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Joel survives. Ellie and Joel mend their relationship. And now Ellie raids Joel's closet on a weekly basis, stealing his nicest jackets and flannels. Whenever he notices a jacket or a flannel is missing, he immediately thinks "damn, Ellie". She does return the clothes tho - arguing that "I didn't steal it! I borrowed it. I'm giving it back now, see? That's how borrowing works".

Ellie steals Joel's flannel shirts only to impress girls in Jackson. This girl has an agenda and she surely knows what she's doing.

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Watching Javier be cocky and bossy all day at work, then then fucking him roughly in his bed, ass up face down, grabbing his hair and jaw as he grunts, trying to keep quiet.

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Obična ljubavna pesma pt 2

Javier Peña x omc!Matthew

Summary: Javi sees Matthew again and asks him out this time

Tags: a little of pining I think, Javi having more bad days, not proof read

Word count: 2k

Note: Not too proud of this. Couldn't drag this out anymore. I don't like it. I've been trying to make sense of this for the last month or two and I just can't be bothered anymore. Hope this explained Matthew bit more, but I think it'll be better in the next chapter which I can't wait to write (it'll be a small time skip and a new character).

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Javier was out in the bar with Carillo, both of them chatting and having a laugh over a drink, like they usually would. His small crush on the guy who fixed his bathroom and kitchen already forgotten as fast as it came. Or so he thought.

Matthew had just finished setting up the AC unit on the outside of the bar, and returned inside to try it out. He was working, so he didn't pay any attention to the other people in there, going to the AC and taking a remote to try it out.

He was wearing his usual pants for work, paired up with a simple, gray t-shirt, tool belt around his hips. He turned on the AC, trying different options to see if he set up everything perfectly.

Javier was in the middle of talking with Carillo, when he saw the familiar man walk past them to the corner of the bar, working again. He stopped middle sentence for a brief moment, and continued before Carillo would notice.

However he wasn't being that slick. The colonel noticed him drifting off for a moment and looking at something, more accurate someone. He turned around for a moment, to see where Javier was looking and he noticed the man working. He looked back at Javier, shaking his head and sighing, with a small smirk. He knew man well enough to know most of the people he was friends with, and something was telling him that this particular man wasn't his friend.

"And he is?" Carillo asks with an almost exhausted tone, but also slightly amused.

Javier looks at Carillo for a moment, then let out a small sigh as he sees he won't be able to get out of this one. "The guy who fixed my bathroom and kitchen, about a week ago." Javier replied, his eyes darting over to the man in question, seemingly doing something with the AC.

Carillo raises an eyebrow to that, turning to glance at the man, oblivious to the fact that he was the topic of their conversation. "Didn't know he was your type." He obviously knew about Javier's....tendencies to be a slut. Everyone knew.

"Me neither." He takes another sip of his drink, his eyes on the man again.

The colonel lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Did something happen between you two?"

Javier shakes his head. "No."

That makes Carillo more curious as he raised his eyebrows and leaned forward. "No?" He was almost surprised. "What he wasn't flirting back?"

"I wasn't flirting in the first place."

The colonel was basically stunned for a moment as he heard that. That sentence was basically impossible coming from Javier. Everyone knew man was flirting with everyone he found remotely attractive. "Sorry, what?"

Javier just rolls his eyes, looking back at Carillo. "He was there to work. I-"

"Since when has that stopped you?"

He lets out a small groan. "I wasn't expecting that. I had a shitty few days and I was tired. Steve recommended him, I didn't think he'd be....like that." He shakes his head, waving his hand. "Besides, I don't even know if he's single or into men at all."

The man just gave him a knowing look. "Well, great time to find out then." He says, pointing at the said man, who was seemingly packing his stuff. He takes out some money and puts it on the table. "Buy him a drink, talk to him, have fun." He smirks, getting up. "I'll see you soon, tell me about him."

Before Javier could even begin to say anything, he was out, leaving him alone at the table. He finished his drink and called the waitress over. He looked over at the man again, seeing him almost ready to leave.

The waitress walks over to him, and he orders two beers, sending one to the man across the room. He leans back and watches as the waitress brings the beer to the man, looking intently at his reaction.

Matthew had just packed his stuff, and was about to look for the owner to get his payment, when the waitress brought him over the beer. He was confused, especially when she told him it was sent by some man, but when he looked to where she pointed, he recognised him. He was now very surprised to see him there, but also to get a drink from him. He thanked the waitress and decided to walk over to the man.

He approached his table, stopping right before it, small, unsure smile on his face. "Hi."

"Hey." Javier replies, slightly bigger but equally unsure smile on his face.

"Um. Is it free?" He gestured to the seat opposite of him. When he got a positive answer he thanked and sat down, setting the beer on the table. "Thanks for the beer."

"Yeah, no problem. Thought you could use one."

Matthew smiles slightly, nodding. "I guess. But I don't usually drink on the job."

Javier hums. "It did seem like you were packing your stuff. Almost like you're finished, meaning not working." He smirks a little, which was in contrast to what Matthew had seen before, and he actually likes it on him.

He huffs a small chuckle. "Well, that is kinda true. Usually I have the other job right after, but I've given myself a day off today."

"Day off, but you still worked?"

"I'm good with the owner, so I made an exception." He sips his beer, and Javier does the same, looking at the man.

"Just like you made an exception for me, when you returned that evening to fix my kitchen."

"I guess. But that was something I could do quickly so it's not that big of a deal."

Javier let out a little unbelieving sound. "I think you're just kind."

"It's just not that big of a deal." Matthew dismisses it, taking another sip of his beer.

"If you say so." Javier does the same and they continue chatting for a bit longer. Matthew eventually had to leave, but not before Javier could find out the man is actually single, which shouldn't have brought him as much happiness as it did.

As if his week couldn't get any worse, his car broke down. And at the stakeout as well. The last week wasn't easy on him with all the shit happening at his work, and now his car broke down. He was starting to think someone was playing a joke on him.

However his partner Steve was there to rescue him, helping him get his car to the mechanic. He just has a guy for everything? Javier thinks to himself on their way there. As they walked into the mechanic's workshop, he looked around, it all looked just as any other, though he maybe low-key expected to see some posters of cars and naked women.

He heard Steve talking to someone, turning to see this mechanic he apparently knew, and his jaw almost dropped. "Matthew?"

Matthew then turns to Javier, releasing Steve's hand from handshake, and holding it out to Javier. "Javier. Hi."

Javier was definitely confused to see him there as he shook his hand. But before he could even say anything, Steve started talking and telling Matthew about the car, and Matthew turned to him, listening and trying to figure out what might be wrong.

Javier stood to the side as he watched the man focus on his work, thinking back to when he was working in his home. But this was different. He was in different outfit, dirty with oil, looking at his car. He was only able to confirm what Steve said about the car and add a little more explanation, otherwise he was just watching him in slight awe.

After a brief look and detailed explanation from both of the men, Matthew got a few possibilities of what might've happened.

"Well. I'll have to change the fluid, check if it's leaking anywhere, and check other parts for possible damage."

Both men look at him, taking in the mechanic's words. Steve's the one to talk first, looking at both of them. "Well, I need to get home, Connie needs me with the baby. Jav, you can take it from here." He excuses himself and goes, leaving them two alone.

They're both quiet for a moment, then Javier speaks first. "How long will it take you to do that?"

"Hmm.....Not too long I hope."

Javier nods, thinking. "Alright, let's do it."

"Alright then." Matthew gets to work, getting everything he needs ready and taking off the first wheel. Now that they were quiet, the radio playing in the background could be heard, filling in the silence between them.

Javier was watching the man work, knowing he can't help, but that thought was being pushed away the more he got lost watching him. After a bit he talks, not wanting to stay in silence anymore. "Since when are you a mechanic?"

The question pulls him out of his thoughts, and he chuckles slightly, not stopping his work. "Since always." He glances at him for a moment.

Javier raises and eyebrow, now leaning on some desk as he watches the man work. "So you're a mechanic, plumber and electrician? Is there anything I missed?"

Matthew chuckles again. "I'm just a mechanic. But I know enough about all those things so I can do them at side. Not a lot of work here as a mechanic to be honest. Gotta make a living somehow."

Javier hums. He haven't thought about that. Though he admired his abilities. "You do anything else then?" He talks after another small pause.

Matthew hums in confirmation. "I can paint, do some construction here and there. Install windows and doors, furniture and stuff. Nothing special."

Nothing special? Javier just looked at the man. "So you can build a whole house, but nothing special, yeah sure."

The way he said it and his expression made Matthew chuckle a little. "Well, it's just basic stuff. Not that hard."

Javier gave him a look. Sure, some of those weren't that hard, he was just too lazy to do them, but some of that definitely needed some knowledge. It definitely wasn't 'nothing special'. "How do you know all that stuff?"

Matthew shrugs his shoulders. "I just do. Learned from my dad growing up."

Javier hummed and thought back to his own dad growing up. He was never really interested in that manual labour stuff his father tried to teach him. He was always more interested in the city and his current job. "My father tried to teach me some of the stuff he knew. I just wasn't interested."

"Yeah, that's fine. Not everyone's interested in it." As he waits for liquid to drain, Matthew checks for other damage, kneeling down for better look and access. "Most people don't wanna bother with it and woud rather just pay someone to do the job for them. Which I completely understand, sometimes I wanna do that as well."

"Do you?" There was a curious line in his tone, as he leaned forward just slightly. To look at what was Matthew doing of course, nothing else.

"I call a friend usually."

As Matthew has to repeat the process with all the wheels, they get into more small talk, just random and casual stuff. Matthew definitely used this time to check him out a bit more. And he loved what he saw.

Javier on the other hand was fighting hard to stay focused on the conversation. Whenever the man looked away from him while he worked, he used it to just look at him. It was like torturing himself. He couldn't figure out what exactly about this man had him in a chokehold.

He had to ask him out, he just had. The more they talked, and flirted. The guy actually flirted back to his joyful surprise. He wasn't imagining it, right? He was down bad.

When was the last time he felt about someone this way? But he couldn't help himself, the man was actually hot. From his looks, his strong arms and back, soft tummy and big thighs, to his charming personality and humour. He had to at least try.

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Entre Los Lobos

Chapter One

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: unfortunately i do use google translate for the spanish translations so if anything is wrong i am deeply sorry

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Stepping off the plane and onto Colombian soil was strange. Yet somehow felt like coming home at the same time. 

Milena looked out the passenger seat window as she was driven to the US Embassy in Bogotá. There was a mixture of nice high-rise buildings and colorful small ones she could safely assume were still there from colonial times. From this perspective, it was hard to think the streets were infected with crime. But Milena was good at peering beneath the pretty curtains. 

As part of the transition of power in the US since President Bush took over, many government officials were changing. Milena happened to be one of the casualties. 

She was to be the new “boss” of the DEA in Colombia. 

Before her arrival, the only thing the agents had to worry about was the Ambassador’s approval. They'd gather information however they wanted and would present it, nearly no questions asked. That wasn't going to happen under her watch. She was to be in the know at all times. 

Milena thanked the driver once they arrived at the Embassy and made her way inside, up the steps, and into the maze-like hallways. She didn't need directions though this was the first time she'd been there, most government buildings had the same layout and she had been in plenty of them. 

The new Ambassador, Arthur Crosby, was waiting for her. “There you are Sánchez. Was wondering when you'd be in.” They shook hands. 

“My flight ran a bit late.” She offered a half-smile. 

“No trouble with customs, I hope.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed through a few doors to an office bullpen. 

Milena shook her head. “No, none at all. Got through quite easily, actually.” Crosby hummed in response. 

He was just trying to make conversation. Milena had been through something similar too many times to count. Something about politics and diplomacy, even for someone like Crosby who was more brash than someone at his position should be defaulted to the mind-numbing pleasantries at times. 

As they got deeper into the office, Crosby opened a conference room. Most seats were already filled with men. Milena was somewhat surprised to see a blond. Out of all the different people she saw on her way in, he was the one who screamed American the most. 

“So,” Crosby began, “These are your men in the DEA. I trust you'll do your job and get Escobar as quickly as possible.” He stared at her pointedly.

Just like that, he was gone. 

Leaving Milena standing in a room full of men she didn't know. Except for the fact that they were all DEA. And she was in charge of them. More or less. 

She moved to sit at the head of the table. Her bag sat on the side of her chair. Forearms rested on the table. She looked at all them, narrowing her eyes at the man sitting across the blond who stared a hole into her head. He was obviously unhappy with the arrangement. 

“My name is Milena Sánchez,” She said, tone firm yet not as quite defensive as Crosby. “I'm not going to bother introducing myself with all my accomplishments, et cetera, I have a feeling you wouldn't care about that anyway,” That earned her a few smiles and chuckles from the group. The brunet with the mustache didn't budge. “All you need to know is that I'm in charge. All the shit you do or want to do or even think of doing goes through me. You will be under more rules than you're used to but they're there for a reason. I wouldn't mind breaking a few if you do your job well.” 

She dismissed them but the brunet stayed behind. Milena could tell the man was going to be a pain in the ass already.

“Is there something you need, Agent…?”

“Peña. Javier Peña.” He said. He stood up the same time she did. “With all due respect, ma’am—”

“Call me Sánchez, Peña. And, please, never call me Milena unless you'd like your balls cut off.” She sealed her words with a smile. 

Javier’s jaw ticked. “Right, Sánchez.” He exhaled through his nose and his hand suddenly ached to hold a cigarette. “With all due respect, you have been in Colombia for all of two seconds and are treating us like fucking students fresh out of the academy. We don't need hand holding.” 

Milena expected this. She was younger than everyone who was in that room. Maybe ten years. Javier seemed to be on the older side. She would assume he was in his forties. And she'd be almost right. Later thirties. She was just entering hers. So of course they'd underestimate her. Think she was inexperienced. 

“Peña, this isn't the first war I've been a part of.” She said calmly. That seemed to irritate him more. “Obviously I can't begin to imagine what you've seen. But you don't know what I’ve seen either. Assumptions aren't good in this line of work so I hope you'll break that habit.” 

Ever since that day, Javier has been a nuisance. But Milena could not deny his results. Paired with Colonel Carrillo and Murphy, they were pretty good at getting information even if the methods were less than favorable. She wasn't in charge of the Colombian Police, though, so she didn't have a say in what Carrillo did. Nor did she want to know what they did lest she would have to answer to her own government. 

But, she did say she was going to watch over her people. When most of the Embassy’s resources were pulled to the Colombian Police HQ, Milena thought it warranted a visit of her own. 

She stepped out of her Bronco, boots digging into the grass. The sun was high in the sky and beating down on any exposed skin. She rolled up the sleeves to her button-up shirt and hummed as she was greeted by a policeman. Trujillo was the name on his uniform.

“Good morning, Ms. Sánchez.” He nodded at her. 

Milena nodded back. “No es necesario que hables inglés. A menos que estés intentando practicar conmigo.” She teased slightly. Then she adjusted the dark sunglasses on her nose. 

"You don't need to speak English. Unless you're trying to practice with me."

Trujillo blinked. The first crack of his stoic exterior. 

Most Americans that came down to Colombia, especially those who worked for the DEA, did not bother to learn Spanish. If they did, it was shaky at best. Only enough to know a few basic conversational sentences. 

Milena had known Spanish for most of her life. Her father didn't speak much English so she had to communicate with him somehow. So she learned. 

“Por supuesto.” Trujillo motioned for Milena to follow him. 

"Of course."

There's trainees all over the grounds, scaling different obstacles, shooting targets. She watched with interest, arms folded against her chest. Even shielded by her sunglasses, Trujillo can tell her eyes are sharp and possibly reminiscing. Watching the recruits with admiration and a hint of something else he can't quite place. 

“Holy shit, Sánchez is here.” Steve groaned under his breath as he looked out the window. 

“Fuck, really?” Javier stood next to him, staring at the woman. 

Ever since she took over operations, life had been infinitely harder for him. Couldn't make a move without her huffing down his neck. Couldn't even pay informats without getting her express approval. He had to pay prostitutes more and more of his own hard earned money rather than getting reimbursed at the end. Never mind the fact that he was going to brothels more and more. 

He didn't want to think about how pent up he was because of how frustrating Milena had been. Constantly. Or the fact that she was one of the only women who did not give into his charms. Even Noonan, as no-nonsense as she was, could be swayed with a perfectly placed compliment or a nicely timed smile. 

Milena was a hard-ass. Javier knew there was something underneath her cold exterior but she was adamant on not letting it show to the point he doubted it. 

It had him simultaneously wondering how she got that way and praying that she'd leave him alone and let him do his job. Definitely not because he liked staring at her. And definitely not because he knew he shouldn't be doing certain things and didn't want her to find out. 

Two gunshots rang out. Louder than he was expecting. When did the trainees stop? 

“Damn, she's a good shot.” Steve whistled.

Sure enough, Milena was holding a gun. Aimed directly at one of the targets. She handed the pistol back to Trujillo who stared at her. 

Javier looked from her to the target. It was a fresh one. Besides the new two holes on the chest and the head. Fuck, she was a good shot. Unlike some of the other diplomats he'd had the displeasure of knowing, Milena did seem experienced. 

Military maybe? But, then again, not many women wanted to sign up for something like that. Javier wasn't stupid. He knew what happened on certain bases where men had all the power and none of the consequences. It was similar to the cartels. They'd fuck other women, take advantage of them, all the while, they would go home to a loving wife who was either blissfully unaware or too painfully aware but unable to leave. 

Steve leaned against the wall. “You think Connie would let me have that?” 

It was an obvious joke. Steve was loyal to Connie and only Connie. But it has Javier’s jaw clenching. 

“As if you could handle her.” He tried to not sound jealous or too combative. He failed. 

“Well, obviously, she doesn't want you.” Steve chuckled. 

“Do you think she'd want a gringo? ‘Specially one as pale as you?” Javier raised an eyebrow. A challenge in his eyes. 

Steve shook his head. “We're all gringos down here.”

“Says the man who knows no Spanish.” 

“I'm getting better!” 

“Sí, y seré elegido presidente.” 

"Yes, and I'll be elected president."

“You said something about the president.”

“Mhm, something.” 

“Peña, Murphy!” There came the voice of the devil. Or maybe she was more like Persephone. “Don't you have something else to do?” 

Javier sauntered over to Milena. “Sorry, Ms. Sánchez, I couldn't imagine doing anything better with my life than listening to Escobar's men fuck with us over the tip line.” 

She simply stared at him, arms crossed over her chest. Nicely endowed chest if Javier had any say. She then looked at Steve, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna reign in your partner, Murphy? Or should I?” 

The threat was there. She could send Javier back to the states with a single call. Sure, he'd been ‘disciplined’ before but she didn't take any shit, even from good agents. But the threat was doing something else for him. 

Something that had him adjusting his weight on his feet. And ignoring the sudden heat he felt on his spine. 

“I got it, Sánchez.” Steve nodded, looking from Milena to Javier and back again. “Don't worry.” He smiled. A fake one that didn't reach his eyes. 

Milena hummed and then turned to leave. She had a meeting with Carrillo. 

Steve laughed once she was out of earshot. “Damn, you have got it bad.” He wrapped an arm around Javier's shoulder.

“Ay, vete a la mierda.” Javier brushed his arm off and went to their desks. “We do have shit to do.” 

"Oh, fuck off."

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Finally watched The uninvited and idk how to feel about it.

I think it's a nice story with a very good potential, but it was delivered very messily. Idk. The whole plot with the old woman is just confusing to me. Maybe I need to watch it again and pay better attention to it, cuz I was kinda tired and trying to keep up, but idk, it was confusing. I feel like I was supposed to see parallels with her and Rose, but I feel like she had much more in common with the young actress.

The movie actually made me sympathize with the main character for a change and I love her actually, and it made me hate all men in it. I wanted to scream as they were revealing what was happening.

I really liked the aesthetics and costumes.

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Acquaintances

Javier Peña x omc!Max

Summary: being desperate with the case, Javi calls his old associate for help, or, little fwb drabble with Javier

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: allusion to smut, violence, bit of hurt

Note: I truly don't know how this came to me, I was working on my other fic (I have so many wips, I'm gonna cry). But basically, I really like the idea of being fwbs with Javi. I can see him as an aro person, just craving connection (honestly same), but also I could see him as allo (hope it's called that). Anyway, this one is more on the aro side.

Being back in Colombia for an unspecified amount of time after so long of living away, definitely wasn't on his mind when he thought of vacation. But the universe obviously had other plans for him, no?

So, here he was, late at night, sitting on the balcony looking over the neighbourhood, only in his shorts and cigarette in his hand. On the small makeshift table next to him was a glass of liquor, and next to the table, his old friend, Javier Peña.

Javier was already on his second cigarette since they came out. He was half naked, in his usual tight jeans, something that hadn't changed as Max noticed. Even after their intense session, he still seemed kind of stressed out and tense.

Obviously, Javier had explained some of the situation before Max came here, but it was brief. He needed his help, similar like they've done before. Max listened with attention as Javier talked about the situation.

"So, why me?" Max questioned after a bit of silence when Javier finished talking.

"I don't have anyone else, Max. I can't trust anyone."

"No DEA, no cops, not anyone you know?"

Javier shakes his head. "No one. I wouldn't have pulled you all the way here if I had other options, believe me."

"Why? You didn't miss me?" Max teases slightly, but Javier just rolls his eyes, looking away. "How did you even find me?" He was honestly curious to know. It was some time since they last spoke even.

"It wasn't that hard." He puts out the cigarette, looking at him. "You didn't hide that good."

"Wasn't hiding." He puts out his own cigarette. "I have nothing to hide."

Javier gives him a look, but doesn't say anything. "So, you gonna do it? You're the only one I can trust, and I know how good you are."

Max looked at him for a moment as he thought, seeing those damn puppy eyes he always pulls on him, like he knows the effect it has on him. "Alright, fine." He sighs, not able to resist it, and Javier immediately smirks.

"Thank you."

"Yeah. How are you gonna pay me now?"

"Money." The answer makes Max raise an eyebrow in small surprise.

"Oh?" He smirks. "What, promotion got you a good raise? Last time you could barely get me papers."

Javier didn't really appreciate the slight tease in his tone. "I can get you the money. More than you make at that job of yours. Bartender, really?"

It was Max's turn to roll his eyes. "What's wrong with that?"

"You hate people." He deadpans.

"I don't hate them."

Javier huffs. "You always start the fight."

"Not always." He tries to defend himself. "I don't start them. People are just being assholes. Or idiots. Or both."

"Right." Javier shakes his head, but chuckles slightly nonetheless. Max only rolls his eyes in response, sipping his drink as he relaxed further in the chair, looking up at the night sky.

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It was late at night when Max knocked on Javier's door, looking around just in case. He yawned, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. After a few moments, Javier opened, quickly letting him in.

Max walked in, already knowing his way around, turning to look at Javier, taking in his outfit, noticing the lack of socks and messily put on shirt, with the couple of buttons messed up. He was probably sleeping.

"What are you doing here so late?"

"It's not that that late." He leans against one chair. "I got you some info."

"Is it good?"

Max shrugs his shoulders. "It could be."

Javier thinks about it for a second and nods, walking over to his kitchen, taking two glasses and bottle of whisky. Max takes that as an invitation and took a seat on his couch.

"Anyone saw you?" He questions as he brings the drink to the coffee table and pours it into glasses.

Max shakes his head. "No."

"Good." He sits down on the opposite end of the couch, turning slightly to look at him. Max then proceeded to tell him the whole story about the information and getting it, like he always did.

Their conversation eventually lead them into Javier's bedroom, like it did many times before, something they're both very familiar with.

They were pretty tired after it, Max only pulled on his boxers when he went to the bathroom after, then laid back on the bed. He couldn't bring himself to leave after that and Javier wasn't saying anything, so he decided he'll stay over for the night.

Javier was pretty much out, his back turned to Max, so he didn't wanna bother him. From the moment he called him he knew he wasn't doing the best, and their every interaction since only proved it more.

He slowly shifted towards him, pressing himself against his back and wrapping his arms around his midsection. He pressed a small kiss on his bare shoulder and rested his head against the back of his neck. He felt some tension from Javier, which was slowly gone and they stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Javier's shifting and rustling through his closet woke him up. He opened his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep out of them. He slowly turned on his back to have a better view of Javier as he got dressed.

"Not kicking me out yet?"

Javier stopped his movements for a moment, raising an eyebrow, then continuing to button up his shirt. "I need to go to work."

Max rolls his eyes, shaking his head, knowing damn well that Javier was avoiding answering his question. "Sure." He pulls the covers over himself a bit more, shifting in bed, planning to return to sleep. "I'll leave you the key under the doormat."

At the sound of sheets rustling he glances over his shoulder to see Max getting comfortable again, making him want to roll his eyes, but a small part of him also wanting to do the same and return to the warm embrace they shared over the night. "I know." He replies in his deep voice, fastening his belt and putting on his shoes.

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After couple more times of Javier avoiding the guys he made a deal with and sending Max for information instead, it caught their attention and gave them time to come up with a plan.

Javier gave Max the information they were given, which he then went to check out. He thought nothing more of it, doing his usual work as he did so far.

But what he didn't know is that he was walking into the trap, which he only noticed too late. He saw the guy following him, and he tried to lose him, but then the one more guy joined him. He started to run, trying to escape them, cutting corners, but before he could actually do much, even more men approached from different directions.

He saw that there was no running away from this, but he wasn't sure what they wanted exactly. He stopped in one valley, raising his hands in the air, looking around at all the men slowly surrounding him. "There must be a mistake here guys." He tries to negotiate, carefully looking at all of them. "I'm not sure what I could've possibly done to upset all of you."

Without getting any response, one man approached him from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around him and putting a wet cloth over his nose and mouth. He tried to squirm away, pushing at the man and pulling his hand away, but after the short fight, he had to breath in whatever was on that cloth, which slowly put him to sleep.

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Water splashing on his face woke him up, making him take a big breath. He was disoriented for a couple of moments, looking around. He found himself in some fancy house, with different men now, looking down at him for a moment, sick smirks on their face.

He felt himself on his knees, hair being pulled to keep him upright. He gained back his strength so he could keep himself in that position on his own. The biggest shock was seeing Javier in the room as well, and then everything started to fall in place slowly. And it was scaring the shit out of him.

Javier was visibly distraught, looking down at Max. He could see that they were thinking about the same thing. They were gonna kill him in front of Javier.

One of the men started talking, which made Javier look at him, Max doing the same. He started saying everything he figured out so far, how Javier was playing them and all, so he wasn't paying full attention to that.

The grip on his hair was still pretty rough, his hands tied behind his back. He was looking around as much as he could, trying to think of a way out, even though he knew that they were too outnumbered.

He heard Javier trying to calm the situation down, obvious concern in his voice even though he tried to hide it. He wondered if others heard it too, or it was just him.

The men weren't having any of that, and they cut Javier off almost immediately. They told him that it was over for them, and threatened to expose him. They were very clear that there is no other option than what they were saying.

It was all going suspiciously alright, because no one even payed attention to him and it was creeping him out even more. He felt a very weird feeling in his gut, anxiety like he never felt before. He started to think they were really gonna kill him.

"And as for him." The man then quickly shoots a bullet right next to Max's leg. Max's body jolts but the men surrounding him and restraining him, stop him from moving. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to calm down his heart and keep his breathing normal, but not with much success. "You shouldn't have brought him into this."

The man nods at the two restraining Max and they let go of him, just to immediately start beating him up. Max groaned and grunted, trying to shield himself in any way, but ultimately he couldn't do that much.

Javier immediately tensed at the gunshot and his words, fear for Max's life taking over. He wanted to tell them to stop, push them away, but he knew he couldn't do anything but watch. Guilt flood all over him, and a sick feeling started forming in his stomach.

He didn't know how long it was all happening, because every second felt like an hour for him. Seeing him getting beat up so much was something he never thought he'd see, and it was all because of him. Because he called him back here and pulled him into this hot mess.

Javier was so into his head he didn't even register when they stopped and let him go. He thought they were gonna kill him and he didn't know how to react when they let him live and told him to take him away.

He pulled him to his feet and helped him to his car. He took most of his weight on himself as they walked. He put Max into the passenger seat, closing the door after him and immediately driving to his home.

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Once there, Javier moved him into his living room, putting him down on the couch, still trying to process what just happened. He looked down at him, but not very focused on him.

By the time Javier brought him in his flat, the bleeding from his nose stopped, along with ringing in his ears. Max supposed his blood pressure was back to normal. His face hurt, he could barely move it, his hands bloody from wiping his face.

He couldn't quite open one eye, but he looked with other, tilting his head up towards Javier. "Could you bring me some towel or something to clean this and ice to stop the swelling?" His voice was quiet and hoarse, but it sounded pretty calm despite the situation.

It snapped Javier back from his thoughts, and he nodded while he went to get all Max asked for, though he was still pretty distant and in his head, moving his body on autopilot.

He returned to the living room with everything Max needed and put it in front of him. Max immediately took the cloth and dipped it in water to clean the dried blood off his face, and Javier only stood there, looking down at him.

When Max let out a small hiss, as he touched particularly sensitive spot on his face, Javier was completely snapped back into reality and sat down next to him, taking the cloth from his hand and tilting his head towards himself. He started cleaning him up himself, gently patting and wiping, trying not to hurt him even more.

Max was slightly surprised to see Javier take over, but he let him without a word. He was looking around while he did it, feeling a bit awkward, but he definitely noticed how Javier was avoiding the eye contact.

Neither of them talked while Javier cleaned him up, and Max noticed the tension on Javier's part. Javier inspected his face after he cleaned the blood, noticing few brusies. He takes the ice and puts it on the side of his face that was beaten up the most, wincing slightly when Max hisses at the cold touch.

Max held up the ice against his face and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. Javier watched him for a moment. "You're going back to US tomorrow." He stated, not even letting it up for a debate.

Max opened his eyes and looked back at him, hearing the determination in his voice. "Huh?"

"You're done here, I'm gonna drive you to the airport. I'm giving you your money and that's it."

"But what about you? What are you gonna do?"

Javier huffs. "Nothing. I'm done. It's only a matter of days before they send me to the US as well."

Max frowns. "But you're not done yet." He started, but Javier quickly cut him off.

"No, Max. I'm done here. You'll see. They're gonna send me back, probably fire me. Most likely."

Max just looked at him wordlessly as he processed that. "It's not fair."

Javier scoffs, shaking his head. "Grow up. Life's not fair."

"Well fuck that." He scoffs, the frustration in his voice was very evident, as he leaned back, exasperated. He couldn't stand being helpless in front of injustice.

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He had woken up next to Javier once again, though today was probably gonna be the last time. He looked over at him, seeing him sat up against the headboard, smoking a cigarette.

Max groaned quietly as he lifted himself up into a sitting position. He tried moving muscles in his face, trying to see what still hurt. Most of it.

The rest of the day up until the airport was kinda quiet, kinda tense between them. There wasn't much to say, they weren't exactly friends. They helped each other out, got something in return, completely transactional. The fact that they slept together occasionally as well, changed nothing. But if he really asked himself, he really wouldn't mind being his friend.

At the airport, while waiting for boarding to start, they sat down together, smoking. Like the whole day, that heavy silence followed them there as well.

"They're not gonna fire you, are they?" Max mutters, barely looking up to him.

Javier sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. I think they will." He sounded strangely calm about situation like that, like he already accepted it.

Max sighs and puts out his cigarette. "That's bullshit."

"Yeah. We've been over it, we don't have to again." Max rolls his eyes in dismissive kind of way, looking away and dropping the subject.

Javier takes the last long drag of his cigarette, glancing over their setting. It was all very familiar, and that creepy deja vu feeling spread through his gut. So familiar, but so very different at the same time.

He looked over at Max, seeing him leaning back in his chair with that grumpy look on his face, recognisable even under those bruises. "This is the second time we're sitting here." Max looked up at him, a flash of recognition visible in his eyes as he nods. "Almost the same circumstances as well."

Max hums. "You're not usually the sentimental type." He sighs quietly. "And, last time I wasn't beaten up. And you weren't on the verge of being fired."

"Apart from that, yeah."

Max studies Javier's face for a bit, thinking for a second. "Though, the last time we were here, I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Thought we were done with each other. And today....I feel it even more than last time." The way he said it, made that weird, wistful and bitter feeling inside him even stronger.

But before Javier could even say anything, the call for boarding the plane was heard on the speakers. Max sighed deeply and slowly pushed himself from the chair, and Javier followed after him. "I guess that's it..." He held out his hand for a shake, but Javier pulled him into a short hug. Max smiled slightly on his shoulder, patting his back. "Take care."

"You too."

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It was almost a week since he returned from Colombia. His life was back to normal, he returned to work, pretending like nothing happened over his 'vacation'. His friends and coworkers obviously asked him about his face, so he had to make up some story about a bar fight, something they wouldn't be surprised about.

It's Thursday night when he returned from his work and took a shower. He started sorting through the clean clothes and putting everything away before going to bed, but the ringing of his doorbell stopped him.

He was confused, not expecting any friends or visitors, but he walked to the door anyway. Looking through the peephole he frowned in surprise and confusion when he saw none other than Javier. He immediately opened the door, looking at him as if to confirm he's really there. "Javi?"

"Hey." He stood there, looking worse then at the airport that day, like his mask had fell off completely. Max stood aside to let him enter, not taking his eyes off of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked softly, still quite confused.

"I didn't know where else to go." He sounded more defeated than he ever heard him, looking quite nervous as well. "I have a hearing tomorrow."

That explained everything to Max and he instinctively just pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling his head into his shoulder. "You're gonna be good." He whispered, hoping to be reassuring.

Max had took him in that night, trying to comfort and reassure him as much as he could. They rehearsed some of his points to make sure he got to say everything coherently and make his point. He let him sleep there and drove him to the hearing tomorrow, waiting for him to finish. As he waited, uncertain of how this might end up, he found himself ready to be there for him, no matter the outcome.

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OMG this is sooo amazing.🤯🤯

I spend most every night beneath the light of a neon moon.

-Cigarettes After Sex

May I present: Javier Peña💜✨

after SOOO long I am finally back on my painting grind and OMIGOD?? I think a hiatus did me good because this only took me one day and- as you might have guessed -this ain’t the whole thing;) I’m obsessed with these colors, man😭

Like, reblog and the rest of that jazz to see the full piece!! Im hoping to have it done in a few days, and I absolutely can’t wait to show y’all!

Stay hydrated, and dream of soft summer nights in Medellín🌙

I love you all so much

@theywhowriteandknowthings @furious-rogue-stuff @for-a-longlongtime @beefrobeefcal @pedrit0-pascalit0 @pedroshotwifey @astrangebird

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Hello everyone!

I guess I should introduce myself. You can call me M, I'm 19, I'm ace and non-binary. I'm currently at college (it's not going good, but we'll see how that turns out). I'm trying to write as a hobby, and I'll be posting some of it here. And just to put it out there:

ACAB

Inbox is open for anything.

My fics

Javier Peña

Picture perfect - photographer omc Viktor

Obična ljubavna pesma - omc Matthew

Acquaintances - omc Max

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People need to get a grip. What the fuck do you think you're gonna get if you prove he's straight? He's not gonna fuck you. Grow up. Stop harassing people.

Well Pedro dropped a new poem that proves he likes women. You can stop writing the faggot shit now.

honey, you forgot to include this part in your original message:

well, shit, it's a good thing i'm not writing about pedro then, huh?

writing about fictional characters that don't exist eases a lot of that worry for me!

sure would be a shame if he didn't have any roles that were canonically queer...

it would also be a shame if pedro himself didn't talk about how various types of queer media didn't shape him/mean a lot to him...

oh, let's not forget the writer he talks more about than any other...

or idk, all the times he's been a vocal supporter to lgbtq folks

"but that doesn't prove he's gay" i hear you say.

obviously. because he doesn't want to talk about his private life. and we should leave it there and respect his wishes.

so, coming into the inbox of a queer member of the fandom and sticking your finger in their face is not the moment you thought it was. all it's going to do is make younger/closeted queer people feel unsafe and unwelcome.

maybe instead of trying to send me a "gotcha", take this time as some self reflection because caring this much about a grown man, a stranger no less's personal life is fucking clown behavior.

also, that poem he wrote doesn't prove shit. all it proves is that he's talented in a lot of ways. if that's the outcome you got out of it, then i'm concerned for your mental wellbeing.

pedro pascal is not going to fuck you.

leave me the fuck alone.

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Crazy how Bella Ramsey and Pedro Pascal are both such silly, sweet, adorable little gentlemen in real life and then you put them in TLOU and they're badass masc hearththrobs. I love this about them!

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I adore bella’s portrayal of ellie and I can’t believe thats an unpopular opinion on the internet. I know that its expected that people compare bella’s performance to ashley’s but what the game purists don’t understand is that bella isn’t trying to copy ashley. bella is making it their own and doing an amazing job. and I can’t believe that causes such an uproar lol. this is 2 interpretations of the same character! doesn’t make one worse than the other, especially when we haven’t seen ones entire character arc yet. saying “ellie is too happy in the show” or “doesn’t care about joel” is an insane take that I keep seeing, because people are too focused on comparing everything to the game that they don’t appreciate the nuance of bella’s performance. ellie being happy with dina for a fleeting moment is intentional. ellie IS going to crash and lets be real when she does these same people will probably complain that ellie is acting “too evil” after they whined about her not being brutal enough

So true, Anon!

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we all noticed the Sarah vs Ellie contrast all the way back in the show premiere, in the way they reacted to Joel killing someone in front of them. but oh my god they kept it going

Sarah opening a drawer, considering his pocket knife before taking the watch... Ellie opening a box of Joel's things, putting the watch to the side and picking up his revolver

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Obična ljubavna pesma

Javier Peña x omc!Matthew

Summary: after tiring day at work, Javi comes home to plumbing (or whatever) problems and Steve recommends him a guy

Tags: well nothing yet, Javi has a crush, too much staring

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: I just think Javier would be into hard working men, blue collar (if it's called that). Meet cute? Definitely more parts coming. There will be more about Matthew. Let's pretend like I know what I'm talking about.

Next chapter

Another exhausting day at work, where they didn't even do much. Bunch of meetings and loads of paperwork later, Javi was completely out and just wanted to go home.

He walked inside, taking off his shoes and leather jacket at the door, dropping his keys on the coffee table in front of his couch. He started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower before bed.

He prepared clean towel when he gets out, and boxers to sleep in. He stepped inside the shower, turning on the warm water and closing his eyes as it hits his skin, making him relax.

He didn't take too long inside, still feeling tired, but he did notice something unusual as he glanced down at his feet. The water lingered on the floor, barely going through the drain, if at all.

He finished the shower, stepping outside and watching it for a bit, hoping it's nothing major and it will go away. But the luck wasn't on his side that night. He sighed in exasperation, deciding to ignore it till tomorrow, turning to the sink to brush his teeth.

To no one's surprise, the same problem awaited there. Javier groaned in frustration, finishing up in the bathroom and dragging himself to bed, making a mental note to call Steve tomorrow.

Matthew came into the house at said time, somewhere around one-thirty in the afternoon. His former client, and one of his usuals, Steve Murphy, called him that morning, telling him about the situation at his friend's place.

Before coming there, he was with one of his friends, helping him with the roof on one house. Now he was here for plumbing. It was some time since he had a job of that sort, so it was nice change, though it wasn't his favourite type of work to do.

The client greeted him and introduced himself as he lead him into the house to the bathroom, showing him the problem. Matthew was carrying his equipment in the toolbox in his left hand, his clothes already dirty and dusty from previous job.

He listened to the man explain his problem and he already had few ideas about it in his mind. It probably wasn't nothing major, but he guessed the man either didn't know how to do it, or just didn't want to get his hands dirty. Probably both. He didn't judge, he wouldn't have a job otherwise.

He got down on the floor, doing his business as usual, but he could feel the man's eyes on him. It would be an uncomfortable silince, but Matthew was used to it by now, and he didn't mind the eyes on him. Few times he sneaked a glance at the man, seeing him stand there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe, bit uncomfortable as he probably didn't know what to do or say.

"I think it's nothing major, probably just have to clean the drains." Matthew says after a bit, doing just that. The only response he got from the man was some hums and small mutters of agreement.

He didn't say much after that, he learned to work in silence anyway. When he was done, he tested everything to check if he did a good job, and once he was satisfied, he picked up his tools and got up.

"That's it, it's working properly now." Matthew looks at the man leaning against the door, now standing up properly. He noticed a certain look in his expression, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

"Great, thanks." The man sounded genuine, but Matthew could hear something else in his tone. There was more to it. "Uh...if it's not a problem, I just remembered something. I know I called you just for this, but if you could at least check it out?" His voice was a bit unsure, which he found odd coming from a guy looking like that.

Alright, fine. Maybe Matthew did check him out when he got there, but the man was just too handsome not to.

Matthew sighed softly, thinking over his day. He did have a next client right after this, but he could at least check it out as the man said. Right? "Yeah, sure. What is it?"

The man smiled in small relief, leading him now to his kitchen. He told him about the problem, opening the cabinet under the sink, revealing the bucket the water was dripping in. Matthew kneeled down, inspecting it for a bit and detecting a problem shortly.

He stood up, looking back at his client. "I can fix it, but I need to buy some parts first. But I have another job right now, probably until the evening."

The man nodded, leaning against the kitchen table with his arms crossed over his chest. Matthew couldn't lie, the man looked delicious like that. "Is it possible for you to do it after that job? If it won't take you too much time. Or if you want."

Matthew thinks about it, glancing back at the problem in question. It wouldn't take him a lot to fix it, it was an easy fix after all. He looks back at the man and nods. "I think I could. It shouldn't take me too much time. I'll buy the needed parts before I come then."

The man nods in return, a small smile of gratefulness on his face. "Thank you."

"No problem." Matthew picks up his stuff, ready to leave. "I'll see you tonight then." He reached out his hand for a handshake, wich the man returned. Just as firm as when he greeted him.

After releasing his hand, the man reched into his pocket, taking out the money to pay him, but Mateo stopped him. "No, no. You'll pay me tonight when I finish this." The man was gonna protest, but Matthew denied it anyway, leaving the house afterwards.

When the evening came and he finished his other job, he was exhausted. He was kinda regretting agreeing to come back to that man's place. After leaving his house earlier that day, he bought the needed parts so he wouldn't forget them later.

Once again, he found himself knocking at the man's door and being led inside. He noticed that the man saw his exhaustion, but neither of them mentioned it. He went straight to work, but he could see the slight apologetic look on man's face, probably for calling him again, or when he saw his hand wrapped up in bandage.

As expected, the repair didn't take him too long, even with injured hand. It was something he did a lot of times, even in his own home. This time he really couldn't even try for a small talk, just wanting to finish this and go home. He needed to learn to stop being a people pleaser.

Javier was once again, standing there awkwardly, looking at the man working. He could see that he was exhausted and it made him feel guilty for adding even more on it, especially seeing his hand. As he stood there watching him, he thought that he probably should pay attention to what he was doing in case he needed to do it again. But the only thing he could pay attention to was the man himself, the dirt on his clothes from the whole day of work, the way his hands moved while working, the way his thighs looked even bigger as he was kneeling.

When Murphy said he knew a guy that morning when Javier called him, he didn't expect this gorgeous man. Just earlier, that afternoon, he was in the same position as now. Not able to tear his eyes off of the man on the ground, fighting his thoughts to stay normal, and silently thanking the guy for not trying to small talk, because he wouldn't be able to.

After some time, Matthew was finished, once again checking and testing everything as always. Once he confirmed it was all good, he packed his things again, standing up and getting ready to leave. "All done now, man."

"Thank you, appreciate it." Javier had the money ready this time, counting it in front of the man and handing it to him.

Matthew looked at the money, and took it, but he looked a bit confused. There was a bit more than they agreed on. He immediately took the difference, giving it back. "You gave me more."

Javier shook his head, not wanting to take it back. "It's a tip. I called you for one thing and you did more than that and you didn't have to. Just keep it."

Matthew was bit taken aback. It's not that he didn't get tips, but it wasn't that often that he did. He appreciated it every time. He pocketed his money, and held out his hand. "Thank you very much." The man shook his hand and dismissed it.

After a short goodbye, Matthew left, going home after another exhausting day, his thoughts lingering on this man. Sure he meets a lot of hot people while he works, but this man standed out for some reason.

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I cried.

Ellie getting to do for this baby what Joel did for her, Ellie immediately accepting this baby as hers and realizing she’s going to be able to be this baby’s protector and parent…

Joel would be so fucking proud and happy

This most likely being the last happy moment of the entire season…

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The take on me scene left me devastated. It was so beautiful and raw, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the father-daughter time Joel and Ellie must have spent together for Joel to teach her that song

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Can we talk about why Pedro Pascal is actually truly fucking hot?

Like yeah, he's objectively attractive. He's funny. He's a fantastic fucking actor. He's unproblematic. He loves his family.

But what really makes him truly fucking attractive is his advocacy for human rights, trans rights, womxns rights, LGBTQ+ rights, climate change, black rights.

That's what makes him fucking hot.

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I really can't stand people speculating about Pedro's sexuality. Or any real person's. Why do you feel the need to pry around their personal stuff. Like, yeah, it would be real nice to have more representation, especially from someone who seems as nice as him, but some things are just personal. If he wanted to share that, he would. That one interview where he was asked about Jennifer Aniston, he was clearly so uncomfortable. And people still need to speculate. I can't.