look, I know im terrible because I haven't even completed the Sanji requests I've had. Buuuut please be patient with me, this semester is coming to an end and that means I'll have way much more time to write. Work has also been a bit crazy but it's less hectic with school out of the way. ANYWAYS, any1 have any Cooper Howard requests? love my lil radioactive homeless zombie cowboy mwah <3
Alright I received some requests, my heart is happy đĽš
Iâm off during the weekend so Iâll get working on those then. Meanwhile, this gives me time to think and come up with some stuff. Iâm so excited hehe
Hello, honey bears! I just wanted to pop by and say hi and see how everyoneâs doing! I also want to let you guys know that Iâm accepting requests and/or any other type of interaction. Enjoy this looped gif of seungmin <3
I know most (if not all) of you are probably not kpop fans but I didnât know what gif to attach to my post⌠and seeing as I have a kpop icon I thought itâd be fitting đ
Summary: Horacio was a man of deliberate decisions. Itâs one of the characteristics that got him to the position he held. When you came into his life, he threw all sense of premeditation out the window and knew he would follow you till the end of the world at a momentâs notice. The risk he took was calculated, but man, was he bad at math.Â
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Shootings, bullet wounds, death. Not towards any main characters though. fluff <3. silly things here and there.
Author's Note: sometimes I get possessed by the gremlin spirit of creativity so I just type words and hope they make sense when it's finished. feedback is greatly appreciated and will earn you a kiss from me <3
It amused you every time to have any sort of interaction with him and pretend you did not know the type of person he was behind closed doors. In fact, you both quite enjoyed the game you had to play outside of your own little shared universe.
Itâs not like you didnât want to share it with anyone else, the fact that you two were together, but you didnât want any infiltrations to knock down the foundations you two had built.
For Horacio, it was the excitement and pure love he never really knew he wanted. Most of the time, he felt like a love-sick puppy. He was quite surprised nobody else had brought it up to his attention. He could already hear Javier snickering at him for the lingering and glazy looks heâd give you whenever you were in his presence.Â
Truth be told, he tried his hardest to treat you like the rest of his team. He tried so hard to talk to you in the same stern voice heâd use with everyone else. He tried so hard to make sure you were always aware of your surroundings. He tried so damn hard to make sure you didnât get any sort of special treatment from him. He tried and tried and tried so hard but the best he could do was soften his tone whenever heâd address you. The best he could do was make sure you were always in his line of sight and within reach in case he had to cover you. The very best he could do was to make sure you were his number one priority in that team.
It wasnât always like that. He remembers when you were first assigned to Search Bloc. He didnât think much of you. For him, it was another person to deal with which meant more weight on his shoulders that would slow him down. That all changed when you knocked him off his feetâŚ. quite literally.Â
It had been during a stakeout gone wrong. Carrillo and PeĂąa were informed about an exchange that was taking place in an abandoned farm-house outside of MedellĂn. As the two of them were heading towards their shared vehicle, you were leaning on yours having a cigarette. Javier called you out, and you looked up to see him waving at you. You quickly put your cigarette out and jogged towards them. Carrillo would eventually have to thank Javier for this, as he was the one who invited you to join them. You agreed, and got in the backseat of the car.Â
As the three of you drove with minimal conversation, you kept shifting in your seat. Carrillo noticed after a while, the way you couldnât seem to sit still, the way you kept readjusting the seat belt strap that went across your torso.Â
âEverything alright, agent?â he asked, starting to get bothered by your actions. Looking at you through the rearview mirror.
You gave him a quick smile before you replied, âyeah.. All good.â
He raised an eyebrow at you and kept driving, falling into conversation with Javier.
Carrillo noticed the change in demeanor when you reached your destination. You werenât fidgeting anymore. Instead, he found you to be overly-observant. As he placed the car in park, he saw the way you looked out the window, one hand on your gun and the other on the handle of the door. Alert.
As the three of you exited the vehicle, he was about to make a comment on your behavior, but it all changed when the bullets started to rain on the three of you.Â
His eyes immediately searched for PeĂąa as he was quick to find cover from the gunfire. The shooting was coming from above. The street was clear of civilians, except for the three of you and the shooters. It was four men, positioned on different balconies from the houses on the street. He could only see two in front of him, and he quickly took one down with his pistol. The man fell from the balcony, colliding with the hard concrete beneath him.Â
Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His breath was coming in a quick and shallow rhythm. Carrillo took cover behind a car, ducking from the bullets that were dancing around him. He paid close attention to the sound of the gunfire, trying his best to count how many rounds were left in the other manâs weapon. It wasnât long before he heard the shooting from that direction stop, the man more than likely meeting the same fate as his partner. The smell of gunpowder clung to the air, silence was quick to take over the atmosphere.
He scouted the area around him, slowly rising to his feet with his gun drawn and ready. At the lack of sight of you and PeĂąa, Carrillo started to panic. He was quick to inspect his surroundings, looking for either of you. He had counted four men before, and two of them got taken down. Sure he could take on the other two by himself, but the problem was that he didnât know where they had gone. They could ambush him at any minute.
As he came close to an old house down the street, he was about to call out for PeĂąa when he felt an overpowering force plow against him. He was knocked out of his breath, his back making contact with the uneven pavement below him. He felt a few rocks dig into his back, his head grazing the ground. It all happened so quickly he didnât have time to register the weight on top of him, shielding him from the bullets.Â
Just as he was about to strike his attacker, he was stopped at the sight of you. Definitely not the person he expected.Â
You were out of breath, panting above him. Your hair untamed, framing your face in a way that made you look much younger. Carrillo never took the time to really look at you until now. You were beautiful. A part of him that he didnât even know was there started to awaken. Was it the rush of adrenaline? Was the loneliness catching up to him? Was it the way you saved his life? Whatever it was, those thoughts vanished as he saw you jump back to your feet, running to the sound of gunfire. He didnât even know you had pushed him into an alleyway, hiding him away from the danger.
As he got out of the trance he was in, he got back up and followed you. Only to find out you and PeĂąa had taken care of the other men that were still on the loose.
It still amused him, knowing that in an instant moment his whole world changed because of you. Never in a million years did he think heâd end up sharing a home with you. Where you two would create your own sanctuary and your own world together, a world so perfect that heâd feel giddy to get out of work and home to you. He couldnât need anything else as long as he was in your shared space.
The excitement to come back to you at the end of the day was always there. But sometimes heâd get so wrapped up in his own mind. The exhaustion of work following him and finding a home in his bones, aching and wearing him down as the minutes ticked by. And there was no one to blame for such a feeling. It came with the profession. The formidable belief that you were changing the world, even if it cost giving up your own sanity.
 He was so thankful you understood. And you were thankful he did as well. The mutual understanding was something neither of you had in previous relationships, at least not to this level. Sure, previous partners of yours knew of your profession and what you did, but they never really knew the extent of it until they had witnessed it first-hand. And it wasnât a problem until youâd withdraw from your own existence. You would lose interest in the smallest of things, sometimes to the point where food wasnât even an option for you. Finding solace in the cigarettes and cheap coffee youâd consume on your way to the office or with your own colleagues. You pitted the opposing party in these situations. Your self-awareness sometimes failing you to see that you would neglect your partners from being so involved with your job. Only realizing once theyâve been long gone, leaving you confused and a tad disappointed with your behavior.Â
Making you wonder if you were even meant to be loved.
But that was until you met Horacio.Â
With him, things were unlike any other. He understood. He got it. He knew the game plan and he knew how to play it. Both of you wouldnât even have to speak a word to understand it had been one of those days. You learned how to read each other based on the most simple microexpressions. Sometimes it was the way heâd breathe. He would hold his breath at times, almost as if he were restraining himself from unleashing the anger he suppressed. Anger at the world, anger at the people who would do their part to make the world a shitty place. Anger at Pablo Escobar.Â
Horacio couldnât even begin to understand a man like Escobar. Why build your empire above the souls of Colombia? Why paint the walls with the blood of those whose lives you felt entitled to take? Who was he to choose who got to live and who got to die?Â
The thoughts faded as he walked inside the only place that managed to bring him tranquility. With a deep breath, he allowed himself to engulf the feeling of calmness. The warmth of your shared home embraced his very soul, settling in his bones and scaring away the ache and weariness that usually resided there. He couldnât hold back the smile that formed on his face as he walked deeper inside, looking for you.Â
He heard you before he could see you. A string of quiet curses that left your mouth, along with things hitting the floor. The faint melody that flowed from the radio got louder as he approached the bathroom. Finding you haunched over the edge of the bathtub, you're back facing the door. As much as he wanted to surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist, he couldnât bring himself to scare you like that. Fear was an ever present feeling in your field of work and he was not about to let it follow you home. Instead he just learned against the frame of the door, delightfully observing you.Â
You were setting candles around the edge of the tub, trying to somehow make it look⌠romantic. Inviting? Relaxing? You werenât even sure what you were going for. All you wanted was to do something nice for Horacio, you knew how hard of a time he was having lately. He wasnât the only one, sure, but as the Colonel and head of Search Bloc, he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. You wanted to relieve some of that pressure he carried, at least for this moment.Â
You checked your watch, lifting a fist in a celebratory manner as you managed to finish before Horacio arrived home. Or so you thought. You had completely forgotten to retrieve the matchsticks to light the candles. Challenging yourself to go downstairs and get the matchstick box in under ten seconds, you turned and tried to make a run for it when you collided with a goddamn human brick wall. Oof.
You instantly felt arms wrap around you, trapping you in place. A smile immediately appeared on your face as you looked at the man who embraced you. Horacio planted kisses all over your face, making the most exaggerated kissing sounds as he did so. You giggled before you gently shoved him away, suddenly realizing he was home and your surprise was ruined.
âWhy are you here? You werenât supposed to be home for another twenty minutes!â you couldnât help but whine, you really wanted to surprise him with this.
Horacio smirked, walking towards you with his hands on his hips, âI can always go back to the office and crash there. Would you prefer that, mi amor?â
You walked backwards, rolling your eyes before they settled on his gaze. The back of your knees softly touching the side of the tub, coming to a stop. You mimicked his posture, hands on your hips and a playful look in your eyes. âYouâre more than welcome to do so. You probably wouldnât even last five minutes before complaining aboutââ
He caged you in between his body and the tub, towering over you and wrapping his arms around you once again. His fingers making contact with the parts of your body that were the most ticklish. Wanting to make you regret your words.
You laughed as he tickled you, trying to squirm and get out of his grasp before it could continue. You jerked back to try to avoid his hands from touching you, but he had grabbed you by the waist and you forgot where you were and you lost your balance and the next thing you knew, you were falling backwards into the full tub and on your attempt to grab onto something, you ended up grasping his biceps and pulling him down with you.Â
Horacio was a man of deliberate decisions. Itâs one of the characteristics that got him to the position he held. When you came into his life, he threw all sense of premeditation out the window and knew he would follow you till the end of the world at a momentâs notice. The risk he took was calculated, but man, was he bad at math.Â
He tried to act quick and move so he wouldnât fall completely on top of you and crush you, but that didnât work out. You started laughing once again as his weight held you down, the look of oh shit we fucked up evident on his face and you couldnât even look at him because you werenât sure what was funnier, that look or the fact that both of you had fallen into the tub, his drenched military uniform clinging onto every part of his body. The usually military green turned even darker as the water made contact with it.
He stopped caring about what happened when he heard your laugh, and he couldnât help himself from joining you. The both of you now looking at each other and finding humor in the fact that both of you were completely wet. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in even further, not caring about the situation anymore.Â
He looked down at you and let his laughter subside, the feeling of adoration taking over. He was completely enamored with you and couldnât even tell you because he was sure there was not a word on the planet that could convey the feelings he had for you. Horacio placed a hand on your cheek, leaning in slowly and taking in all of your features.Â
You pulled away just barely enough to miss his lips, a smirk settling on your face as you told him, âyouâre definitely sleeping at the office from now on.âÂ
Whatever quick comeback he tried to come up with disappeared when he felt your lips press against his.
Februaryâs fic of the month is overdue, but it should be posted today/tomorrow depending on where you are hehe. In honor of it being the love month, I tried to make it a lighthearted and cutesy read. Iâll let yâall be the judge of that <3
Summary: who would've thought his ex-wife would ask God to send Horacio an angel? To fill the space she couldn't fill, and to do what Horacio wouldn't even do for himself.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Divorce. Horacio being head over heels for reader. Fluff. Love. All that fun stuff.
Author's Note: quick little something I wrote before bed because I rly miss my favorite soldier and because I needed a break from school. Might make sense, might not. I did state that one of my new years resolutions was to write at least one piece of writing for each month so I am doing this before the month ends. Mistakes and errors are all my own, I didn't have time to check it. Let me know what you think :3
Composed. Collected. Calm. Thatâs what made Horacio an excellent soldier and an even better Colonel. Ever since his training days at the academy, he was an exemplary student. A promising star who was meant to be a leader.Â
And a leader he became.
Heâd set the tempo, and everyone else would follow the rhythm of his steps. His family talked wonders of the honorable man he became, to anyone who would listen. It was no surprise that the women were fawning over him, and much to his familyâs constant pestering of finding the perfect wife, he found Juliana.Â
Together, they found a mutual and tranquil love. Maybe the kind that develops over time, but certainly not one to last forever.Â
If Horacio were to match Juliana to an animal, heâd say she was a doe. Skittish, gentle, docile. She was a good wife to him and always fulfilled her duties. Sheâd have three meals a day ready for the family. Sheâd stay home and focus on the children. Sheâd be devoted to her husband forever.Â
Just as tradition states.
Horacio was to fulfill his duties as a husband too. Heâd go to work, dedicate most of his time to it not only because he wanted the best for his country, but he wanted a safe place for his children to grow. Heâd come back home and sometimes have dinner with his family. Heâd be devoted to his wife forever.
Just as tradition states.
Tradition didnât talk about divorce. Tradition didnât talk about intruders and third parties shaking the very core of an honorable manâs beliefs.
Tradition never changes.
Tradition was broken when Julianna eventually got tired of Horacioâs lifestyle. It was broken when fear crept into their home, and found a host to latch on to. Fear was deeply rooted in Juliannaâs heart from one minute to the next; fearing that every day that passed would be their last with Escobar on the run.
She went against her duties and beliefs and did what she saw fit. Bags packed, a new home far from Medellin, and divorce papers were her top three priorities for a few weeks. Eventually, she did the first two, but she couldnât bring herself to give the papers to Horacio herself. She prayed, day and night, for guidance on what she should do but at the end of the day, her and her childrenâs safety were her number one priority. Horacio would be able to fend for himself.Â
That never stopped her from reciting a quick prayer for him every night before bed. As she found herself far away from Medellin and Horacio, sheâd pray for the safety of her ex-husband. After all, she still had a fondness for him and he was the father of her children. She shared many years and a home with him, it was someone she couldnât just forget about overnight.Â
She prayed to God to send Archangel Michael and his soldiers to watch over and protect Horacio from harm. Whether it may be from self-harm or others, she prayed for his safety. Send him your fiercest angel, the most courageous and brave one to keep him from harmâs way.
Horacio never knew this, for if he had he wouldâve thanked Juliana for her wishes and prayers. Because if it wouldnât have been for her, he wouldnât have found you.Â
You came into his life like a goddamn lightning bolt. Heâd feel you in the air, the startling feeling jolting him as soon as youâd walk into the room. Unapologetically yourself and nothing else. Youâd make a friend of anyone that crossed your path, but heâd also seen the rage within you. If there was someone heâd fear, it would be you.Â
You were quick on your feet, and somehow quicker with your gun. He wasnât sure why the DEA didnât make you a sniper, but you were awfully good at your job. And yet, you were unapologetically gentle. You wouldnât think twice about taking a bullet for him, and it made him laugh at times. A woman of your stature stepping in front of him, to protect him from harmâs way. A woman who was breaking tradition day by day and night by night. You werenât quite like anything heâs ever seen before, and he loved that about you.
He loved how, despite igniting fear into even his soldiersâ minds and hearts, you wouldnât budge. He could yell and scream and bark orders at you and youâd remain with the most serene energy heâs ever seen. Your eyes fixed on him, the storm brewing within you. Horacio wasnât scared of many things, but he was scared of you.
How is it that you, someone so tender yet menacing, could have that balance within? He was scared of the way you would keep your innocence despite the amount of deaths and blood youâve seen this city shed at the hands of Pablo Escobar. The way a smile would come so easy to you. The way a laugh was so easy to coax out of you. He was absolutely enamored by your very being.
Something he had never truly quite felt.
The time came when he lost everything he ever thought he was. Horacio started to lose his composure. Heâd start to notice the way his heart would threaten to jump out at the sight of you. The way his pulse would quicken by just being by your side. The way his mind would seem to forget about every word to ever exist when you were speaking to him.
He started to notice how clumsy he would unwillingly become. How heâd stumble over his words when you were in the room. How his hands would betray him and drop the items they were carrying, because it would somehow elicit a giggle out of you. How heâd blush whenever you focused on him, as if he was the only person in the world that mattered.
Tradition was never supposed to change, right?
Yet you continued to prove that you didnât care what tradition said. You approached Horacio first. You asked him out first. You kissed him first. You werenât worried about what anyone else would think. You didnât even care about what Horacio would think.Â
Itâs not like he never wanted to start anything, he was just too busy being consumed by your presence. You had a light within you that was blinding, but all Horacio wanted to do was look at you even if that meant heâd lose his senses for the rest of his life.Â
It was only when you became a couple that he realized you were the protector. No matter how much he tried, you were always one step ahead of him. Ready to attack at the slightest moment anyone got too close to him. Ready to give your life up for him.Â
Ready to fill his life with the most pure and sincere love heâd ever felt.Â
It was as if God himself picked you to be placed on his path.Â
Just wanted to stop by and say hi, some of you might see this and some might not. I have something waiting to be completed but I started with my semester already and Iâm trying to catch up so I can have a few moments to write something thatâs not fucking research! Anyways, thank you for still sticking with me. Mwah for all of you<3 I promise to be back this month.
Yâall know how it goes, honey bears. Leave a prompt and a character (in the tags (any Maurice Compte character or Pedro Pascal character are welcome)), and Iâll write a quick little drabble, one shot, or might even have a mini series inspired by a prompt.
Iâm going on a spontaneous road trip from TX->CA and I have some time to kill. I promise I have a Carrillo story lined up but Iâve been so busy thirsting over Joel Miller. Iâm trying to finish the game before the show comes out but damn, daddy pixels got gameđ
fuck it we ball starting tonite!!!!! Been way too busy thirsting over daddy pixels, Joel Miller. But to be fair Iâm trying to finish the game before the show comes out. đ¤đź
Do you ever just come up with a fic idea and you're like 'Oh wow this is evil. This is so angsty and emotionally devastating why would anyone do this.' but it's you doing it
I definitely think those type of situations work for Carrillo -- they'd be really cute actually. I love the idea of him making dinner and it burning LOL
Well hello, Christmas anony!
The situation I had in mind was something entirely different from dinner, something a bit more... idk sensual I guess but in the end turns out wrong. Im still working on that so it will definitely be a treat for later đ
BUT WHILE WE'RE HERE... why don't we use this moment to dive into some hcs? *rubs hands eagerly*
So, it's Christmas Eve and you both had been given the day off, fortunately.
it starts off just as he would've wanted, getting to sleep in for the first time in for fucking ever.
(didn't even get to "sleep in" he was just pleased he didn't have to listen to his damn alarm)
this man is used to waking up at the crack of dawn ever since he was in the military and you know what they say, old habits die hard.
not that he didn't wake up at the crack of dawn this time, but you insisted he stay a little longer in bed because.. "it's Christmas Eve, Horacio. what the fuck else are you gonna do today other than take it easy?"
he decided to listen to you since he knows how you get when sleep gets interrupted for you, so he decided to lay back down.
at this you decided to completely wrap yourself around him to prevent this very very stubborn man to not get up
im talking like tangled legs, half of your body on top of his, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hands buried in his hair, absolutely no fucking way of getting out of this one.
he'd keep dozing in and out of sleep, absolutely enamored by you and all he kept thinking while he was in and out of consciousness was just how happy you made him the short time the two of you have been together
eventually when you did get up, and both got ready for the day, you decided to start cooking to have a nice lil dinner with him to celebrate.
Christmas Day was going to be spent with his family, so as of now the both of you didn't have to worry about that. It was the best idea because that way the kids (his nieces and nephews and his own kids) wouldn't attempt their own extraction mission to open their presents on the 24th.
he convinced you to relax and let him take care of the cooking, which you were a bit like ??? because you've never seen this man cook in the time you've been with him.
not saying he doesn't know how, but lets be honest, he's a man of tradition and he's kinda used to letting the women handle it.
HE DOESN'T FORCE IT THOUGH
but he felt it was the least he could do today for you to just let you know how much he loved and appreciated you being in his life
but oh boy, if that's how he shows his love then... đ
it was early in the afternoon when he convinced you to go out and do some last minute shopping
you were like ok... there's nothing else to shop for--
"come on, mi vida. we're out of milk"
there was literally milk in the fridge but you were like ok and went out to see what you could find
you did some window shopping since you literally had every.damn.thing. at home already
when the hell were you supposed to go back???? he never mentioned a time or?? anything???
whatever, you decided to head back home after like an hour
when you got home you noticed he had his windows open?????
you literally almost knocked down the door because your keys kept falling out of your hands
when you managed to get it open and you rushed inside you almost fucking asphyxiated on the smell and the smoke inside
"Horacio? What the hell happened?" you kept shouting and trying to look for him
when you turned around to go look upstairs you collided with a goddamn mountain
he held you still so you wouldn't fall back and he looked almost terrified
"you're back?"
"Well what else was I supposed to do? What the fuck happened?"
it was almost cute how SCARED he look
the man was absolutely mortified that you'd found him and his own house in this state
he kept stumbling over his words and stammering as he was trying to explain to you how he almost burned down the house because he didn't know how long he was supposed to leave the food in the oven for????
"are you serious?" was all you could ask him. You honestly didn't even have it in you to question him
the look on his face was GOLDEN. if anyone at the office were to see him like this... ohhh boy they'd never let this go
the fearsome Colonel Horacio Carrillo... standing in front of you trying to explain himself and looking like he was about to burst into tears
all you could do was try to hold back your laughter... and just hug him
"let's clean up and find something else to make"
he just nodded and sighed, now he kept trying to apologize to you for what happened
"Horacio, it's fine. Just please, don't ever go near the kitchen again," was all you told him and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose
a smile adorning your face and he nearly forgot what happened at the sight of you smiling at him
Please Iâm trying to rewatch narcos just for the sole purpose of seeing him AGAIN. Mind you I just finished it like maybe 2 weeks ago at max đ need to download his scenes.
BUT⌠just you wait 𼺠I have something lined up and Iâm almost done with it hehe
Summary: based off prompt #12 of this list , which is Christmas/mistletoe prompts. "Now who the fuck placed this thing here?!" "Me. I did. I placed it here."
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Smoking. Mentions of blood/injury. Javi being >:( . Intruding thoughts. Javier goes through the different stages of hate. Fluff. Grammatical errors more than likely maybe.
Author's Note: I wish I never knew who Pedro Pascal was because that way he wouldn't occupy my brain 24/7 without paying rent. I love this man so much it physically hurts. I hope you guys enjoy <3 Please excuse my grammatical errors. I didn't check this before posting it because... I didn't feel like it. Requested by the lovely @mysoulisasunflower đŤśđź
Hate is a strong word. Javier is a man of ardent feelings, despite the usual cold and distant facade he puts on for everybody. So while he knows that hate is a strong emotion, he also doesnât know why feels that way towards you.
Maybe itâs the way everything comes so easy to you. The way that everyone around you seems to be infatuated by your mere presence, ready to be at your disposal. Maybe itâs the way youâre just so easy to love.Â
Unlike him.
Javier knows heâs got charisma. Hell, he knows he's good looking too. But heâs convinced himself heâs a hard man to love. He carries plenty of emotional baggage, and who would ever want to deal with that? He prefers something short. An âin the moment, get it over and done withâ sort of thing.Â
Unlike you.
You seem to take your time with anything you do. You donât care if the embassy is breathing down your neck, threatening to ship you back home for not giving them what theyâre asking for right away. You donât care if getting intel from an informant takes hours, days, weeks. You have the patience of the world, so youâre unfazed with the pressure people throw at you.Â
Thatâs just because you know youâre good at your job. You donât care about the embassyâs threats against you because you know at the end of the day your work leaves them plenty satisfied. You donât care if your informant takes hours, days, or weeks to feel comfortable enough to share any type of information with you. Thatâs because you know whatever you get out of them is going to be golden.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât hate you. But he strongly dislikes you. Not because youâve ever disrespected him in any way, shape, or form. Not even when anyone from the office seems to talk or joke about the many âconfidential informantsâ he has.
He dislikes you because of your kindness. Because despite the job, despite the ongoing war going around you, you manage to have a kind heart. You manage to sit down with the locals, make them laugh. You sit down with those that donât have much, and you share your food with them. You manage to bring him food, because you know the man will convince himself he can survive off nicotine and alcohol only.Â
You manage to ask him if heâs okay at least once a day. Because you know this man is dealing with his own demons and he just brushes it off with a âjust tiredâ shrug. You go out of your way to make sure he knows if he needs anything, he could count on you. You were his neighbor, for fucks sake. Well, technically his neighbor. You lived on the other side of the building, but he knew that.Â
Javier dislikes you because of how fucking gentle you are. At least with him. The way you approach him slowly, talk to him in a soft voice that heâs only heard you use around him. He feels stupid sometimes, like youâre approaching a scared animal. But he could use the gentleness. One time, after a stakeout went wrong, he had a bad gash on the side of his head. Everyone else had gotten medical attention on sight, but he refused to get it. Instead he went off to the side and nursed a cigarette while he thought of the day. And there you fucking went, approaching him with slow and cautious steps. When he found himself snapping his head up to look at you, you just slowly raised your hands and said âitâs just me.â
Itâs not like he gets squeamish with wounds and things, but he feels a bit uneasy at the sight of blood. Despite his profession. So when you convinced the EMTs on the scene to let you borrow a few materials, you cleaned his wound. You took your time with it, like you seem to do with everything else. You were soft, the feeling of your hands on his face set his skin afire with every touch you gave him. The burning and stinging sensation from the alcohol and hydrogen peroxide wasnât what was driving him crazy, no, it was your tender touch. He couldnât stand it. He kept waiting for you to hurt him. Even if it didnât come from your own hand, he was waiting for the pain. A little bit more alcohol, a little more hydrogen peroxide, the needle for the stitches he needed to penetrate his skin. Anything. But that never came. Because despite the fact that yes, you did start to stitch his wound, he barely even felt it.Â
At one point during this whole ordeal you mentioned how you were going to be an EMT before you pursued the DEA. He replied to you with silence before you kept talking. You also mentioned to him how the DEA probably only brought you down here because you were such a pain in their ass back in the states. Always demanding and begging them to give you a chance to prove yourself. Because your fellow male officers from back in America always seemed to get every chance they asked for, but you always had to work three times as hard to get recognized. So they shipped you to Colombia and crossed you off their list. One less problem for them to worry about.
Okay, maybe Javier didnât dislike you. He tolerated you. Not because you genuinely care for him. Not because you go out of your way to make sure heâs okay. Not because you make sure heâs getting nourishment outside of the nicotine and alcohol he consumes.Â
He tolerates you because youâre always smiling. Despite the ongoing war around you, you always found the time to make others smile too. Not a dull smile, nor a forced one. You make people around you feel safe. Safe enough for them to relax and truly smile. Youâve done it with Steve. Youâve done it with Trujillo. Fuck, you even got President Gaviria to laugh at one of your stupid jokes. Itâs not like the man was a grouch, but he always seemed to be preoccupied and worried about the state of the country. Always kept the conversation businesslike and professional. Until you cracked a joke, probably unintentional, but the man laughed.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just tolerate you. He partially liked you. Not because you brighten up any room you walk into. Not because you take time out of your already busy day to bring him christmas cookies. To be fair, you brought almost everyone some. But he was sure you only went up to him and whispered, âlook Javi, itâs you,â and took a gingerbread cookie out of the container you handed him. A cute, perfectly baked gingerbread cookie with frosting aviator sunglasses. Pink frosting making up the red shirt he wore regularly. Grey-ish frosting making up those tight jeans he wore casually. Black frosting making up his mustache, his hair sticking up in different directions, his eyebrows set in a thin straight line. But, to top it off, youâd adorned the cookie with a smiling gesture.Â
All Javier could do was give you a look that said really? A dramatic sigh leaving his lips.Â
You smiled at him, and placed the cookie back in the container before you left to go find Steve.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just partially like you. He actually, fully liked you. Not because you treated him like he was easy to love. Not because you made him feel like he was brought down here from heaven and actually made a difference in the world. Maybe it was because you made him feel like he could relax around you. He didnât have to be on edge when he was with you because he knew he was safe by your side. Maybe it was because you knocked on his door at fucking midnight, claiming that he needed to come to your apartment because there was a giant bug about to devour you whole and you needed him to kill it for you. Maybe it was because you almost broke character and laughed when he reached for his gun and ran to your apartment, turning in every direction trying to find said giant carnivorous bug.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just like you. He loved you, a little. Not because you pulled him to your doorway while he was trying to find the tiny intruder that broke into your house and apparently tried to consume you. Not because you looked up and he followed your sight and found mistletoe hanging from the wooden doorway that led to your room.Â
âNow who the fuck placed this thing here?!â he sighed. His brows furrowed and were about to turn into that broody look he always wore before he looked down at you for an explanation.
âMe. I did. I placed it here.â you told him, a shy look settling on your face.Â
âWhereâs the fucking bug?â he asked, getting a bit irritated that you dragged him out of bed this late after a long ass day.
âI killed it,â you stated, matter-of-factly before you softly placed your hands at the base of his neck, holding him still.
He only had a brief moment to register what was happening before you pulled him in for a kiss. It was probably the sweetest and slowest kiss heâs ever received in his life. All the women that had kissed him always seemed to be in a hurry. A hungry, feverish, rapid kiss that signaled they were there for one thing and one thing only.
Not you. You took your time with it. At first it was close mouthed and still. But then he opened his mouth up to you and you did too. Force of habit and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, ready to go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. But you didnât fall for that, you just gently nipped his bottom lip and pulled away. Gently planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and looking into his eyes.
âMerry Christmas, Javi,â you told him as your thumbs that rested on his jaw started to slowly stroke at the skin there.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just love you a little. He actually let his ardent feelings consume every part of him, despite the distant and rival facade he put up with you. So while he knows that love is a strong emotion, he also knows why feels that way towards you now.
He loves you because you take your time with him. You donât push or pressure. You give him all the space he needs, even if itâs all the space in the world. So you just wait. You wait for him to come to you because patience is your greatest virtue. And that seems to make you a lovable person. Because you take your time with him. You listen to him, you pay attention to whatever heâs saying no matter how silly it sounds. You remember the little details about him. You take your time getting to know him and youâre able to make him feel like heâs the center of your universe.Â
You take your time with him, despite the emotional baggage he carries, because you know he's letting go of it little by little. You wait for him to come to you because patience is your greatest virtue. And thatâs one of the best qualities about you. You take your time with him because you know he feels safe by your side. You know he knows that, despite your gentle side, youâd burn the world for him if he asked. Because, despite other people being at your disposal, youâre at his. And he's at yours. And thatâs one of the best qualities about both of you. That your love is all consuming and ardent, but youâll keep it contained for the safety of each other. For now.
Fuck me this was so perfect. Such a beautiful fic to read, you have his character down pat and you make him so raw and vulnerable underneath the shield he puts up. I am fucking melting.
it absolutely baffles me that people whose work I READ take the time to read MY work!?!?!? naurrrr im gonna burst into TEARS.
THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH! this mean's a lot to me. Specially for a character like Javi? I mean.. idk I personally think he's a hard one to write for but :') im glad I was able to do him some justice.
Summary: based off prompt #12 of this list , which is Christmas/mistletoe prompts. "Now who the fuck placed this thing here?!" "Me. I did. I placed it here."
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Smoking. Mentions of blood/injury. Javi being >:( . Intruding thoughts. Javier goes through the different stages of hate. Fluff. Grammatical errors more than likely maybe.
Author's Note: I wish I never knew who Pedro Pascal was because that way he wouldn't occupy my brain 24/7 without paying rent. I love this man so much it physically hurts. I hope you guys enjoy <3 Please excuse my grammatical errors. I didn't check this before posting it because... I didn't feel like it. Requested by the lovely @mysoulisasunflower đŤśđź
Hate is a strong word. Javier is a man of ardent feelings, despite the usual cold and distant facade he puts on for everybody. So while he knows that hate is a strong emotion, he also doesnât know why feels that way towards you.
Maybe itâs the way everything comes so easy to you. The way that everyone around you seems to be infatuated by your mere presence, ready to be at your disposal. Maybe itâs the way youâre just so easy to love.Â
Unlike him.
Javier knows heâs got charisma. Hell, he knows he's good looking too. But heâs convinced himself heâs a hard man to love. He carries plenty of emotional baggage, and who would ever want to deal with that? He prefers something short. An âin the moment, get it over and done withâ sort of thing.Â
Unlike you.
You seem to take your time with anything you do. You donât care if the embassy is breathing down your neck, threatening to ship you back home for not giving them what theyâre asking for right away. You donât care if getting intel from an informant takes hours, days, weeks. You have the patience of the world, so youâre unfazed with the pressure people throw at you.Â
Thatâs just because you know youâre good at your job. You donât care about the embassyâs threats against you because you know at the end of the day your work leaves them plenty satisfied. You donât care if your informant takes hours, days, or weeks to feel comfortable enough to share any type of information with you. Thatâs because you know whatever you get out of them is going to be golden.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât hate you. But he strongly dislikes you. Not because youâve ever disrespected him in any way, shape, or form. Not even when anyone from the office seems to talk or joke about the many âconfidential informantsâ he has.
He dislikes you because of your kindness. Because despite the job, despite the ongoing war going around you, you manage to have a kind heart. You manage to sit down with the locals, make them laugh. You sit down with those that donât have much, and you share your food with them. You manage to bring him food, because you know the man will convince himself he can survive off nicotine and alcohol only.Â
You manage to ask him if heâs okay at least once a day. Because you know this man is dealing with his own demons and he just brushes it off with a âjust tiredâ shrug. You go out of your way to make sure he knows if he needs anything, he could count on you. You were his neighbor, for fucks sake. Well, technically his neighbor. You lived on the other side of the building, but he knew that.Â
Javier dislikes you because of how fucking gentle you are. At least with him. The way you approach him slowly, talk to him in a soft voice that heâs only heard you use around him. He feels stupid sometimes, like youâre approaching a scared animal. But he could use the gentleness. One time, after a stakeout went wrong, he had a bad gash on the side of his head. Everyone else had gotten medical attention on sight, but he refused to get it. Instead he went off to the side and nursed a cigarette while he thought of the day. And there you fucking went, approaching him with slow and cautious steps. When he found himself snapping his head up to look at you, you just slowly raised your hands and said âitâs just me.â
Itâs not like he gets squeamish with wounds and things, but he feels a bit uneasy at the sight of blood. Despite his profession. So when you convinced the EMTs on the scene to let you borrow a few materials, you cleaned his wound. You took your time with it, like you seem to do with everything else. You were soft, the feeling of your hands on his face set his skin afire with every touch you gave him. The burning and stinging sensation from the alcohol and hydrogen peroxide wasnât what was driving him crazy, no, it was your tender touch. He couldnât stand it. He kept waiting for you to hurt him. Even if it didnât come from your own hand, he was waiting for the pain. A little bit more alcohol, a little more hydrogen peroxide, the needle for the stitches he needed to penetrate his skin. Anything. But that never came. Because despite the fact that yes, you did start to stitch his wound, he barely even felt it.Â
At one point during this whole ordeal you mentioned how you were going to be an EMT before you pursued the DEA. He replied to you with silence before you kept talking. You also mentioned to him how the DEA probably only brought you down here because you were such a pain in their ass back in the states. Always demanding and begging them to give you a chance to prove yourself. Because your fellow male officers from back in America always seemed to get every chance they asked for, but you always had to work three times as hard to get recognized. So they shipped you to Colombia and crossed you off their list. One less problem for them to worry about.
Okay, maybe Javier didnât dislike you. He tolerated you. Not because you genuinely care for him. Not because you go out of your way to make sure heâs okay. Not because you make sure heâs getting nourishment outside of the nicotine and alcohol he consumes.Â
He tolerates you because youâre always smiling. Despite the ongoing war around you, you always found the time to make others smile too. Not a dull smile, nor a forced one. You make people around you feel safe. Safe enough for them to relax and truly smile. Youâve done it with Steve. Youâve done it with Trujillo. Fuck, you even got President Gaviria to laugh at one of your stupid jokes. Itâs not like the man was a grouch, but he always seemed to be preoccupied and worried about the state of the country. Always kept the conversation businesslike and professional. Until you cracked a joke, probably unintentional, but the man laughed.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just tolerate you. He partially liked you. Not because you brighten up any room you walk into. Not because you take time out of your already busy day to bring him christmas cookies. To be fair, you brought almost everyone some. But he was sure you only went up to him and whispered, âlook Javi, itâs you,â and took a gingerbread cookie out of the container you handed him. A cute, perfectly baked gingerbread cookie with frosting aviator sunglasses. Pink frosting making up the red shirt he wore regularly. Grey-ish frosting making up those tight jeans he wore casually. Black frosting making up his mustache, his hair sticking up in different directions, his eyebrows set in a thin straight line. But, to top it off, youâd adorned the cookie with a smiling gesture.Â
All Javier could do was give you a look that said really? A dramatic sigh leaving his lips.Â
You smiled at him, and placed the cookie back in the container before you left to go find Steve.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just partially like you. He actually, fully liked you. Not because you treated him like he was easy to love. Not because you made him feel like he was brought down here from heaven and actually made a difference in the world. Maybe it was because you made him feel like he could relax around you. He didnât have to be on edge when he was with you because he knew he was safe by your side. Maybe it was because you knocked on his door at fucking midnight, claiming that he needed to come to your apartment because there was a giant bug about to devour you whole and you needed him to kill it for you. Maybe it was because you almost broke character and laughed when he reached for his gun and ran to your apartment, turning in every direction trying to find said giant carnivorous bug.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just like you. He loved you, a little. Not because you pulled him to your doorway while he was trying to find the tiny intruder that broke into your house and apparently tried to consume you. Not because you looked up and he followed your sight and found mistletoe hanging from the wooden doorway that led to your room.Â
âNow who the fuck placed this thing here?!â he sighed. His brows furrowed and were about to turn into that broody look he always wore before he looked down at you for an explanation.
âMe. I did. I placed it here.â you told him, a shy look settling on your face.Â
âWhereâs the fucking bug?â he asked, getting a bit irritated that you dragged him out of bed this late after a long ass day.
âI killed it,â you stated, matter-of-factly before you softly placed your hands at the base of his neck, holding him still.
He only had a brief moment to register what was happening before you pulled him in for a kiss. It was probably the sweetest and slowest kiss heâs ever received in his life. All the women that had kissed him always seemed to be in a hurry. A hungry, feverish, rapid kiss that signaled they were there for one thing and one thing only.
Not you. You took your time with it. At first it was close mouthed and still. But then he opened his mouth up to you and you did too. Force of habit and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, ready to go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. But you didnât fall for that, you just gently nipped his bottom lip and pulled away. Gently planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and looking into his eyes.
âMerry Christmas, Javi,â you told him as your thumbs that rested on his jaw started to slowly stroke at the skin there.Â
Okay, maybe Javier didnât just love you a little. He actually let his ardent feelings consume every part of him, despite the distant and rival facade he put up with you. So while he knows that love is a strong emotion, he also knows why feels that way towards you now.
He loves you because you take your time with him. You donât push or pressure. You give him all the space he needs, even if itâs all the space in the world. So you just wait. You wait for him to come to you because patience is your greatest virtue. And that seems to make you a lovable person. Because you take your time with him. You listen to him, you pay attention to whatever heâs saying no matter how silly it sounds. You remember the little details about him. You take your time getting to know him and youâre able to make him feel like heâs the center of your universe.Â
You take your time with him, despite the emotional baggage he carries, because you know he's letting go of it little by little. You wait for him to come to you because patience is your greatest virtue. And thatâs one of the best qualities about you. You take your time with him because you know he feels safe by your side. You know he knows that, despite your gentle side, youâd burn the world for him if he asked. Because, despite other people being at your disposal, youâre at his. And he's at yours. And thatâs one of the best qualities about both of you. That your love is all consuming and ardent, but youâll keep it contained for the safety of each other. For now.
