Hey since I loved how you wrote Javier request and I don't know when to stop, can I ask for another (when you have time and if you want ofc) where reader likes to draw him? Or stitches his clothes if there's something wrong with them? Sorry for being annoying 🥀
I even made a reaction Pic for ts but I can't add it 💔
Pairing: Javier Escuela x fem!reader
Summary: Your day starts in the most perfect place imaginable -- in the arms of your man, Javier.
SFW: no tw just pure fluff
Note: ignore that horribly edited photo of Javier sleeping.. I can't draw him as reader can 😭
Your day starts as usual.
After waking up – sometimes in Javier's arms and sometimes not – you usually get some horrid stew from Pearson, which rarely tastes good.
Today is one of those days, minus the stew. Javier's not on guard duty and has his arms wrapped around you, upper body bare so you could feel his warm skin against your covered one. His hair covered his resting face, a strand or two flying about every time he exhaled unconsciously.
As always you're the first one awake whenever he's sleeping in late, left admiring the view god has blessed you with.
The air was crisp, making you feel all the more awake already. With Javier still locking you in place the only thing you could do was think about those shirts that needed fixing, the ones Susan had assigned you. Something about how “a girl has to tend to her man's clothes.”
A sigh escapes you as you try to reach for the shirts when Javier's arm tightens around you, an irritated hum echoing in your ear.
“Where you going?” Warm air fans over the side of your face as his lips ghost near your ear. His raspy voice forms a warm knot in your chest, the faint smell of booze from the night before still on his youngest. “Stay..”
You kiss his hand that tightens around your upper body, giggling at the feel of his facial hair rubbing against your cheek. “I'll stay, Javi.. I just have to mend your shirts.”
You gasp dramatically, grinning back at him even as his lips land lazily on yours. He doesn't argue, only whining at little as you lean over to grab the ruined shirts that needed to be cleaned just as much as needing to be stitched.
With his arm still over your stomach you sit up to do what you had to do. It was kind of relaxing having your man by your side while doing something as quiet as stitching up stuff.
You can't help smiling as Javier falls asleep again, his resting face as adorable as that of a toddler. Something else was your hand always finding its way to rub over his forehead, the hair that was covered with sweat no challenge to your soft fingers.
Soon the sun already filters in through your shared tent, one Javier had ‘bought’ not even a week ago. He's been very proud of it, happy to finally have some privacy, a feeling you shared just as much. You love your girls, but Grimshaw has always been a nag whenever she saw you scribbling something in your notebook instead of doing chores. Don't get me wrong.. she still does, but not as much as when you're in your own four ‘walls'.
Light shines onto Javier, making him look all the more appealing to you. An idea flashes through your head, the notebook under your pillow quickly equipped. You brush with your pencil over the paper, Javier's sleeping position quickly visible.
The camp slowly awakes, Grimshaw's voice unmistakable as she yells at Tilly for something she did. Yet here you sit, Javier pressed against you and your hand sketching him almost too life-like. That's something you've always been good at. Drawing. Unfortunately it still led you to a life of crime, but without it you'd never even have someone as loving as Javier stuck at your side.
As you're nearly finished with the drawing a loud voice calls out Javier's name, the deep tone clearly belonging to Arthur.
Your outlaw doesn't awaken, hell he even snores louder at the sound of his comrade. A chuckle falls out of your lips, your hand shaking at his shoulder with your voice a little quieter as you call him out of his sleep.
“Javier.. Baby, wake up.”
He groans a little before his beautiful brown eyes crack open just enough for him to see your face. At the sight his lips quirk up, his hand coming up to your face.
“Dios mío.. Has my time come or why is there an angel in my bed?”
You roll your eyes at his comment, lightly slapping his shoulder. As he sits up a little his eyes wander over your notebook, his lips tugging up even further until he can't help hold back a snort of amusement.
“Aww.. Is that me?” You let him take it from your hands and observe it. “I look great, bebé. You're so talented.”
The heat surges in your cheeks, so much so that you have to hide your face in his shoulder where you can't help pressing a faint kiss onto it. He only laughs at your reaction, one arm coming up around you to pull you far enough so he can kiss your forehead.
“You should go.. Arthur called for you.”
Outside, as if the other man heard you, Arthur called for him again – a bit more aggressively this time.
“Speak of the devil.” Javier jokes. “Guess I'm gonna have to leave you behind, my overly talented girl.”
You cup the side of his face, eyeing his lips as you chuckle. “I'll live.” Before he can get up you kiss him deeply, which he can't help returning.
Soon he's out and about, leaving you to continue with the rest of your day.
These days with him still in bed are your favorite and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
