#me searching ''guy skipping dancing vine/ guy jumping in the street vine'' and just many variations of that

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ever since i've heard red line i only had this video in mind and i just couldn't find it BUT today it suddenly appeared to me so i had to make this

[longitud-de-onda]

{un veneno} february: blossom

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; a month into living in bogotá and your friendship with javier keeps getting closer. rating; t warnings; language. talk about sex. age gap (forgot about that for the first chapter) word count; 3.1k a/n; i want to be really transparent about this fic, and a lot of you fell in love with it so before you get super into it, just check out the longer a/n at the end of the chapter. january

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“I still don’t understand why you leave 30 minutes early on a school morning,” Emiliana said, walking out from the bathroom still in her pajamas.

“I like my coffee,” you were gathering up your things in front of the doorway, patting down your purse in search of your wallet.

“You don’t like coffee, you like that man,” she said. You looked up at your colleague, smirking at you from across the room.

“Of course I like Javier. He’s my friend. And the coffee is great,” you said.

“No me mientas, Y/N.”

“Would I ever lie to you? I’m serious, he’s just a friend. Do I need to remind you of Mateo?”

“Por Dios, don’t remind me of Mateo, I don’t ever want him here,” she said. That was fair.

Mateo was the guy you met two weeks ago, back when you were staying at the hostel. Another backpacker, like yourself. He was in Bogotá for a month, and you had been fucking since you first met each other.

When Emiliana’s free bed opened up and you moved in, Mateo and you had to keep your relationship out of the bedroom. His hostel room always had others around and your colleague didn’t deserve to hear you going at it all night. It had quickly turned into quickies in the bathrooms of the discos. Emiliana had come out with you one evening, and not even an hour into the night caught the two of you going at it.

“I promise, Mateo’s not coming here, and anyways, he leaves in a week.”

“Go have fun with your Javier,” Emiliana smiled, “Hasta luego, chica.”

“Hasta luego,” you replied, exiting the apartment and skipping down the stairs.

The café you liked to meet Javier at was four blocks away from your apartment, and relatively close to the Embassy. It was a little shop that was busy in the morning but always had an open place to sit down.

This morning Javier beat you there, waving to you from a window seat as soon as you walked in. Glancing at the table, you saw two cups of coffee and a glass of juice. No need to go up to order.

“Juice for today’s papaya,” Javier said as you sat down. “I didn’t know if you’d like it, but you’ve ordered the juice every day since we got here, so...”

“Papaya’s great,” you said.

“Thought you might like it.”

“Thanks,” you said. You raised the glass to your lips, letting the fresh fruit flavor wash over your tongue. Javier was right. You loved it. It may have been your favorite thing so far about Colombia: all the fruit and the green and the tropical-ness. Everything was so vibrant and alive.

“So, how’s Colombia been treating you? You’re going on, what? Five weeks?”

“Yeah, five. It’s been great. No thanks to you.”

“I buy you all this coffee for nothing?”Javier had a mock offended look on his face, and you giggled.

“Emiliana’s been great. 10 days in her house has fixed my back from 6 months of hostel hopping,” you said, “Plus my Spanish has gotten so much better.”

“Really?” he shot up an eyebrow, “‘Cause I haven’t seen proof of that.”

“It’s a lot better! You, of course, wouldn’t know because you order for me every chance we get.”

“Maybe I should stop, then,” he said, “just to hear your pretty voice speak some Spanish.”

“I don’t think you could shut up,” you said.

“You don’t?” he grinned at you.

“Of course not. How would you give me all those recommendations and suggestions you know I won’t listen to unless you order for me at every restaurant?”

“Then maybe I should work on being more convincing in English,” Javier’s eyes lit up and even though you were enamored from day one, you felt yourself sink even further into them.

“Maybe you should,” this was getting into dangerous territory, even you knew that.

Javier took a sip of his coffee and you mirrored him.

“Are you doing anything on Saturday?” he asked.

You looked up, trying to figure out what exactly he was really asking.

“No?” Mateo might have wanted to spend the day together before he left, but that could wait. Right? There was always Sunday.

“Good, I’m picking you up and we’re going to my favorite place in Bogotá, 10am, okay?” he said.

“10am? Javi, that’s early for a Saturday, I’m usually out all Friday night,” you protested.

“Then don’t. I’m picking you up at 10,” he leaned back into his chair.

“Mateo and I—”

“Tell Mateo he can take you out on Saturday night instead,” he said. “I only have Saturday off and I don’t think you’re gonna regret this.”

“I—fine,” you said. “10am, and it better be worth it.”

So far, everything Javier took you to do or found for you to eat had been worth it. That was the only reason you said yes. That and his smile that appeared every night in your dreams.

Javier was leaning out of the window of his car, orange aviators on and his cream-colored shirt halfway unbuttoned when you exited Emiliana’s apartment building and burst out onto the warm streets of Bogotá.

“Morning,” he said. “You’re looking pretty awake for someone who said 10am was early.”

“I didn’t go out last night, asshole,” you said, walking around to the passenger side. “It’s entirely your fault.”

You got into the car and Javier merged into the traffic.

“Why do you like to party so much?” he said, eyes sticking to the road.

“I like dancing.”

“Just dancing?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s fun,” you shrugged. You never thought about why. You enjoyed going out. Enjoyed dancing with people. Enjoyed feeling like you were part of something. Enjoyed making friends, even if it was just for one night.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he glanced over at you for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. You were headed out into the most distant neighborhoods, further and further south.

“You’re lucky I’m the sort of girl that likes surprises,” you said.

Javier laughed. “You’re probably right. Last girl I tried to surprise got pretty pissed.”

“So you take all your girls out here?”

“No, only the pretty ones.”

“Shut up,” you had started giggling earlier, and at this point, it was a full-on laugh that made your stomach hurt, “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“What makes you think that?”

“How many girls are you just friends with?” you asked. You knew he liked to sleep around. After only a month of knowing the guy, you had heard him talking on multiple occasions about his sexual escapades with the prostitutes of the town.

But he had to have others like you, work friends and acquaintances from around the city. Friends he didn’t have just to fuck. Someone couldn’t last for over a year in another country without friends to go out with. Yet you found yourself taking up his every morning and most of his afternoons. It probably wasn’t fair to his other friends.

“You’re the only one,” he said, the teasing tone in his voice gone.

Oh.

You looked down at your lap. The air in the car had changed. You didn’t know what to say. If you were the only one, did that mean you were the only girl he didn’t have the intention of fucking? You weren’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. Maybe it was a red flag? Maybe it was good? It meant he cared.

Javier flipped on the radio, soft cumbia pouring into the car. You leaned back, looking around as you reached the edges of the city and turned off onto a dirt road, heading into the mountainous jungle.

You wound up the side of one of the hills that towered over Bogotá, the car violently bouncing with every pothole and rock on the unpaved path. Where you were going, you had no idea.

Javier hummed along to the music. It briefly passed your mind that as a single female traveler, right out of college, you shouldn’t be trusting older men, especially those who took you to remote locations. But if Javier wanted to hurt you, he would have done so long before, right? You trusted him.

“This is my favorite part,” he said.

You looked around. The trees were as green as ever, damp with the humid tropical air. Everywhere you looked there were leaves the size of your head and thick vines dangling from high branches.

It was something out of a movie. Growing up in the USA and traveling around Europe lent well to fantasies of medieval villages and soft rolling hills, but here was warm and green and untouched. It was better than anything you’d ever seen.

The light grew brighter as the tree cover thinned, and Javier slowed down as you exited the jungle.

Bogotá lay before you, spread out and nestled in the valley. You were perched on the edge of the mountain, a small rocky outcropping, only a few meters away from nothing.

Javier jumped out of the car and you followed him to the edge.

“This is my favorite place in Bogotá,” he said, “I come up here when I need to escape the violence.”

“Violence?”

“My line of work isn’t exactly the most safe. I see the underbelly of the city, the stuff it doesn’t want you to know about. I come up here to see it from afar, remind me of how beautiful it is.”

You inhaled. You thought the city air was refreshing, and it was, compared to where you had been before, but up here, the air was pristine. It was fresh and close to the earth. You could hear the birds in the distance, sounds you had never once heard in your lifetime, ones that you’d never want to forget.

“It’s gonna be damn hard leaving here,” you said.

“Leaving?” Javier turned towards you.

“Yeah, when the school year’s over, in November. I want to keep traveling. I only just started exploring the world, there’s so much more.”

“I thought you...” he started.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know,” Javier shook his head. “Why are you doing this? Living on the road. I get the feeling you haven’t spent this much time anywhere since you graduated.”

“I haven’t,” you said. “I got my English teaching certification before I left, and I’ve just gone where I’ve felt like going. I don’t know, I guess I just like not being tied down anywhere. I don’t have a lot of stuff to deal with. I get to meet people. I don’t usually stay in one place for more than a couple weeks.”

“Where have you been?”

“I started in Paris. That was sort of my home base. I’d spend a week there and then a couple away, and then go back. I did a lot of teaching in Portugal, and I worked at a bunch of hostels across Eastern Europe in exchange for a bed.”

“I don’t think I could do that.”

“I’ll admit, settling down, letting Bogotá be my home for a bit. It’s relaxing. Nice not having to worry about where to next and whatnot.”

“It’s one hell of a city. You’ve gotta be careful, cause it’ll make it hard to say goodbye to,” Javier said. He was looking out over the sprawling urban space.

It was the most colorful city you’d ever laid eyes on. A couple small skyscrapers dotted the skyline, and green parks and tree-lined boulevards peeked out between the buildings.

“I’ve said goodbye to lots of cities. But it’s never a goodbye, is it? More of a ‘see you later,’” you said. You knew this to be a truth, one that many didn’t ever understand. You just wondered when this ‘see you later’ would be. And how hard it might be to pry yourself away from the people you had already grown to care for.

“I’m paying today,” you said, sliding into the seat. It was your fourth lunch date with Javier, and while you had split the morning café trips evenly, he had taken the load for the lunches. He always excused it as being the only one with a full-time, well-paying job.

“Alright, I guess there’s a first for everything,” he laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled and the laugh came from deep within his chest.

“You have no idea how great it is to take my lunch away from the school,” you said. “I love the kids, but eating in the teacher’s lounge? It’s a nightmare. Emiliana teaches literature, so she’s on the other side of the building and I get funny looks if I try to eat a packed meal there.”

“I still don’t get why you want to work in a school. You graduated. You’re done. And you go back?”

“It’s not that bad,” you said, laughing to yourself at the hypocrisy of your statement. “The kids are alright, especially the younger ones. They really want to be there.”

“Better than spending day after day in an office, surveying recordings of drug dealers talking about the latest fútbol game.”

“Is that what you do?”

“No,” Javier groaned, “Not usually. But it’s what I’ve been doing for the last four days. It’s got me completely stir crazy.”

“That sounds awful,” you said.

The waiter came over to take your orders, and two of you slipped into easy conversation as you waited for your food.

One of the things you had missed most about having a stable life was friends. On the road, you had friends, but they were people you might have only known for a week or saw once a month when you accidentally crossed paths. If you weren’t traveling with someone, you had no one who could fully understand what you were going through, what you were doing, how you were feeling. Emiliana had been that since day one at school, and you were more thankful every day that Javier and you had grown so close as well.

Maybe you should have put a bit more energy into making friends who were closer to your age, but everyone in that category who was interesting to you was also temporary residents. People who came and went. You didn’t live near the university, and nights at the disco weren’t good for making lunch dates.

“So Mateo left?” Javier asked as you received your plates.

“Yeah, a couple days ago,” you said. It was probably for the best. You had become close very quickly, and yeah, Mateo was good—no, great—at sex, but the last few days with him you were starting to imagine another face instead of his own.

“That’s... unfortunate,” Javier was moving his food around the plate with his fork, staring down at his lap.

“We went into knowing there was an end date,” you said. “With people like us, there always is. Occupational hazard, sort of.”

“You don’t ever want something more?”

“Sure, someday. But I’m 22, I’m not looking for a husband or anything.” To be perfectly honest, you did it for the sex and the parties. That’s why most people did it. Either for sex or for companionship through a few countries. “It was fun, and, it’s not really over. Just open-ended. By December I’ll be traveling again, and who knows? We might run into each other. It happens all the time.”

“So you just go through your life having short flings? What’s the point then?”

“What’s the point? It’s fun,” you laughed, “And don’t you do the same thing? You visit the brothels all the time, I’m pretty sure that’s fun.”

“They’re informants,” he looked up at you, now smiling again.

“Sure they are, Javi,” you said.

“It’s different though. What I do, that’s not a relationship, it’s just...”

“Fun?” you filled in.

“I suppose so,” he said. He took a long pause before continuing again. “I was engaged once. Left her at the altar. I couldn’t drag her into all this, the DEA, it was too much.”

“God, Javi, that’s...” you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t think Javier was the sort of guy who would do that. He cared too much about people.

“It’s bad, I know.” Javier’s face flushed, but he knew it was the right decision. She was with someone better now. He hadn’t loved her as much as he thought he had. If he had, he would have gone right back to Texas. “But the whole dating thing, it’s supposed to mean something, isn’t it? You have sex with someone once, you can forget about them. Twice, and it’s maybe a coincidence. But three times? When you’re not paying for it? Then it means something.”

It was almost the end of the month. Emiliana’s daughter would be back in two weeks. You still didn’t have a place.

And instead of going out searching for one, you were heading over to Javier’s apartment for a drink.

He was given a place in an apartment owned by the embassy. Javier complained often enough that he hadn’t gotten to stay in the embassy complex where they had a full maid service and more consistent air conditioning, but it was full when he was assigned here. Supposedly he’d be moved when a single apartment opened up, but those were in high demand and DEA agents just didn’t get priority.

He knew you were coming over, so you walked up the outside stairs and found his name on the phone plate. You were about to push the button so he could buzz you in when some couple exited the building. You caught the door and slipped inside.

You jogged up the steps to the third floor where Javier’s door was. A woman, not much older than you, wearing a short pair of shorts and a black top that showed off most of her body, was exiting his apartment. You chuckled to yourself as she walked by you and down the stairs.

You knocked softly on Javier’s door, not sure if you really wanted to see him so shortly after whatever had happened. You heard a bit of shuffling before the door opened. He was fully clothed, thank god, you had no idea what would have happened if he wasn’t.

“So...” you said, smiling, “Who was that?”

Javier paled. “That was, um, she—”

“One of your... informants?” you asked.

“Yeah, I, uh,” he started.

“It’s fine, I know what you like to do,” you said, pushing past him into the living room. “Just, right before having me over? Cutting it a bit close, don’t you think? Or do you just run a tight schedule?”

Javier closed the door, and seemingly more relaxed. “I didn’t mean for it to go as long as it did.”

“Javi? Too much information,” you said, “Just tell me, can I sit down on the couch? Or does it need to be wiped down first?”

“Y/N? Shut up,” Javier was smiling that perfect smile again as the two of you burst into laughter.

next part

a/n; so i’ve been thinking about this fic since i started narcos, cause i don’t buy that javi is the way he is with women and emotions and alcohol because he left some woman at the altar. someone had to have done something to leave him like that. 

so i was listening to un veneno by c. tangana and niño de elche and the lyrics really hit me as javier, and so this was loosly inspired by that. i’d highly recommend watching the music video if you don’t speak spanish since it’s really well translated there. it’s also sort of in the vein of call me by your name. 

that said, this does end before season one and leaves javier as the person he is in the series. it’s gonna be sweet and fluffy and smutty, but it’s going to also be angsty, and i might have an epilogue in mind. i just don’t want to be misleading about it. if you want to be removed from the taglist becasue of this, i totally understand and am not offended at all, since this is really a passion project that i’m writing for myself. once mistakes like this is over i will be writing another multi chapter that’s a bit fluffier and less heavy and pretentious.

taglist; @pascalisthepunkest @turquiosenights @stillfangirlingbtw @mando-vibes @flower-petal-blooming @spookyold-saintjm @enchantedrhoses @creamysacrilege @lolwhateverlol @murdermewithbooks @nerdysuperchick 

im so sorry if tumblr isn’t letting me tag you. i always come back after an hour and try to fix it, but i can’t always