I like your writing style. Could you write about Javier? Any genre is fine, your style is great.
Javier Escuella Headcanons
He's romantic in the traditional sense. He'll serenade you and bring you flowers to put in your hair.
He hums/sings while bathing. Also, if someone walks in on him bathing he'll shriek like a girl.
He is obsessed with hygiene, and he tries to be as clean as possible. In his mind, his entire world is full of chaos and unpredictability. He feels a sense of control and order when he washes and dresses himself in the best way possible.
He regularly curses people in Spanish, but under his breath as if he assumes everyone knows Spanish.
He's not very observant, he zones out and misses things because he wasn't listening. He's also a bit clumsy and accidentally bumps into tables.
He'll tease you if you blush/stutter while talking to him. But he means it in a friendly way, I promise.
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He'll hold eye contact the entire time. He doesn't want you to look away. He wants you to look him in the eyes when you come undone.
He's a very passionate kisser, and he wants to kiss you all over your body, every scar, every birthmark, every mole.
He runs his hands over you slowly, mapping your skin and watching your reactions. He remembers what you like best and uses it to his advantage in the future.
He whispers in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how much he loves you, speaking to you in Spanish.
If he's topping, he actually enjoys pulling out and coming on your skin. If he's bottoming, he also prefers you pull out and cum on his back or stomach.
He enjoys having someone touch his hair, just gently running their fingers through it and massaging his scalp. He nearly purrs like a cat.
He doesn't fall asleep right away after you're both done; he likes to talk to you about the experience, and he wants to know what you enjoyed and what he can improve on.
He loves to make you feel good, it fills him with pride. Don't be surprised when his ego is suddenly inflamed after having sex with him.
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could I request some headcannons for Javier with a masculine presentating f!s/o who's insecure about her appearance? sorry it's a little specific lol the idea just popped in my head randomly
Thanks for the kind words♡♡♡
Javier x Masculine and insecure F!s/o
He likes androgynous people, he thinks they're beautiful. If you truly lean towards looking more like a man, even wearing men's clothing, Javier would assume it must be some sort of statement about gender norms and he'd be inspired by you.
He loves people who go against the current and do their own thing. He wishes and pretends to be like them but the truth is he's quite obedient and he needs someone to follow. He'd support you from afar though.
When he learns you're insecure, he'd be devastated. He doesn't understand how someone so unique (especially considering it's 1899) and unwilling to conform could feel bad about themselves.
He tries to cheer you up by writing songs about you, he sings them loudly around the campfire, and teaches the other gang members the lyrics. He brings you small gifts to decorate you with, like flowers or jewelry or rich clothes. He brushes your hair for you, if you let him, and speaks words of praise to you while he does it.
If you're shy or nervous around him because you're insecure, it makes him feel more confident and comfortable and he starts to really lay down the compliments and practically worship the ground you walk on.
He might sound like he's doing too much but he means every small thing he does. It's important to him that he supports the woman he loves so deeply.
Hey if it's no trouble... I'd love to see some more Javier x Reader headcanons. Something post S3 that's soft, maybe relating to mourning/ a rough day/ comfort, and preferably with a gender neutral/ trans masc reader. Anything else is up to you. Love your work.
OOOOO I LOVE THIS this is so soft and cute enjoy :’)
Javi loved doing the night shift.
Wandering around the streets of New Richmond.
That night, Kate was in the watchtower,
Passing him a wave each time he circled by.
Javi always waved back.
Then he circled inside one of the sleeping quarters.
He was required to do rounds of the halls.
Normally, those shifts were dead.
He wandered the halls in search of danger.
But sometimes, there was a stir.
Someone waking for water or restlessly shifting.
But, on that night, it was a cry.
Several cries.
Tears and sobs.
Javi froze and turned, spotting the door in question.
Y/N’s door.
At least, he thought.
His heart froze and seized in his throat.
He wasn’t close with Y/N.
He didn’t know them.
He didn’t even know what he could try to offer.
But, he breathed,
Squeezed his fists,
And, knowing he couldn’t leave them alone,
Approached their door.
He could hear the heightening sobs.
The wavering voice.
The quivering of the bed frame.
Finally, he closed his eyes and knocked.
He needed to.
He couldn’t abandon them.
They were already so alone.
And the sounds through the door froze.
Everything stopped.
“Hey,” he nervously cleared his throat. “It’s Javi,”
His hand delicately rested on the wood of their door.
“The one who helped show you around a few days ago.”
No response.
“With David?”
Silence.
Finally, Javi sighed.
“I heard you.” He hushed. “Can I come in?”
There was more silence.
But then, a faint whimper,
A slight groan,
And Javi began turning the doorknob.
There was no protest.
“I’m going to come in, okay?” He said.
No response.
So, he entered.
And felt his heart ache.
There they were; curled under their blankets.
Tugged up to just under their nose.
Eyes, teary and swollen.
Cheeks, red and stained.
“Y/N,” Javi hushed, slowly moving closer.
Cautiously.
Giving them an opportunity to yell at him to get out.
But they didn’t.
“What’s wrong?” He whispered.
Finally kneeling at their bedside.
Through the early morning light, catching their gaze.
They sniffled and looked away,
Rubbing their eyes into their sheets.
“It’s just been a bad night.”
“Why?”
“There’s no use talking about it.”
Javi frowned, brows furrowing.
“If you’re this upset there is.”
They hesitated.
And looked away.
And chewed on their lower lip.
“It’s a stupid nightmare.”
Javi sat patiently.
His eyes staring back at them.
Full of patience and care.
Even if they were too hesitant to meet his gaze again.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Y/N still refused to turn to look at him.
Javi shifted.
Sitting on the edge of their bed.
His fingers drifting closer to theirs.
Comfortingly, not forcefully.
“What happened in the dream?”
Y/N closed their eyes shut.
Then squeezed them.
Then felt a wail bubble in their throat as they held it back.
As tears crept through.
And Javi moved forward,
His thumb brushing the tears from their cheeks,
Giving a gentle yet sad smile as he tended to them.
“You don’t need to talk,” he assured, “just know that I’m here.”
And that was everything.
That was everything Y/N needed to hear and know.
They smiled, lifting up to touch his hand tenderly.
Allowing it to rest on their damp cheek.
Letting the warmth of his care skin into their skin.
And, tenderly, tears flowing, their cheek nuzzled into his hand.
“It was about being alone again.” Was all they said.
Tears rolling into Javi’s palm.
Javi catching them without a second thought.
And he smiled nervously.
Ears red and palms shaky against their head.
(Not that they minded).
“Well, you’ll never need to worry about that again.” He whispered.
Tucking some of their hair behind one of their ears.
can we pwease have javi's s/o calling him cutesy pet names for the first time ever?
Javier would get immediately flustered and would freeze up. Whatever he was doing, he would stop doing. Nervously, he’d clear his throat and look away. “Thanks for that.” He’d say. Over time, he hoped he’d not be as flustered as he always seemed to be when they called him a sweet name but, as months passed and it didn’t change, he sighed. Maybe this was permanent. Maybe Y/N just always managed to make him that flustered.
