Title: *yet to be decided*
Pairing: Javier Peña/F!Reader (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory)
Content and warnings: Follows the timeline from season 1 of narcos till post season 3 but main story takes place post season 3. So semi-accurate timeline(Apologies for any errors) Slow burn, best friends to lovers, smut, alcohol and tobacco consumption, mention of hard drugs and violence (gun, physical, mental, emotional etc..), mention of pregnancy; pregnancy scare, abortion, lots of pop culture references, 70s, 80s, 90s inspired, sex. (Individual warnings before each chapter as well in case I missed any here)
Summary: Broadly based on every great best friends to lovers flick. From 'Love, Rosie' to 'When Harry met Sally' to 'Ugly truth' to 'One day' to 'Just friends'. Here's the link to the one up on Tumblr. The title is a major work in progress, so any recommendations are welcome :)
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Chapter 1: The Favour
Javier's eyes burned holes into the clock above the bar. He downed the last of his whiskey and ran his tongue over his bottom lip catching one of the drops that had dared to escape. He drummed his fingers absentmindedly against the walnut countertop, simultaneously bored and anxious.
One could call him a hypocrite. Javier hated tardiness in others even though he himself had made it quite the habit. His conscience simply skipped over that part in the moral guidelines handbook. He wondered if Steve was even going to show as his eyes washed over the crowd hoping to catch a flash of blonde hair and beige suit.
"Hello, hi, hey." Steve's breathy voice cut his search short. He watched as Steve straddled the bar stool and reached into his breast pocket for a handkerchief, wiping away the thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. A habit he had picked up back in Columbia.
"Sorry," He breathed, signalling the bartender and gesturing to the single malt whiskey on the shelf before his shoulders uncharacteristically slumped into a curved posture."Were you waiting for long?" He finally turned to face Javier, a cheeky smirk dancing on his lips. Javier rolled his eyes in retort any of the genuine annoyance he had felt had now dissipated and was replaced with scepticism.
"Cig?" He said, offering an open pack of Marlboros to Steve and slotting one between his own empty lips. His hands curled around the familiar shape of his lighter in his back pocket and then brought it to his mouth.
"Some conference huh?" Steve said, filling in the short silence where Javier flicked the side of the lighter, waiting for the end of his cigarette to catch a spark. His eye swooped upwards towards Steve curiously.
"Some waste of time." Javier let out a mirthless chuckle along with a cloud of smoke.
"Javi, I-" Steve paused and took a long drag. "I actually need a favour from you."
There it was. Javier smiled inwardly, he was right, as usual.
"Connie's cousins' in town and she's headed to New York, same as you." Steve sipped his whiskey, eyeing Javier from behind the safety of his glass.
"Mhmm." Javier nodded, sucking at his cigarette with more intentionin than before, the smoke coaxing him to relax.
"She needs a ride, and I was hoping you could give her one." He planted his glass down firmly on the countertop and the liquid thrashed against the walls.
"Next week?" Javier reached for Steve's glass, the swirling liquid calling out to him.
"Next week." Steve repeated, letting him take a sip.
Javier looked at his partner. Steve's brows were tense and it looked like he hadn't slept in days; no doubt late night phone calls with Mrs. Murphy trying to juggle the responsibility of their new baby. Steve loosened his badly done up tie and took another long drag from the nic stick. That with this conference they were attentending sure looked like it wasn't doing wonders for his partner. He couldn't say no, moreover there was no actual reason to say no, besides his own selfish discomfiture.
"I cant stay Javi," Steve sighed, rubbing his palm over his face in response to his silence. "Connie's been alone too long-Hell, I've been alone too long." Javier's jaw tightened, saying no would be a crime.
"When are you leaving?" Javier leaned against the countertop, chin resting in his hand lazily.
"Tomorrow," Steve sighed out a large cloud of smoke. "Javi I would've done it myself but-"
"It's okay Steve." He patted the blonde's shoulder. "It's really not that much." Javier felt as though those last words were more for him than Steve, the way they lingered at the back of his throat.
"Thanks Jav, really." Steve's eyebrows creased and his hand reached backwards and patted Javier's hand on his own shoulder.
"Tell Connie and the kid I say hi hmm?" He put out the cigarette and watched Steve's lips press into a relieved smile at the mention of his wife and child. He squeezed Steve's shoulder one last time before getting up.
"See you Jav, take care of yourself." Steve raised his glass towards him and Javier pressed a couple of dollar bills on the counter.
"Will do, Steve, will do." He turned around on his heels and walked away towards the exit, without looking back.