Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots 3

Javier Escuella: Every Word

Javier Escuella X Female Reader

Summary: When Micah pushes you too far and you have to put him in his place, Javier discovers that you have been able to speak Spanish this whole time.

Word Count: 1200

You were sitting at one of the tables in the camp with Javier, neither of you really talking, just enjoying each other's company. You and Javier were pretty good friends, seemingly always trying to spend your time together. The two of you were friends, even though other members

It was a quiet evening in the camp but there was one man who just couldn't let it stay that way.

"Miss L/n" Micah greeted, making you look up at him as you held back a sigh. "...Mr Escuella" he greeted the other man at the table with some distaste in his voice. "Mind if I join ya?" he asked, looking at you.

"I guess but I can't stop you" you shrugged, clearly disinterested in him. Javier smiled to himself, a little amused, but didn't say anything, just sipping form his drink.

Micah sat down beside you, a little too close for comfort, especially since the rest of the table was free. Javier instantly tensed but still didn't say anything, it could be harmless. Though, it rarely is with Micah. He did relax a little when you looked across the table at him and smiled, making him smile as well.

You drank from your bottle of beer, instantly freezing when you felt Micah's hand land on your knee.

"What are you doing?" you asked as you slowly lowered your bottle back down onto the table.

"What do you want me to do?" Micah slid his hand up your thigh as he lent towards you, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath.

Javier was out of his seat in and instant but so were you, standing so fast that your chair fell over behind you. You grabbed Micah's wrist and pushed it away from you.

"I want you to fuck off" you tried to keep your calm, hoping that he would just walk away.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that" Micah stood as well and reached for your waist.

"I mean it, Bell. Don't touch me" you warned, pushing his hand away again, this time a little harsher.

Micah just smirked, not seeming deterred at all, and stepped towards you. You instinctively took a step back but that just made him chuckle.

"Micah" Javier warned lowly, ready to step in at any moment. This was probably the most brazen Micah had been in the camp when it came to his creepiness, it was unsettling.

"C'mon, Y/n. Stop bein' such a prude" Micah scoffed, grabbing at you again. Any patience you had with this man just disappeared. Before Javier could step in, you had it handled.

"Eres un cerdo, Micah Bell!" you snapped as you upholstered your knife and held it in front of yourself, blade pointed at the blond man.

Javier's attention instantly snapped to you. Did he hear you right? Were you speaking Spanish or was he hearing things? No, he hadn't. You had just called Micah a pig in Spanish, a language Javier didn't even knew you understood, never-mind spoke.

"Ninguna mujer que se precie te tocaría. No voluntariamente de todos modos" you spoke, telling Micah that no self-respecting woman would ever willingly touch him. "Eres repugnante" you spat that he was disgusting. "Te mereces todo lo que obtienes" you told him that he deserved everything he got, sounding more like a threat than anything. "Nunca me vuelvas a tocar" you warned him to never touch you again, and Javier could tell that you were serious. He wouldn't mind seeing to stab Micah though.

Micah didn't understand a word you said but the fury in your eyes and the seriousness on your face told him that he wasn't going to get anywhere, so he just huffed before leaving.

Once Micah had disappeared to another part of the camp, you holstered your knife and turned back to the wide eyed Javier that was just staring at you in absolute awe.

"...what?" you asked quietly, a blush spreading over your cheeks from the way he was looking at you.

"You can speak Spanish?" Javier asked and you just nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. Surely that would be something that you would mention to him.

"I would've but...I thought it was kinda cute when you would speak Spanish and not know that I understood" you confessed.

"What do you...oh Dios mío" Javier's eyes went wide again, his face flushing as he remembered all the times he had flirted with you in Spanish, assuming you didn't understand him. The little compliments and praises, the terms of endearment, and harmless one liners. He flushed even more when he thought about the complimentary tirades he went on to you when he had a lot to drink, practically confessions of love and admiration. "I...Lo siento" he apologised. "Why didn't you say something? I would've stopped" he asked.

"Maybe I didn't want you to stop" you shrugged as you picked up your fallen chair, before sitting back down at the table.

"Se honesto...how much of a fool have I made out of myself?" Javier asked. Asking you to be honest with him as he walked around the table and sat beside you, where Micah had been sitting. But Javier's closeness was much more appreciated.

"You haven't made a fool out of yourself, don't worry about that" you assured him. "Though, I am a little surprised. I always thought you'd be a little more forward" you admitted.

"I didn't think you felt the same way so I thought it wouldn't hurt to tell you how I felt if you couldn't understand me anyway...now I realise that I've been embarrassing myself" Javier told you, staring down at the table, still no sure how you felt.

"You haven't been embarrassing yourself. I was just waiting for you to decide to actually speak to me in a language you knew I'd understand. If you weren't ready for me to find out, I would just leave it like that" you explained, you just didn't want to rush him into confessing anything until he was ready to do so.

"Well, I have to make up for being an idiot. How about we go into town tomorrow, just the two of us?" Javier suggested, looking at you with a small smile.

"Sure, I'd like that" you nodded with a smile.

"By the way, you shouting at Micah like that and doing it in Spanish. It was incredible" Javier complimented, chuckling quietly.

"Really?" you asked and Javier nodded. "Well, I can do it again if you'd like" you joked.

"Maybe another time" Javier shook his head, he'd rather just sit here with you for a little while longer.

A comfortable silence fell over you both as you just looked at each other for a moment, smiling affectionately. It was Javier who started to lean in first, watching for your reaction but you didn't pull away. His lips brushed against yours and you close the gap, meeting him in a proper kiss.

Javier couldn't help but smile into the kiss, he had been waiting to kiss you for so long and now he finally had you in his arms. For now he could just swallow his embarrassment over gushing about you and flirting with you every chance he got, only now knowing that you had understood every word.

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