#lesqui

Going through old photos and found these Tumblr handwriting game entries I made. I had forgotten all about this game. I can’t even remember why we were playing! Ah, 2020 Pedro Fandom days. We were all so bored.

Oh no we can’t have that! I think it’s high time for a soft and sweet Maurice compilation to heal you💖

As always I’ll begin with my favourite:

Cue: dimples!

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Well-“

“That was rhetorical.”   

As far as first impressions went, you wouldn’t say that pointing a gun at a supposed dinner party guest was a good way to introduce yourself. But after you had noticed he would have this slight, dead-eyed stare, zoning out of the conversation for a little too long, looking around the house a little too much, you had requested your squad mates to run a scan on any and all transmissions, and had picked up on a very slight signal. One could make an educated guess about that. 

So, you had walked up to him, snatched those glasses off of his face while the other guards in the dining room had their guns trained on him, and put them up to your face. Maybe it was rude, seeing as he was in the middle of talking, but you had been hired to protect your client, and so you will. 

“Jack?” you heard a concerned, female voice call through the glasses. Curious. You had never seen any tech like this before. “What are you--” Taking off the glasses from your face, you handed them off to another guard to secure them, then immediately pulling up your gun to train them on Jack.

“Now, is this any way to treat a guest?” he asks, his words honey by his Southern drawl. You cock your head. 

“Is spying and gathering intelligence on your host any kinder?” you ask him back, voice level as you scan him. “Keep your hands where I can see them, Jack” you say cooly, “take out all your weapons slowly, and put them on the table.” He puts his hands up in mock surrender, moving slowly, as you had requested, and pulling out a lasso and a bullwhip. He sees your questioning look, and shrugs. 

“I was gonna go to a rodeo later,” he says, as if in explanation, although it’s clear it’s a lie from the way he tries to incorporate humor into his tone. “Although I doubt you’d let me leave now. I was hoping that maybe I could leave with you when the night is over,” he adds with a wink. “I do like a person who can kick my ass.”

His attempt at charm bounces off of you. Maybe in any other scenario, you would’ve liked to be chatted up by someone who looks like him. In a different setting, maybe, like a bar or party that you were a guest at. But that wasn’t what this scenario was. In this scenario, he was at the end of several gunpoints after being found out to be not a potential investor for your client’s company. Despite that, he was being cocky and (attempting to be) charming. 

That annoys you. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you ask him through gritted teeth. 

“Well--”

“That was rhetorical.” 

He at least has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says. 

“Don’t call me sweetheart.”

“Baby?”

“No.”

“Darling?”

“No.”

“Sugar baby?”

Pairing: Javier Peña/Reader

Warnings: season 1 spoilers, mentions of violence and Angst bc that’s just how it b sometimes

Word Count: ~500

“Did Carrillo really shoot the kid?” you asked, the question soft and slightly accusatory as you pushed away from the desk with a scrape of your chair. Javier sighed.

“Let’s not do this right now chiquita...”

“No, let’s.”

He arched an eyebrow and sat back in his own chair, a half-lit cigarette still held loosely between his fingers. The wood creaked and he let out a breath, the noise low and irritated. Javier’s shoulders were tense, hunched and stretched over with a wrinkled dress-shirt. The first few buttons lay open, as was Javier’s usual habit, exposing the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed air.

“I can’t- I’m just- I’m tired, okay? Of all this,” and you made a vague sweeping gesture, an invisible string drawn taut between your chests and close to snapping their two tandem pulses. It pulled on your ribs - an aching, quiet magnetism that soaked into the marrow of your bones and made the air around your bodies hum something mean.

He huffed and let the cigarette fall, looking down at the full ashtray. You narrowed your gaze. “He did, didn’t he?” you said, your voice breathy and trembling but growing in volume with every word, “And you were there, weren’t you?”

Still silent, the only sign he heard you was the way his hands tensed around nothing, white-knuckled. “Weren’t you?” you said a bit louder, lowering yourself to force your face into his line of sight. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent in all this.”

That was when he finally looked up. He was crying.

“Yes, okay, goddamnit!” he half-shouted, punctuating his words with a thud of his curled fist against the desk. “I was there, is that what you wanted to hear? That I saw him shoot a fucking kid? Do you think I’m happy about that?”

You knew he wasn’t. That felt like the only thing you did know at this point. You didn’t know what the two of you were to each other and you were too afraid to ask. You didn’t know how to look at someone without imagining them in a casket. You didn’t know where the line was anymore. You’d toed it for too long, smudging the mark in the sand with hesitant toes until it blurred like the way your vision was fogging over with unshed tears. You wiped at your eyes with your knuckles a little too hard, your head swimming with yellow sunbursts.

“Javi…” you called out, hating how weak you sounded. “I’m scared.”

He reached out over the desk, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing just enough so you’d notice. His thumb traced circles on your wrist, the touch familiar and all-encompassing.

Omg yesssss!!!!

I just wanna be ~soft~ with him like bopping him on the nose with the batter and then getting syrup and whatever else all over his grumpy face and hrjengng I LOVE HE

my LOVE you are so right 🥺🥺🥺 he deserves so much and i reluctantly will admit that i deserve the same softness and we will have backyard bbqs every week, weather permitting, and you are all invited 💗