Author’s note: No more smut in this one, I’m sorry. I hope to publish Part IX on March 12, 6pm EST, but no promises because I’ll be busy with exams and work that week. It’ll be out the week after for sure though!
Part VII / Masterlist / Playlist
Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader/OC hybrid
Word count: 1,142
Warnings: swearing
Just like he had declared the night before, he was at the café at 9 am. From his assigned but unassigned seat at the bar, he watched her serving food and cleaning tables before she found the time to make him a coffee without even asking for his order.
“Are you alright?” she asked while she was waiting for the cup to fill up.
“After last night, sure. Are you?”
A nod was her only response.
“Do you want anything else with this?”
“Nah, coffee is fine.”
He lit up a cigarette, blowing the smoke of the first drag away from her.“Now that’s a hearty breakfast,” she mocked him as she put down the cup on the wooden counter where he was sitting.
“It’s my day off.”
“So?”
While he brought the cup to his mouth only to immediately regret that decision once the boiling hot coffee touched his lips, she filled a bowl with cereals and some milk before placing it in front of him with two spoons in there.
“I don’t need energy for anything hence no breakfast necessary.”
She smirked at him.
“You don’t?”
“Unless you’re offering,” Javier replied as he raised a suggestive eyebrow at her, "I still owe you that favor from last night."
“First of all, no fucking at work. I still have my principles. Second, I'm sure you’ll be fine without sex for twenty-hours. And if not, you probably have some numbers you can call.”
He gave her a crooked smile before blowing on the surface of the coffee and taking another sip eventually. His eyes were hard to read due to his sunglasses so she wasn’t entirely sure how to take the rest of his facial expression. That was why she changed the topic once she was done chewing on the spoonful of cereals she had just put in her mouth.
“So how are things in wherever you were the past week?”
“I told you I went to Cali and why I had to be there.”
“Yeah, I didn’t wanna make it too obvious in case someone was listening. But good to know that I’m the better agent here.”
After putting down his cup, he leaned forward and pushed down his sunglasses just enough so he could look at her over the frame.
“Things are good”, he whispered mockingly, making fun of her for thinking someone was interested in their conversation.
“Cool. Good talk.”
She turned around to get a towel and dry some already dry glasses.
“We don’t have enough on them to act on it, only a few phone calls but we can’t prove that it is who we think it is. Plus, the local authorities don’t make it easy either. It’s… it’s actually pretty frustrating right now. I don’t know why I even took this fucking job after everything that went down with Escobar.”
“If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have met me,” she answered pertly as she turned back to him halfway to give him a wink.
"A small part of me is still suspicious that all this is gonna land on the front page of some bullshit paper one day because you were set on me."
"As if you told me any of the good stuff anyway. Because if your whole job is waiting for some tapped phones to give you useful information, then the DEA must have a lot of patience with you. Besides, you wouldn't have come to my apartment last night in the state that you were in if that was it."
“Remember the other brother I told you about? We almost had him but then his fucking attorney showed up last minute so we had to stop what we were doing.”
“What would’ve happened if you had kept going?”
“Could’ve taken the next flight to Texas in the morning. We can’t give the Colombian authorities any reason to break with the DEA right now or those Cali assholes will rule the whole fucking country sooner or later. But we’re stuck right now and it’s getting harder to get to them each day.”
She put her hands on the bar, next to his elbows, and leaned forward, knitting her brows as she was thinking about her answer to what he had just told her.
“I’m gonna say this only once because your ego is big enough as it is: you’re one of the guys who caught Pablo fucking Escobar. I don’t know shit about your job or how hard it is, but you have to be one hell of a DEA agent and I assume that’s why you’re here and that’s why you’re gonna catch these other motherfuckers too. You already got one of them. Please don’t get cocky about it, but I was really fucking proud when you told me that. You’ll serve your purpose here and even if you don’t, at least you made one woman’s life more pleasant. Who wasn’t set on you, by the way.”
Of course he would be cocky about this. The corners of his mouth had formed a smug smile while she had been talking and now he was wetting his lips for a bit too long to not be suggestive.
“Well, I’m glad I’m of some use down here then,” he grinned and eyed her up.
“Javier.”
Her tone was strict and it was rare that she used his full name.
“I know, no fucking at work.”
“No fucking anywhere but at home.”
“You’re so stubborn with this. Are you scared you’re gonna catch feelings for me if we were mixing this up? Spending time with each ozher and having sex?”
“No, I’m scared you’re gonna catch feelings.”
He chuckled.
“It takes a lot, you know.”
She rolled her eyes at him and took a step back.
“I am a lot, Javi, and a lot more than you could handle. So let’s keep it as it is for your little heart’s sake.”
“Well, if there’s nothing left for me to get here,” he sighed quite dramatically after drinking the rest of his now perfectly warm coffee, “I don’t wanna stop you from working any longer.”
Before he stood up, he reached out to cup her cheek and pull her face a little closer so he could give her a kiss on the forehead. Then he fumbled his wallet out of his leather jacket and put a few bills on the counter.
“That’s too much,” she stated unimpressed. This was an old game and she wasn’t complaining about the extra tip.
“Thanks for trying to feed me. I see you around, love.”
“After my shift?”
He licked his lips automatically before giving her that infamous smile that made her knees go a little weak..
“You gotta give this old man a break.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You’re welcome at my place anytime. Now go back to work.”
i’ve been thinking about how it’s so easy to get lost on tumblr with the mindset of like “everyone in the fandom has friends and it’s only me who feels lonely” because you see all these friend groups around you and it feels very isolating sometimes. i want everyone to know that a LOT of people feel this way on tumblr (including me). i have days where i go online and i just feel very lonely like everyone doesn’t want to talk to me and i’m being ignored. basically i’m making this post because i want y'all to know that it’s not just you and i want to give all of you a big big hug
