in your direction, everyone too busy with their own business to stop and give a shit about yours.

So you sat.

And smoked.

And said nothing... not until the cigarette was nothing more than a stub.

Steve was quick to take it from you, before it could burn your fingers. Tossing it aside, it had clearly served its purpose.

He stood and offered you a hand.

His face left no room for debate as he stated calmly, “Come on, I’m taking you home. Now.”

“Come on. A couple more steps, Y/N,” Steve urged, guiding you up the stairs to your apartment.

His hand was warm, firm even, as it pressed against your lower back.

He’d been like this since the moment you’d left the embassy, steering you and hovering over you like he expected you to simply topple over at the slightest breeze.

It was touching, yet irritating all at once - a sentiment you were too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other to even attempt to unpack. You were also just too goddamn tired.

“Here we are.” Steve’s words startled you. “Home sweet home.”

You didn’t remember giving him the keys, but you must have as he opened the door a second later and herded you inside.

There was emotion in your throat - threatening to spill from you. You were holding on by a thread and he knew it. Just as Carillo knew it, and possibly Connie too -

Wait, Connie?

You blinked as you realised that at some point the woman had also entered your home, most likely having been summoned by Steve on the drive home.

You wanted to feel guilty at the thought of her being dragged into your mess, but you were honestly too tired to feel anything other than grateful as she hurried over to you, offering you a cup of what you assumed was tea, as well as two pills.

To help take the edge off, she explained, urging you to take them. Doctor’s orders.

It was impossible to miss the way that they were both staring at each other - sharing anxious glances as you swallowed the tablets and dutifully sipped the tea.

They were worried about you. Hell, you were worried about you, and Javi, and Steve, and everyone else you loved and cared about - that was what had got you in this mess in the first place.

Damn it.

You heard them say as much as you marched yourself to your bedroom, claiming you were going to try and get some rest whilst you waited for news.

If they bought it, you couldn’t tell, but neither protested as you left them.

They simply let you go, allowing you the space and privacy to crawl into your bedroom, bury yourself in the unmade sheets, and lie down for a while. The medication had clearly started to work as you felt heavy... tired...

Lying there, you could hear their voices... faint murmurs drifting down the hall.

You caught only snippets as they tried and failed to keep their voices down, just as your parents had once done when you were just a kid. Still, despite their efforts, you caught enough to know that there was still no word from Javi, or about the raid he went on.

“-called Javi- no reply.”

“Carillo - try again -”

“-worried about her - stressed.”

Eventually, the words began to fade away, replaced instead by your body's sudden need to sleep. It was pointless to fight the drugs now in your system, or the comfort of being wrapped in the bed sheets that still smelled of Javi... not even you were strong enough to fight it as you felt yourself drifting off into sweet oblivion.

"Sweetheart?"

You must have still been dreaming - that was the thought that crossed your mind as you swore you heard Javi's voice.

"Javi?" you moaned, fighting against the grogginess that greeted you as you tried to open your eyes.

Despite the fact it was clearly now dark out, you could easily make out the face in front of you, illuminated from behind by the bedside lamp. The sight was almost angelic - as if some divine being had deigned to answer your prayers and return the love of your life back in to your arms.

“It's ok, I'm here, sweetheart,” Javi purred again, brushing your hair back behind your ear and pulling you close. “I’m right here, ok? In one piece - promise. The raid went off without a hitch. Even snagged ourselves a new asset for you to take a crack at.”

Your eyes shimmered with tears as you quickly burrowed into his chest. You didn't really hear what he was saying, too busy focusing on the fact that he was here to say it at all - here - alive - in your arms.

The reality hit you as you began to let it pour out of you: how relieved you were, how much you loved him. You also grumbled something about fucking telling you when he next decided to run off on a raid without so much as 'goodbye' - else you’d shoot him yourself.

“I’m sorry, carino. I am.”

And you believed him.

"I love you, Javi. So much."

"I love you too," he purred, "and I'm so sorry, I knew you were struggling, but when Steve told me-"

He didn't get to finish whatever the hell he'd been about to say. You didn't let him.

Instead, your lips surged hungrily towards his and as only Javi could, he kissed you back, soft and slow... as if desperate to reassure you through actions alone.

You felt him chuckle into your mouth as you grew impatient, grinding your hips against him in a silent plea for him to fill you. To join you. To bury himself, and the day you'd both had, in a moment of bliss.

It was a special kind of neediness, reserved for just him, and one that was only sated once he had fully joined with you, as one being. Safe. Whole.

Yes, in an ideal world he would have waited until after talking to you to lose himself in such a way. After all, Steve and Connie had filled him in on the troubling turn of events that his absence today had triggered - and he'd be lying if he said the idea didn't scare him shitless, that you had broken down so completely...

He could only thank God that Steve had been there for you - especially when he couldn't be himself.

But he was here now... and you had time to start trying to make sense of this mess. Together. Carillo had assured him of that, informing him in no uncertain terms that you both had the next few days off from work. He didn't want to see either one of you back in the office until you'd begun to sort through the mountain of shit you were buried under.

So, yes. If you wanted to lose yourself for tonight, to use him to forget the world outside for a perfect moment, then he was only too happy to oblige.

He’d wait until the morning to have a proper conversation.

He’d go down and whip you up some breakfast before trying to get you to open up to him about everything that had happened today… about the worries and concerns you’d been keeping locked away inside of you.

Then, after you’d fallen in to pieces in his arms, he could try and start to put you back together again. As a team.

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Muñequita Masterlist

Full Pedro Masterlist

Installations with a * have smut or content pertaining to sexual activities in them

Open to taking requests for chapters and such. Taglist started, ask to be added!

Pt. I *

Pt. II

Pt. III *

Pt. IV coming soon

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Boyd as Steve Murphy in 'Narcos', S1E1 'Descenso' - GIFs by me

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cherrypickedxx · 1 year

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same energy

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Steve and Connie’s meet cute is so underrated and overshadowed by the absolutely beautiful man that is Pedro pascal. In this essay I will-

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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Never Safe - One Shot

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Summary: When Connie and Steve organise a day out with you and Javier to hopefully repair the fractured relationship you two have, things don’t go as planned.

Relationship: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings.

When Steve had suggested that you all spend your very rare day off together at Lake Guatavit, you’d initially been sceptical. Now you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to visit the place, you’d made a bucket list of things to do in Colombia when you’d learned you were going to be stationed there.

No the reason you’d been sceptical was because of Javier Peña.

The Bogota Batchelor.

The most desired man in the Embassy.

And you had bagged him on your second day.

You had expected him to brush you off after that. After all, it had been two people scratching an itch. At least that's what it had been for you. But then he went and developed feelings for you and any chance of a working relationship fell to pieces.

Fast forward to today, five months on and things were strained. He had resorted to the cold shoulder after your numerous rejections, his ego too bruised to be ‘just friends’ with you and you tolerated it. You were there to do a job after all. Yet you’d also be lying if you said that you didn’t have any feelings at all for the man. You just had no intention of acting on them.

The drive to Lake Guatavita was gruelling. Steve and Connie desperately trying to find anything to talk about but after the first hour, you decided sleeping was the best course of action.

Steve and Javi then started to talk quietly to each other in the front and when the subject of your relationship cropped up, you couldn’t help but listen in.

“When are you and Espina going to sort your shit out?” Steve asked and Javier sighed “I know you fucked her, is that why you two hate each other? You pump and dump her?”

“Was the other way around.” Javier confessed lowly, his head rolling to look at the passing trees through the window “She was different Steve. She got under my skin and I laid myself bare for her and she rejected me.” You winced at his statement, your guilt starting to bubble a little under the surface.

“So what?” Steve snorted “You get your feelings hurt and you decide that being pissed off all the time is the best way to handle that?”

“I don’t wanna get into this Murphy.” He sighed and Steve just waved him off, no point in pushing.

They moved on to more trivial subjects after that. Mainly about the case and you found it easy to slip off to sleep then. Before you knew it the car came to a halt and everyone started to get themselves ready for the small hike from the car park to the lake. Connie pulled the picnic she’d made from the boot of the car and you started to ask her about what she’d decided to put in there. Anything to try and distract yourself from the guilt you had brewing inside of you.

When you reached the top of the path, the view of the lake was stunning. It was like a rich jade that glittered in the bright sunshine, nestled in the middle of a lush forest. It brought a smile to your face that Javier couldn’t help but find himself mesmerized by and he allowed himself to admire you for a moment before he was trekking down the path towards the water.

You’d picked a good day to visit. The temperature was just right and there wasn’t another soul to be seen. When paying entry, the desk clerk had seemed relieved to see you all and you wondered if she’d perhaps expected a slow day. Tourism had taken a bit of a nose dive in recent years.

A few hours later you had found a nice spot to sit and enjoy the picnic that Connie had brought, the guys sipping on their slightly warm beers as you enjoyed some freshly made lemonade with her.

“So, glad we came?” Steve asked as he picked up a few more chips and threw them in his mouth.

“Definitely.” You replied almost breathlessly “I have been meaning to come and visit since we arrived but it seems that we never have time to visit anywhere,” You finished with a chuckle.

“I’d happily suggest a few other places you could visit Espina.” Javier piped up, his tone soft which made your guilt start to simmer once again “I had a chance to visit a few places when I first arrived.” He finished with a shrug, eyes then darting down to the bottle in his hands.

“I’d like that Javi.” You replied sweetly and his head shot up in surprise at your reply “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He replied, a little stunned.

There was a reason you’d been named Espina. You’d developed a reputation for having a prickly personality as Steve had worded it. Javier had continuously referred to you as the thorn in his side and after your first operation with Carillo, he’d gifted you the nickname.

And you kinda liked it.

“So I was thinking we could trek for a bit longer, walk all this food off and then we can head back?” Connie piped up, pulling all eyes to her.

“Yeah… Yeah uh… That sounds good.” You replied distractedly as you shook your head of the static that had taken up residence and started to help pack everything away again.

Once everything was packed, you started up your trek again. Javier walked ahead of Steve and you trailed behind a little with Connie, talking to her about her work at the Communa and yours at the embassy. When the terrain started to get a little difficult the four of your stopped, admiring your surroundings as you sipped at your waters.

“Probably best to start heading back now.” Suggested Steve and everyone agreed, you and Connie then took the lead as you turned around and started to trek back up the hill.

“Ahh.” Expelled Javier as he felt a nip at his ankle.

“You okay man?” Steve asked, looking over his shoulder at his partner.

“Yeah,” Javier replied, shaking his head a moment before following everyone else.

The walk then passed into a comfortable silence as everyone focused on getting back up the hill and to the car. When you reached the peak, you turned to admire the view again a moment, smiling at Steve as he passed you before your eyes drifted to Javier who was trailing quite a bit behind. He looked exhausted and you smirked at the sight as he traipsed up the last few steps.

“Think someone needs to quit smoking.” You teased once he was in earshot, grinning at him as he came to a stop just a few feet in front of you.

Your smile dropped when he did.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. One moment he was standing there, then next he was on the ground, gasping like a fish out of water. You were at his side in the blink of an eye.

“Javi?” You said panicked as you noted his skin was pale and his whole body seemed to be wracked with chills “CONNIE.” You screamed as loudly as you could “Stay awake Javi, stay with me now…. Come on.” You pleaded when his eyes started to droop and then your head shot up when you heard thumping footsteps on the earth beside you.

“What happened?” She asked as she dropped to your side and you shook your head, tears starting to form as you looked back at Pena.

“He just collapsed.” You managed to choke out and Connie nodded as she started to check Javier over.

“Javi… Javi, can you hear me?” She asked, smiling when he weakly nodded at her “Good, that's really good Javi. Now I need you to tell me what happened?” She asked, sighing when the agent didn’t answer her.

Feeling his pulse, she found it pounding rapidly beneath her fingertips. Then her brain went into medical mode.

Rapid pulse… Chills… Difficulty breathing…

Her eyes shot open as the dots started to connect.

“Check his ankles.” She ordered and you gave her a bemused look.

“What?”

“Just do it.” She said sternly and you nodded, shifting so you could take a look and lifting his pant leg, you found something “Connie…”

Her eyes shot up to what you were showing her and then to Steve who’d been standing silently, watching in shock at what was unfurling before him.

“What?” He asked, finally finding the strength to speak “What is it?”

“Snakebite.” Connie replied grimly and you sobbed “We need to get him to a hospital.”

“Don’t we need to find the snake?” You asked and Connie just shook her head “We don’t know where or when he was bitten… Snakes probably long gone.”

“When we turned back.” Steve said out of the blue, grabbing your’s and Connie’s attention.

“What was that Steve?” His wife asked.

“When we turned around to walk back. He said ow and I asked if he was okay. That must have been when it bit him.” He elaborated and you sobbed.

“That was over an hour ago.” You choked; your attention was grabbed by Javier as he started to gasp in your arms.

“There’s no time to go look. We need to get him to the car and to a hospital ASAP.” Connie ordered and Steve sprang into action, lifting his partner into his arms and practically sprinting back in the direction of the truck.

As soon as you made it back, it was a blur of Connie clambering into the back and helping Steve lay Javier down over the back seat of his truck. You then leapt into the passenger seat as Steve took up position in the drivers, the vehicle screaming to life and kicking up dust in its wake as Murphy screamed out of the park and towards the main road. You turned your head to see Connie stroking Javier’s hair affectionately as she monitored his strained breathing. If it were possible, Javi looked every worse than he had when he collapsed. His lips had started to turn blue, and his lids drooped severely.

“We’re going to get you to help Javier.” Said Connie softly as she cupped his cheek in the hope to ground him “You just need to keep breathing, okay?”

You watched him closely, noting the tiniest little nod of affirmation from the agent as he visibly leaned into Connie’s touch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. What was supposed to be a day to mend fences and spend time with the people you cared most about had turned into utter chaos.

“Javier… Javier, you need to breathe Hunny.” Said Connie, pulling you from your thoughts and your eyes snapped to the agent who was now struggling to pull in any air whatsoever.

Steve was driving like a demon, but you knew you still had a while till you reached the hospital, Javier was running out of time and quickly. Your eyes locked with his and you gave him a soft smile, praying that it would give him any sort of comfort and when he weakly held out his hand to you, you took it without question. He seemed to relax a little then, pulling in a few weak breaths and so, despite how uncomfortable the position was, if you could help Javier by holding his hand, that’s what you were going to do.

The drive seemed to stretch on forever. Your arm had come to sleep some time ago and your back was starting to ache from the twisted position you were seated in but that was nothing in comparison to the state that Javier was in.

“We’re ten minutes out.” Steve announced when the familiar streets of Bogota filled his vision and you smiled.

“Hear that Javi?” You said sweetly as you turned your head to look at him again “We’re almost there.”

The corner of his lips seemed to twitch slightly as if attempting to smile but then his eyes slipped shut and his hand left your grasp.

“Javi?” You questioned as Connie positioned her ear over his mouth “Javi?” You called again, sobbing when Connie then turned her head and started to blow rescue breaths into his mouth.

“What’s happening?” Steve questioned, noting you shaking your head and sobbing as you repeated ‘no’ over and over again like a prayer.

“He’s stopped breathing,” Connie announced as she started compressions, somehow holding firm when the car jolted as it sped up.

You watched hopelessly as Connie performed CPR on your partner, desperately trying to keep him alive those last few minutes until they arrived at the hospital. Then the car came to an abrupt stop and Steve was out, screaming for help as he rounded the car to get to his partner.

Then everything was a flurry of activity.

You followed them as they wheeled him in, Steve flashing his badge at anyone that tried to force them out.

“What happened?” Ask the doctor and you breathed a sigh of relief that he spoke English.

“He’s been bitten by a snake.” Connie answered, “We don’t know what though.” She finished and the doctor nodded.

Alarms blaring grabbed their attention and soon the three of you were being pushed to one side and they started to work. In what seemed like the drop of a pin, he was intubated, and a nurse was pumping air into his struggling lungs whilst another prepared a machine that made your stomach turn. They shocked him once, air was pumped, and the alarm continued to ring out that dreaded single tone. He was shocked a second time and still nothing.

“Javi, please.” You squeaked, holding onto Steve so tightly that you were sure you’d break his arm.

Then, he was shocked a third time and the tone changed its tune. Everyone breathed a consecutive sigh of relief before they jumped into action. He was whisked away again and this time you were able to follow.

“We need to figure out what bit him.” The doctor stated to Connie, the only one still keeping her cool “We will update you as soon as we can.” With that, he left and you were escorted to a waiting area, the three of you huddling together in preparation for the long wait you had ahead of you.

“I used him and treated him horribly.” You piped up after some time, your hands shaking as you spoke.

“What’s that sweetheart?” Connie asked as she looked up at you.

“Javi and I, we uh… Well a few days after I arrived, we hooked up.” You confessed, noting Connie’s surprised expression “He wanted more and I kept shutting him down. I guess part of me found it hard to believe that Javier Pena, the notorious lady’s man, would want to go steady with me.” You chuckled sadly as you looked down at your hands “I kept shutting him down in such awful ways, hoping he’d get put off but I just ended up hurting him… And now he could die, never knowing how I actually feel about him.” You sobbed as your guilt gripped your heart like a vice.

“And how do you actually feel about him?” Steve asked, blue eyes boring into you.

“I’m crazy about him.” You confessed “He lives rent-free inside my head. I… Well, I suppressed these feelings for so long that I guess I managed to fool myself into thinking that I could just ignore them but seeing him like that, and knowing now that I might never see him again… Well turns out I was an idiot.”

“Javi’s strong, he’s going to pull through this.” She said softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“He’s still going to hate me at the end of it.” You sobbed, your head dropping to Connie’s shoulder.

“I don’t think he hates you.” Steve piped up, remembering the tortured expression on his friend's face when they spoke earlier “Just make sure that if he comes through this, you make sure you mend things… Life’s too short.”

…

It was several more hours before you received the news. You were sitting staring at a medical poster, trying your hardest to work out what it said, when the doctor appeared in front of you looking as tired as you all felt.

“How is he?” Steve asked, his voice a little shaky.

“He’s stable.” The doctor confirmed, “It was touch and go there for a moment.” He confessed “The venom hit him hard, but he is responding well to treatment. As long as there are no complications, I think he will be okay.” He finished and sobbed, letting out the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

“When can we see him?” You asked, your voice so quiet that the doctor almost missed it.

“Now is fine, I will get a nurse to show you to his room.” He finished.

“Thanks, doc.” Steve said as he shook the man's hand “For everything.”

“Just doing my job.” He replied with a shrug before giving you all a small nod and leaving the room.

Sure enough, a short while later, a nurse fetched you all and led you to a small, plainly decorated room with Javier laying in a bed centred along the far wall. He looked a lot better than he had when you’d last seen him. The colour in his skin had started to return and his eye no longer dropped the way they had before. He gave you all a weak smile as you entered, watching you closely as you perched yourself on the edge of his bed.

“How are you feeling brother?” Steve asked as he came to a stop on the other side of the bed, placing a friendly hand on Javier’s shoulder.

“Like I almost died.” The agent joked, eyes flitting to you again before returning to the Murphy’s.

“I owe you my life.” He said, his brows knitting together and his bottom lip wobbling “If you guys hadn’t-“

“Let’s not think about that now.” You interrupted, taking his hand and stroking your thumb over his knuckles “You’re okay and that’s all that matters.”

Javier nodded as his gaze locked with yours, his expression softening at the sweet smile filling your features. Connie's coughing pulled your attention away from each other and your heart raced as you both looked at her.

“We’re going to go find some coffee, you want some?”

“Please.” You replied in unison, and she smiled before motioning for her husband to follow her.

Leaving the two of you in tense silence.

It remained that way a while before you both couldn’t take it a moment longer.

“I’m sorry.” You both said in unison, then both sporting a similarly confused expression.

“Why are you sorry Javi?” You asked softly and he sighed.

“For trying to push my feelings on you then acting like a child about not getting my way.” He replied, “You don’t feel the same and I respect that.” He paused a moment as he let his head fall back onto the pillow then roll to look at you “I would like us to start over… If we can.”

“Javi I…” You trailed off a moment as you fought to find the words to express how you feel. Now was your moment and you weren’t going to waste it “I do feel the same.”

“What?” Javier whispered, his brow drawing together as he awaited your reply.

“I uh… I do feel the same way about you, Javier… I’m sorry it took you almost dying for me to admit that I can’t keep suppressing these feelings I have.” You sob “You own me Javier and I can’t get you out of my head so… I want to start over too.” You agreed, a small smile spreading across your face “How about we start with dinner?”

“Like a date?” Javier asked, his voice wobbling as tears started to pool.

“Yeah, Javier… Like a date.” You chuckled “What’ya say?”

“I say…” He trailed off a moment his expression turning stony and making your stomach twist a little “I’ll think about it.” He finished, his face splitting into a grin as he winked at you.

“Asshole.” You grumbled as you playfully punched his arm.

“Yeah but you love me.” He teased as he smiled at you sweetly.

“Yeah.” You agreed as you beamed at him “Yeah I do.”

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Broken Road Masterlist

Javier Peña x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Javier’s high school sweetheart turns up at the Embassy, it shakes him right to his foundation. How will he cope when he learns that everything he thought he knew about his first heartbreak was a lie?

Each chapter has individual content warnings. Explicit chapters marked with **

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skarface · 1 year

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Steve Murphy has a staring problem.

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proceduralpassion · 6 months

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It's Gonna Be A Scream

Day 29 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork inspired by your favorite horror movie.

Character(s): Javier Peña x Reader; Steve Murphy, Connie Murphy, Horacio Carrillo, Trujillo, Hugo Martinez

CW: violence, blood, character death (both implied and real)

WC: 689

A/N: The way this needs to be an entire fic and/or series??

Your lungs were on fire. The muggy Texas air didn’t help matters. All you felt was hot, thick cotton stuffing its way down your trachea with each breath you took. Every ounce of energy was going into getting away from certain death. You were too tantalized with fear to turn around and see if you were still being chased. Instead, you looked in front of you. Working overtime to catch up to Javi.

One of your best friends ever since you got to college kept swiping glances back at you, not sprinting too far away from you. The two of you got separated from the rest of the group somewhere in all of the frenzy and now you were both alone as you ran for your lives.

Adrenaline was a hell of a drug. No one was given much chance to come to terms with finding Hugo’s bloodied remains in a heap outside the lone Victorian-style farmhouse they had stopped at for help with their overheated travel van. Connie’s screams had permeated through the air as she realized that she had discovered the newly deceased body of their college friend and travel buddy. Steve immediately pulled her away, yelling, “Holy shit, that’s Hugo!”

Everyone’s yelps of confusion and horror gets drowned out by the sound of a chainsaw and the large man wielding it who’s charging straight at them.

Horacio and Trujillo take off towards the house while Steve is pulling Connie back towards another vehicle on the land, hoping and praying that it’ll work.

You immediately flee for the opposite direction in which the violent slaughterer is coming from. Javi falls in step with you and he points out the woodsy area that would hopefully provide shelter. It’s farther away from the roads in which you all drove in to get to the house, but you’re left with no choice.

Your feet pound into the ground, carrying you further and further away except you don’t hear the sound of the chainsaw growing less quiet with time. You know he’s following you. You can’t bear to turn around and confirm, but you know it.

Javi looks back once more now that he’s several steps in front of you, “Come on!”

You clear the tall grass of the southern fields. It’s reedy and thick for the first several feet. The sound of the deadly weapon dissipates some, like he’s stopped. You’re catching up to Javi finally, but the two of you don’t stop. The fescue grass starts getting thinner in some areas, patchier, but there’s trees up ahead and you’ve got a good chance of completely losing your friend’s murderer if you can get across where there’s possible civilization.

The sound of the chainsaw grows quieter and quieter and there comes a point when the two of you don’t hear it at all. Javi puts a finger to his mouth, willing quietness. He grabs onto your hand and pulls you both closer to the ground. The grass is getting shorter and there’s about thirty feet between it and the expansive space of trees. There’s no cover in that small feat. If the killer’s attention was no longer on them, it wouldn’t matter anyway, but it was still a risk.

You glance into each other’s eyes and realize the same thing at the same time. It’s do or die. Now or never.

The both of you stop at the border that stops at the reeds and begins the wide open field before hitting the woods. A few seconds feels like a few hours. Thousands of words are exchanged between the desperate gaze the two of you share. The confessions you want to make. The feelings that you’ve both held for years. The promises you make to yourselves and to each other of what happens when this is all over.

There’s no silent countdown. The two of you just nod and dart out into the open, making the rough, muddy terrain your track field.

Your lungs burn.

Your feet hurt.

The chainsaw drums up again. DALLAS MORNING NEWS- 7 University of Texas Students Reported Missing, Last Seen Traveling Together on Spring Break

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Narcos - Despegue S01E10

#mine: narcos #narcos #javier pena #javier peña #javi pena #my gifs #**#cristina makes crappy gifs sometimes #gif request #connie murphy #olivia murphy #narcos season 1 #the way he comforts her #hes my baby ok #also ARMS #AND HANDS #AND SHOULDERS #AND NECK

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nicolethered · 2 years

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Javi plans the La Quica raid as Connie leaves Steve in 2x01 Free at Last

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drabbles-mc · 7 months

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Moving Day

Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Light: a day of pure fluff & sunrise

Warnings: language, Miami-era SteveConnie 🥰

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A/N: I can't explain how fun it was to just write this little happy snippet for these two. Bless. 💖

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Steve heard Connie’s car pulling into the driveway and let out a small sigh of relief. When she left earlier, she said that she was just going to grab a few more small boxes of things from her apartment to bring to the house. That was something that shouldn’t have taken more than an hour, since everything at her place was already packed up and just needed to be tossed into her car. If she was gone for too much longer he was going to head over there himself just to make sure she was okay. Sure, she’d roll her eyes and call him paranoid and ridiculous, but that wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard from her before.

“All good?” he called out to her from the kitchen when he heard the door open and shut.

“Uh, yeah!” she called back.

Her hesitation gave him pause—he could hear something in her voice, even if he didn’t quite know what it was specifically. He started to make his way towards her. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she responded with a laugh, one that meant she might’ve been good but she certainly wasn’t up to anything good, “I’m fine.”

He met her in the doorway to see her trying to toe off her shoes while holding onto a box that was clearly marked kitchen. Her hair was tied back, but a few strands had gotten loose and were falling in front of her face. Steve wondered if there would ever be a time when he wouldn’t find out he could keep falling more in love with her.

“Any reason you’re holdin’ that kitchen box like it’s got a live bomb in it?”

She let out a huff that turned into a laugh. The smile that was creeping across her face should’ve let Steve know that whatever happened next, he was just going to be going along for the ride on it. “Not a live bomb, no.”

He followed her as she carefully walked into the living room and gently set the box down on top of the coffee table. Steve looked expectantly back and forth between her and the box. “You gonna tell me? Or…?”

She reached and placed her palm against his chest, fingers drumming against the white cotton t-shirt he was wearing. “You can’t be mad.”

“Why…why would I be mad?”

“Promise me.”

“Connie—”

“Promise!”

He threw his hands up. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

Leaning down, Connie slowly opened up the flaps of the box. She’d hardly finished opening it when the cat inside of it poked its head right out and looked around the room it was now in. It didn’t make any move to try and hop out to wander. Instead, it sat and stared, eyes wide, switching between looking around the room, and looking at the two people standing and staring right back.

Steve’s face contorted in confusion. Raking his hand back through his hair, he let out a tiny huff of an exhale. “C—baby, what,” he shook his head, “what the fuck?”

“He was all alone!” she said, ramping up the sadness in her voice. “He was on the side of the street all by himself.” She reached and gently ran her hand along the top of his head. “He doesn’t have any owners.”

“Know what he does have, probably?” Steve said as he shook his head. “Fleas.”

“Steve!”

“What?”

“I couldn’t just leave him out there.”

He stared up at the ceiling for a moment as he let out a sigh. “You’re not gettin’ rid of that thing, are you?”

She propped her hand against her hip. “What do you think?”

He knew there was no use in arguing with her. He didn’t win arguments about things much smaller than this, so he knew that he’d already lost this one. Rather than trying and failing, he just did his best to go along with it.

“Did you even bring over any of your actual kitchen stuff?”

“Yeah.” She turned and batted her eyes at him. “Wanna go get it for me?”

He wanted to look annoyed but he ended up smiling instead. “Sure.”

“Thank you. Oh,” she chuckled, “silverware is…all over the floor.”

“You had to use the silverware box?”

“It was on top!”

He shook his head, throwing his hands as he walked towards the front door. “’Course it was!”

Once he had stepped outside, Connie turned back to the cat. He was just starting to try and step out of the box, and she made no move to stop him. She watched him as he tentatively started to explore the living room. Despite the fact that he didn’t seem to be listening to her at all, she still reassured him that Steve would come around. He always did eventually.

Steve woke up the next morning to the feeling of something tickling the side of his face. He tried to turn away from it but it did no good. Slowly opening his eyes, he came face-to-face with Connie’s cat, which she had decided to name Puff for some godforsaken reason, sitting on his chest. The breath that he was taking in turned into a gasp, which turned into a cough. Luckily none of it woke Connie up.

He tried to push the cat off of his chest but he wouldn’t budge, just sitting there staring at Steve with the biggest eyes imaginable. Propping himself up on his elbows, Steve mumbled a quiet, “What?” to the cat, knowing he couldn’t respond.

After another minute of acclimating to being awake, Steve forced himself out of bed. Puff followed him dutifully through the house, like the thing already knew where to go. Steve shook his head as he put food in its bowl. The speed with which the cat ran to the bowl let Steve know that that was what he’d been woken up for. The only sound in the whole house was Puff crunching down on his kibble.

Against his better judgment, Steve looked at the time on the stove. He let out a groan when he saw how early it was. “Great,” he said, just as much to himself as the cat, “now we’re gonna have to do this every morning.”

If Puff was listening, he didn’t make it known. Steve leaned back against the counter and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He watched Puff as he sat, eating out of his bowl without a care in the world. Taking a deep breath, Steve turned to look out the kitchen window. If nothing else, at least he’d be up to see the sunrises now.

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