#javiears

Javi whips around, wide eyed, his lips parted in an expression of gentle shock. “No,” he breathes, astonished. It’s like he’s surprised that you know it and relieved that he doesn’t have to say it, and in that moment, you bleed for him. For the little boy who was — gentle, discerning, and far more sensitive than anybody ever bothered to realize; and equally, for the young man who that boy grew into — alive and thriving, but alone, alone and desperate for somebody (somebody, please, anybody; know me, see me) to understand. “I didn’t.” 

Hey Jay! Javiears owns my very being so this quick sketch was a pleasure to do. Thank you for the prompt!

Javiears throwing snowballs at each other

You guys I am screaming.

Okay, so I commissioned the incredible @heatherbel for some Javiears art, and this absolute masterpiece is what I got in return.

LOOK AT IT. Look at Hannah’s hair. Look at her all wrapped up in his jacket. Look at Javi’s little smile. The way he’s gripping her arm. That precious little brow furrow. The cheekbones. The intimacy and utter contentment between them.

Heather, you were such a joy. Professional and patient, even when I knew nothing about this process. You answered all of my stupid questions and were so kind about it. And I’m sorry, just the talent. Good lord. The ability to take my ramblings and generate something so accurate and beautiful from them. I had a vision in mind when I contacted you, but this? This is so much more than I ever imagined.

Anyway, guys, y’all get ready, because I will be screaming about this until the end of time.

Without giving BL spoilers, or maybe you won't? Idk 👀👀 not *cough* fishing or anything *cough*

Can I please have 💖 for Javier??? I'm curious...

Angel out-

Javiears pregnancy headcanons? You got it, babe!

Quick and obvious disclaimer to treat all of these as if they are a Better Love AU, at least until I tell you otherwise. 😘

Any baby that these two have would be a total surprise. Ears never wanted kids, and Javi has never thought long enough about it to decide how he feels about a family. He’s always assumed that was never in the cards for him.

Once the initial shock wears off - and that’s gonna take quite a while for both of them - Javi and Ears both jump feet first into the parenting thing. They each harbor some intense opinions about what a kid should and shouldn’t have to put up with, and there are lots of deep conversations that Last into the early morning hours. They nail down the important stuff pretty early, decide that they’ll figure out the rest with time, and discover a whole lot more about one another in the process.

Ears’ body hates being pregnant. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s got her Ashkenazi ancestry to thank for this. Ears is sick as dog snot clear through her first trimester and well into her second, exhausted and achy and throwing the fuck up. She gets awful migraines, too. There are days when Javi is convinced that carrying this baby is going to kill her, and he worries a lot.

Ears handles all of this as stoically as she can. She’s miserable, but she’s not about to complain and make Javi feel even worse.

Speaking of Javi, that protective streak he’s got goes into overdrive the instant Ears tells him about the baby. Ears has got to constantly remind him that she’s pregnant, not dying, and Javi good god, please just let me do things, okay??

That being said, it takes Javi a little while to connect the idea of Ears being pregnant to Ears carrying his baby. It’s all very abstract to him, to the point that on Ears’ worst days, Javi almost feels a little resentful.

That all changes at Ears’ sixteen week appointment. She’s just starting to feel like a human again, and this time, Javi is allowed to go back with her.

Oh my god, you guys, when Javier Peña sees that blurry, black and white, tiny little baby on the ultrasound screen... yall, his entire world shifts.

Ears notices instantly. It’s kind of hard not to, given how tightly Javi is suddenly gripping her hand. He glances over at him to find his eyes glued to the screen, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes her aback a little. “You okay?” she asks quietly, and Javi nods, drags his eyes away from the ultrasound screen and gives her a soft, wet smile, and something slots into place for Ears, too.

Javi quits smoking cold turkey that day. Seeing his tiny little daughter for the first time put a lot of things into perspective, and Javi decides then and there that he wants to be there for her as long as possible.

The first three weeks are miserable. Javi does his best to get out of the house when he’s feeling tetchy (which is always), and Ears does her best to be understanding, but they get into more than a few little spats.

The makeup sex is 🔥🔥🔥, though.

Ears is not a big girl. When she starts to show, she shows fast, and Javi swears he can see her body change every day. Ears is pretty indifferent. She’s not self conscious - Ears finds pregnancy to be inconvenient, more than anything.

Javier Peña has never seen anything as beautiful as Hannah Aarons carrying his child.

Javi fucking loves it. There’s something primal about running his hand over the gentle swell of Ears’ belly and knowing that it’s his daughter that’s growing there. He’s not one to talk to the bump, but Javi can hardly stop himself from touching it. All the fucking time. Ears will sometimes playfully shoo him away. “Hands to yourself, you animal. I’m trying to nap!”

Seriously, their sex life doesn’t suffer at all. It doesn’t help that Ears refuses to buy maternity clothes. She’d much rather lounge around in Javi’s t-shirts and his old sweats, something that makes Javi’s cave man brain damn near implode every single time he sees it.

Ugh, and he’s sweet to her. Observant and affectionate and accommodating of absolutely everything. Cravings? Tell me what you want, babe, I’ll get three. Foot massage? Come here, mi reina, let me make it better. Yawning through dinner? Go get in bed, Ears, I’ve got dishes tonight.

Javi starts noticing Ears’ puffy feet somewhere around the 28th week or so. Ears swears they don’t hurt, exactly, so they both write it off as one of those weird pregnancy things.

It’s not. Ears has severe pre-eclampsia. Javi only finds this out after Ears gets a migraine so bad that she can’t see straight. Javi carries her to the car and forces her to go to the hospital. They’re there for all of five minutes when the doctor on call deems Ears’ blood pressure to be high enough to constitute a medical emergency, and Javi’s world is turned upside down again when he hears the word “c-section.”

Ears is only 33 weeks pregnant.

Less than an hour later, Javi is holding his baby girl. She’s tiny, the tiniest little human that Javi has ever seen, but she’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her, and Javi has never been so relieved, so stunned, so riveted, or so enraptured by anything in his entire life.

Oh, shit, he’s crying again.

She’s absolutely perfect. Off her oxygen within two days, taking feedings like a champ, and obliterating every goal her pediatrician sets for her.

Javi is so fucking proud when his girl is discharged a full week earlier than the doctors anticipated. She’s still a little small, but growing like a weed, and Javi just knows that between her and her mom, he’s gonna have his hands full.

Ears is fine, just a little sore. There are no long term complications from pre-eclampsia, so as soon as she’s up and sort of moving, Ears in full mom mode.

Javi catches your cheeks in his palms. “No,” he answers, but there’s none of that familiar self depreciation in his tone. Just solemn resolve. “No, baby. I’m glad it’s you.” He brushes dry lips gently against your forehead, and you close your eyes and sigh as the heat of his breath warms your skin.

God, it feels so good, the closeness, the grass, the sun, the two of you sharing the same space and air, together.

Just being.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

Okay, so asking Hannah Aarons to identify her favorite parts of Javier Peña is kind of like taking a six year old to a candy store and telling them to pick out one thing. There are so many enticing options that it almost can’t be done.

Javier Peña is dead sexy. Ears knows it, and Javi knows it, too. But if you were to force her, this is what she’d probably tell you:

Hands

They’re huge and skilled and just gorgeous. In fact, it was Javi’s hands that first caught Ears’ attention, funnily enough.

If you watch closely, Javi’s hands give away a lot of what he’s feeling - when he’s nervous, he reaches for a cigarette or fidgets with the nearest available object. When he’s pissed, his fists go to his hips. When he’s beyond frustrated, he rubs his face or pinches at the bridge of his nose.

And when he is with Ears, those beautiful hands roam all over her body. Javi can communicate an entire soliloquy with a single touch, and he worships Ears, body and soul, with those hands.

Ears adores them. She’s not a big girl, but Javi’s hands absolutely dwarf her. And, though she’ll never admit it, the warm, possessive weight of them on her bare skin makes Ears feel so , so safe and so, so loved.

Nape

This is mostly because of how Javi reacts when Ears turns her attention here. The back of Javi’s neck is his number one erogenous zone. Ears like to think of it as his weakness, or better, her secret weapon.

She knows that she can start anything, anytime, anywhere, just by zeroing in on that nape.

Javi hisses and writhes whirls around to grab her if she so much as kisses him there.

And oh, god, if Ears bites... Javi damn near comes unglued then, and there’s nothing Ears loves more than watching a man as suave and confident as Javier Peña fall apart for her.

Checkmate.

Tummy

Javier Peña is all sharp angles and lithe muscles, expect for that subtly soft tummy that’s hidden beneath his shirt.

Ears just adores it.

Maybe there’s something about how cozy Javi is to snuggle up with, or maybe it’s just the allure of a well-kept secret - really, you’d only know about the tummy if you had Javi naked, and there’s something appealing about the broody, taciturn Javier Peña being a softie where it counts. Either way, Ears can’t keep her hands off of it, and she isn’t very inclined to try.

Javi doesn’t mind this one bit.

Shoulders

And arms! And really, just Javi’s entire silhouette. Understated but strong, broad without being beefy, and deliciously masculine. Ears loves the fact that Javi has no trouble picking her up and hauling her around, and loves it even more when he pins her to the nearest wall.

It’s all thanks to those gorgeous shoulders.

Neck

Goddamn, though, doesn’t Javier Peña just have the prettiest neck you’ve ever seen?

Ears certainly thinks so.

Eyes

They say that the eyes are the window into the soul.

Ears always thought that was some flowery melodramatic horseshit, until she met Javier Peña.

Javi’s eyes are so dark and so expressive. Ears learns quickly that Javi can bullshit with his face and body, but he can’t hide what’s in his eyes.

“She’s all grown up now, married with three three boys,” Chucho’d continued, still gesturing to the single stranger in the photograph, the girl who leans chest to back against Javi. They are so close that their cheeks nearly brush, her dark hair spilling freely over his arm, matching grins plastered to matching faces.  “Leobardo, Oscar, and Alejo.” Chucho’d sighed a wistful sigh. “They live in San Antonio.”