Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

Javier Pena-Protector

You work with Javier Pena and you end up in a sticky situation and Javier rushes in take charge, which ends up causing some friction between you two.

And you discover that Javier cares more for you then you realized.

Swearing and innuendo.

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You've been working your ass off and decide that a little you time is just the ticket. There's only one little problem: Javier Pena.

The guy is a bulldog. Seriously. Sometimes you feel like Javier doesn't think that you know how to do your damn job.

Which is absurd. You've been doing the same shit as him for years now. Men. They think that because women don't have a penis, that they can't do as good as a job as a man. Figures.

You're on your way out when the devil himself materializes out of nowhere and starts walking along with you.

"Did you need something, Pena?" You ask, your voice sharp.

"Nope. I'm just heading out, same as you."

You step outside. Even though the sun has long since set, the air is still thick with heat and humidity. You make a beeline for your vehicle and suddenly realize that you still have a shadow.

"Javi, what the hell?" You unlock the door and toss your crap inside before climbing in behind the wheel.

"Let's go grab some drinks," Javi says. Uh, come again?

"Hard pass." You start up the car, but Javier leans in and turns off the car, yanking the keys out of the ignition.

"Javier, what is your problem?"

"Please, Y/N. I need a drinking buddy." You scowl. Like hell he does. Javier Pena isn't exactly Mr. Social. He's good at brooding, all alone, as he nurses a bottle of whiskey or Scotch.

"No. I'm tired. I want to go home and climb into a hot tub filled with bubbles and have some wine and then, hit the hay."

"Just for an hour." You sigh. What the hell? If you don't agree, Javi us just going to keep on. And you're so not in the mood for his shit.

"Whatever." You swipe your keys out of his hand and start your car back up.

"I'll follow you." Javier flashes you a rare grin.

"Great."

...................

Javi takes you to a small, little place about ten minutes away from headquarters.

You'd passed this place multiple times as you out chasing down the assholes in this city. The ones who think that just because they have loads of money that gives them the power to run this place.

You both order some food and drinks. You watch with interest, as Javier Pena tosses back drink after drink.

You know better than say anything about it. He'd only bite your head off and why spoil the moment?

He ends having to relieve himself after a while. Yiu glance at your watch and sigh. It's close to midnight and you'll need to be up again in a only a few hours.

A guy is walking past your table and accidentally bumps into, spilling some water from your glass. You shoot him a dirty look, but he just leans down close to you.

Oh my god. This guy smells worse than a damn brewery. He's even more liquored up than Javi is.

"Hey, sweet thing!" he slurs, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "How's about a dance?"

"No frickin way, asshole. Beat it." He grabs your arm and immediately you grab his, swiftly flipping the asshole. You smirk as he groans loudly.

"I'm not one you want to mess with. Now beat it."

Javier is rushing towards you and stops, scowling deeply at the asshole lying on the ground, at your feet.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Then without waiting for a reply, he leans down and yanks the drunken bastard up to his feet.

"Get outta here, asshole," Javier growls. "Before I decide to rearrange your ugly ass face!"

He shoves the asshole, who nearly stumbles into the table next to us. A couple of men are hurrying over, apologizing profusely in Spanish.

Javi just waves it away before sitting back down and tossing back some more whiskey.

I thank the men and they smile as they lead the drunk away.

"To answer your question, Javi," You say, leaning across the table. "I'm fine. And you don't need to always 'save' me. I'm not some damn damsel in distress."

"Yeah. Right. I knew that."

"Sure you did."

"I'm sorry I acted that way. I just don't like seeing that sort of shit. Especially with...you."

"Oh?" There's a funny little fluttering in your gut.

"Yeah. Well. It's only because I...like you so damn much."

Huh? Okay, what the hell is Javier actually drinking?

"All right. Who are you really and what have you done with the real Javier Pena?"

Javier reaches across the table and takes your hands in his. His are sweaty and slick, but you decide to be nice.

"I've liked you for a while now. I know I don't always show it. But I care about you. A lot."

You slip one of your hands free and gently touch Javier's cheek. He smiles.

"That's great. I guess. But could you do me a huge favor?"

"Name it."

"Stop acting like just because I have boobs and a vagina, that I'm not as good at my job as you are?"

Javi chuckles and touches your cheek, gently caressing.

"I can do that." He pulls back

"Wanna come to my place?"

"Javier," you say sternly. "I'm not coming over to your place. That's gonna take some time before we even think about heading in that direction."

Javi lights up a cigarette and inhales and then exhales. The smoke seems to dull the sharpness of Javier's weathered face.

"Okay, okay. I hear you."

"However, a kiss isn't entirely out of the question." You smile seductively at Javi and lean in to gently kiss him. He smiles again.

"We'll have to watch it while we're at headquarters."

"Please. I have more self control than you realize."

"I was talking about me." You kiss him again and chuckle.

"I believe you."