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A Picture is a Poem without Words
Chapter 19
It has finally arrived. It has been a crazy few months, and I have been chipping away at this chapter bit by bit during that time. Warnings: alludes to smut, and surprise, surprise: pregnancy. Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this (or any other story)!
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A few days had passed since the attack in Mexico, and Pacho had been in a foul mood. Diego and Blix had spent most of those days giving him space and trying not to upset him further.
One morning, Diego pulled Blix outside, away from all the guards and Pacho, who was pacing in his office talking to Miguel on the phone.
“Okay. Can we please talk about the elephant in the room here? When are you going to go see a doctor?” Miguel asked her.
“I keep waiting for a good time. It is a bit difficult to just leave when Pacho insists that I always have someone with me,” Blix quietly tried to explain, looking around.
“Waiting for a goo-? Honey, if you did that, you would be 5 months in by the time you would see a doctor. We are going today. Like. Right now,” Diego firmly stated, pulling her toward his car.
Blix blinked as she was essentially dragged to his car and shoved into the seat.
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Chapter 18
It is here finally. Boy… the writer’s block was real on this… Canon Typical violence is really the only true warning…
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Pacho woke up to the sun shining brightly onto his face, and a soft warm weight on his chest. When he looked down, his eyes blinking away the sleep and adjusting to the brightness, he saw Blix lying on his chest, positioned between his legs. Her head was resting just above where his heart thrummed in his chest, looking far more peaceful than he’s seen her in weeks.
Pacho smiled sweetly as he looked her over, one of his hands running up and down her back soothingly.
Diego stepped in, quietly informing him, “Gilberto called, says he wants you to meet him in an hour.”
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A Picture is a Poem Without Words
CHAPTER 1
A/N: this is my Pacho x OC story. It is also slightly a Javier/OC story, which was unintended but here we are. My intention with Pacho here is to depict him as bisexual. If I ever get anything wrong, or if I need to clarify something, please tell me. Don’t be an ass about it, just tell me what I can do to improve it. TW: Slight depiction of a panic attack, swearing, some violence but its Narcos?? It should be expected I feel?
‘Thots” I mean ‘Thoughts’
“Italics” is them speaking Spanish, I was not about to fumble my way through Google Translate and hope that it made sense. Except for the first paragraph- that’s just a sneak peek at the future.
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A sharp ringing in her ears, a heavy object pinning her leg down, screams, shouts. This is all that she was aware of as she came too. ‘What happened?’ An explosion. Too close. Her eyes opened and she tried to focus on her surroundings but couldn’t. Everything was blurred, out of focus. A voice was shouting her name and all she could think was, ‘How the hell did I get myself into this mess?….Oh that’s right. A man.’
Blix had moved to Cali, Colombia about 2 years ago, with her then boyfriend. However, once he decided to show his true colors when he cheated on her in their bedroom, she left him. The problem was, she was all alone in Cali. Anyone she considered to be family was in New York. So, what was an American girl to do? She had her own money already, but it can be difficult to transfer money between countries.
Blix began working at a local bar to earn money, she lived in a small but nice townhouse near the downtown area. She did her best to create a new life and make the best out of a shitty situation.
When she wasn’t working at the bar, she was at a local park, drawing. She would draw portraits/landscapes, or caricatures. If the day was nice, she would bring chalk and draw on the sidewalks whatever came to mind. If she didn’t have any requests made during her time out there, she would simply draw whoever was walking around, or would just enjoy the feeling of the sun on her skin, the wind blowing her hair every which way.
Life was quite enjoyable, until one day when she made the mistake of drawing a few guys who were fooling around in the park, and one of them became suspicious of her. A few weeks later, she would meet a man who was nothing but trouble.
It had been a normal day; Blix had done a few fun caricatures of some kids who were playing in the park. She was idly staring around looking for some sort of inspiration before she packed up for the day. She heard them long before she saw them. About 5 guys, who were hooting & hollering, passing a joint between themselves. They talked loudly in Spanish about their latest conquests.
She thought, ‘Why not?’ and began to doodle them acting goofy.
While she was concentrating on the paper, one of the guys noticed her as she worked and glanced over at them multiple times. The man watched her with suspicion and quietly whispered to one of the others, who then took notice of her as well.
Blix finished up the caricatures and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at what she drew. With a nod of her head at it, she began to pack up her things. As she walked away, she was unaware of the eyes that followed her as she made her way out of the park. She made her way home and changed clothes for work as soon as the supplies were put away.
The job itself was alright; it was fun meeting locals and getting local gossip. The pay was good, and the tips were better. Blix worked most nights, with the exception of Thursday and Friday (even though she often covered those nights anyway with how few staff there was). Her shift started at 6pm and ended usually at about 3am. It was currently about 5pm and the bar was only a 20-minute walk from her home.
As Blix got ready for work, across town, trouble was beginning to brew for her.
The five men from earlier that day, strutted into the mansion (or rather one of) of Gilberto Orejuela, and asked to speak with him promptly. Moments later they stood before him and explained their suspicions that a woman may have been gathering information on them at the park.
However, they were all hyped up and talked over one another to the point where, Miguel, Gilberto’s brother, spoke up, “Gentlemen, calm yourselves, and one of you tell us, what exactly you wish to tell us.”
“Don Miguel, there’s a woman who may have been gathering information on us at the park. We asked around and it seems no one really knows who she is other than she there at that park every day and works at a local bar, Caliente,” Marco informed looking directly at the brothers. “It is suspicious that an American woman, not only lives alone but also spends her time at 2 locations.”
“An American you say?” A third man questioned, as he took a drag of his cigarette.
“Yes, Don Pacho,” Marcos confirmed. “Shall we tail her to see who she gets into contact with?”
“Let us discuss this further, in private, and then we shall let you know,” Pacho ordered as he directed them to wait outside the office.
As they stepped outside, Gilberto’s daughter, Marta walked forward, wishing to speak with her father about wedding details. Pacho held one finger up and mouthed, “One moment,” before closing the doors again. Marta leaned against the wall next to the doors and could hear parts of the conversation through the wooden double doors.
She heard mentions of an American woman and a local bar, she furrowed her brow as she listened further. She schooled her expression when she heard someone walk toward the door again.
“Tail her, don’t let her onto you,” Pacho instructed the men waiting outside. “Miss Marta, your father is ready to talk to you.” As he swooped his arm back into the office, holding the door wide open for her.
“Hello father, do you have time to talk about some wedding details?” She asked as a plan formulated in her own mind.
Back with Blix, she began her shift at Caliente, taking over the bar for the owner, Jacque, who tended to work for at least the first hour of its opening. He asked her if she needed anything, and upon her denial, walked toward his office, where he would stay for most of the night.
The night began as it normally does, locals coming in for the first few hours and shooting the breeze. After about 11:30pm, it switched over to more of the younger crowd, and tourists. An hour into making a hundred fruity drinks and tequila shots, she sighed as a lull came in the number of drinks that were being requested.
Her boss stepped out of the office at that point and told her to take her break for the night, that he would take over. She nodded her head and rinsed off her hands, before walking around the counter.
She made her way outside and took a deep breath of relief as the cool air washed over her. She stood there for a moment, before heading across the street to a local vendor, who sold street tacos and burritos, and other portable foods for the drunks of the streets.
“Hello Mr. Martinez, how are you doing this evening?” Blix asked as she leaned against the counter of his food truck.
“Doing just fine little fox. How about you? And do you want your usual?” asked Henri Martinez, a man about in his 40s, with prominent laugh lines and a soft voice.
“I’m alright Henri. And yes, my usual please,” She responded pulling out cash to pay for it.
“Miss Bee! Hi!” came the enthusiastic voice of Henri son, Paulo. “Look what I have just for you!”
He lifted a box of soda, Pepsi to be exact, and said, “These are all for you and no one else, cause I remember you said you weren’t a big fan of Coca-Cola.”
Bix laughed at his enthusiasm and replied astonished, “I mentioned that like once, over a year ago? How did you remember that?”
“Because he has a crush on you,” Henri mumbled loudly, shaking his head.
Paulo glowered at his father as a blush creeped up on his face. Blix decided to save his embarrassment by stating, “Well, I thank you for getting these. I know it probably was a bit of a hassle to get.” She then leaned over and gave Paulo a small kiss on the cheek, in thanks.
His blush got deeper, and he handed one of the cans of Pepsi before he muttered a soft “You’re welcome,” before disappearing again.
“He’s been waiting all day to show you that. Now, he is forever in love with you, you know that?” Henri teased as he cooked.
Blix simply shrugged with a small smile. When she first began working at the bar, she often would simply get food and leave. One night, a couple of guys tried to harass her as she waited, and Henri scared them off with butcher knife. Seeing him and his family wound up becoming the highlight of her nights there and she always felt welcomed with them.
Soon she had her food, steak tacos, and her soda, so she quietly ate and talked with Henri about his day, and what’s currently going on with his family. It was as this went on that a woman, a little bit younger than Blix, walked up with two of her friends. They ordered food and stood nearby as they waited.
One of them looked at her curiously and politely asked, “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt. But may I ask where are you from? Your accent is unusual.”
“No, that’s fine. I get asked that a lot. I am from the United States. Georgia to be exact, the Southern accent is hard to get rid of. Hell, I even lived in New York for quite some time and that didn’t get rid of it. May I ask, do I sound silly when I speak, or am I just pronouncing things weirdly?” Blix asked back feeling self-conscious about her Spanish.
“No! I’m sorry! I just meant. With most Spanish dialects you can tell when a person is from a different country because of how they say certain words. I could just tell, you weren’t Colombian, so I was just trying to figure out where you were from,” She responded frantically trying to assure her that her Spanish wasn’t terrible.
She nodded her head, “Fair assumption. I’m Blix by the way, and you?” She introduced as she held out her hand to shake.
“I am Marta, these are my friends Felicity, and Isabelle,” She informed her, grasping her hand to firmly shake it.
Blix waved at the other two and they waved back. Blix looked at the time and realized her break was about to be over. “Well, I gotta get back to work. When ya’ll are done eating, come across the way and I’ll make ya some damn good drinks,” She offered, as she threw her trash away and started to cross the street.
She took control again over the bar and returned to serving drinks. Within 20 minutes she saw Marta and her friends come inside and they order shots, and cosmos. They took a seat at one of the tables near the small dance floor and continued to enjoy their night. Blix tuned out the rest of the evening, working simply on muscle memory, as she made her concoctions and received payments/tips.
It got down to the last hour of the night, and as most of the bar had cleared out, Marta and her friends moved to the bar and chatted with Blix as she began the process of cleaning the dishes.
“It’s almost closing time, if there are any last-minute drinks you want, you should probably order them now,” Blix recommended as a waitress brought over a tub of dirty glasses, and bottles that needed to be recycled.
Marta smiled and requested, “Another round of shots, that you should join us on, and surprise us with a favorite of yours.”
Blix smiled and said, “I’ll do a shot, but it won’t be tequila, we don’t agree with one another.”
She poured out 3 shots of tequila and a shot of bourbon. They toasted, tapped their glasses to the countertop and downed them in one go. She then began to make one of her favorites, called Shark Bite.
She explained what was in it as she made it and handed them each a glass, and as Marta reached into her purse to pay for the drinks and the shots, Blix stopped her by stating, “These were on the house.”
They all said thank you and finished their drinks with about 15 minutes to spare before closing. They said their goodbyes, made sure their tabs were closed and headed out. Blix finished the dishes, and helped the waitresses clean up the tables, as their boss closed the register. She had her tips separated from the waitresses and after pocketing them, waved goodbye to everyone, and headed home.
Marta came back practically every night for the next two weeks, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. She was fun to talk to and she loved to talk about her wedding plans- one she said wasn’t going to happen for another 2 years, because of timing. She adored her fiancée and spent much of her time either gushing about him or ranting about her family.
One night, just before she decided to head out for the night, she asked Blix, “Hey, do you have any plans this weekend?”
Blix shook her head before replying, “No I actually have the weekend off, because Jacque is training a new bartender to help me out. Why? What’s up?”
“I was just wondering if you would like to have brunch with me and my family? I need an outside opinion on wedding details,” she asked with smile.
“Sure. When and where?” Blix questioned as she made a Mai Tai for a customer.
“Just be ready about 10am, I’ll have a driver come get you?” She informed her before asking for her address.
Blix quickly scribbled it down onto a napkin and handed it to her with a wave as she began the next order that came in.
Saturday morning rolled around faster than Blix thought it would. She had dressed in simple green sundress that had thin straps and fell around her mid-thigh. She slipped on some black pumps and grabbed her purse when she heard a horn honk outside at around 9:57am.
As she made sure she had everything she needed she stepped outside with the door slightly open, just in case she needed to grab something really quick.
Once she had confirmed she had everything she needed, she closed the door and locked it, before stepping down toward the car.
A man with curly, reddish-brown hair, that was slightly receding stood there holding the car door open. She had an odd feeling about him, as though she knew him but could not quite place it. There was something alarming about his smile, Cheshire-like and toothy.
She shook it off thinking she was just being paranoid and stepped into the car. About 20 minutes later they were pulling into a gated home, that was large and imposing, with small gardens around.
When she stepped inside of the lavish home, it was to a very open living room where Marta sat, with four other men, laughing, and three women standing nearby. As Blix moved further in, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to quickly control herself as she walked over to Marta.
Sitting before her were the Gentlemen of Cali: Gilberto & Miguel Orejuela, Pacho Herrera, and Chepe Santacruz. She gave Marta a hug and Marta introduce her to the four men there, and her mother(s) (?). She smiled and shook hands with the brothers, Chepe gave the back of her hand a kiss and with a small, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear.”
Pacho also kissed her hand and murmured a greeting, but as he looked at her if felt like he was staring into her soul. Like he could see her every dark secret.
She nodded her head in greeting and they all took a seat. Food was brought out and Marta pulled out some wedding books and a notepad to write on. As they talked and quietly munched on small sandwiches, Blix could feel them watching her every move and tried not to panic.
Brunch passed by faster than she thought it would, and as Marta left to go get swatches of patterns, she was left alone with these four men, who looked like the cats that caught the canary.
Blix took a small breath, and asked plainly, “You gentlemen clearly know who I really am, may we just cut to chase?”
The man who had escorted her there, dropped a thick manilla folder onto coffee table, that had her name written on it. Gilberto leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and inquired, “So, Agent Blix Lage of the FBI. What exactly brings you to Cali? You have been here for two years, and yet, no one seems to know much about you? We do know that part of your backstory- the cheating boyfriend thing- is a lie. So. Explain to me why I should not be concerned about you?”
“Nothing that has to do with the cartels. I’m FBI not DEA. I don’t know what I’ve done to get onto your radar, but I assure you that unless you’ve stolen valuable art, I have no interest in you,” She admitted with a shrug, her attempt at playing it cool beginning to rattle as her hands shook.
“Our boys here, seem to be under the impression that you were gathering information on them at the park, about 2 weeks ago,” Gilberto continued, gesturing to a group of men by the door.
Blix looked over at them and did not recognize any of them and said as much, “I’m sorry but I really have no clue who they are. It is possible I drew them, but that’s it. I don’t often remember random faces I see in the park. Sorry.”
One of them stepped forward and started to shout at her, calling her a lying whore amongst other things. Pacho held a hand up, effectively stopping him in his tracks and signaled for him to step back. The man does so, muttering under his breath angrily as he did.
Pacho looked directly at her and before asking while lighting a cigarette, “Miss Lage, what exactly do you plan to do while in Cali?”
“None of your business Mr. Herrera, my case does not pertain you or anyone else in this room, nor does it pertain to Escobar, or any other cartel that comes around here. Not my jurisdiction. Simpler terms: Not my circus, not my monkeys. Now, unless you have a legitimate concern, I am going to leave now,” Blix firmly stated as she stood up, and began to make her way to the front door.
“Also, do inform your daughter Gilberto, that as much as I enjoyed her company these past few weeks, I think it would be best, she never shows her face around my workplace. And if you’re men ever have a problem with me, maybe I don’t know. Ask me a fucking question. Not assume the worst in a person,” She called over shoulder as she made her way out of the house.
The man from before stepped into her path, blocking her. She looked at him with a grimace and politely asked him to move out of her way. He shook his head and told her she wasn’t going anywhere. She asked again for him to move, and he shook his head again.
Blix sighed heavily and then with a vicious smile, threw a punch out and hit him directly in the throat. He choked and grasped at his throat, falling to his knees. With a swift kick of her right leg, she directed it at his face, and knocked him further down.
As he groaned on the floor, she looked at the others, and threatened, “Anyone else wanna play winner?”
When no one else moved toward she continued her path, purposely stepping on the man that laid before her, without a care.
As she stepped outside, she walked directly to the gate that the guards refused to open for her. She glared at them, then cracked her neck as she put a foot through the gap first and slowly maneuvered her body through it, with her head turned to face one direction. This was one of the few times she was grateful for being on the skinnier side and with a bit of wiggle and some hair getting caught briefly, she was out.
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Back inside, Pacho and Chepe were chuckling at what they just saw. Gilberto and Miguel looked unimpressed by their men, and their inability to stop one woman. Marta walked back into living room confused for a moment before sudden realization came onto her face.
“So, father, is she a threat?” She asked returning to her seat.
“No, I don’t think so. She may be good ally to have though. If we can convince her that we mean no harm, that is. Chepe I would ask you to take on this task, but we need you back in New York. Pacho. Do you feel comfortable with this?” Gilberto requested looking between the two men.
Pacho nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigarette. “Should be no problem, Gilberto. From the looks of it, she will be easy to sway,” He assured looking down at her file and as he lit his cigarette.
“Don’t be too sure of that Pacho. She may give you a run for your money,” Miguel warned taking a puff of his cigar.
As Chepe boasted about Pacho’s ability to woo any man or woman, Pacho contemplated Miguel’s words, and had a feeling that he may be correct.
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She stalked down the sidewalk going at least 2 blocks away before she called a taxi. The adrenaline was catching up and she was on the verge of panicking. She directed the cab driver to take her not to her house but to the airport. Her hands shook the entire time, as she paid the cabby for dropping her off 15 minutes later and as she purchased a ticket to Bogota.
She dug into her purse and flashed her FBI badge to security and was swiftly through security and on the last seat of the noon flight to Bogota. Her knee bounced the entire, and she gnawed on her lips as worried and panicked thoughts ran rampant in her head.
Two hours later, she landed in Bogota and swiftly made her way to the American Embassy, fury now built up within, replacing the fear. She made her way to the ambassador’s office; her secretary tried to stop her, but she did not care about niceties currently. She threw the doors open, and could see Javier Pena, Steve Murphy, and Horacio Carrillo, standing there speaking with the ambassador.
She pushed past them with no fuck’s given.
“Tell me something ambassador. Which one of the pricks of the CIA do I have to violently stab for leaking my dossier?” She asked her hands on her hip as she stood directly in front of her.
“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, Agent Lage?” the ambassador asked with little confusion.
“Bullshit. Then tell me, how exactly does the Cali Cartel know about me? Seeing as how I was just in the lovely home of one Gilberto Orejuela and they appeared to know that my entire backstory, that I have worked for over TWO YEARS TO MAINTAIN was fake,” She angrily explained her voice raising often. “So, tell me, what deal did the CIA get on their knees for to fucking stab me in the back?”
Horacio came up to her and tried to pull her back away from the desk, lowly trying to calm her down.
She shook him off, before continuing since the ambassador had yet to answer her, “Listen, I know that every other department thinks that me and my team being here is a joke. That we are the least respected because we are a part of the art division. But when your decisions put not only my life in jeopardy, and not just the lives of my team, but threatens to ruin the case I have been working on for the past 2 years, someone had better give me a damn good explanation.”
The ambassador sighed, before she replied, “It was nothing personal against you.”
“Nothing personal eh?” Blix said disgusted, shaking her head.
She turned and stormed back out of her office, slamming the doors shut behind her.
Javier sighed and with a turn to the door, stated “I’ll go after her. Stop her from murdering someone.”
Javier made his way into the offices where he caught the ending of a confrontation between Blix and Stechner of the CIA, who she had punched him in the face.
Javier ran forward and grabbed her around the waist to pull her away from Stechner before she could do any more damage. She struggled against his hold yelling at him, “JAVIER LET ME GO!”
“ENOUGH! DON’T CAUSE MORE TROUBLE” Javier yelled back as he dragged her away.
He then threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the elevators. She sagged in his hold, furiously muttering and breathing heavy.
Javier didn’t put her down until they were in the parking garage and by his truck. He opened the door and sat her in, hooking the seat belt around her, and the door shut firmly.
He got into the driver’s seat and took off. He drove down the road a ways, stopping at a local café. He told her to stay there, before he stepped out of the truck and walked into the café.
Her anger was fading, and her hand throbbed from hitting Stechner in the face. She tried to take some deep breaths, but it felt like she couldn’t get enough air in. Her eyes were watering, and every sound seemed muffled, and her ears ringing. She barely noticed Javier’s return to the truck, nor did she notice when he unbuckled her seat belt. But she did notice his arms as they wrapped around her and pulled her into his chest.
The tears were falling freely now, and she buried her face into his chest and shuddered. She could vaguely hear him shushing her and whisper words meant to soothe her. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but soon, she felt the tears slowing and the world coming back into focus.
Blix gently pushed away, with a sniffle, rubbing the tears hurriedly off her face. She mumbled an apology, to which Javier gave a small laugh, and replied, “For what? Having a panic attack after spending the morning with the Cali Cartel? I’m an asshole sweetheart but I’m not going to get pissed at you for being legitimately afraid.”
She gave him a small smile in reply, and finally noticed the smell of coffee filtering the cabin. She looked at the dash, and saw 3 to go cups of coffee, and one cup of iced tea.
“Is that for me?” She softly asked pointing at the tea.
He nodded his head, and verified, “And yes. It is a sweet tea. Just like you like it.”
“Sweet tea, or tea that had sugar dumped at the bottom of the cup?” She questioned as she reached for it.
“There’s a difference?” He asked seriously before a smile broke out on his face, as a look of horror appeared on hers.
“As a Texan, you should know better than that,” Blix jokingly admonished as she pulled the cup to her and took a small drink.
“I also got you this, if you’re interested,” He teased as held a small box that had a cinnamon roll perfectly set in it.
“You’re going to make me fat, Javi,” She said with a pout.
“Oh, so you don’t want this then?” He asked pulling the box away. “I guess I’ll just throw it away then.”
She quickly leapt forward and grabbed ahold of the box and shouted, “No!”
She took it from him and held it protectively to her. He chuckled, and then gently asked “You feelin’ a bit better then?”
She nodded looking down at her lap. “C’mon. Let’s get back to office. I’ll help you check chatter to see if word has spread about you,” He offered, starting the truck back up.
“You would do that? For me? You hate listening to chatter?” Blix asked, eyes wide as she stared at him in shock.
“We’ve hit a dead-end with the Medellin cartel, again. So, may as well help you,” Javier responded nonchalantly, with a half shrug.
His attempt to play it off backfired as Blix leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“You’re a good man Javier Pena, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise, not even yourself,” she affirmed as she sat back in her seat, and buckled up.
Javier had a small smile on his face before he cleared his throat and moved the coffees to the middle seat before taking off. They made their way back to the embassy and began the long process of listening to chatter to see whether or not her case had been compromised.
As the day drifted into evening hours, and the office slowly emptied, Blix sighed and stretched to shake off the aches that had built up in her neck and back. Javier pulled off the headphones he had on and rubbed a hand over his face.
They were the only ones left at the office by this point. Steve left hours ago to go have dinner with Connie, and Horacio had to get back to base to train some rookies.
“C’mon. We are not going to hear much else tonight. You can come stay at my place,” Javier offered knowing that Blix did not have a place in Bogota because of how often she was in Cali.
“You sure I won’t cramp your style? I wouldn’t want to disrupt your favorite nightly routine of ‘interrogating the local nightlife,’” She teased slightly as she stood up.
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t always spend the night in the arms of a strange woman. C’mon now. Where else are you going to go? A hotel, with no change of clothes?” He asked throwing on his jacket.
She shrugged in response and grabbed her bag, followed him out to his truck. His place wasn’t too far from the embassy, just a quick 15-minute drive.
As they stepped into his apartment, he offered to order take-out for the both of them. She hummed in agreement, and they wound up ordering some pizza, one that was called the Carnivore, for its 5 meat toppings. 30 minutes later they were stuffing their faces, as they watched some crime drama, and pointed out the things that were wrong.
Between the 2 of them they had devoured the whole pizza, and Blix kept trying to stifle her yawns. Javier shook his head with a chuckle and got up and walked into his bedroom. He came back out with an old t-shirt and some shorts.
“Here, go change. I’ll take the couch,” he said as he shoved the clothes into her arms.
She nodded and headed into the bathroom to change. Minutes later she stepped out and called over to Javier, “Ya know, we are both adults, we can both share the bed. S’not like it’d be the first time we’ve slept together after all.”
She heard him take a sharp intake of breath before he got up from the couch. She walked with him into his bedroom, and crawled in on one side, and laid down on her back with a pleasant sigh of relief.
“If we are going to share this bed, Imma need you to not make those kinds of noises,” Javier pleaded as he got in on the other side, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
She giggled and murmured a quiet apology.
As they both laid there, Blix began to feel a sense of dread as she thought about the next few days.
“Is it stupid… that I’m terrified to go home? Granted today appears to show that nothing is wrong, but I… They know where I live. But I can’t exactly move because that would raise suspicions. I’m at a loss at what to do, Javi,” Blix confessed in a hushed voice.
“We’ll check chatter again tomorrow, and if nothing seems amiss, we’ll go from there. But if what you said earlier to me was true, than they’ve known where you been for the past 2 weeks and have done nothing.” He turned on his side to look at her as he spoke.
“I don’t want to give you a false sense of hope, but the Cali are not dumb. They are not going to attack an American federal agent. If I could, I would go and be your bodyguard for however long you need me, but I wouldn’t want to give your neighbors a heart attack and let them think you have a boyfriend finally,” Javier calmly soothed her worries and made her chuckle with his teasing.
He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her; she settled into his arms and turned to face him. “Ya know, if you got over your commitment phobia you would make a very good husband to someone,” she complimented with a yawn, her eyes drifting shut.
He hummed in response and as she fell asleep, whispered to her, “Maybe one day I will for you,” before he too, fell asleep.
You Don't Like Being Picked Up || Stacee Jaxx [h.c]
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Stacee knew there was something different about you. There was some sort of paranoia connected to being picked up, because every time you thought he was going to lift you in the air, you kicked yourself away from him
At first, he was confused. He didn't know why, but he didn't ask you
And then it kept happening
How he really confirmed the suspicion was when a friend of yours rushed up and picked you up
He thought you were going to have a meltdown
And your friend forgot that you hated being picked up
Stacee had never run to you that fast before and took you into his arms
"Okay, what is going on with this?"
"I don't like being picked up!"
Your friend was genuinely sorry
"Seriously, Y/n. I forgot I'm sorry."
"I-it's okay,"
He didn't ask questions then but after the show that night, he had to
"Why don't you like being picked up?"
He was pouring you a drink, his green eyes glancing between you and the glass through his sunglasses
He passes it over to you and you thank him
"I was dropped one time, okay? I don't like heights of any kind. There you go, Stacee. I'm dating the world's biggest rockstar, but he's dating a pansy."
Stacee actually smiled
Then he laughed
"It's not funny..."
"No, I'm not laughing at that, baby,"
He walked over and sat beside you, pulling you into his lap
"You're not a pansy. Everyone has something they don't like."
After that night, Stacee wouldn't let anyone pick you, let alone act like they were going to pick you up
And while he wanted nothing more than to swing you around in his arms some nights after a show, he had to refrain
So, every night after a show, he would hold your face and kiss you dearly
He didn't want you to feel afraid
And when someone did try to pick you up, Stacee was there, enacting the role of a personal bodyguard almost
"Hey! Don't touch her. She doesn't want to be picked up,"
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE PICKED UP!"
That guy received a hard fist against his chest and was sent spiraling backward
"Stacee, you didn't have to do that."
"Yes, I did. You have to be protected."
He may act outlandish sometimes for the producers and interviewers, but when it comes to his girl? Oh, he's protecting her 100%
You always felt safe in Stacee's arms
He would never try to pick you up, even if it was playing around
If you fell asleep on the couch, and he wanted to get you to bed? He'd gently wake you up and help you to your feet
He'd always tuck you in afterward, but he wasn't going to pick you up. He knew the panic attack it would be if he did
You hadn't met a guy who was that respectful of you and your fear, but Stacee was a different breed
Rock 'n' roll didn't steal his chivalry... At least to you
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Eyes On Us || Stacee Jaxx 18+
summary: Prone to getting heated with you in a room full of people, it's not against Stacee Jaxx's conscience to rail you on the stage he'll perform on as it's being set up. With all eyes on you.
pairing: Stacee Jaxx x Female!Reader
warnings: smut, public sex
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“Stacee, not right here,” You laugh in your boyfriend’s ear as his arms wound around you. It’s not helping when his tongue flicks out to touch your earlobe, the feel of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin causing you to moan.
“Why not? You love getting all nice and wet for me in front of everyone,” Stacee growls in your ear, his green eyes looking out at the workers who were busily getting the stage prepared for tonight’s show.
Soft || Stacee Jaxx
summary: The media could paint Stacee Jaxx in any way that they wanted to, but one thing is for sure. He loves his girl.
pairing: Stacee Jaxx x Female!Reader
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What the tabloids failed to mention was how caring Stacee Jaxx was for you. He was described as nothing short of a monster. A massive sex symbol who would only chew those around him up, only to spit them out. He cared about his career and how many women he could bang in one night alone.
They said that he was reckless, he was full of disease, and that he was nowhere near a compatible mate. From the numerous Playboy Bunnies he landed to the vast amount of strippers and other erotic dancers, Stacee Jaxx was no woman’s man.
Until that woman was you.
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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader
You and your brother had a falling out years ago, leading to the two of you losing contact and each other. Since then, you’ve fallen in love, gotten married, and had kids. But when your husband is recalled to top gun, you’re forced to face your past… and decide if this gap between you is really worth the pain it causes many people.
Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen // Epilogue
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Chapter Five - Deleted Scene // Homecoming // A Comprehensive Romance 1 // A Comprehensive Romance 2 // Love Letters 1 // Love Letters 2 // A Comprehensive Romance 3 // Surprise, Soldier // Love Letters 3 // Love Letters 4 // The Perfect Present // Love Letters 5 // A Comprehensive Romance 4 // Mr. and Mrs. // Meet the Brady Bunch // TBA
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College Girl - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin (Pt. 2 of Kiddo)
Words: 1,452
Summary: Everyone meets the girl that Hangman calls Kiddo. (Aka part two of kiddo)
PART ONE
Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 1
Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?
Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.
Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader
Words: 1900
Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start
It has been a long time coming, you haven’t been on a real vacation since you graduated high school. You joined the Marines immediately, went into training and university. With you, it was always work, work, work. For you, it made sense since your brother was a Navy Seal and you both didn’t really have family. And you didn’t stay anywhere long enough to make super close friends to vacation with. But this trip, this was for you and only you.
You got your degrees in psychology, battle strategies, and world cultures, but your true love was literature. You made it this far living a pretty isolated life because of your brother and your books. You generally just loved to read, so after leaving the Marines, before you started to find your new pathway you said you were going to take this vacation around Europe stopping in different places described or lived in by some of your favorite authors. Jane Austen, Shakespeare, Sir Doyle, Thomas Malory, etc. And it’s been amazing seeing all these places that inspired your idols, imagining how your favorite fictional characters lived.
And here, alas you were in Scotland. Not necessarily because one of your favorite fictional characters lived here or your favorite author grew up near here, but because of your brother. He wanted you to explore where you both came from, he felt it would help understand life before you both lost your parents. Plus, he was a huge history buff – it was his hobby outside the Seals.
He told you all about the battles and culture amongst the decades before us. He told you about our Irish and Scottish ancestors. He’d tell you, you can’t have a name like Y/N O’Mulligain and not think of the Irish.
There was this nearby village you were passing through. An author named Diana Gabaldon wrote a romance novel based on this rock formation. Your old college roommate wrote a thesis paper about historically accurate romance novels and pop culture. You thought, what the hell, since your here minus well check it out.
It was strange at first, wondering through this supposed magical place. People clearly flocked here for Outlander’s popularity. You more enjoyed watching the people. You sat against a tree, pulled out a sandwich from your bag, and watched the middle age woman touch these rocks like they were the rock hard abs of a character from Outlander. It was quite amusing. You liked to think your mother would be doing the same thing if she were still alive.
“You must not be a fan, girly,” you look up to an older woman, clearly Scottish from her accent.
Shaking your head, standing up to shake her hand, “Is it that obvious,” you laugh, “I’m Y/N. Just a tourist, watching other tourist. That obvious hugh?”
“Mary, deary,” she grinned answering you with her name while look up at you. You were about five three, but this woman had to be four feet something tall because she was tiny, “Just by the way you’re gazing all around, a girl looking for her own adventure, not through someone else’s eyes or story, but of your own.”
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Pairing: Vet!Dean x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Basic uneducated vet talk, fake dating
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the boston brute series: pt. 10 (the haunted hollywood gala)
The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 10 - The Haunted Hollywood Gala
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Crude language. Chris is an asshole. A toxic ex-boyfriend is involved in this part. Reader being insecure about looks. SMUT (voyeurism, fingering, unprotected, kind of rough sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has a lot of fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!
W/C: 12.8k (LIKE DID I READ THAT CORRECTLY JESUS CHRIST)
A/N: GAH. THIS PART. So ready to see what you guys think of it!!!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤
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“He asked you to do what?!” Chris asked in a hushed but harsh tone.
You glanced around the hallway to make sure no one was around while you fumbled with the hotel lock. “Shh. Wait until we get inside.”
“Y/N. What does getting inside have to do with anything? Me going into your room is more incriminating than asking you a question in the hallway.” Chris deadpanned, looking down at you before his expression softened at your flustered demeanor. “Princess.” He wrapped his hands around yours, holding them for a second before sliding the keycard from your grip and swiping it into the reader. The light flashed green and Chris pushed the handle down to open the door, ushering you inside.
You turned to look at him. “Don’t be mad, please.”
After you finally got to the hotel, you cornered Chris and pulled him to your room to talk to him about the gala and auction that Pearson had approached you about. You didn’t think he would be mad, but you could also understand if he was.
His girlfriend was going to be in a dress and paraded around on a stage and someone else was going to pay money to take her out. Of course, he would be upset.
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Move your writing from Wattpad to Ao3 NOW
I don't know if this will reach anyone who writes on wattpad but if it does: wattpad legally owns everything you've put on their site. This "partnership" with paramount means that they could take the plot off your original story, make a movie out of it, and take all the profit themselves because you are not legally entitled to a share, as per the terms of service.
But, navigating a new website can be scary or unpleasant. So I figured - as someone who migrated from wattpad to ao3 myself a couple years ago - here are a few tips:
When you sign up, you need to have an 'invite', this will be sent to you by the site in three days max.
Unlike Wattpad that I remember had limited tags - both in number and in scope - ao3 tags are numerous and cover a lot of ground. You can tag for everything that is present in the fic or only for things you consider important. This is entirely up to you.
Tags are three categories, usually: archive warnings, relationship tags, additional tags. Additional tags is where you would put specifics of the work.
Fandom tags, also. Though they're not really called tags, just the fandom of the work. Original Work is a category, and you can freely use it.
Sometimes readers might ask you to tag with something specific - a potential trigger that you may have missed. You are not required to comply - you are mostly left to your own devices on ao3 - but most people do. It makes everything better for everyone involved.
Ao3 works don't really have 'covers' as Wattpad works do - the medium is completely text based. people find your works based on pairing and additional tags, and judge it based on title and summary. You can still make covers for your work, but you will have to put it inside the work and people will only see it if they've already clicked on it.
Relationship tags fall into two categories: Character/Character for a romantic relationship and Character & Character for a platonic relationship.
There are six archive warning categories; 1- No archive warnings apply 2- rape/non-consensual 3- major character death 4- underage 5-graphic depictions of violence 5- creator chose not to apply any archive warnings.
A little bit of an afterthought;
- major character death is mostly considered anyone from the main pairing(s), but if a side character makes enough appearances to be loved by the audience, you might want to choose this anyway.
- choosing not to apply archive warnings is an ambiguous situation. you might do this to not spoil anything in the work - not advised, that's not how people choose to read things on ao3. your readers will feel betrayed - or if you feel an archive warning is Too Much but whatever happens is a little too close to home with one of them - in this case, you're advised to explain further in additional tags.
The posting page is fairly simple, similar to wattpad in a lot of aspects. No 'header', though. Fully text-based in posting. But you can have pictures in the body of the work itself which is how meme fics came to be - fics entirely told through meme pictures.
oh, ao3 has two interesting functions that wattpad doesn't have at all:
First; you can post anonymously. you do this by making a "Collection", setting it to anonymous, and putting your published work in that collection. This is how Anonymus and gift fests are usually kept secret! Be mindful that the Anonymus state can be applied to any collection by the owner at any time, so don't let your work be added to random collections by people you do not trust.
Second; orphaning a work. If you thought a story that you wrote was fun and cool but childish, so you still want people to read it but without it being attributed to you - orphaning the work will put it in the archive's servers as 'writer-less'. Once you orphan a work you have no more control over it - you can't delete or edit it.
Per Line Commenting was one of the fun features of wattpad; ao3 does not have that. People who really like your stuff will write lengthy comments, put paragraphs at a time in quotation marks, and then tell you how they felt about it. This is neither better or worse, just different. speaking from experience, it's less funny, but more genuine and heartfelt.
NO ALGORITHM. you will discover so, so many hidden gems and your story will be found by so, so many people. No more of popular works getting all of the spotlight.
oh and no "Awards" either but from what I remember those always sucked so this isn't important. You get found by the tags or by word of mouth and other people's bookmarks and tags.
Oh, and you don't just 'favorite' fics, you can 'bookmark' them which means "I liked this!" And you can 'rec' them which means "I think you should read this!". Bookmarks and recs can be public or private.
How could I forget! NO ADS. ao3 is a non-profit, so nobody who works on it makes a single cent off the incredible amount of traffic the site gets. You will not see any ads in the interface of the site or in any of your stories.
And finally, the ao3's most important feature: the site isn't going to fucking steal your story!!! You completely and legally own the work you put on ao3, and if it does get stolen they would actually help you get it back.
It's 2 a.m and this is all I can think of. Don't let paramount steal your hard work on your writing, they're assholes who do not deserve more money than they have.
If you are reading this and have a question about any part of it, do feel free to ask me or anyone else who has their ao3 link in their bio, they'd know the ropes. You can also read the full archive faq for more in-depth explanations of everything here.
Take your work off wattpad before it's too late, y'all.
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The Boston Brute
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
A/N: This series will have smut, this is an 18+ blog. Minors, DNI.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.
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Part 1 - Mr. Evans (w/c = 7k)
Part 2 - Sweden Sounds Nice (w/c = 8k)
Part 3 - The First Game (1/24/2021)
- there will be additional parts, this is all that I have written out so far! -
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The Holiday Arrangement - Masterlist
Jensen x Reader ; AU
Summary: The holiday season is fast approaching. That means office parties with stupid exes, family get togethers, and of course, the ever so daunting question of “when are you going to settle down?” The only thing your best friend Jensen can think of is a little holiday arrangement for the two of you. A date here, and a fake girlfriend there. Nothing could go wrong… unless one of you is in love with the other.
Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Mental Health Struggles, Mentions of Cheating, FLUFF, Sexual Innuendos, Jealousy, Crappy Past Relationships, Self Hate, Self- Depreciation, Christmas Fluff, Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Smut. More to come with individual parts!
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Part One - Self-Care Night
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