Can I ask for Javier to be actually awkward around Reader? A lot of people make him a womanizer, but I want to see him be dorky and awkward <3
Just some fluff like a cute first date or something!! Please and thank you!!
Of course!! I wrote this based off of like, one of their first interactions. Basically the beginning of it all. I was gonna make two parts for this, the next being based of maybe the confession or the first date.
Sorry for it being short though!
Javier was widely known around camp for his skills, not to mention when everyone would gather around the fire at night, and he would play and sing some magnificent songs. You always found him interesting. You loved watching the way he would intently strum away at the strings of his guitar without a worry in the world, the way it sounded like a lullaby.
But you and him didn’t talk much. You were always to nervous to talk to him, why wouldn’t you be? He was a handsome man, standing tall, and watching everyone through his narrowed dark eyes. And he never seemed like he wanted anything to do with you, whenever he would actually speak to you, he was always quiet, never meeting your eyes with his.
Tonight was like often nights, some were drunk, or getting there, and others were either sleeping or isolating themselves. You were one of the only sober ones left, along with Javier. You sat on a log, staring at the fire and the way its yellow and Orange flames burned together, enjoying the way it kept you warm on this cold night.
Javier was here to, leaning on a log closely sat to yours as he worked at tuning the strings of his guitar. Every now and then your eyes would drift away from the fire to watch him as he worked, the way his fingers twisted the nobs, the way his eyes gazed upon his instrument with care.
You took in a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak. “You’re really good at playing that thing.” You spoke softly, immediately looking away and back to the fire.
Javier stops what he’s doing, his fingers stop and hover just over the knobs. “What?” His voice sounds hesitant. You look back over at him. “Your guitar. I always look forward to you playing it.”
His dark eyes trace your face, and you swear you catch the sight his cheeks turning pink, but maybe it’s just the fire.
“Oh,” he licks his lips nervously, letting out a dry chuckle. “I’m glad you like it.” He looks down. God why was he so nervous? Every time he played he always looked for you. He enjoyed it when you were there to listen to his music. But he never spoke to you, he was to scared to. Too shy.
Although you two didn’t talk much, he was fascinated by you. The way you held yourself, the way you could handle a gun better than any man he’s seen, or how you look good in whatever you wear or do, and how you hated dresses. Hell, even the way you walk or the way you laugh intrigued him.
Javier was harboring a crush for you, but he was too nervous to act upon it.
You glanced back over at him, watching as his eyes quickly darted away from you. A small smile grew on your lips, he was always like this. He seemed almost.. shy?
“Arthur told me you and him robbed a homestead today, how did it go?” You asked, wanting to keep up some form of conversation. His head perked up a bit, eyes coming back to meet yours as he sat up straighter, clearing his throat to speak.
"Uh, yeah, that was... something," he stammered, his usual confidence faltering. He could feel his heart racing, and he quickly looked back down at his guitar, strumming a few random chords to keep his hands busy.
“The whole house was ran by inbred’s.”
You raised an eyebrow, that was certainly something Arthur hadn’t told you. “Inbreds? No way, were they all like strange looking?”
He nodded, “they were certainly strange. Uh.. the way they spoke, wasn’t normal.” You watched as his hands nervously played with his guitar, playing a soft tune as he spoke.
“Damn, I wish I went along so I could see.” You sighed, pulling your gaze away from him to look up at the sky. It was late, and god were you tired. You brought your hand up to your lips to cover your yawn, a soft hum escaping you as you did.
Javier just watched, his face tinted pink as he watched the way your eyes squinted and your nose creased, the small sound comping from your throat as you yawned. It was cute. At least to him.
You looked over at him, wiping your eye a bit. “I’m going to get to bed. You really should too, it’s late.” You stand up, walking beside him, eyes staying on his. You carefully reached down, setting a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. “And there’s no need to be so nervous, I don’t bite.”
You giggled as his face noticeably flushed red as he looked away, nodding quickly. Your hand fell from his shoulder as you began to walk away. “Goodnight Javier.”
Javier sat there, Heart hammering in his chest from both embarrassment, and the way your hand felt resting upon his shoulder so carefully. “Goodnight..”
He took a deep breath as he turned to watch your form as you descended off into the direction of your tent, smile tugging at his lips
