#oh javi

[jake-g-lockley]

so i like to do this thing where i scroll along the bar when watching any show on Netflix.

just to see what might happen and then draw conclusions from that

guess what i found when i was scrolling through the bar for narcos???

ISTFG AT FIRST GLANCE IT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE KISSING AND I LET OUT AN INHUMANE SCREECH

BAHAHAHAAH PLEASE

javive thats their ship name

Or murña

OMG MURÑA 😭

[dindjarindiaries]

4 & 8 with Javier 👀👀✨?

character: Javier Peña

prompts: 4. “Oh, you’re jealous!” and 8. “Sleep over? Please?” from this prompt list!

warnings: angst (leave it to me to turn “fluffy” prompts into angst), references to sexual activity, mentions of death, reference to guns

rating: R

masterlist

Javier is not having this bullshit today.

No, he’s already had a terrible day at work—if those CIA bastards try to threaten him for doing his job one more time—and now he has to come home to see you flirting with his mailman.

Great. Just fucking fantastic.

Javier feels as if he’s about to snap as he slams his car door shut, closing the gap between where you and the mailman are conversing. He picks up on the fact that it’s English, and though the mailman’s is quite broken, it’s still much better than the typical Colombian resident. As he approaches, he watches you tuck your hand behind your ear, that same coy flirtatious move that helped to draw Javier in the day he met you—but seeing it now sickens him. The man laughs at something you’ve said and Javier has to think twice about the fact his gun’s still tucked into the back of his pants.

“Problem with the mail?” Javier interrupts whatever conversation you’ve been having. He sees you raise an eyebrow at him, and the mailman looks slightly intimidated by his bold arrival. Good.

“Oh, uh, no sir,” the mailman speaks, his accent thick as he ducks his head.

“I just overheard him speaking in English and I was amazed,” you continue for him, looking at Javier with such innocence. It makes him frown further. “I was trying to figure out if he wanted to be tutored, so he can go out and teach more people—of course, if they want to learn.”

If life was a cartoon, the smoke would be absolutely flying out of Javier’s ears right now. Not only had you been flirting like that so outwardly with him, you had been planning to see him again. Multiple times. As if Javier doesn’t know what the fuck that means. “Huh. Well, babe, you’ve got enough on your plate as it is.” Javier tries to keep his cool for the moment as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, leaving a large kiss on your forehead. He turns to the mailman with a confident smile. “And you sound perfectly skilled in English. You should be proud.”

“Javi—,” you try to say.

“Are you hungry? I’m starving.” Javier continues cutting you off as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Why don’t we go inside and order some dinner?”

Javier can tell now that you’re starting to catch on to what he’s doing, and as he starts to lead the both of you inside, you barely manage to wave goodbye to the mailman who moves on to the next building. As soon as he lets you both into his apartment and closes the door behind him, you turn to him with an incredulous look. “What the hell was that, Javi?”

“That’s what I should be asking you,” Javier practically growls in response, his hands falling on his hips as he faces you.

“I was talking to a mailman, Javier,” you defend yourself, crossing your arms at him. “That’s what the hell I was doing. Now you.”

“No, you weren’t just talking,” Javier remarks with a curt chuckle, shaking his head at you. “You were flirting. I know it when I see it. You did the thing, with your hair.”

You clench your jaw and look to the ceiling for a moment, looking back to Javier with a raised brow. “And so what? What if I was doing a little bit of playful flirting?”

Javier scoffs, taking a few steps closer to you. “And so I’d assume that you think what we have is bullshit.”

You let out a laugh in a way that causes an uncomfortable shiver to go down Javier’s spine. You take a step towards him, looking into his eyes as if you can see right into his soul. He tries to blink anything he doesn’t want you to see away. “Oh, you’re jealous!”

"I think I have every right to be.”

“Really?” You snicker and shake your head at him. “C’mon, Javi. Think about what you’ve done.”

Javier’s only able to see red now as he points an accusing finger in your direction. “Don’t you dare throw that shit back in my face, just like you always do! That all wasn’t for shit and giggles! I fucking cared about the safety and well-being of every single one of those women—even the informants I never slept with! People need emotional connection and release, and you know that’s how I find mine.” Javier pauses to take a deep breath, raking a hand through his hair as he looks away from you. “These situations aren’t even comparable.”

“Okay, well what about flirting for information?” Javier’s gaze snaps back to you, seeing the defensiveness written all over your face. “What’s your excuse for that?”

“I used what I could to keep my informants safe—to keep them from dying.” Javier’s voice has become more tame now, somber in his reflections of what he’s truly known for. “Everybody in that embassy has made me out to be some sex-addicted freak, so that’s what I have to work with. Lucky me.”

Javier finally walks past you and heads to his couch, plopping down onto it as he rests an elbow on one of his knees. He presses the back of his thumb on his forehead, closing his eyes as he tries to forget all the deep cuts of himself that he’s just poured salt into. After a few moments, he hears your footsteps approaching him, and soon your soft hands are reaching for his wrists and you urge him to look at you. You’ve knelt down in front of him, your expression now full of sympathy and guilt. “I’m sorry, Javi.” Your voice is quiet and honest. “I know you care. I know. I just... I got too defensive. You’re right. It’s wrong of me to do that—we’re together.” Your hands slide down to his, your thumbs running over the backs of them. “You did what you had to so they’d stay safe.”

Javier releases a gentle sigh, looking into your eyes with softness yet severity. “I don’t do that with them anymore, babe. I don’t have to because I have you to emotionally connect with. I don’t feel the need to seek that out with others like I used to.”

You lift a hand to his face, gently brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I know.” The words are practically whispered as you lean forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. You pull away and keep moving your thumb to soothe him. “Would it be best if I went home for the night? I don’t want to upset you further.”

Javier lifts the hand that’s still connected with his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he kisses it softly. “Sleep over? Please?”

You nod instantly, giving him a soft smile. “Whatever you want, Javi.” You kiss him again and wrap your arms around him, letting him bury his face in your shoulder as you run your hand over his back. “I’m here for you.”

Javier smiles slightly against the fabric of your blouse. “I know.”

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[brittababbles]

Day 1 of med/surg. I get there really early and am sitting in the back, headphones in place, watching Narcos on my phone waiting for class to start. My classmate comes up behind me and goes “oh what you watching”. Javi, naturally, is wearing nothing and being typically Javi in the scene she come in on. I turn around and see her making this face:

“I’m studying for Spanish,” I say matter of factly, turning back around.

I’m not taking Spanish.

[dindjarindiaries]

Mutual pining with Javier!

MUTUAL PINING WITH JAVIER

The last thing you both expected to happen when you started working together was to fall for each other. Alas, here you are, barely able to stand in the other’s presence without wanting to melt into a puddle—without knowing that the other person feels the same way.

As soon as you finish eyeing Javier’s look of the day, Javier does the same to you, never realizing your eyes had just been on him.

Javier will bring you your morning coffee just how you like it, and sometimes you’ll beat him to it and do the same thing for him. You always make each other’s coffee perfectly but somehow both never fail to mess up Steve’s every single time.

That’s because you’re so hyperfixated on each other. But you’ll assume it’s because you think that flirting is just the basis of your partnership.

During a briefing, Javier will catch your gaze and smirk at you. “Distracted?” he’ll tease, raising an amused eyebrow at you.

“Only by the buttons you seemed to miss on your shirt today, Agent Peña.”

Then, there’s the demand that you go everywhere together.

“Are they going? No? Then I’ll stay.”

“Peña’s going? Alright. Let me grab my stuff.”

“They’re going alone? Fuck no. Give me five minutes.

“Where’s Javi? What? I’m on my way.”

Steve can only take so much of this obvious flirting and inability to separate from each other before he absolutely explodes.

One day, his coffee’s still not made right, you and Javier have been mindlessly flirting for five minutes straight, and you refused to join Carrillo in an interrogation because he could only have one agent with him. Steve finally snaps.

“Will you two just kiss or fuck already?”

You and Javi look at him incredulously. “What?” you’ll ask at the same time.

“You obviously both like each other so please, humor me and go on a goddamn date or something because I would really like my coffee to be made correctly for once!”

That silences you and Javier for the rest of the work day but, as soon as it’s over, he catches you before you leave the office.

“About what Steve said...”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if that was weird—he’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah. Real crazy. Must be sleep-deprived or some shit.”

There’s a silence that ensues and is only broken when Javier dares to speak again.

“What if—what if we did go on a date, just to humor him?”

You try to hide a smile at him. “Are you asking me out, Agent Peña?”

Javier shrugs. “Depends.”

You furrow your brow. “On what?”

“On how you feel after this.” Javier then leans forward to place his lips over yours, filling you with such a strong feeling of affection and relief that you go weak in the knees and end up hanging onto the shoulders of his leather jacket for support. When he pulls away, you smile up at him.

“Yeah, sure, Peña—I guess I’ll go out with you. But only if you kiss me again.”

And Javier, of course, obliges.

[alexander-ikithon]

Just received this AMAZING Javi/Lex artwork from Checkpointsam on Bluesky!

[artemiseamoon]

Okay can we all round of applause for your INCREDIBLE new profile pic. Im obsessed with it !!!!

As far as who I’d ship you with, I feel like I ship my fav writers with characters they’ve written most probably. But i went back and forth on this between Javi and Calderoni, maybe because you’re so good at laying down the law when it comes to bullshit on this hellsite with like anons and bots and just general shadiness. And I feel like both these mfs would need a quality boundary-setting person to be with.

But the more I think about it ngl I could see shit working maybe a little better with our papi Commandante Dilfy Calderoni. Like I think he’d have to be with someone that who knows how to establish and reinforce boundaries, vocalize how they feeeeeeel about things just bc he seems like he’d have a tendency to be overbearing. Not in a possessive way but in that way of like not necessarily keeping in check with how you’re feeling and just deciding to proceed as he’d want to.

I could also see things working with Javi for that same reason although I feel like the urge to fix/save him might drive you nuts after a whilesksks so that’s why I’m leaning more Calderoni bc mans knows who he is, knows what he wants, does not need to be saved but may need to be reminded like, “aye cabrón, tú no eres el único aquí en esta relación” y’know.

Thank you 💜💜💜 I’m kinda obsessed with it. Okay this answer, look, I had to circle back to get my bearings bc you got me. I LOVE your thoughts and reasoning here. Also big hugs to you! Both those men def need someone who lays down boundaries. For sure 😂

Let’s start with Javi - I love that man. Adore. Obsessed. Desire carnally. But he’d also drive me nuts. Would I still try to make it work? Le sigh, I would. I would. I’ve dated a Javi type for half my (early) 20s and never again. Also I wasn’t as good with boundaries and all that then. Did I try to save and ground his ass too many times, yes I did. And it bit me in the ass at the end. I love hard so I go all in, for better or worse at times, esp in my 20s. Upper 30s is much chiller and wiser. 😂. S3 Javi tho - that could possibly work better. That has long term potential.

Oh, now, Calderoni. First, again you made me laugh like always. It’s so fun reading everything from you. Second, yes I totally agree. A man who knows what he wants is an absolute MUST for me, esp at this stage of life. He also must know who he is (my Javi like ex from 18-23 was not any of these things). I think me & Calderoni could def work. It didn’t with Slate but I’ll take him. She’s good anyway, she has sexy ass, also knows what he wants Joaquin 😂 so you know, happy ending for all. *

Anonymously (or not) send me the fictional character(s) you would ship me with. 💌 ask

* sorry, spoiler if you haven’t read after this is over 😁

[nomorefrostbite]

it’s all kicking off with javilton

I swear, Javier Muñoz has the fastest tweeting fingers of just about anyone! Love that guy, but I can’t even begin to keep up. He is quite literally non-stop.

[robertlewandwski]

CAN I HAVE A JAVI HUG