#JAVIER MY BELOVED

[datumobst]

In my cowboy era again just started 6th chapter and its killing me

[friendo]

Nobody on this planet understands how badly I want to be all three of them

[ariesion]

Silly man teaches even sillier guy (girl) to play guitar

[kaz3313]

Missing touched on both “You are always being surveilled-always watched. Which can be used as a positive But is mostly a negative” as well as “People making theories and predictions of on going cases hurts the victim’s family members.”

[katebeckets]

GET TO KNOW ME  ✰ [8/10] TV Shows ⤷ Castle (2009-2016)

"There is a universal truth that we all have to face, whether we want to or not: everything eventually ends... but... there are some people who are so much a part of us, they'll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground. Our North Star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us—always."

[lloydfrontera]

lloyd can't get in trouble if he can't get up from the couch so really javier using him as a pillow is just him being a good knight if you think about it no wait just hear him out-

[strelliata]

NO WAY BRO kimbald-nim and manggi-nim drew llojavi art???? /j

[din-jarring]

NARCOS 1×06

was just rewatching, then i died

[arezenithofyouthlove]

"Victorian Headless Couple Portrait"

[ebax666x]

Love him dearly…

[theanothersherlockian]

“my poor little baby” i say to my favorite character while he kills another person

[largestbassproshopintheus]

modern au javier 😋 (1800’s clothing is really hard to draw (so i just (don’t draw it)))

[acdeaky]

the day before tomorrow

warning: fluff, a little bit of angst (only a sprinkling), mention of nudity (but it’s tasteful) (and it’s javier so not that surprising)

note: (what was meant to) a little blurb for javier pena, my beloved <3 also follow @acdeaky-library​ and turn on post notifications for any published work :) 

word count: 1.0k 

translations: mi amor - my love; cariño - dear/sweetheart; te prometo - i promise; querida - darling; hermosa - beautiful

you always hate it when he leaves; whether it’s for work, shopping or even grabbing another pack of cigarettes from the living room, you hate it.

this time was different. the pair of you went to bed the night before knowing that in the morning he would be gone for longer. albeit he’ll be gone only a night longer than usual, but you know as well as he does that this is something that needed to be done.

javier came home one day last week, case file in hand and tie wrapped up in the other. he gave a grumbled expression that you made out to be a greeting before traipsing through the apartment and falling, quite ungracefully, onto the sofa. you grabbed the glass of whiskey that had even eagerly awaiting his return and sat down beside him, curling your legs underneath you while leaning into his side slightly.

“what's the problem, mi amor?” you questioned gently, placing the glass into his outreached empty hand. it took him a moment to answer, so you brought your chin down to rest on his shoulder, pressing a featherlight kiss onto his stubbled cheek.

“i have go away for a day, just to see if the intel we got today’s got any weight behind it.” as javier said that, he could practically feel your body stiffen. “it’s only for one night, cariño. i’ll be right back with you the next day.”

javier placed his glass of whiskey on the table in front of him, shifting his body to face yours as he placed a gentle hand under your chin and lifted your head up slightly. “only one day. nothing’s going to happen to me, te prometo.”

“are feistl and van ness going with you?” you asked, watching his eyes, a hand moving to hold onto his wrist.

“yes, querida, the three of are going and looking after each other.” he promised again. you nodded your head, tightening your grip around his wrist slightly before bringing your other hand up to cup his cheek.

“i think they'll be looking after you more than you them.” your comment made javier chuckle, his head tilting and leaning further into your touch as you giggle at him. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up. i've made arepas for dinner.” you heard a satisfied groan come from javier as you stood up, grabbing both of his hands to pull him up after you before helping him to shed his blazer.

both of you made the short distance to the kitchen, holding hands and tripping over the other’s feet as you giggled softly to each other.

the week went by as normal; both of you getting up for work, laughing and teasing one another almost making you late. you would always get home before him, starting on dinner and waiting for him to walk through the front door, glass of whiskey and a bright smile on your face.

as the day got closer, case files would fly in and out of the door. javier spent many hours of the evening hunched over the coffee table reading and re-reading the same sentences and reports over and over again. you always sat by his side, reading your own book - either in english or spanish - waiting for frustrated sighs to leave his mouth. you'd help to smooth out the creases in his forehead, pressing light kisses all over his face before he decided it was time to get back to work.

and soon the morning he had to leave came. the sun had barely risen above the horizon, but the air was still warm from the hot day the day before. you felt the bed rise slightly after javier got up from it, the thin sheets falling away from his bare body.

he mooched around, pulling clothes from hangers and drawers before heading into the bathroom to get ready, not bothering to close the door in the hopes of catching a few glances at your figure on the bed. little did he know that you were doing the same; never had you been more grateful for him not closing that door.

you watched as he gave himself a once over in the mirror, adjusting his soft blue shirt that he knew you adored before exiting towards you. javier knelt down by your side of the bed, bringing a hand up to brush the delicate skin of your cheek. his fingers followed the outline of your face, bringing them up to touch your lips making you giggle.

“there's my hermosa,” he smiled softly, pressing a delicate kiss onto your chin. “i'll be back before you know it, querida.” he reminded you, not making you feel any more assured than the other times he promised you.

“you better come back to me, javi. i don't know what i’d do without you.” you confessed, opening your eyes to meet his beautiful brown ones. all you saw in them was love and adoration, as well as a tiny idea growing.

“give me your hand,” he asked, so politely with a little smile it would have been rude to not listen to him. “to remind you that i'm okay, and that i’ll always come back to you.” with that, he brought your enclosed hands up to his chest, pressing your palm flat against his shirt. you only looked at him with confusion, before feeling the steady thumps of his heart.

the only thing you could think to do was smile at a him, closing your fingers around the material of his shirt above his heart. you used this to pull him towards you, catching his lips with yours as his hand cupped your cheek. his thumb brushed your skin, a reminder to yourself and him that he was still here and he would make it back to you.

javier was the first to pull back, a smile gracing his lips as his eyes darted over your face one last time. “i'll see you tomorrow, mi amor.”

“i'll see you tomorrow, javi.”

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[kedsandtubesocks]

Bendecido

pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

summary: Javier and the terrible, no good, very bad day (and how you now might be his reminder of better days)

word count: 4.8k

warnings & tags: post season 3 and lovestruck Javi, fluff, just extreme sweet goodness, light sexual allusions but even with that my work is 18+ only mdni

a/n: I’ve been having a tough time & just needed to write something sweet and tender and thought Javi deserves some of that too or maybe we all just do. the title of this is from the juanes song of the same name that inspired this. thank you so much for reading! also a sweet thank you to @skeletoncowboys & @lowlights for everything always

For a Friday, Javi thinks it has to be one of the shittiest he’s seen in a while.

He’s already wondering if he might be fucking cursed. 

First he spilled coffee all over himself this morning. After that his trip to the hardware store to just get one item for his dad turned into an hour long hunt with the piece of shit hardware store owner Javier swears is the devil incarnate. Then once he returned home to finish up some last minute chores, Javi caught his finger on the fence gate latch and it hurt so damn bad.

And the only thing that has been getting him through this damn ridiculous day? 

Knowing he finally is going on a date with you tonight.

And not just any type of date, he’s doing this one right because it’s with you. 

Jesus, you’re special. Javier knew it from the first time he saw you at the bar here in Laredo and you snorted at his corny joke. You rolled your eyes of course, already seeing right through him like he was a damn crystal glass.

But he likes that about you.

There’s honestly so much he likes about you. 

It’s why he wants to do this first date right. Because shit, he can’t even remember the last time he had a true first date. 

“Don’t forget to pick up flowers.” Pop repeats for the third time and Javi sighs annoyed. 

“I know Pop, I know.”

Chucho now sighs understanding to step back. Yes Javi knows he might be letting the nerves get to him, but he does appreciate his dad’s well meant support. Before he leaves, Pop pats his shoulder firmly with a fond warm smile.

“Enjoy tonight mijo, you deserve it.” Then Chucho adds-

“You deserve to be happy again.”

The words weight more than Javi can put his finger on. He can’t help but nod appreciatively at his dad.

“Thanks Pop.”

His Friday can only get better now.

When he arrives at the flower shop by the ranch, Javi can’t even be upset it’s closed. Because he proudly says fuck it and simply drives to your place. And the minute he shows up to your place and you greet him at the door, you brighten his day ten fold.

You’re beautiful, looking so pretty and dressed up that his heart skips over itself. 

Javier has to stop from leaning down and kissing you as if it’s the most natural way to greet you, as if he’s always been doing this. Him showing up to take you out, admire how gorgeous you are, and just get knocked out at how lucky he is to be by your side. 

Or maybe that’s just what Javier hopes for. That this is the consecration, the start of many more dates with so many sweet moments in between. 

“You ready to go?” Javi calmly asks, trying to hide how giddy he truly is. He’s here, with you, and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” You smile and it illuminates him from the inside out. 

With that he drives you to the restaurant.

He picked this place the same day you agreed to go on a date with him a week ago. He made the reservation that night because he knew how stupidly lavish it was. 

The most elegant and fanciest restaurant in town was a daunting one. It’s why he’s in a stuffy blazer and too tight dress shoes. But for you? He wants this. He wants to wine and dine you like the lovely treat you are. Besides, a fancy first day is classic. This feels like it’s the best way to start whatever this is on the right path. He knew it couldn’t go wrong.

Except apparently when it can.

“I’m sorry sir,” the hostess sighs sadly for the second time. “But we’ve checked twice and there isn’t a reservation for Peña anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” Javi is about to scream, maybe even beg. He can’t believe this. 

“Is there even a spot at the bar open?” He’s getting desperate. Panic leaks out of his voice like a broken dam he can’t stop.

The hostess frowns, shaking her head. “I’m afraid not. We’re a packed house tonight.”

On a Friday night of course they’d be packed as hell. And of course this would happen.

“Javi, it’s okay.” Suddenly your hand gently rests against his back and your voice floats out a comforting balm. You effortlessly become a steady lifeline.

“Come on, let’s try and figure something else out.”

Javier lets you guide him out of the restaurant like a deflated balloon.

Back in his truck, the most bone aching defeated sigh leaves him as he rubs his face in his hands. There’s no way any of the other upscale restaurants Javi has in mind will have availability this late. 

Something inside him starts crumbling. He should’ve known this day was cursed to crap and just rescheduled. 

A piece of him wonders if this is the universe telling him he doesn’t deserve an actual sweet normal relationship. Like all the bad shit he’s done finally has cultivated into this bad cloud of some twisted form of karmic punishment and Javi can’t even argue with its arrival.

You’re too good, too dang smart and lovely for him.

This might be the universe just reminding him of that. 

“Javier,” your voice floats out a concerned whisper. “Javi, please talk to me.”

When he turns to look at you, he’s mentally kicking himself for making you this upset. Even if you do look adorable with your soft endearing eyes, he doesn’t want to worry you this much.

“I’m sorry cariño,” he reassures you as his hand moves to rest on top of yours. “This night…this day has just been shit. You deserve better.”

“Better?” You ask a bit confused.

“Yeah. You deserve a good first date. Not this.” Javi mutters disappointed.

A moment passes in the stillness of his truck.

“Do you…want to take me home?” Your voice comes out small and Javi swears he catches an underlying thread of disappointment.

“If you want.” He leaves the final decision up to you. 

“Javi,” you squeeze his hand and now stare directly at him. A delicate seriousness settles among your lovely features. “I’m sorry this day was hard for you. And I understand if you’re tired and want to reschedule. But…”

But?

“I’m still open to see if we can figure something out tonight.” Your voice floats hopeful and light, a delicate olive branch reaching out to him. Javi swears he feels his mouth drop open a bit in surprise.

“You still wanna go out tonight?” He doesn’t even recognize his own stunned voice. 

“Of course! And with you, definitely.” You grin playfully and it sparks a crawl of something warm against his neck. 

“Are you sure?” He offers you one final out, like he’s trying to bargain with a damn narco.

“Yes Javi I’m sure!” You laugh. “Now come on, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat!”

His heart flutters at how warm your voice is and he squeezes your hand.

“Alright grumpy pants. Let’s get you some food before you chew off my arm.” He teases playful and you cry out without any malice as a smile tugs at your lips.

God he’s already down so bad.

It’s why he’s only thinking about how good your perfume smells in his car, how his hand still feels so warm from holding yours. Javi is so caught up in your presence that he doesn’t even let his nerves get to him.

Except when he arrives at the spot.

The parking lot stretches out among a small cluster of closed shops. Cars are already parked in various spots and in the distance, his plan for tonight glows. 

“Okay,” he begins cautiously taking off his seat belt. “I can argue how I think this place is honestly one of the best damn places in town. But, I get if this… might not be your thing or what you had in mind for a first date.”

His eyes rapidly whip to your face to gauge your reaction. 

Your eyes stare out from the window and Javi holds his breath. He waits for this day to hit the final nail in the coffin with you wanting to go home.

“You brought me to a food truck?” Your voice sounds intrigued and Javi wonders if maybe you’re staying this composed for his sake.

“…yes.” He hesitantly replies.

“Oh hell yeah!” That’s when you answer so effervescent, so excited, that it colors your voice and dances across your face. Javi swears you’ve never looked more beautiful.

Your eyes sparkling flicker to his. “Alright, let’s go!”

His heart flies out of his ass but in the best damn way. He scrambles out of his seat and rushes to open the door for you. He even slides his blazer off to keep you warm in the cool late Laredo evening air.

The music swirls to greet you and him with buoyant rhythm. Javi tells you about how he and Pop have been coming here for years, that’s it’s a favorite spot of theirs.

Javi holds your hand in line the entire time. 

“Oo, Peñita! Who’s your cute new friend?” Marco, the man who runs the window, wiggles his eyebrows curiously and Javier wants to shut the window on the old man’s face.

“Did you bring a date here?!” Marco's curiosity spikes even more as he soaks in yours and Javi’s fancy attire.

Before Javi can bark at Marco to shut up, you surprisingly jump in and answer. 

“He did!” You sound proud, so proud that your voice clutches Javi’s heart. Marco cackles an amused laugh and winks at you. Then he tunes to Javi and grins wide. 

“I like this one.” 

Me too, Javi thinks. Maybe more than he can admit even to himself.

Now Javi can’t help but watch you take the first bite. It might be weird. He knows this. But shit, he's nervous.

Sauce pools by your cheek. Your eyes light up and you beam brighter than all the damn neon lights illuminating the parking lot. 

“Holy fuck, this is amazing.” You cover your mouth from the last bit of chewing but he honestly wouldn’t even care if you spoke with your mouth full. Because right now? You really are the most beautiful force on this damn earth. 

On the hood of his truck, with his blazer around your shoulders, bathed in the fluorescent glow, Javi thinks his world melts to focus simply on you.

You and him stay in that parking lot for hours. Laughing and exchanging stories that range from the funniest holiday memories to worst date experiences.

“This…isn’t one of those bad dates right?” Javier can’t help but ask, nervous again like a damn school boy praying his crush likes him back.

You hum playfully and even pretend to be in deep thought.

“Well, so far it’s going great.” You admit light and Javi’s heart drops a bit.

“So far?” He asks as casual as he can.

“Yeah,” you begin. “I mean, just between you and me, it’s actually one of the best. Might be a top five actually. But you know what will make it the best ever?”

“What?” Javi hates how quickly he asks. You grin so big it crinkles your eyes. You nudge your face to the truck.

“If we split one of those ice cream sundaes I’ve been seeing everyone walk around with.”

Javi laughs, so warm and true that he feels it in his damn chest. He doesn’t hesitate to push himself off the truck he’s been leaning on. 

“For you cariño, I’ll get you two.”

Your laughter carries Javier all the way to order at the window and even all the way back to your place. Your hand stays in his the entire time he walks you to the door. Something echoes in him, a small ache of a thing, upset that he has to leave you. 

In the quiet space of your apartment door, Javi whispers out your name. 

“Thanks…for making tonight great. Sorry if it wasn’t what you thought it to be.” He adds still feeling a bit of shame for not giving you the elegant first date he had in mind. 

“I get it and it’s okay. But honestly, I think it turned out way better than expected.” You beam. 

“Yeah?” Javi asks soft.

“Yeah.” You smile back beautifully. 

Javi can’t help it. His hand gently cradles your face and his thumb strokes your cheek.

He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in so long. He hasn’t been caught up in someone’s orbit this fast.

So when he watches your eyes soften as they flicker to his lips, he leans down and kisses you like you’ll float away. Because he’s worried you will. You’re just so good and he doesn’t know how much time he will have with you. So he wants to stay caught up in your atmosphere for as long as he can.

Immediately he tastes the lingering sweetness on your lips of the ice cream you kept playfully stealing scoops away from him. Then he realizes, underneath that, that delicious sweetness is just you. And you taste so good, like the delicate hope of something special and Javi wants to let it consume him. Your lips are so soft and Javi continues to chase their plush warmth.

“Thank you for tonight Javi.” You whisper soft and genuine against his lips. He kisses you again. 

“You too baby.” After that Javi floats back home on cloud nine. 

When he goes to grab the drink he kept from dinner, he finds a receipt from tonight tucked into the other cup holder.

His name is scribbled on it and Javi’s heart jumps.

When he opens the receipt he finds a note.

“Thanks again for tonight! I really did have so much fun, can't wait to see more of your secret food spots!”

Javi knew he was falling for you so bad. But now here he is getting tripped up over how much he likes your handwriting. He's even getting weak over the sweet little heart you drew.

Yeah, you really did taste like a sweeter tomorrow…

“Whoever said you don’t get to eat at your wedding I hate that they were right and I want to fight them.” 

Javi snorts amused at your huffy comment then kisses your bare shoulder.

“I’m being serious Javier! We should’ve taken a plate or something to go!” You try to sound aghast but it’s hard, especially when your new husband continues kissing up your neck. You giggle in his arms.

After running around the reception hall the entire night earlier, to Javier deciding to celebrate the minute you and him stepped into the hotel room, your legs are practically jello. However, you welcome this exhaustion with a coy pleased grin. 

“We could order room service.” Your husband offers while he tenderly kisses your jaw. The two of you are tangled in the afterglow of exhaustion and pure newlywed marital bliss.

“It’s one in the morning my love, you know it’s too late.” You sigh defeated as you pray maybe there’s a bag of chips or something in your travel bag. 

“I can go get us something.” Javi suggests. Although the temptation of a delicious late night drive through dinner sounds heavenly, you don’t want to get out of this bed or see him leave.

You twist in Javi’s arms and cling to him as if to lock him to you. 

“No, I’m fine. You know I’m just being…a little grumpy.” You mutter out and Javi smirks against your forehead.

“A brat. You’re being a brat.” Javi clarifies with a bright tone. 

“No!” You argue back. “I’m just grumpy from being hungry.”

“Uh huh.” Javi says unconvinced.

“Hey, I’m a Peña now. That means I have to work on my cute grumpy pout so I can compete with yours.” You tease, leaning back in Javi’s arms to grin up at him.

You expect a semi classic Javi complaint about him not being grumpy, about him not wanting you to be grumpy. But instead his molten eyes stare down at you with something achingly tender that sweeps you up in a landslide.

“Damn right you’re a Peña now.” His voice croaks, thick and beautifully weighted down by unwavering adoration.

He swoops down and kisses you, passionate and so loving it seeps into your soul. You think this might spark another round until Javi sighs against your lips. Your poor husband, he is tired too and you know it.

It’s why he kisses you soft now once, twice, until he draws you into his chest again. 

“You know,” Javier begins lightly. “I like it when you act like a brat sometimes.” He lightly squeezes your bare ass making you squeak. 

“Naughty, naughty.” You teasingly chide him.

“I just state the facts baby.” Javi simply shrugs casual, unbothered, and you laugh. 

That ignites him to pepper playful kisses all across your face and your laughs bubble louder.

“Besides, I’m your husband.” Javier’s voice almost comes out a low growl. “I’m always gonna take care of you, especially when you wanna act like a brat.”

His voice is rich, begging you to drown in him. You pull your handsome husband’s face to yours and kiss him again. It’s all you can do and you find it’s all you want to do. You discover there is something simple, unwaveringly strong, that knocks you breathless just knowing you’re kissing the love of your life, your husband.

You can’t even stay grumpy even with how hungry you are.

“Wait here.” Javi mutters your lips. Then suddenly he untangles himself from you and slides out of bed.

Curiously from the warm sheets you watch him slip on his pants. He walks over to the side of the hotel room where all his bags and other things clutter together.

He simply grabs the brown bag folded and sitting unsuspectingly on the counter. Now you sit up, intrigued at what’s inside. Javi places the mysterious bag beside you as he takes a seat on the plush mattress. 

“Are there snacks inside?” You can’t help but sound hopeful.

Your husband simply shrugs casual, almost bored. You narrow your eyes at him but then greedily scramble to open the bag up.

What’s inside greets you like the warmest friend. A few plates, plenty of napkins, a small bag filled with various to go items and then a couple of hearty rolled up aluminum treats, all get poured out onto the bed.

“What’s this?!” You can’t help but exclaim in both confusion and adoration at your husband now helping you set up your makeshift table on the sheets.

“Just grabbed us something earlier.” Javi says casually. 

He continues to be so casual about this, not even meeting your eyes.

But you know your husband.

This is a response to being so overwhelmed by all the emotions swirling around that he doesn’t want anyone to see how greatly it affects him. Because what your sweet husband sometimes doesn’t want the world to know is how deeply he does feel. But you understand just how much Javi loves, how much he can get swept up in his true golden heart. 

And right now, that is evident in the meal laid out before you.

“You got us food for later.” You say the words so gently as Javi grabs a few drinks from the mini fridge.

“Knew we might be hungry.” Now he grins so boyish as he shrugs again.

“Well thank you.” You tell him earnestly as you slide out of bed to slip on your robe. Of course you scurry over to kiss all over your wonderful husband’s face who soaks it up with an amused grin.

“Come on cariño, let’s eat.” Javi softly kisses your forehead and pats your ass softly. 

There on the hotel bed you sit down to enjoy your first true meal with your husband.

Then you take the first bite and your eyes go wide. 

You snap your face towards Javier who simply pours out a whole salsa cup on his torta.

“Javi…”

“Hm?” He doesn’t even look up at you as he looks for a lime slice.

“Did you get us food from our truck?” 

Our truck. You can say that because it has become yours and Javier’s.

Anytime you didn’t feel like cooking or even after bad days at work, the truck was the first place offered to go to. Of course the food was delicious every time and you loved becoming friendly with all the workers who relentlessly joined you in teasing poor Javier.

But if you think about it, the food truck had transformed into something more. It now stands a strange but beautiful concrete evidence of you and Javi growing with each other since that very first date all those years ago. 

“Well yeah. Like you said, it’s our place.” Javi says simply. Your throat tightens heavy with adoration.

“And besides,” he suddenly adds. “It’s the spot we went to on our first day. Had to get it for tonight.”

Earlier, when the exact moment came when you were officially announced as husband and wife, you thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest into millions of bright confetti pieces.

Now you don’t know why, but this moment overwhelms your heart just as much.

Maybe even a bit more if you were being honest. Mainly it’s because it feels so much in so little. It’s Javier wanting to take care of you that he got food for later. It’s a visual representation of just how far you and Javier have come wrapped up in the most simple to go bag. 

That first date, you were so worried and heartbroken seeing him so upset. Now here you were, married to the man who on that same first date playfully joked about fighting you for the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae 

You can’t help but blink back tears before you wipe them away.

Of course your dear wonderful husband notices as he slides closer to you on the bed.

“Honey, what’s wrong?! I can go get you something else if you want. I won’t be upset I promise-”

“No.” You laugh through the tears as you wipe more away.

“No baby, this is perfect.” You mean every word as you finally turn to look at your handsome man, your Texas sunrise who’s brought so much tenderness and love into your life. 

“I love you.” You croak happily.

“Love you too, mi amor. You sure you’re okay?” Javi thankfully draws you into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

This sweetly grumpy heart of gold man you can’t believe is yours. 

“I am. Thank you.” With one extra thank you kiss, you readily jump in to feast. You consume the late night meal through drying tears and the most tender warmth blooming through your chest. 

As you start to clean up you spot the folded receipt tapped to the other side of the brown bag. 

Your name is scribbled in the familiar handwriting of your husband. With greedy fast hands, you happily scramble to open it.

“To my wife,

Thank you for making me the happiest man every day but especially today. Here’s to more food truck dates 

I love you”

You remember when you had left a note for him on that first date.

You had done it because Javi had seemed so upset about the restaurant cancellation. You just wanted to reassure him that the new route your date took only seemed to make you fall for him more. You even had written the note in secret when Javi went to grab you more napkins.

Now here he is leaving you a note just as sneaky and twice as sweet.

You don’t care that you’re exhausted or that you and Javi might fall asleep any moment now.

Quickly sliding off the bed you rush to Javier’s side as he cleans up in the bathroom. You embrace him tight.

“Honey?” His voice even weary and tired more than ever still sounds so comforting.

“Thanks for taking me to that food truck.” You kiss his bare arm as you snuggle into him as close as you can.

“Nah, I’m the one who needs to thank you. You were the one who agreed to go with me. Can’t even believe you even agreed to marry my stupid ass today.” Javi snickers a soft tired chuckle and you reverently kiss his warm skin.

“Easiest decision ever.” It was. It is and will always be the easiest decision to pick Javi every and any time.

Javier abandons whatever he’s doing to completely wrap you in his arms, holding you tight, strong and true. 

In your husband’s embrace, exhaustion finally catches up to you. Your mind melts under the whirlwind of the day, and from the overwhelming love you have. You don’t even realize you’re being tucked into bed until Javier turns off the light by his nightstand.

“Night baby.” You slur half asleep barely staying awake.

“G’night cariño, get some sleep.” Javi kisses you goodnight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

And every day after that. 

The promise of getting to greet every day with Javier by your side eases you into the most peaceful and beautiful sleep.

You’re still knocked out cold when Javi wakes up the next morning.

He can’t help but snicker at the sight of you. Practically hogging all the covers, lightly snoring, and now curled on his pillow, you’re his favorite sight to wake up to.

As he starts going through all the shit he brought back from the wedding a soft knock comes at the hotel door. Freezing with every caution he would’ve used at a drug raid, Javi stares at you waiting and worried you’ll move. 

You barely make a sound and that again makes him almost snicker. 

At the door stands a hotel worker with a small and beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“They were sent in for you and your new bride.” He warmly explains and Javi smirks. 

That first date he forgot the flowers, but this time he knew he wouldn’t. It’s why he ordered these in before to make sure. 

When Javi pulls out a few bills from his wallet to leave a tip, he cant help but spot the white paper still folded in his wallet. His lips already twitch wanting to grin like the lovesick husband he is now.

He quietly places the flowers on your nightstand so you’ll be surprised to see them when you wake. Then he pulls out the white paper.

It’s faintly faded and he refuses to throw it away. Just like how he didn’t want to throw it away those few years ago when you first left the receipt in his truck’s cup holder.

Javi unfolds it with a delicate touch. The message is still the same. Your little heart still knocks him breathless. It still brings the goofiest smile on his face and fills his body with an incredible amount of love he never knew he could have for another.

As if on cue, the sheets start to rustle. Then comes the softest sigh from you almost like a siren’s song luring him to your side. And who is he to deny you? 

Besides, he’s already excited about celebrating your first morning together as husband and wife.

As he slides back into the sheets, into the warmth that radiates beautifully from you, Javi thinks that even on the worst day, it will never truly be a bad day because of you. 

He can’t help but think of that first date and how awful that day had been. Then you just effortlessly transformed it into something damn magical he still can’t believe he witnessed. 

His mind always goes to the image of you in his blazer, looking so gorgeous in that elegant outfit, leaning against his truck as you giggled.

Javi might not have known it, might not have fully processed it, but in that moment his life became tied to yours. To find someone as understanding as you, who even back then was so eager to face whatever changes, whatever stupid hiccups life threw at him, he can’t believe how lucky he is that he found you.

Maybe it’s because some part of him is still in that parking lot. He’s still in his truck under the neon lights waiting for you to leave him any minute. He’s done so many terrible things, probably doesn’t even deserve you, yet you never left.

You simply stayed by his side, firmly even told him that’s where you felt you were always meant to be. 

His sweet stubborn little love, his wife. 

Javi knows he’s the lucky one who gets to stay by your side. You’re not just his good luck charm to beat any kind of awful as fuck bad days, but you’re his sunrise. You’re his tomorrow and forever.

And for that, he can’t help but thank that fateful shitty Friday that led him here. 

"bendecido" en inglés: blessed

[lilbitp]

y’all 😞 if I wrote a novel length jovier fic, would any of y’all wanna read it? I’m posting it on ao3 on my friends account but like idk if anyone is gonna gaf about it

[saintemarvel]

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