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Hi! How are you?? I just LOVE you’re writting and i was thinking maybe you could do something with Limón from Narcos Colombia?? I love him a lot but i just have never seen anything with him! Maybe it could be something like being Pablo’s sister and falling in love with him? Anyways, thank you very much! I hope you see this!

Mamita

Jhon 'El Límon' Burges x reader, 1865 words

mentions of being deeply unhappy, female petnames (in spanish), otherwise pretty gender neutral

a/n : his hair is so fluffy + thick forearms is this request from 2022? oui. peut-être.

As always, it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

As long as you could remember, Jhon had always been the one assigned to drive you around. No matter if it was for groceries or a night out on the town, it was John, always Jhon, only Jhon. You don’t need to worry, I trust him with my life, Pablo would tell you, time and time again, and you trust me, right? How could you not, when you had grown up with him, when he had protected you and mother oh so many times, when you had lied for him for so long now.

And do you not trust me? You had screamed back one time, after another heated argument, another time he had forced armed guard on you, why should I be cooped up here for your mistakes? Success, he calls it, ungrateful, he calls you. You knew it wasn’t fair, to put all of this on back, to complain about this lavish life like a twelve years old.

Still, even after all the tears and the begging, you always end up in the back of a car with tinted windows, Jhon at the front, pistol on his side. Always Jhon. Only Jhon.

You always try not to put your anger out on him, suppressing your tears the best you can, trying to melt in your seat, far away from here. As much as you wish he could pretend not to see it, you can’t help how warm your chest feels every time his arm stretches in the backseat, tissue in hand.

‘’ I don’t even know why I’m crying at this point. I’m just- ‘’ You take a deep breath, sob shaking on the way out, ‘’ I hate this so much. ‘’

You can barely see him in the rearview mirror, a sliver of his skin, his brown eyes, blurred out by all the tears you can’t keep in. He always listens, Jhon, and you are thankful he doesn’t seem to take any of this personally. He leans forward and then back again, pushing another tissue your way.

‘’ It’s alright, mamita. You’re alright. ‘’

You try to nod, try to keep your breathing under control, anything to stop this empty feeling from clawing its way up from your chest to your throat. You lean back against the window, warmed by the afternoon sun. You can feel the tears on your cheek starting to dry, air shaking on the way in, filling up your lungs.

‘’ I’m just so tired all the time, Jhon. I don’t know why. ‘’ you whisper, staring at the city, the tiendas, the street corners as they pass before you. Parcels of others’ lives forgotten after a few seconds.

You can’t remember the last time you didn’t feel on edge, a second away from crumbling down. You try to sleep at night, making sure the curtains are drawn, that the shower is cold enough, but it never seems to work. Endless nightmare, eyes wide open, chest heaving. Most nights you end up walking to the kitchen, making yourself something to drink before meeting Jhon on the sofa in front of the tv, where he usually keeps watch. He tells you alcohol won’t help any of this go away, you tell him that if he wanted one he should’ve just asked.

He moves the rearview mirror, bending it slightly so he can meet your eyes from the front seat.

‘’ You want me to stop to get you a soda? I’m sure it would make you feel better. ‘’

You doubt it would, nothing seems to anymore, but you don’t have the heart to tell him, not when you notice how soft his eyes are, how he does care. You nod against the window, throwing a small smile in the mix, hoping it would make him feel better, like his job isn’t to take care of panic attacks and babysit night and day instead of winning glories and killing cops like the others.

He stops at the next bloc. Your throat is dry, your under eyes feel like sandpaper. It’ll be just a minute, he says to you, juice is good? It is, whatever he offers you at this point sounds good. He is back as quickly as he left. Barely a second, bells ringing when he opens the shop’s door, sitting back in his seat with a small grunt while he closes the car door behind him. Jhon turns around, shaking a bottle in between the seats. You can see the water forming on the glass from the heat, the pulp of the fruit moving from side to side with the movement.

‘’ Can I sit up front? ‘’

You squeal the words out, hoping he doesn’t notice how close you are to tears again. He looks confused for a second, eyebrows and skin creasing in the middle like they always do.

‘’ Of course. If you want to. ‘’

‘’ I do. I just- ‘’

The rest of your sentence dies in your mouth, exhaled on the way out. I feel alone in the back, you want to tell him, I feel better when I’m sitting next to you.

‘’ It’s all good, ‘’ He says, putting the juice in the cup holder, ‘’ Come on. ‘’

Jhon is opening his door again, metal creaking. He has to escort you to the other side, you know he does. The pavement is hot under your shoes, cicadas screaming in the distance. He’s gentle in his approach, pressing his hand on your lower back until you are safe again in the front seat.

‘’ I hope you like it. ‘’ He motions to the bottle in your hands, now that he’s back in his seat. ‘’ I wasn’t sure what your favourite was. ‘’

‘’ I like this one actually, thank you. ‘’

A smile pulls at his lips, softening his eyes. He watches carefully as you open the cap, taking a sip. It’s sweet on your tongue, pulp knocking on your teeth, refreshing your throat on the way down. Jhon has started the car again, ensuring the air conditioning is on and the windows are rolled up while you soak in this forced break. It is probably his first one of the day too. It’s silent for a while, comfortably so. You don’t have any more to say, weirdly calm, empty, after this outburst. You finally relax in your seat, turning your head to his side, bottle of juice in hand.

‘’ You wanna share? ‘’

He laughs a bit, air pushing through his nose, like he doesn't believe you.

‘’ I’m trying to spread kindness, okay? You’re too good to me, Jhon. ‘’

He is, always. Kind, caring, helpful. He never thinks you are a burden, even on the days you feel like one. You soak in his calmness like a breath of fresh air, pushing you through the day, to safe houses, to your brother’s dinner parties. He’s never far, always a protective hand away if needed. A second shadow you didn’t ask for.

‘’ It’s my pleasure, really. ‘’

You know he means it. You are all warm inside, heart knocking over and over against your ribcage. He ends up taking the bottle from your hand, lips wrapping around the opening, bottom going towards the ceiling in a swift movement. He nods in approval, pushing the rest in your hand, pressing you to drink what is left of it. You can use the energy, he says, we have to keep going if we don’t want to be late. But you don’t want to, can’t bear the thought of seeing your brother tonight, watching him cheer with his companions, while mom corners you in the kitchen, something about you having one too many drinks again.

‘’ Oye. ‘’ His hands touch yours on your tight, warm, thumb rubbing on the skin. ‘’ You heard me? ‘’

You can’t look away from his fingers on the back of your palm, can’t stop how it brings butterflies in your chest. You shake your head, turning to look at him.

‘’ I wasn’t. I’m sorry. ‘’

‘’ No need to apologize, mamita. I just wanted to know if you were good to go. ‘’

He caresses your hand for a moment, waiting for you to answer.

‘’ Yeah, all good. Thank you. ‘’

He nods, head turning forward, hands moving to the wheel. You enjoy his side profile, the curve of his nose, his hair meeting the end of his neck. You try not to think too much about him for long, about those few times you fell asleep on his shoulder, about how you are not sure what you will do if Pablo gives you to someone else to be looked after.

The remainder of the drive is quick, a few turns and a stretch of highway later and you are there. A beautiful house in the jungle. The music is already booming inside, you can see a few people in the windows, cheering, sharing drinks. You know you have to go in. You don’t want to.

You pull down the mirror, dabbing off the excess water from your cheeks with your fingers, hoping your eyes don’t look as red as they feel. You look at yourself for a moment and then at Jhon, who already looking at you.

‘’ Can you bring me inside? ‘’ Please.

He’s nodding, a reassuring hand coming up to brush some hair behind your ear, caressing your neck as it comes down. You feel anxious again, stressed, maybe it’s not the right word, maybe it’s something else entirely.

‘’ Of course. ‘’

And just like that, he’s moving around the car, pulling your door open, arm raised, palm open for you to take. You do, warm fingers intertwining with yours. You whisper a thank you as you walk to the door, molded to his side.

‘’ It’s my pleasure. I usually don’t get to bring a cute date to Pablo’s parties. ‘’

You laugh through your nose. You know he never brings a date to those events, mostly because he has you to deal with at those parties. Still, you are cute, and he’s holding your hand and you're feeling nervous again-

‘’ Well, you should. It would be a nice change from having me around so much. “

He shakes his head, laughing while he helps you up the stairs. His teeth are showing, dimples on each side of his cheeks, he's looking at you again.

“Nah, this is way more fun don't you think? “

You do, but you can't tell him that. You choose to hide your smile instead, looking at anything but him. The walk to the door is short and the polished wood is dark, huge, like it could swallow you whole. Jhon squeezes your hand, a gentle press, bringing you back to the present with him.

“You're alright, mami. “

You are. You know you are. Here, with him, no matter what or where he will make sure of it. You nod to him, you can't look away. It's always been him. So close, holding your hand. Always Jhon, only Jhon. You breathe in.

You're alright.

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