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False Confidence: Chapter 19

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.5k

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You groan in protest as your alarm pierces the cloud of your sleep. You and Nat stayed up way too late after she kicked Charlie out to return to his hotel in the name of girls’ night. All the sugar from Nat’s room service certainly didn’t help but you’re definitely feeling the effects now. Light dances through the cracks in the drawn curtains as you flop onto your back and stare at the ceiling, trying to wake yourself up against the protests of your body. The game isn’t until tonight, but you and Javy are supposed to be meeting his family for brunch this morning. You roll over to see if you’ve unintentionally woken up Nat, but you’re surprised to see her bed is empty. Confused, you grab your phone, squinting against the bright light of your screen as you try to make out the texts waiting for you. As your eyes adjust, your heart sinks and you feel anxiety start to coat your stomach as dread sets in.

***

“Man, what the heck?!” Javy protests, covering his head with a pillow as he tries to escape the sunlight streaming through the now-uncovered windows. He struggles to hold onto the pillow as his roommate drags it away. “Jake! Quit it!”

“Come on, Javy, we need to get moving.” Jake jerks the pillow away and Javy scowls at his best friend who’s standing over him.

“Why? The game isn’t until tonight, why the heck are you waking me up at,” Javy squints at the digital clock on the bedside table, “seven AM? Dude, what gives?!”

“Coach called, we have a last-minute morning practice.” Now that wakes Javy up.

“WHAT?!” He’s fully awake now, sitting up and he sees that Jake is dressed for practice, a grim smile on his face.

“The bathroom’s yours, I figured I’d give you as much extra time to sleep as possible, I know you went to bed late last night.”

“I have breakfast with my family at 9!” Jake winces and gives Javy an apologetic look.

“I had plans too, but Coach’s word goes. We need to be at the rink in thirty.” Dread fills Javy’s stomach as the reality of his situation becomes clear. He’s not going to be able to make brunch, which on the surface is nothing, but he was supposed to introduce you to his family this morning, and you were joining them for breakfast. As he thinks about you his stomach drops even lower. He needs to talk to you about what happened last night. He’d been planning to do it before breakfast. He had it all planned out. He was going to meet you beforehand, and then go down to breakfast together afterwards. Now he’s not only going to miss breakfast, but he’s not going to get a chance to talk to you either. And given that this practice wasn’t planned, he has no idea when he’ll be done and whether he’ll be able to make a later brunch or even see you before the game.

Javy loves Coach Dare. She’s hands-down the best coach he’s ever had. She’s meticulous and incredibly observant. Despite her seniority, she’s always making time to work with players one-on-one and giving them individual feedback. The only downside of being that good of a coach is that she’s extremely dedicated, so if she thinks that they need an extra practice this morning, she’s going to call one. Javy groans deeply before grabbing his phone, trying to figure out how he’s going to handle this. The idea of just canceling on you with a simple text feels inherently wrong and he types out a quick message in the family group chat before dragging himself to the bathroom. He doesn’t have long before he needs to leave, but if he can be quick getting ready, maybe he can stop by your room and talk to you before heading out.

Twenty minutes later, Javy’s standing outside your door, trying to muster up the courage to wake you up for a conversation that definitely shouldn’t be had half-asleep. He feels guilty for waking you up, but he knows he needs to talk to you sooner rather than later, Zam’s words echoing in his brain as he knocks. The action is met with silence before he tries again. Again, silence. He sighs, fidgeting with his phone as he considers calling you. He knocks one more time, and when you still don’t answer, he calls you. He’s sent straight to voicemail, you must have your phone on silent for the night. He gnaws on his lip as he tries to decide what to do. He needs to talk to you, but with every minute that ticks by, it becomes clear that that’s not happening. Resignedly, he shoots you a text, explaining that he’s not going to be able to make breakfast due to the impromptu practice and that he’s sorry for having to bail on you. As he hits send, his phone buzzes with a message from Jake telling him to hurry up and he heads for the elevator with a heavy heart.

***

The first message is from Nat, explaining in an annoyed tone that Coach Dare called an impromptu morning practice and she had to go and help. The second message is from Javy, explaining the same in a more apologetic way, also adding that he won’t be able to make breakfast. You’re supposed to be meeting Javy’s mom and sisters this morning at breakfast at the restaurant downstairs. Nerves kick up as you realize that you’re going to have to go alone. Javy doesn’t mention that breakfast is canceled or shifted back, simply that he can’t make it. You don’t have any of his family’s phone numbers to ask if breakfast is still on, so you’re going to have to assume that it is.

You’d hoped to have a chance to talk with Javy about what happened last night, but that also seems impossible now, just adding to your anxiety as you collect your things and head back to your own hotel room.

You go through the motions of getting ready, trying to ignore the dread in your stomach as you prepare for the elevated stakes of this breakfast. You look at your reflection in the mirror as you start second-guessing your choice of outfit. You’d chosen a yellow sundress that you were sure Javy would like, but now you’re wondering if it’s an odd choice for meeting his family. You would’ve been meeting them anyway, you tell yourself, even as your heart patters with fear at the idea of meeting them alone. In the end, you decide to keep the dress, trying to keep to your plans as much as possible, even if they’ve been turned on their head.

Thankfully you know what the Machado family looks like thanks to photos that Javy’s shown you so you find their table easily once you reach the restaurant. You put on what you hope to be an amiable smile that hides the pounding of your heart as you approach. Javy’s older sister, Isadora, catches sight of you and waves brightly and the other three women at the table turn to look at you. As you get closer, you can hear your blood in your ears. The table is set for six and you really wish Javy was here. When you reach the table, Cece, one of Javy’s other sisters gets up and comes over to greet you. You’re about to extend a hand when she wraps you in a hug, giving you a quick squeeze.

“Roadie, it's so nice to finally meet you! I love your dress!” She guides you to an empty seat next to Isa. “We weren’t sure if you were still coming after Javy had to cancel. He kind of failed to mention whether we were still doing breakfast, but we figured we’d show just in case, and in the worst-case scenario we still get to eat, but I’m so glad you could make it!” You try to relax but your spine is ramrod straight. “Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Cece, this is Phie,” she squeezes the shoulder of the younger woman next to her, “that’s Isa, she nods at the woman sitting next to you, and then that’s our mom, of course.”

“Laverne, it’s so nice to meet you, Roadie.” Javy’s mother extends a hand to you and you wipe the sweat off your palms hurriedly before taking it and shaking. “Thank you for meeting us this morning, even if Javier couldn’t make it.”

“Of course, I’ve been really looking forward to meeting all of you.” You pray that your voice doesn’t shake as you speak up.

“You’re telling me, we’ve been dying to meet you!” Phie pipes up. “It’s just like Javy to finally get a girlfriend and then have to miss us meeting you for the first time, I’m sure he’s sweating bullets right now at the idea of all of us meeting without him.” She grins conspiratorially and you see the similarity between her and Javy.

“And for extra practice too? How bad are they?” Cece rolls her eyes and you feel a twist in your gut.

“They’re actually having a pretty good season, I think? People seem to think so, at least.”

“Do you follow hockey?” Isa asks and you shake your head, embarrassed.

“Not really, I didn’t know anything about it when I went to my first game. I’m learning though, Nat’s been teaching me.”

“Nat! Oh, I love Nat! Isn’t she just the best?” Phie chirps and you smile and nod. “I can’t believe she’s working for the Dogfighters, that’s so cool. Back when they were in high school, I definitely thought she and Javy would get together.” This is a surprise to you, but Cece shuts it down with a snort before you can start worrying.

“There’s no way Nat would go for Javy, he’s not her type.” Given what you’ve seen of her and Charlie, you’re inclined to agree. “Plus, what do you know?”

“Didn’t they go to prom together?” Phie shoots back.

“So? Javy was Javy, remember? All the girls wanted to go with him, but he didn’t want to. So he took Nat as friends to stick it to them since she didn’t have a date either. I don’t think either of them wanted to go, really.”

“How can you not want to go? It’s your senior prom! Not to mention, Javy won prom king! Imagine if he didn’t go!”

“Girls,” Laverne makes an attempt to steer the conversation back on track.

Phie rounds on you, then. “Roadie, did you go to your prom?” You swallow hard before nodding as you struggle to find the words.

“I did,”

“And you took a date?” Phie pushes and you nod again.

“Yeah, but he wasn’t my boyfriend.” You try to ignore the memories of that night rising to the surface.

“Just a friend then?” Cece asks.

You give her a nervous smile, “Yeah, something like that.” You need to steer the conversation away from you so you pivot back to Javy. “So Javy and Nat went together? I know they’ve been friends since high school.” Phie nods.

“Less of friends, more of menaces-in-arms,” Cece says with a roll of her eyes.

“I’ll say,” Isa pipes up. “You’re lucky you only had one year of high school with them.”

“Speak for yourself, they got progressively worse and I had them as seniors.”

“Girls,” Laverne interjects again before turning to you, “Javier says that you’re a teacher, Roadie?”

You nod, “I teach kindergarten at a private elementary school in San Diego. I’ve been at Acacia Academy for a few years now.”

“How long have you known you wanted to be a teacher?” Isa asks and you brighten, happy to talk about your job.

“Growing up, I found myself observing my teachers a lot. I appreciated the patience they had to have to manage all of their students. Sure, they had to teach them in an educational capacity, but they were also some of the most influential adults in our lives. Especially in elementary school, teachers are a third parent in a lot of ways. By the time I was in high school, I knew I wanted to teach, but once I went through high school, I knew my area of focus needed to be younger. I can’t imagine teaching high schoolers, and even middle schoolers are a lot more rowdy than I’m comfortable with. I love kids, and there’s something so special about having the privilege of being one of their first teachers. As a kindergarten teacher, I’m their first impression of elementary school, so it’s important to set the tone that school is fun and learning doesn’t have to be this thing they dread. Admittedly that means the stakes are high, but I love being able to be the one to show them that.”

“What drew you to Acacia Academy?” Laverne asks and you try to ignore the bitterness that fills your stomach.

“Before teaching there, I tried public school but it wasn’t for me. I didn’t like how big the schools are, it makes learning more impersonal when you have so many students, and personally I’m more comfortable in smaller schools. That being said, there are definitely downsides to working at a private school, but the joy I get from teaching the kids outweighs that.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Phie speaks up and you turn to her. “I know it’s maybe getting ahead of things, but Javy said you guys were in a fake relationship before you started dating him. Why? He said he did it because Zam wanted to fix his public image, but why did you? What was the benefit of dating Javy?”

You try and hide your wince. “Well, one of the downsides of working at Acacia is that my boss, Principal Jackson can sometimes be capricious, and without a public school board to keep him from getting out of hand, he sometimes makes arbitrary decisions. The day I met Javy, we had a staff meeting at which he said that while it wasn’t a hard and fast rule, he’d be taking our relationship statuses into consideration when reviewing our contracts for next year.” Phie’s jaw drops and Cece and Isa look surprised as Laverne’s brows furrow.

“Some of the teachers are a little more cavalier in their personal lives, and sometimes that slips into their professional one, especially amongst some of the single teachers. So I think this was his way of trying to crack down on that without angering people with a full-on ban on inter-teacher dating. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time and I was worried that it would have an adverse effect on me being able to keep my job. That being said, I wasn’t really interested in trying to find a boyfriend just to secure my teaching contract for next year. I didn’t really date before Javy. And then that night I met Javy at the hockey game.” You stop there, assuming that your story has caught up to the version they know but after examining their waiting faces you realize they may not know what comes next.

“Okay, but how did you meet him? And you said you don’t keep up with hockey, so why were you at the game?” Phie asks. Your stomach twists as you realize that Javy hasn’t bothered to discuss the minutiae of the beginning of your relationship with his family, and while you don’t blame him, you’re not exactly thrilled about having to be the one to break the news.

“So, one of my colleagues and friends is Josie Fitch who teaches fourth grade at Acacia. Her husband, Reuben, plays on the Dogfighters. Josie’s always invited me to come with her and her kids to the games, and I finally accepted that day. I’d never been to a hockey game and honestly, it was a lot. I got separated from Josie in the rush after the game and got lost in the arena. I guess I ended up somewhere that wasn’t public access and I ran into Javy.” You pause, trying your best not to visibly wince as you continue your story. “He mistook me for a fan, since I was wearing a sweatshirt Josie got me, and thought I came looking for him since I guess he usually hooked up with girls after games.” You swallow. “And then he kissed me.” Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment. You watch the shock register on the faces of everyone at the table. Even Laverne’s cool and collected expression is broken by the sharp rise of her eyebrows and purse of her lips. “Long story short, apparently someone got a photo of the kiss through a window nearby and I ended up in the tabloids. Zam called me in to try and get ahead of any lawsuit I might want to file based on sexual harassment, which I wasn’t planning to anyway, and Josie suggested a mutually beneficial agreement where Javy would have a girlfriend to convince the media that he had settled down and I would have a boyfriend so I’d have a better chance of keeping my job.”

Cece has her head in her hands. “That idiot,” she shakes her head. “I knew he was stupid, but that really takes the cake. What kind of person kisses some random girl he’s never met without even asking who you were?”

“Our brother, apparently,” Isa says grimly. “So you guys started fake dating?” You nod. “He said you were fake dating before you were regular dating, but he never really explained why it started in the first place.”

“He didn’t lie, necessarily,” Phie speaks up. “He said he met you through one of the guys’ wives, which I guess is true.”

“He probably didn’t want to embarrass you,” Isa says after a moment. “Or himself, but we already know he’s an idiot. When he finally told us about you, he was the most earnest I’ve ever seen him. He probably didn’t want to introduce anything that would make us make any assumptions about you before we actually met you.” You nod.

“I’m not mad at him for it, I just wish he’d told me you didn’t know. Though I’m sure he would have preferred to tell you himself, he just expected to be here today.” The two other girls nod somberly.

Javy’s mom has been quiet this whole time and you find yourself glancing at her nervously. She catches your gaze and straightens, a sigh on her lips. “You had every reason to bring a lawsuit against Javy, and yet you didn’t, why? I understand you managed to gain something out of your mutual agreement, but the money you would have received from the lawsuit would have been substantial.”

You sigh, trying to ignore the twinge of shame at the mild insinuation that you could have used Javy to make a quick buck. “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I’m a pretty private person, and I already had my face all over the tabloids. Sure, the press would move on, but people at my job saw the photo and that was already drawing unnecessary and unwanted attention to me. I just wanted to forget it happened and move on with my life. I didn’t even want to go and talk to Zam when she contacted me, I only went because Josie pressed me to. Even the fake-dating agreement wasn’t my idea, it was Josie’s. She saw that I was stressing out about potentially losing my job and offered me a way out.”

“Sure, it pushed me out of my comfort zone and straight into the spotlight but it wasn’t about me anymore. I love my job, and I love the kids that I work with. I did it for them. You’re right, I could work anywhere, but there’s something about the kids at Acacia. They’re usually the kids of wealthy or prominent parents. They don’t always get what you’d consider a normal childhood. Some of them are forced to grow up too fast. They deserve to be able to feel like normal kids as long as possible, and so I want to create an environment in the classroom where they can just be themselves and learn and grow together.”

“As I mentioned earlier, kindergarten is their first experience in elementary school. It sets the tone for the rest of their years at the school and maybe even how they approach education for the rest of their lives. I take my job very seriously and I love my students, so if I had to sacrifice my personal comfort to keep my job that was going to affect a lot more people than just me, it was worth it in my eyes.”

“I was never going to sue Javy. It’s never been about me, and even if I did want to, just because I teach at a private school doesn’t mean I make much more than the average teacher. I don’t have the money for a lawyer. Josie offered to pay for one if I wanted it, but I didn’t, that’s just not me.” You shrug.

“And I know what it looks like.” You twist your hands in your lap nervously. “I trapped Javy in a fake relationship, and seduced him, all in a ploy to get access to him and his money, but I’m telling you right now, that that’s not me. When I first started dating Javy, I was so uncomfortable, and I hated it. The only other time I dated someone was back in high school and it turned out that he only dated me as a dare.” Your gut twists. You never used to talk about Andrew and yet now the words flow so naturally, like you’ve abandoned the shame that held you captive for so long.

“I didn’t really have friends growing up, and I got used to being alone until I met Josie. When I started dating Javy I was so in over my head.” You let out a nervous laugh at the memory. “Even just hugging him or holding his hand made me so anxious that I wanted to throw up, nothing felt natural, and I guess it wasn’t. But he was so patient with me, he never pushed me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with, and he always looked out for me even when he didn’t have to. I had a panic attack on our first date and he talked me off the ledge. When my car got wrecked, he lent me his car. He and Jake came to career day and taught my students about being a hockey player.” Your lips twitch in a fond smile. “Even when we decided to end the fake relationship, he just wanted to be my friend. He’s not perfect, but he’s always trying. Even when he messes up, he still tries. It’s what made me fall in love with him.” You squeeze your hands in your lap as the words come out yet again. Mentally you curse yourself for telling yet another person that isn’t Javy.

“You really love each other,” Isa speaks up, a fond smile on her lips. You nod, cheeks heating. Before, you might have brushed off the fact that a Javy loved you but his words from last night echo in your mind. You turn back to Laverne, waiting for her to say something, anything as your heart thunders in your chest.

Finally, she speaks up, “Javy’s never been easy. People rarely are, but some are harder than most. Very few people truly know him, especially with the persona that he chooses to show to the world. It’s always worried me. I know I raised a better man than the one that the world gets to see. I’m glad that you see him.” Her eyes are still unreadable but her soft smile fills you with relief.

“Just because someone’s not easy, doesn’t mean their not worth loving. We’ve taught each other that, I think. It’s something new to both of us but we’re figuring it out together.” Laverne nods at your words.

“You’re very wise, Roadie.” She remarks and your cheeks heat.

“I’m not sure about that, I think it’s just a byproduct of overthinking everything.” You admit with a nervous laugh.

“How you reach a result doesn’t change the result,” she says and you fall silent, unable to argue with that.

“So Roadie, Javy says you’re an artist?” Cece pipes up, changing the subject. You nod.

“I paint.”

“He sent me pictures of your gallery exhibit and you’re really good!” You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I mean it! I’m an art curator, I should know.” She says with a smirk and your eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re a curator?” She nods.

“I work for a museum right now, so not gallery work, but before this, I worked freelance for galleries around New Orleans as well as for a few private collectors. I’ve seen a lot of art, so let me say, you have a lot of promise if you want to take your work commercial. Freelance work gave me a great network, and I’d love to recommend you to some of the people I know. I know your work doesn’t give you a lot of flexibility to travel, so I can see if I’ve got any contacts who work in Southern California or if they know anyone. And then of course, if you wanted to come down to New Orleans this summer, I could absolutely get you into some exhibitions. If you send me your portfolio, I’ll spread it around.”

You’re dumbfounded. You’ve always loved painting and dreamed of a future where you’d be able to share it with the world and even sell it to supplement your income, but it had always been a pipe dream more than a goal. You’d gotten your first gallery show by chance, filling out some application that caught your eye the last time you visited the art museum. You hadn’t expected anything to come of it, but you’d tried not to let that stop you from trying. Now, here was Cecelia, offering you an actual chance to make your dream come true.

“Thank you,” you stammer, unable to hide your surprise at her kindness, “thank you so much, I’d love that!” She smiles warmly, clasping her hands in excitement.

“Perfect! I’ve been begging Javy to ask you, but he said it would be better coming from me, I’ve been obsessed ever since he showed me the painting he’s got in his living room. I’m jealous, honestly, it’s such a beautiful piece.” Your cheeks heat with pride at the praise. You hadn’t really considered who would see your painting when you agreed to sell it to Javy, you were just surprised that he wanted it and were way too focused on arguing with him about paying for it. He just shut down your protests, insisting that he wanted to be the privilege of being the first person to buy your art.

“You have to come visit this summer, Roadie, whether you decide to show off your art or not! You definitely should, it’s super good, but even if you decide not to, you have to come to New Orleans! It’s the perfect city for art lovers and I’m sure you’d love it!” Phie bubbles with excitement at the prospect.

Your heart warms at all the kindness and acceptance being shown to you. You’ve gotten used to having Javy around and the little bubble that’s your relationship and has grown into the Dogfighters family. And now you feel the Machados offering you entry into yet another family and you’re touched by how quickly and earnestly they’re welcoming you in. “What do you do, Sophie? I know Isadora runs a flower shop, Javy told me that.”

Phie waves you off, “It’s Phie, Isa, and Cece, no one calls us by our full names, I promise. Plus, you’re family now.” Your heart squeezes. “But as for me?” She lets out an exhausted groan and slumps over the table dramatically and you see a bit of Javy in the action, “I’m currently in the trenches getting my MBA. I want to get into sports management, so I’m trying to figure out if I need to go to law school to supplement that. Honestly, I’m sick of school, no offense, but if it's what I need to do, it’s what I need to do.”

You perk up at that. “You should talk to Bugs’s brother, Charlie, he’s in sports law. He’s here visiting a client so there’s a good chance he’ll be at the game tonight.”

Phie sits up, light in her eyes. “Really? That would be great!”

You nod, “I’ll introduce you.”

“Roadieeeee! You’re the best!” She bounds out of her seat and comes up behind you to give you a big hug and you’re touched. Once she makes her way back to her seat you turn to Isa.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you for the flowers. I know Javy bought them, but he said you helped him choose. I don’t know how you managed to guess it, but tiger lilies are my favorite.”

She gives you a knowing smile. “That’s my gift. It’s the reason that I love my job so much, there’s nothing more fulfilling than helping someone pick flowers for someone when they don’t know what to get.”

“That’s amazing, I’d never even considered that before. You’re an artist in a way, I mean that’s what art is.” She nods.

“Unfortunately I’m absolute rubbish at actual art, but it feels like painting or even writing in a way. That’s the reason people used to associate flowers with language. They say something as long as you’re listening.”

“Give her a call when you get married, she’ll give you a discount,” Phie says with a cheeky grin and a wink your way that makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Phie!” Cece exclaims, elbowing her sister with a bemused smile.

“What?! I want to know! Javy’s such a boy, he doesn’t tell us nearly enough details!” She turns from squabbling with her sister to look at you earnestly, “So do you think you want to marry Javy?”

Your heart thuds at the idea of a future with Javy. You have no intention of giving him up, but you’ve been so busy stressing over the immediate future that you haven’t considered the details of a long-term one. You think about Josie and Reuben and you allow yourself to imagine a life where you’re in a similar situation. You and Josie raising your kids together while your husbands, your heart flutters at the thought of the word, travel for a living. It won’t be easy. You know better than to romanticize the life you’ve been observing for months now. You’ll have to do a lot alone, and Javy won’t always be around to help. But even as you consider the downsides, you think about summers where both you and Javy will be free to enjoy every moment with your kids during vacation. The sweet summers will make up for the hard winters, and while it won’t be perfect, it’ll be yours. You realize that you want that, more than you expected. “Not right this second,” you admit. “I want to take things slow since this is my first real relationship, but one day,” you take a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I would.”

Phie screeches with excitement and Laverne gives her a stern look even as her own lips curve upwards. Isa and Cece can’t help their excitement even if they try to hide it. “We thought the day would never come!” Phie exclaims dramatically. “And here I was thinking he’d die alone in the basement of my mansion!”

Isa snorts at that. “What mansion? You live at home.”

Phie feigns affront. “For now, but once I’m a kickass sports manager, and I steal the Dogfighters from Beau Simpson, I’m going to have a California McMansion for me and my cats!” Cece rolls her eyes and you chuckle at their comfortable antics. It reminds you of the Dogfighters and the way Jake and Javy bicker.

You’re torn from your observation of the girls by Laverne’s hand on yours. You turn to her to see her smiling at you softly. “Thank you,” she says and you can’t help the way your heart flips at the sincerity of her words. “Javy’s important to all of us, and I can see he’s important to you too. So thank you, for being patient with him. As his mother, I’ve had decades of practice, yet sometimes even I don’t know what to do with him. I can see him changing, growing into the man I always knew he was capable of becoming. Thank you for helping him with that, and giving him a reason to do so.”

“He’s a good man,” you admit. “He’s just afraid of letting the rest of the world see that. I’m lucky to have him. Really,” you feel tears prick the back of your eyes as you consider what your life would look like if you’d never met Javy. You’d still be lonely, pushing away Josie’s attempts to get closer to you, living in fear of trying anything remotely new and out of your comfort zone. Now you have friends, a family, and a future that you’re nervously excited to experience.

A/N: Roadie’s officially met the family and I think it went well! Javy and her still have an important conversation that they need to have, though 🫣

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I do not have rizz, I just have big green eyes and many concerning thoughts

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

And I Want To Make Her Mine

Summary: Javy thought it was too good to be true when he saw you, the girl he had crushed on for almost a year, standing in the Hard Deck. But there you were, looking just as beautiful as you always had. He thought maybe he’d finally get his chance with you after all this time. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one whose attention you caught.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Language, somewhat suggestive thoughts. The Blonde One™️.

Word Count: 3.9K 

Notes: Written for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge using the song Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield. Sorry it’s so late, Em! But hopefully some Javy content makes up for it. 

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Javy stood at the bar, waiting for Penny to bring him the beer that he ordered. He was the first out of his friends to arrive and he figured that there was no point in waiting for them. It had been a long week, and he was ready to unwind for the weekend before doing it all again come Monday. A flash of color caught his eye and he looked over for a moment, only to do a double take and have the wind damn near knocked out of him. He stuttered out your name as shock coursed through his veins. He had to be seeing things, he thought. But then your head turned, and those eyes he remembered so well widened in surprised recognition. 

“Oh my God. Javy?!” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head to try and clear it. His heart sped up in his chest when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight, but way too brief, embrace. “Hi. What-what are you doing here?”  

“I transferred to North Island, I start my new post on Monday morning,” you told him as you pulled away, smiling brightly. “Wait. Are you stationed here?” 

“I am,” he said, his smile matching yours. 

He couldn’t believe his luck that this was happening right now. You had been an administrative assistant at his last duty station, and he had harbored a crush on you for the year that he had been there. You were always friendly with him, matching his flirting at the same level, and the two of you had even grabbed drinks a few times, albeit with other people in attendance. He had never bucked up the courage to ask you out, but had promised himself he would finally bite the bullet as soon as he got back from his last deployment. He had the whole thing planned - dinner and dancing on the pier - only to never be able to actually follow through after orders of a permanent assignment at Top Gun. He had never expected to see you again, yet now you were here, standing right in front of him. 

As Javy quickly scanned your face, he took notice of how you were still just as breathtaking. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you for a moment too long. You were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tank top, the clothing hugging your curves in all the right places. He could feel his cheeks heating and quickly looked back up to meet your eyes.

"Wow, small world," he said with a chuckle. "It's good to see you again." 

"It's good to see you too," you replied, your smile never faltering. "It's been what, a year?" 

"Too long," he said, feeling a little tongue-tied. He noticed that you didn’t have a drink in your hand just yet and opened his mouth to ask if he could maybe buy you one when a hand clapped roughly onto his shoulder, a familiar head of blonde hair saddling up beside him.  

“Well well well, who do we have here?” 

Javy turned to see Jake grinning mischievously, his green eyes trained on you. He felt his stomach twist nervously, knowing that look in his best friend’s eye all too well. Begrudgingly, he gave a quick introduction. "She was stationed down in Florida with me, but is transferring here. We were just catching up," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to you and him. 

“Nice to meet you," Jake said, flashing you a charming smile. “It’s an absolute sin that you don’t have a drink in your hand, darlin’. You mind if I fix that for you?” 

His eyes widened and panic washed over him when he realized what it was Jake was doing. Either his best friend hadn’t recognized that Javy was about to do the same thing or he simply didn’t care. Either way, he was shooting his shot, and much to his own dismay, you were laughing at the line the blonde had served you. He stared at him with a clenched jaw, missing the way you glanced at him first, a moment of silence passing before you agreed to the proposition. 

Before he even really knew what was happening, Jake was placing a hand on the small of your back and turning to the bar to order you a drink. At the same time, the rest of his friends arrived, and Javy was dragged into a conversation with Phoenix and Rooster about something that had happened earlier that day. He kept trying to wrap up the conversation without being rude, and when the two fellow aviators finally retreated to the pool table, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to where you and Jake had been leaning against the bar completely intending on reasoning his conversation with you and hopefully nudging his best friend out of the way. But when he laid eyes on you, his heart sank. 

You were laughing at something Jake said, your body leaning into his. Your smile was wide and your face happy, and it was so clear that you were enjoying yourself. You brought your hand up to rest against Jake’s bicep as you threw your head back and laughed, and it felt almost like he was being punched in the face. 

Instead of interrupting like he had intended, he threw the rest of his drink back and left the bar. 

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Javy knew he would only get away with ignoring Jake for so long, and he was proven right first thing Monday morning when he was changing into his uniform after hitting the gym on base before their morning brief. 

“Where’d you disappear to on Friday night?” 

“Didn’t feel good all of a sudden,” he mumbled in response, and really, he wasn’t technically lying. He still felt sick imagining you with him, and he had spent all weekend moping about it. 

“That why you dodged my texts, too?” 

“Yup.”

Jake snorted, clearly amused by the answer, and Javy felt a flare of annoyance course through him. 

“Well you missed a good night. That girl you introduced me to is something else. Did you know she was from Texas?” 

Javy did know that, and he was suddenly incredibly resentful that Jake did, too. It was something that he would have in common with you, and just another reason why he was sure the blonde might be more appealing. From what he remembered, you loved talking about home.

“We were thinking of grabbing dinner this week, you sh-“

Javy slammed his locker shut with more force than intended, the sound of metal clanging echoing in the open room. Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Javy paid him no mind as he finished zipping his flight suit. “Good for you, man. Hope y’all have a great time.” 

He checked the blonde’s shoulder on his way out the door, ignoring the call of his name and the “what the fuck” that followed. 

When he walked into the briefing room a few minutes later, he stopped short of his seat. You were standing at the front of the room flipping through papers with Admiral Simpson. You glanced up once you handed the senior officer what he needed and met his eyes. Your face lit up and you waved happily. Javy wasn’t able to stop the tug at his lips, even if it was tinged with sadness. He raised his hand to wave back - you really did have the best smile. 

Then Jake entered the room behind him, and Javy had to wonder who it was you were directing it to to begin with. 

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Javy knew that he was staring. He couldn’t help himself, not when you looked that good. You were sitting at a table in the back of the bar, shamelessly drinking a glass of sparkling wine in a bar that usually only saw beer and whiskey. You wore one of those flowy skirts that fluttered around your calves, a graphic t-shirt tied in a knot above your belly button. Your hair was down and a little wild and your skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. But it was your smile that really drew him in. It was blinding, radiant, and the most beautiful thing he thought he had ever seen. 

But it wasn’t aimed in his direction. 

No. Instead, you were smiling at his best friend. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        He wanted to look away, to stop torturing himself like this, but he couldn’t. It had been a few weeks since you had come to California, and Javy hadn’t gotten used to the sight of Jake beside you. Here, in the cafeteria at work, even walking down the hallway a few times. It was a constant reminder that he had missed his shot. 

He knew he had no right to feel this way. After all, he had never made a move on you, never even hinted at his feelings. Jake had been the one to pursue you, and clearly, he had succeeded. Too bad that didn’t stop Javy’s mind from drifting to what could have been. He wondered what it would be like to be the one to make you smile like that, or the one who was allowed to wrap his arm around you and pull you close. He pictured himself leaning in to steal a kiss, to taste the Prosecco on your lips, to feel the warmth of your body against his or whisper something in your ear that made you shiver. 

He was drawn to you in a way that he couldn't explain, and he found himself wanting to stay there, watching. But then you threw your head back and laughed at something he couldn’t hear, and he knew he had to snap out of it. 

He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and stood from the stool he had been perched on, not even bothering to say anything to the rest of his friends as he walked back to the bar. Maybe it was time to move on, to let go of this hopeless crush he’d been harboring and focus on finding something new. The best way to start that, he rationalized, was getting another drink. 

He put his order in with Penny, smiling kindly when she slid a fresh pint glass across to him. “Thanks, Penny. Put it on my tab?” 

“It’s already paid for,” she told him. 

“What?” 

She nodded behind him as she moved on to the next customer, and the wink she gave him seemed almost like she was in on something that Javy was entirely missing. He turned in the general direction of where she was indiciating, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes met yours almost immediately. You smiled at him brightly as you waved. Despite everything he had just said, that smile aimed in his direction sent his heart racing. 

Javy sighed when you started beckoning him over. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could handle being so close to you with how his thoughts were currently racing. He was surprised when he took note of Jake no longer being beside you, and a quick glance showed him walking in the direction of the dart board where Rooster and Fanboy were standing. It was the first time the blonde hadn’t been at your side when you were in the same vicinity since you had come into town, and he felt like a terrible friend when it made his decision a little bit easier. At the very least, he could thank you for the drink. 

He tried to keep his face neutral even as his heart rounded in his chest as he made his way over to your table. "Hey,” he said, forcing a smile and trying to sound casual.

“Hey, Javy,” you grinned, and you sounded genuinely happy to be speaking to him. You patted the seat beside him, telling him to sit. He did so after a moment of hesitation, and being so close to you immediately had him reeling.  “Where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?”

“I’ve barely seen you since I ran into you here! It feels like you’re dodging me,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink, and Javy felt his face heat. He hadn’t thought he was being obvious in how he was avoiding both you and his best friend as he worked through the emotions he was feeling. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve just been….busy.”

“Ah.” You didn’t look like you were buying it, and Javy didn’t blame you. It was a weak excuse, and he had to mentally slap himself for not coming up with something better than that. But you didn’t look mad, either. If anything, to his confusion, maybe the look you gave him was even a little amused. 

“Well, I hope you’re not too busy for a round of pool,” you said with a cheeky grin. “I’m itching to beat you.” 

Javy couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your tone. It was one of the things that had always drawn him to you. You were so happy and playful. Still, he glanced over at the dart board before looking back at you. He cleared his throat lightly. “Not darts?” 

“No,” you answered simply. 

“Teams, then?” He pushed. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing it to himself.

You shook your head and he swore you leaned just the slightest bit closer to him. “No teams. Just us. Are you up for the challenge?” 

He took a deep breath and thought it over for just a second. The smart thing would be declining and getting up and walking away to save his own feelings. But you were smiling so sweetly at him and from this close, he could smell your sweet perfume, and your skin looked so soft. He took a somewhat shaky breath and took a sip of the drink in his hand, before he let a smirk cross his face. 

“I don’t know. You might regret asking me to play against you.”

You laughed so prettily, your hair shaking around you when you threw your head back. 

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant Machado?” 

It felt so reminiscent of how the two of you used to talk to each other that Javy couldn’t help but lean into it. He shook his head with a smile. “No, just a warning.”

You laughed again and stood up, grabbing your drink and motioning for him to follow you. You sent him a wink that went right through him. “Well, let’s see if you can handle me.”

The words sent a shiver down his spine. He followed you to the pool table, his eyes locked onto your hips as they swayed in front of him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them pressed against him. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away and focus on the game at hand. You set your drink on the table and grabbed a cue stick, holding it out for him to take. 

“You break,” you said, your eyes daring him, but for what he wasn’t really sure. Javy took the stick from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and straight to his heart. 

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, positioning himself carefully before taking the shot. The balls scattered across the table, and Javy watched as the white ball sank a solid, followed quickly by a stripe. You clapped your hands together, a wide smile on your face. 

“Looks like we have a game on our hands,” you teased, leaning over the table to take your shot. Javy couldn't help but watch the way your body moved as you lined it up, sinking a solid easily in one of the corner pockets.

As the game went on, Javy's focus began to wane. He was too distracted by you, by the way you moved, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your body when you brushed against him. He found himself wanting to touch you, to feel you closer, to know what it was like. He was getting lost in the way you moved, and how your eyes lit up when you made a particularly good move. 

For a while, he could pretend that he had a shot. 

“Victory!” 

Javy groaned as you yelled out your success once the final ball was sunk. You threw your arms up in triumph, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face him. He couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, even though he had just lost in a somewhat embarrassing fashion. 

“That did not go the way I anticipated.” 

You laughed at his disgruntlement, the sound ringing like music in his ears. “Thanks for playing with me,” you said, “I had fun.”

“Me too,” Javy replied, smiling softly. “Although I think you might have hustled me a little bit.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I’m just good at pool.”

Javy chuckled. “You’re good at a lot of things.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, not saying anything in response. He worried, for a moment, that he had said too much. Silence passed between the two of you. It was like there was something unspoken hanging in the air, something that both of you could sense but neither of you could quite put into words. He swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling aside. He didn't want to ruin the moment, not after how much fun he had just had with you. 

Finally, you took a deep breath, and he swore it sounded a little shaky. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, looking at him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad we did this.” 

“Me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

But like a physical reminder that all good things have to come to an end, he caught a glimpse of Jake watching you from across the bar. There was a strange look in his best friend’s eye, something that looked almost like excitement, but Javy couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. Still, he could feel the weight of it settling in his stomach. 

He cleared his throat, setting his pool cue down to lean against the wall. This time, the smile he sent you was strained. “I should let you get back to Jake.”

To his surprise, a look of confusion crosses over the delicate features on your face. You glance behind you to where the blonde is before looking back at him, your eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. “I know you two have been…spending time together,” he said, and despite how hard he tried, the words tasted sour in his mouth. 

“I mean, yeah. But…wait.” 

Your pretty eyes widened and you shook your head, your hair shaking as a grin started spreading across your face. Javy felt more confused than he had all night, and for some reason, embarrassment was starting to settle in, too. 

“What?”

“Oh gosh. Javy. Me and Jake?”

“I…yes?” 

You broke out into a surprise bout of laughter, the sound like bells ringing in his ears. Your hand found his arm and you gave it a squeeze before letting it rest against his bare skin below where his shirt sleeve ended. Your hand felt so soft. He wanted you to keep touching him. "Oh, Javy. No. I thought Jake was kidding when he said that’s why you were probably dodging us left and right.” 

The pieces weren’t quite connecting as his mind fought to catch up, having gotten distracted by your touch. He floundered for what you were saying to make sense, but he came up short. “I…am so confused.” 

Your laughter peeled off into quiet giggles before quieting all together, and your face softened into something that looked understanding and hopeful at the same time. You took a step closer to him. His breath caught as his heart started to pound in his chest. 

“Jake and I are just friends, Javy. That’s all.” 

His pulse continued to race as hope set in. He played over every interaction that he had witnessed between the two of you over the last few weeks, realizing that maybe he had been a little blinded by the jealousy he had felt. He knew how Jake flirted and how he acted with women that he was into. Aside from that first night at the Hard Deck when he had introduced you, that intimacy had been absent. Instead, now that he thought about it, it had been a comfortable familiarity, not different from how they interacted with Nat or Halo or Rooster’s girlfriend.

He was starting to feel like an idiot. 

“Really?” 

“We have a lot in common. We talk about home a lot. But…I’m not into him. Someone else had already caught my eye.” 

He swallowed thickly, still not allowing himself to completely believe it. Your fingers still traced light circles on his arm. “Someone else?” 

You giggled softly, and then you raised on your toes and leaned in. There was a moment of hesitation, as if you were both waiting for the other to make a move, before you took it upon yourself to close the distance and your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was featherlight and over before his brain could even register it had happened. You were still smiling at him when you pulled away, your eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded slowly, whispering to him, “Someone else.” 

The words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he pressed his lips to yours again. Javy’s hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss intensified. It was like a spark had been ignited, and suddenly the kiss was deepening, becoming more passionate.

The rest of the bar seemed to fall away as you both lost yourselves in each other. Neither of you heard the excited yell of “finally” come from over at the dart board, completely caught up in the moment. Javy couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was here with you, kissing you. Finally, indeed. 

Finally, the need for air became too much and the two of you pulled apart, gasping for breath. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a warmth that made his heart skip a beat. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you admitted, biting your lower lip between perfectly white teeth. Javy’s chest swelled with affection and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more certainty. He felt the warm pressure of your lips on his, and the sensation was intoxicating. 

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said once he pulled back. He had been wanting to do so for weeks, now, and it seemed it was his own fault that he hadn't, yet. 

You brushed your nose against his, nodding. “I’d like that.” 

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will you marry me? // dagger squad x reader

howdy y'all !!! this was a random idea I had well over a year ago that I never actually finished and just found when clearing out my wips and thought it would be a fun little thing to post, so please enjoy the dagger squad and what engagement ring I think they'd pick !!! I didn’t even intend for it to be a recurring thing that the proposals don’t go to plan or are silly but I guess it’s just on brand for them lmao

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

this man is all about the classics - I mean, look at his bronco... he wanted to get you something simple with a bit of a modern twist. he's also a very sentimental man. he'd play it casual all week leading up to date night but surprise you by taking you to where you had your first date, whether that's a restaurant or a bar or the beach, and after the most perfect evening he'd propose with his mom's ring. because he's bradley and incredibly thoughtful, he'd also want you to have a ring that's only yours and I think he'd surprise you with that one randomly -- maybe after celebrating the engagement in bed that night, or the next morning over breakfast. you end up wearing Carole’s ring on your right hand (sometimes putting it around a necklace of hers Bradley also gifted you when you want to keep it extra safe) and your new ring on your left.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Jake is all flash, but that doesn't mean he lacks substance. he scours your pinterest board for weeks and asks all your closest friends for their input, but at the end of the day he trusts himself to get it right because he knows you like the back of his hand. you deserve only the best, and he wants you to park your pretty butt on the beach when he's flying by and to be able to catch a glare from the rock he put on your finger. he'd either propose in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store (which surprises him as much as you) after watching you hem and haw over which flavor to get and deciding to get all three - or, he'd go all out and plan the perfect vacation to a destination that's been on your bucket list and research the most romantic spot in the whole country and really there's no in between.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

our sweet man of few, but impactful, words. his ring choice and proposal is no different. he wants to get you something beautiful and unique, but neither one of you are known for being frivolous. he picks something modest that shows how well he knows you and how much he loves you. something about him screams christmas proposal - either at his family's snowy farm early in the morning before anyone has a chance to sweep you up in the festivities or in your shared home before heading to Mav and Penny's holiday dinner. either way, its just the two of you wrapped in your own bubble and you tease that Bob should be writing the proposals for hallmark movies because what he says is so perfect. you'd open a suspiciously wrapped gift you think is the worlds lightest pair of shoes but to your shock you find a ring, and Bob always regrets not setting up a camera to capture the priceless look on your face.

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Natasha never thought she was one for marrying until she met you, and she'd definitely get you something beautiful and intricate without sacrificing delicacy. she'd plan the perfect evening in and cook your favorite meal, but absolutely ruin your favorite cookies and while she's flustered and panicking over a sheet of what looks like coal you're just laughing and gazing at her with this dumbstruck look that translates to you're such an idiot and I'm so in love with you and when she catches it she can't help herself and it just flies out, really she nearly yells and you're just standing watching her fumble to get the ring out her pocket not realizing you'd already said yes before you even saw it.

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Much like Jake, he wants to get you something flashy but he was drawn to this one in particular because the band reminded him of airplane wings and he liked the idea of you not only having a token of his love on your hand every day he's on deployment, but one that has a little piece of his second love too. I think he'd definitely plan a big elaborate proposal but Jake's got a big mouth and didn't know you were at the bar and asks if he popped the question, only to see horror on Javy's face and you standing right behind him so he was really forced into it but of course you said yes because it was chaotic and imperfect and everything you could ever want.

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Mickey would definitely want to get you something a little funky - neither one of you are known for being super traditional, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to have the perfect ring. true to his nature as soon as it's in his possession he's a little too excited to wait to plan something out and while you're all snuggled up watching star wars for the hundreth time he just blurts out that wants to marry you and when you look at him in shock he thinks he's ruined it and offended you by not doing it properly but once you get your wits about you all you can say is 'of course I'll marry you, you big idiot'

Reuben 'Payback' Fitch

I think Reuben leans more towards the classics as well, but with a little something extra. your relationship has always been sweet and fun and lighthearted, and your proposal is exactly the same. he takes you to the putt putt course you had your first date at and proposes in front of the windmill, and you can't keep it together long enough to say yes because he dropped the ring in the hole and even when he retrieves it your 'yes' is hard to decipher around all your laughing.

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it’s not rotten work (not if it’s you)

summary: Four times you, Jake, and Javy danced around the truth, and the one time you confronted it.  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader x Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado word count: 4.2k warnings: idiots pining, mmf PiV (unprotected), m/f oral (receiving/giving, face sitting), cockwarming, hangman being hangman, light angst, dacryphilia a bit, mention of violence (stabbing), no use of y/n.  notes: companion fic to my 'a little bit of fun' drabble. thank you to sana and amelia (@laracrofted @theharddeck) for the inspiration! this one's definitely more heavy on the emotion, so please let me know what you think!! tagging: @sebsxphia @sometimesanalice @waklman @joaquinwhorres @gretagerwigsmuse @lewmagoo @genius2050 @seresinsweetie @teacupsandtopgun

one.

Neither Javy nor Jake really reacts when you’re the one to initiate conversation in your group chat.

Bad day. Someone pick me up?

Javy responds with a thumbs up and then a simple-Hangboy’s in the air. See you at 5.

Neither of you speak on the ride to their place; Jake’s usually the one to fill those silences. Javy just places his hand palm side up on the center console and wraps his fingers around yours when you place your hand in his. It’s the sort of companionable silence that stirs feelings you don’t really have the energy to identify.

An hour and a half later you’re settled in Javy’s lap, one of Jake’s old Navy shirts falling loosely around you, Javy’s cock inside you. It brings you a rare type of peace.

He’d made you shower and eat, guiding you through the motions with a tenderness somehow not at odds with his broad shoulders, the military uniform he’d removed when he climbed into the shower with you. You’d talked in low tones over a recipe of his grandmothers’, him coaxing you to tell him about your day. They already had a half-empty pint of your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer.

He’d undressed you from the waist down the same way he’d dressed you after your shower—gently, slowly, like you were something precious and fragile. You very pointedly did not cry. He took you apart on his tongue once, kneeling between your legs as you melted into the couch.

When he slid into you, your mind finally went quiet.

Javy’s got some game on in the background, the lull of the commentary giving you something to tune out as you drift. He’s solid and warm below you, inside you, a constant like the rate of acceleration due to gravity. Occasionally, he’ll shift or smooth his hand down your back or adjust the blanket that’s draped over you, but otherwise the two of you are still.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been napping til you hear keys in the door. You recognize Jake by footsteps alone, the way his keys jingle as they drop in the bowl by the door, the sound of him sliding his boots off til they land on the floor with a soft thump.

“Hey, thanks for getting her.” Javy nods against you, his chin bumping the top of your head where it’s buried in his chest, “She tell you what happened?”

Javy smooths your hair so his hand comes to rest over the ear not pressed into him, but you hear their conversation anyways, “Boss yelled at her in front of everyone for something that wasn’t actually a mistake. He didn’t apologize.”

The way Jake scoffs is muffled but your mind can picture his face, “I’m gonna give that asshole what’s coming to him one day. I keep telling her to quit. We’ll take care of her while she looks for another job. ”

Javy laughs gently, jostling you despite his best efforts, “And what? Get us dishonorably discharged in the process?”

It makes your chest clench when he says 'us' instead of 'you', as if Javy would be right there alongside him on your behalf. A pause, and Jake says something you don’t catch.

Javy’s response gets drowned out by the buzzer sound from the game, by the way his hand is still covering your ear. You only catch “never agree”.

Jake is apparently unsatisfied with Javy's answer because you can hear it in the way he leaves the room. You drift off again.

The next time you come to, it's because your dream had you squirming in Javy's lap, reminding you of how he still had you nestled on his cock. Then, there's a kiss being pressed to your forehead. You open your eyes to see Jake’s face in front of you, his hair dripping wet onto his shoulders.

"Hey baby," He murmurs before pressing your lips together.

It's heated, it's possessive, like he's trying to convey everything he feels he's unable to say through the way he licks into your mouth. Javy grabs the back of his neck so he can peck Jake, the kiss so chaste in comparison to the way Jake was just devouring you. It warms you beyond just the way Javy's body heat does.

They've been doing that more often, like they're discovering something beyond years of longing, beyond years of ribbing on each other to try and relieve what they didn't realize was sexual tension.

When you three finally make it to Javy’s bedroom, they take you apart the way they always do. But somehow, it’s infinitely more tender.

Javy fucks you first, rocking into you as you sprawl on his king size mattress. Jake’s there the entire time, kissing away your tears and petting over your stomach to press down on your lower abdomen.

Neither of them stops talking the entire time.

“So beautiful and smart, our girl—”

“I can feel Javy in you baby, you’re taking him so well—”

“God where would we be without you—”

You sob as you cum for the second time that evening, and Javy fucks you through it all. You’re so overwhelmed by the way their words wash over you like the sun on a summer day. The baritone of Javy’s voice murmuring “our girl” rattles around your mind til he finishes inside you.

Then it’s Jake’s turn. He’s just as, if not more, gentle than Javy.

Javy slips off the bed to go clean himself up. When he rejoins the two of you, Jake is already so close. He pulls out at the last minute, fisting his cock til he finishes on your stomach and chest, a punched out moan leaving him.

It’ll never cease to amaze you the way they manage to make you finish with such ease as Jake’s fingers find your clit and he plasters himself all over you so he can kiss you. It should be gross, the way his cum makes him slide a bit against you, but it grounds you instead. You can feel where the mix of you, Jake, and Javy is running down your thigh.

You’ve got Javy’s hand in a vice grip. They’re here, they’re real.

When it’s all said and done, Jake appears with a wet washcloth to wipe down your forehead, between your legs. Eventually, he carries you to the bathroom so you can pee and brush your teeth (“Javy got to carry you earlier while he was inside you, mind you, so it’s my turn.”).

Laying between them, you start to feel human again. You have half a mind to ask what they were bickering about earlier, but sleep is dragging you under before you can act on it.

two.

Jake's been irritating you all night. He begged you to come to the Hard Deck, claiming lonely since Javy was out of town for the weekend, some trip to DC neither of them wanted to discuss.

Distantly, you know this is how he shows affection. Like a teen boy, he’s poking and prodding at you. In between his turns at pool, he’s pulling you into his arms, grabbing at your waist, yanking on the ends of your hair. Something about Jake just requires he’s touching you at all times when you’re within his general proximity.

Natasha sets a beer down in front of you, before settling in across from you, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”

Your thing with Jake and Javy isn’t exactly a secret, but no one addresses it. It’s just sort of, there. The rest of the Dagger Squad seems to have just accepted the dynamic, brought you into the fold.

“Put up with him?” You nod at Jake, who’s trying to show Rooster some pool move that apparently requires one leg on the table. The tension between the two of them has eased considerably these days.

She laughs, “Either of them really, Hangman and Coyote. They feed off each other’s energy in the worst way sometimes, I think I’d go crazy.”

You’re silent, trying to figure out a way to respond. The three of you haven’t defined what this is, haven’t talked ‘feelings’, despite the amount of time you spend at their place, the way your days are filled with each other. You’re not sure how to explain that it just works somehow—on the outside it might seem like you lean into Javy more, but the reality is more complicated.

Jake and Javy are bonded by years in the Navy, nothing quite like constant near-death experiences to foster love. They do feed off each other, but in the way that they’re so familiar they’re almost one. Javy does steady you—but he also riles you up like no one else. Jake brings out the livelier side of you, but he’s also fiercely and openly protective of you.

You're stubborn and unmoving where Jake goes with the flow. You're snarky and sarcastic where Javy is calm, at ease. It just works.

Natasha just looks at you expectantly, and you shrug. Unsure of what to say.

You settle on, "They do drive me crazy, but I think I'm not totally gone yet."

Her laugh echoes above the background noise of the bar.

Back at the guys’ shared apartment, you fuck Jake slowly, keeping your lips pressed together. You whine into his mouth when he hitches your thigh up on his bicep, the position hitting something inside of you just right.

In that moment, he doesn't comment on the change of pace from your usual, more intense sex—he leans into it. He presses his lips to your forehead, then leans his against yours. His grip on your hip and thigh aren't as bruising as they usually are, they’re more grounding.

Jake always talks during sex, never shuts up. This time, he’s whispering more than anything else, and you can’t understand him. You want to ask but the way he’s fucking into you makes you lose all ability to speak.

When you finish, you keen and arch your back as Jake licks a stripe up the side of your neck. You shudder as he cums right after you. The two of you lay there for just a moment, taking deep breaths.

Jake presses his lips to your forehead one more time before pulling out and sitting up, "You wanna talk about it?"

Of course he noticed something was up–that's just who he is. A hurricane of a man, but still attentive to every little detail.

You consider him for a moment, his naked form, completely at ease with your eyes roaming over his body. You think of telling him about your conversation with Natasha, about the way it had made you think through the three of you. Instead, you shake your head and curl onto your side, and wait for him to get back into bed.

three.

Surprisingly, it’s Javy’s who’s been pushing you. Jake’s been hesitant to open his mouth on the subject, but you don’t miss the way he perks up slightly when you and Javy start getting into it again.

“I have a perfectly good apartment of my own, Javy!” It’s repetitive, like a swing dance, at this point. “I don’t get why you want me to move in.”

“Sweetheart, if you’d listen to me, you’d ‘get why’. You live in a bad area of town, and I’m laying awake every night worrying about whether to expect a phone call from the nearby hospital.”

Jake focuses intently on the crossword he’s pretending to do as you and Javy both stare at him expectantly. The last time he’d voiced his opinion, you’d threatened to call his mother and tell her he was trying to tell you what to do. Theoretically, he knows she’d be on his and Javy’s side, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with that.

(You haven’t threatened Javy in the same way, and he wonders if it’s because his mom is the only woman in this situation with a more stubborn disposition than you. Maybe it’s just because it’s Javy.)

"Well, maybe you should worry less." You snark. Javy doesn't respond and Jake can hear the way his eyebrow raises.

“Seventeen across, 'unconcerned',” Jake half mumbles to himself, half trying to break at least some of the tension.

“Perfunctory,” you snap at him from where you’re glaring at Javy, because of course you know.

"That's not an option, sweetheart." Javy's using the tone that says his decision is final, that he won't change his mind–it's one that you fucking hate.

Jake barely manages to stand up to intercept you when you turn around and head for the door, sans any of your possessions but your phone. He wraps his arms around you and refuses to release you despite the way you squirm indignantly in his hold.

He eases his grip just enough so he can lean down to whisper in your ear, "Baby, at least consider it?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake sees the way Javy just stares at the two of you. His expression is nearing anguish, and Jake gets it. The way you pull back every time they try to bring you closer feels like ripping barbs out of their skin. The emotional pain is so intense it rivals physical.

It’s not entirely about safety this time, not really.

"He's being a dick." You murmur, finally acquiescing and wrapping your arms around Jake's torso.

"We're not trying to control you babe, we want you here. He just maybe should've led with that. We want you to be safe." A little good cop, bad cop. Sorry, Javy.

To his surprise, you just say, "I know."

There's no fight left in any of you. Not since someone got stabbed outside your apartment building a month ago and the three of you, well, you and Javy, have been arguing non stop about it.

You just want it to stop—the tension every time you leave their apartment for work, the shared knowing that you won’t necessarily return. Jake clearly is getting sick of the arguing and you and Javy aren’t any less exhausted.

Turning around in Jake’s arms you look at Javy, “You—You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Javy’s in front of you in an instance, taking your face in his hands and kissing you fiercely, “I’m sorry, too. We care about you, we want you to be safe.”

There’s much left unsaid, but in that moment, all the words spoken are more than enough.

four.

When you wake up, you're alone in bed. You vaguely remember Jake getting up in the middle of the night and him and Javy talking in low tones as Jake got dressed. He kissed you goodbye and promised to come home safe. Javy had gotten back in bed.

The curtains let the gray of the morning light leak into the room, washing everything in a sort of hazy filter. There's clanking from the kitchen, but for just a moment, you let yourself lay there, absorbing the moment. The sheets still smell like that combination of Jake and Javy that lulls you to sleep every night.

For a second, you're overcome by a fear that one day you'll turn to your right and you won't be able to bury your nose into the pillow and smell Jake. He's only gone for the weekend, but it's that part of you that rears its head every time one of them leaves. Every deployment, every work trip they're not allowed to discuss, every morning they leave for training.

The bed dips next to you as Javy climbs in–you hadn't noticed him come back into the room. He smells like sweat just a bit, and you giggle sleepily when his fingers ghost up your ribs.

"Get out of the bed, Javy, you're sweaty," You groan, turning away from him as he drags you backward into his chest.

"Really," He laughs, "You didn't mind so much last night."

Despite your protests, you snuggle back into him, feeling the way his workout shirt slides against your bare skin. It's the sort of closeness that isn't just physical—it's about knowing your partners' boundaries, about knowing that they don't actually mind that you just came from the gym and then climbed right into bed. The sheets need to be changed anyways.

Javy kisses right below your ear and you hum happily. His lips ghost over your cheek but don't reach your lips.

"Go shower," You murmur as you turn around to kiss him.

He doesn't respond. He can't–not with the way you're flush against him, only wearing a pair of boxers where he’s only in a shirt. Not with the way you lick into his mouth lazily, humming when you taste the juice he drank. Not with the way your hands run down his stomach and grab clumsily at his hardening cock.

If you weren't awake before, you sure are now–especially with the way Javy's warm and calloused hands skim your nipples and lift your leg to hitch over his hip.

He rolls the two of you so his weight is pressing you into the mattress. There’s something so distinctly soothing about the position, the way he’s warm and heavy and everywhere on you. You move your hips in a steady rhythm against his.

When his hands find their way into the pair of boxers you stole from Jake, he finds you already soaking. You can feel the way he smiles smugly against your mouth. That just won’t do.

Shoving at his shoulder, he lets you turn the two of you over again. You kiss his neck, working your way down his body. Making a show of wrinkling your nose at his shirt, he yanks it off in one fluid, yet desperate, motion.

The instant you wrap your lips around him, his hands are in your hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re—”

He doesn’t get to finish his thought, not when you slide your mouth down the length of him, fighting your gag reflex at the way he nudges the back of your throat. There’s something so sensual about the way your nose almost brushes the curls at the base of him.

“Shit, shit, Jesus,” This is the way you like Javy best, all his boundaries down, just letting himself feel, “Your mouth is so fucking good, god, how do you—ugh, fuck!”

You’re pulling out every trick in the book. You fist the base of his cock in tight grip and let your spit ease the twist of your wrist. He shudders when you pull your mouth off him to lazily tongue at the sensitive spot at the underside of the head.

You know he’s getting close when his hips start thrusting, despite the way he usually holds himself back. The groan he lets out when he comes down your throat is guttural.

“You’re a menace,” He gasps out, and the glaze of his eyes is so familiar, so welcomed in the way that it makes your chest clench with pride and something else.

“You didn’t seem to mind just now,” Reflecting his words back at him before you make a show of swallowing deeply.

He drags you up his body while tugging off the boxers, “I mind because I wanted to fuck you.”

You giggle at the way he fakes his frustration, but you’re cut off when he lifts you up and over him til you land on his face. His strength never fails to stun you.

Javy settles you directly on his face. There’s still a part of you that feels overly exposed in the position but he wastes no time. He licks into you without reserve, burying his tongue in you and closing his eyes and humming in satisfaction.

Javy knows your body through and through—he knows what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, how he can drag this out or rush to the edge. This time, he’s savoring the moment, bordering on torture. His tongue is slow, purposeful, as it circles your clit and fucks into you slowly.

You can hear the way you’re whining as if you’re outside of your body. Your voice sounds foreign even as you beg Javy please, please, fuck right there, please don’t stop, please.

When you come you slam your hand on the headboard and moan something deep in your chest. Javy smooths his hands over your waist and ass as you come down, shaking slightly. He slides you off him and down the bed til the two of you are face to face again.

You think he might be murmuring something as he presses your lips together, again and again, but you can’t quite make it out.

plus one.

The Hard Deck seems so far away from here, where you and Javy are sitting on the beach behind it. Jake's only a few feet away, inside getting the three of you a round of beers. The noise of the crowd celebrating the end of another week is dim and distant.

You and Javy are sitting side by side, just barely touching. The heat radiating off him is unreal, as always. The two of you are talking about Jake and Javy's families, having drifted to the subject after recalling the way Jake's mom had squealed at the sight of you when she'd FaceTimed earlier in the day. His mom absolutely loves you.

He shrugs, “Momma and Amy knew about Jake and I before we did. I brought you up once and they figured it out.”

That surprises you. You knew Javy's mom and Jake's mom were perceptive, yet open, women, but you hadn't expected this—them seeing not just Jake and Javy for what they were, but the three of you, too.

You lean into him, snuggling close, "What did they say?"

He presses a kiss to your hair before answering, his words muffled with the way his lips move against your skin, "They said you had to be one hell of a woman to put up with us."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" You pull back from him, and shock paints his features.

He laughs, a bit uneasily, "Who else is saying that?"

"I'm not 'putting up with you', I love you, I love Jake, I love you both." You push yourself to standing, unexpectedly frustrated. The sweetness of the moment seems acidic now. It eats at you.

This was hard enough for you to accept. Hard enough to rationalize, to try and understand what it meant that marriage certificates were for two names, that it was 'partners' and 'couples', that the world generally worked in twos. That's enough to try and deal with–much less with those closest to you pointing out how difficult it must be for you.

Javy can't even savor the fact that you've just said you love him, that you love Jake–not when your lower lip is wobbling and your chest is starting to heave in that way when you cry.

"Hey, hey," Javy's voice is steadying, as he stands next to you and takes your hands, "Look at me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

It didn't even register to you that you're crying, but you feel it now. The telltale itch in your nose, the way your throat feels tight, your eyes watering. You rip one of your hands from his to wipe at your face messily.

"Woah, woah, what's going on?" Jake materializes next to you, the three beer cans dropping in the sand, forgotten in the instant he saw you crying.

"Everyone keeps trying to tell me it must be hard for me to love you, and it's not." Jake's mouth only drops a bit when you say love, an admittedly muted reaction in comparison to what you'd been expecting.

"I mean–" Jake starts, but he stops when Javy shoots him a look over your head. It's not the time for jokes.

He tries again, "We fought with you for a month to try and get you to move in with us, it's not hard for us to love you at all either."

For some reason, that just makes you cry harder as they pull you into them, "I didn't fight with you, I fought with Javy."

At that, the two men can't resist bursting into laughter.

"I'm-I'm sorry, sweetheart," Javy says as his laughter dies down, "We're not laughing at you."

You wipe at your tears hastily and giggle just a bit, "It is kind of funny."

“You love us?” Jake’s smile is cheeky, as much as it can be when he feels like you’ve split his chest open with your bare hands and are now holding his fluttering heart in your palms.

Fighting the urge to run or lie, you simply nod, “Unfortunately.”

Old habits die hard.

Later that night, when you’re pressed up against Jake’s chest with Javy at your back, they chant the words to you like a sacred prayer. They say it while they take you apart with their fingers, their tongues.

Jake says it in the way he curls his fingers inside of you, searching for the spot that makes your back arch and your thighs try to squeeze together. Javy says it in the way he inches ever so slowly into you, in the way that he tilts your hips so he can fuck your just so.

You say it in the way you trust them to see you so vulnerable, tears streaming down your face in pleasure, eyes rolled back. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Content Guide

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

☁️ - Fluff

💢 - Angst

🍬 - Sweet

📚 - Multi-Chapter

‼️ - Trigger Warnings

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

SERIES:

Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car) ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 02/14/2024

You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes (I’m Not a Game You Want to Lose) ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated: 02/13/2024

Sweet Home Alabama ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated : 02/17/2024

Once in a Blue Moon ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 01/23/2024

ONESHOTS:

I Can Be a Better Boyfriend Than Him ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Photo Finish ❤️‍🔥 ☁️

Lens Flare ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢

Kissing Somewhere Other than Lips (A Photo Finish Oneshot)❤️‍🔥 ☁️

And In The Middle of My Chaos There Was You ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 ‼️

Red Lips, Green Eyes, You’re Mine ❤️‍🔥 ☁️

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

SERIES:

You Are My Soulmate ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 07/30/2024

Dance Like We’re Making Love ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated : 11/21/2023

Law and Order ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated : 01/27/2025

ONESHOTS:

Daddy’s Little Princess ☁️ 🍬

Please Talk To Me. I need to know you’re alright ☁️ 💢 🍬

Straight on ‘Til Morning ☁️ 💢 🍬

Bookmark my Heart ☁️ 🍬

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

SERIES:

Look! Up In The Sky ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 Last Updated: 09/14/2024

ONESHOTS:

There's Nothing I Wouldn't Do: A Former Gunpowder & Lead Extra ☁️ 💢 🍬

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬

Robert 'B.O.B' Floyd

ONESHOTS:

Back to You 💢

Sex on the Beach (What a Treat) ❤️‍🔥 🍬

Sickles, Snowflakes, & Sharks ☁️ 🍬

The Cute One With the Glasses ☁️ 🍬

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

ONESHOTS:

'Tis the Damn Season ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 💢 

A Hazy Shade of Winter ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

ONESHOTS:

Firebird ☁️ 💢 🍬

Nothing Comes Close to the Golden Coast ☁️ 🍬

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

ONESHOTS:

Don’t You Forget About Me Part 1, Part 2 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚 COMPLETED Last Updated: 10/03/2023

[ofstoriesandstardust]

no one's ever had me, not like you (j.c.m.)

a/n: this is a small something something that is unofficially part of my unpublished midnight rain series. i owe a lot of this to @cottagecori for hearing "zoo date with javy to see the pandas" and absolutely running with it

summary: You and Javy go on a date to the San Diego Zoo together. It makes you feel like you’re finally getting the romance you had always wanted in high school. 

fully inspired by taylor swift's "so high school"

warnings: minimal editing, one or two swear words, kylie wrote FLUFF, they just love each other so much your honor

word count: 1.8k

“you knew what you wanted and, boy, you got her”

“Did you know penguins aren’t actually monogamous?” 

Your head jerks up from looking at the map, to look at your boyfriend who had just come back from the bathroom. “Wh- What?” 

“Penguins aren’t actually monogamous. Most species are but,” He sighs, sitting down on the bench next to you. Your eyes flicker over the way his shirt tightens as he leans back. “Not all are. Can’t be making blanket statements.” 

“Okay.” You say slowly, eyebrows furrowing. “Did you like, read that on a sign somewhere?” 

He taps his temple. “I just know.” 

You blink at him. “You’re so weird.” 

You look back down at the map, eyes flickering over the neighboring enclosures. “Okay, baby, I’m thinking we should go to the elephants next but I-” 

“Can I tell you a secret?” He’s leaned in close, chin propped up on your shoulder. 

“Sure.” 

“If I was a penguin, I’d only want to spend my fifteen to twenty years of life with you.” 

Your cheeks flame up in a way that has nothing to do with the San Diego sun beating down on you. “Javy.” You groan, nudging his shoulder. “Stop.” 

He gives you a lopsided grin, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Elephants are just fine my love. Can we stop and get my free refill first though?” He asks, holding up the bright pink flamingo souvenir cup that only a rich tourist could justify. “I’m hankering for a crisp Diet Coke.” 

-

You wrap your arms around Javy’s left as he sits next to you in the Sky Tram. He’s thumbing through photos of the day as you look out at the sky night. The city lights of Balboa and beyond are twinkling back at you, a sight that for once in your life doesn’t make your chest ache. 

It makes your eyes sting in a way that has nothing to do with the wind, as you think back on all the nights you’d spent up here, feeling so hopeless and lost, feeling like the weight of who you were would never be enough. Like your love of the city lights of San Diego would be the rock that buried you into a life that felt unlivable. 

“I love you.” You murmur and he squeezes your thigh. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

You sigh, tucking your head into your shoulder as his thumb starts rubbing soft circles on your bare skin as he tucks his phone back into his pocket. 

“Have I ever told you that being with you is like-” You falter, before humming. “I don’t know, it’s healing in a way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You shrug. “I don’t know, you make me feel like- like a little kid. Not- not in a bad way, but good. Safe, carefree, giddy. Like being with you is feeling that childhood excitement I had at my future, but every day. And I- you do all these things with me, like go on a date to the zoo, and you encourage me to do all the things I never got to do, like go in the photo booth and buy fun souvenirs and overpay for mediocre park food. Like, you just make me excited.” 

You think telling him that being with him heals your hurt inner child and angry inner teenager may be too raw of a confession for this moment right here, so you let the ocean breeze from not too far away roll over you as Javy shifts in his seat, moving to pull you into his lap as best he can. 

It’s dark, but even here and now, you can see the emotion on his face. “I love you so much.” 

You nod. “I know.” You say softly. 

“I want to keep doing these things with you for the rest of my life. Like, I just always want to be with you, I always want my adventures to be with you. I want to be partners and best friends every day.” 

You aren’t sure you have the words to convey the emotion, the love, you have for him, so instead you find his hand and intertwine your fingers. 

It’s quiet for a moment, both of you soaking up the night. 

“Can we come back for their Christmas stuff? I know you came a lot growing up, but I’ve never been, so I’d kinda like to see it.” 

“Mm, I guess for you I can tolerate it. But I’m not sitting on Santa’s lap.” 

“Even if I was Santa?” You’re turned away from him, so you can’t be sure, you can almost picture the glimmer in his eyes. 

You roll your eyes, even as you feel faint heat in your cheeks. “Funny, you’re a real comedian.” 

“Yeah, but you love me.” 

“For some reason…” 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing!” 

-

“My feet hurt so fucking bad.” You moan, falling into Javy’s bed alongside him. You prop your head up, looking over at him to see him frowning at your phone. “What?” 

“Does this have to be your lock screen?” He twists the phone to show you, but you already know what it’s a picture of. 

You’d changed it while waiting in line to see the pandas, the photo of Javy sticking his head out of the ice enclosure definitely meant for children by the seals. He’s grinning, truly from ear to ear, and you had been waiting for him to pop out to snap the photo. 

“It’s cute.” 

He grumbles, handing your phone back to you. “I don’t think so.” 

“You were excited, it’s endearing.” You say, clicking the phone off before sliding it on to the nightstand beside the bed. Your phone is barely set down before he’s wrapping his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. 

“Thank you for coming with me today.” He says softly.

“‘Course. I haven’t enjoyed the zoo like that since I was a kid.”

“I know sometimes I get, I don’t know- overly excited, I guess. It means a lot to me that you came with me and put up with all that. I’m sorry if it was like a lot to put up with, I just- I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time and it meant a lot to me that you shared the day with me.” 

You frown, twisting the best you can to look at him with how tightly he’s holding you. “Firstly, you’re talking to the girl who has never met a topic of conversation she doesn’t have an opinion about.” He snorts into your shoulder and you feel a small smile on his lips. “Secondly, don’t you dare feel bad for a second. It’s not putting up with you and it’s never too much. I love you, and that means loving all of you, including the part of you that gets so excited about seeing pandas for the first time that you tell me weird facts about them, like that they have opposable thumbs.” 

His grip loosens on you a hair and you take advantage of it, shifting so your back is no longer faced away from him.

“I could never be annoyed with you, not when you let me ramble about niche historical facts for twenty minutes on end.”

“Among many other things.”

You pinch his cheek. “Watch it, mister.” You sigh, scooting closer to him as you tangle your legs together. “I love getting to see you happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. And I’m so lucky you feel safe around me to show me this side of you, even if it means I have to hear about how some species of penguins are non-monogamous.”

He gives you a shy smile and his eyes look glassy in the dim light of the bedroom. “What did I do right in a past life to deserve you?” He whispers. 

You shake your head. “You didn’t have to do anything to deserve it. Being you is just enough.” You study him for a moment, debating on voicing the thoughts you’d been having since this morning. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

He nods.

“When I was in high school — I mean, I guess I’ve always felt like this, but especially in high school — I so badly wanted to be with someone like you. Like I wanted to be with someone who wanted to go to the zoo with me and laugh with me at the most inappropriate of times. I wanted to be with the person who felt like my best friend, that made everyday life a little bit easier. And I guess, I guess maybe I had kind of given up on that for myself. But you- you make me feel like I’m finally getting the easy high school romance I had always wanted. You always make me blush and it makes me feel so-” You swallow. “I don’t know. I don’t know if that made any sense. You make me happy in the best ways. I’ve never been with someone like you.”

Javy starts crying as he shifts, letting you go so he can sit up. Your heart sinks, clearly realizing the words had been too much for the moment. You move with him as he reaches up to wipe at his eyes. 

“Oh fuck, baby, I- I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Your heart clenches at the sight, wishing you could undo the last two minutes, but he’s quick to shake his head.

“No, no, I just- I just get overwhelmed sometimes. With how much- how much you love me.” You open your mouth, feeling the apology sitting on your tongue but he shakes his head. “No, no, don’t apologize. Don’t take it back, please.”

You nod, finding his hand. “Okay. Okay, I won’t.” 

“I just-” He clears his throat, squeezing your hand. “I just get a little overwhelmed. With how much you mean to me and how openly you love me. It’s just a lot. It’s not that I ever want you to change or want anything about what we have to change, but I just never thought that I’d get to have what we have. I wrote it off.” He sniffs. “I love you - so much. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’ll ever be able to articulate. But I’m glad I did something so right that- that whoever up there decided I get to spend my life with you.” 

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before squeezing his cheek. “I’ll spend every day with you, even if it means hearing weird facts about penguins for the rest of my life. In fact, I would like to hear weird facts about penguins every day for the rest of my life. Like a one a day calendar.” 

He snorts, a genuine grin growing on his face. “Aye aye, captain. I’m on it.”

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys | Javy "Coyote" Machado

Summary: You take a break from things with Javy. Lyric: "'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night. I should've known it was a matter of time." Content warnings: Slight angst with a happy ending, this is very short

Buy me a coffee

For the most part, everything about the relationship that you and Javy had was straight out of a rom-com. He had seen you around The Hard Deck a few times, but it was when you accidentally knocked his beer over that he finally got your number. You spent almost every day together, even though you lived in different apartments. Javy would pick you up after he got done with work and you’d go out for ice cream, or you’d go out for some drinks at The Hard Deck.

The honeymoon phase didn’t last as long as you thought it would, though. Soon enough, you and Javy would start canceling plans on each other, leaving your time together to be solely on weekends. You’d make up excuses for it, though, by telling yourself that you were both busy with your respective jobs, and his was a lot more serious than yours. You were a school nurse, so your schedule was pretty consistent. There would be nights where Javy was forced to stay at work because of one of Hangman’s fuck-ups, or something else.

You were able to understand everything that was going on, but there was a part of you that wasn’t sure if the relationship was going to work out since you didn’t have as much time for each other. It was an act of self-sabotage, really, when you met Javy at The Hard Deck and walked down the shore with him in silence.

“You’ve been quiet. Is everything okay?” He asked.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I love you a lot, but lately, I’ve been getting the feeling that we aren’t as close as we were at the beginning. It’s like we’re too busy for each other, even on weekends. I can tell that you’re still stuck in your work mindset, and it makes me feel like you’re not fully present.”

“So, what are you saying here?”

“I think we need to take a break so that you can work on leaving the work mindset at work. Don’t freak out - I’m not going anywhere, but I think we should put dates on pause so that you can get your stuff figured out.”

“Okay.”

It only took a few weeks for Javy to come back around. He had texted you after work one day, asking if you wanted to go out to eat, and you said yes. The waitress brought your appetizers over when Javy started to tell you about what he’s been doing.

“I started seeing a therapist,” he said.

“Oh, really? How’s that going?”

“Pretty good, actually. She’s helped me work on my mindset, and I’m not thinking about work when I’m not working as often, if that makes sense. You were right, and I’m glad that I listened to you. I actually invited you out because I was wondering if we could get back together. Maybe not pick up from where we left off, but a fresh start.”

You nodded your head and said yes, giggling as he introduced himself to you and asked for your number.

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Labyrinth | Javy "Coyote" Machado

pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x fem!reader (prev Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!reader)

summary: [4k] Jake may be gone, but Javy isn't. The two of you navigate your lives and your grief. Together.

warnings: jake is dead, RIP jake, grief and mourning, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, sickfic moment, friends to roommates to ...?

a/n: coming out of my writer cave to post a tgm fic that nobody asked for. idk why I became obsessed with the idea of jake's widow!reader falling in love w javy but here we are! enjoy and lmk what you think <3

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Lieutenant Commander Jacob Michael Seresin died on a Tuesday morning. At least that’s what they tell you, you don’t remember much of the days and weeks surrounding his death. 

You flip the funeral card in your hand, over and over and over again. No expense was spared. It’s textured cardstock with fancy but easily legible cursive font. It reminds you of your wedding invitations. The back is a picture of him in his dress whites, face unsmiling. The same dress whites he’s going to be buried in. 

Lieutenant Commander Jacob Michael Seresin was called home

Funeral to take place at Graham's Memorial Home 

Reception to follow 

Called home. It’s such an interesting phrase. It suggests that he’s meant to be wherever he is now. That the house that you bought together, the plans that you made were all just a waiting room until Saint Peter called his name. 

You never considered yourself particularly religious. Jake, being born and raised in Texas, was a god-fearing Christian man. He believed in heaven and an afterlife. You’ve always been on the fence.

The day of the funeral, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. You want to scream and laugh at the same time but the only sound that escapes your mouth is a strangled gasp that has Javy taking you into his arms. It had rained on your wedding day. Poured would be a more accurate description. The officiant said he had never seen that big of a meteorological turnaround in all of his forty years of weddings. Due to California existing in a near-constant state of drought, there simply wasn’t the infrastructure in place to support the torrential downpour. Most of your guests had been left stranded in other states, their flights being put on a constant loop of rescheduling and then cancellation. 

You thought it was a sign. An omen. Now you wonder if maybe it was. 

Jake had simply shaken his head and laughed. He was never one for superstitions. It’s what made him a good pilot. He relied on skill and instinct. He said that there was no way in hell that a little water was going to get in the way of him marrying the love of his life. 

His mother lightly smacked him on the bicep for using such language in a house of god, before subsequently melting and muttering how she must’ve done something right. 

You think that this unnatural weather must’ve been his doing. It had been overcast and depressing all week. Or at least, as far as you could tell from your brief moments of lucidity before descending back into a fugue state. You know that he always hated the days that were few and far between when the weather would be too bad for him to properly run drills or train new recruits. 

You loved the man more than anything. He always reminded you of the sky, the way he took you to heights that you had never even imagined before. Still, despite the thrill and the rush of adrenaline, all you could think about was the fear of falling. 

Husbands and children have been left back in Texas. Jake’s mom and sisters have taken over the house. There’s not a dish left unwashed nor a basket of laundry left unfolded. You've eaten more casserole in the last week than you have before in your entire life. The fridge is filled to the brim with tin foiled pans that people will probably want back but won't bother asking for if they don't. Despite the array of choices, they all taste the same. Ashen and tasteless is the I’m-sorry-your-husband-died special. 

The house is more lively than it usually is, with four Seresin women milling around. You see him in them. In the quirk of their mouths, the tilt of their heads when they’re thinking about something, the hard line of their jaws when they hold back their tears. You can barely look his mother in the eyes because they’re his. 

They try to take you everywhere with them. Trips to the grocery store and walks around the neighborhood are treated as milestones when you spend most days unable to get out of bed. 

On one of the drives, you can’t remember which one or even where you were heading to they all seem to blur together in the end, you passed by a car wash. Jake would usually handle all the car stuff himself, but he told you to go here when he was on deployment because it was the only place that didn’t upcharge for ridiculous shit. They have one of those inflatable tube men outside. Waiting at the intersection for the light to turn green, you’re stuck looking at him. 

When they do finally leave, it's with little fanfare. They remind you of the food in the fridge and the local bereavement group they found. Kisses on cheeks are exchanged and you stand like one of those inflatable tube men at the end of the driveway, mechanically waving goodbye. 

Once the cars are gone from view, it’s like someone’s turned off the fan that’s kept you upright. You crumple to the ground.

–

Javy tries his best to decode the text that you sent him while his phone had been in his gym locker. The series of texts seems to get more and more incoherent as time went on. He was used to this by now. He had told you that you could talk to him about your grief at any time and that he would always be there for you. 

Which is how Javy comes to find you here. 

You’re on the ground outside. Green California grass caresses your fingertips, despite the near-constant state of drought. You know you came out here to look at the stars but closed your eyes when you could feel the Earth spinning. 

You feel like the two-headed calf because there are twice as many stars as usual. The Earth spins at a rate of 1,000 miles per hour. You swear, right there in the grass, that you can feel every single mile. You’re holding on for dear life. 

“Jake said that when he was a kid, he used to believe that stars were actually holes in the sky. The white light that came through was Heaven. He used to sit on the grass and look up and dig his fingers into the dirt. ‘Said he was scared that if he let go he’d float away.” 

Javy only hums in response. Slowly, his left hand nudges your right one. The warmth of his palm covers you and despite yourself, despite marring and ripping apart the beautiful meticulously cared-for lawn, you let go. 

When your hand rises to meet his, it’s not without a few casualties. Blades of grass are plucked from the ground making snapping sounds like muffled guitar strings. It’s the saddest sound you’ve ever heard.

–

“I’m thinking about selling the house.” 

The words hang in dead air. There’s a slight pause in Javy’s movements. From behind, you can see the muscles beneath his flannel tighten up before they relax again. He resumes stirring his coffee, the spoon hitting the sides of the ceramic mug with muted ting ting ting sounds. 

The mug itself is UT Austin merch from many moons ago. It’s Jake’s favorite. Or at least, it was Jake’s favorite. The mug used to remind you of quiet Sunday mornings and waffles for two. Now it just reminds you that he drank from it and put it in the dishwasher, thinking that he would get another Sunday, another cup of coffee.

You’re not mad at all that Javy is using it. On the contrary, you’re glad that the mug is being used for its purpose. That it’s not being memorialized and thus, rendered functionally useless. It drove you crazy to see it sitting in the cabinet collecting dust, but you refused to be the one to drink from it. It’s good that this memory of him is momentary and not a monument. 

Javy takes a long sip from his mug, cradling it in both hands as he leans into the kitchen counter behind him. “When you say thinking what do you mean?” 

Javy knows you too well. He knows that if you’re telling him about it, then it’s pretty much already decided. You’ve gone about every major decision in your life this way. You research and refine results until you’re sure that the way you’ve chosen is the only way forward. It’s how you decided that being with Jake was worth the risk of losing him. 

You never said that it was a foolproof system, just that it was the system you’ve always used. 

“I mean that I’ve already gotten the house appraised and have been talking to a realtor. She thinks we could list it and sell it before the year is out.” 

Javy blows out a breath, puffing out his full lips. He swirls his coffee cup once, twice before taking a sip and asking, “Are you sure that this is what you want?” 

“Yes, I’m sure. I can’t–” Your voice thickens until it breaks, the words brittle. I can’t keep living in a haunted house.

Javy nods, taking another sip before setting the cup down on the counter and saying the last thing you expected, “Move in with me.”

–

Moving out occurs with very little fuss. The other daggers drop in and out, taping boxes and dropping them off at Goodwill per your request, but everyone seems to be keeping a respectful, yet unnecessary distance. 

Before you even touched a single cardboard box, Javy went from room to room and photographed everything. From the arrangement of the magnets on the fridge to the clutter on your bedside table. He insisted that one day these would be memories to hold back on. That it wasn’t the house's fault that it was haunted. That sometimes ghosts don’t have to haunt you. 

You’re beyond the point of sentimentality anymore. If you were, you’d still be catatonic on the couch, refusing to sleep in the bedroom you once shared with your husband. Everything is objective. Every dish is just a dish and not the first real set of glassware that you bought for the house after eating off of paper plates when the movers accidentally dropped the boxed marked kitchen FRAGILE off the side of the truck. 

You’re glad that all of the Christmas ornaments are still boxed up in the attic. There’s one in particular that you loved. The one that you put on the tree first every single Christmas. It was the ornament Jake got you when you first got together. A silly little reindeer.

You’ve mostly gotten everything out of the kitchen now. The shelves are bare and now you will once again have to resort to paper plates and plastic forks until this move is over. You haven’t seen your new roommate–God, it’s still weird to think of him like that–in a while so you tentatively call out his name. 

“Javy?” Your voice is rough from hours of speechless focus. It cracks and breaks the silence of the house like a pebble on a windshield. 

He doesn’t respond. You call out again, removing your gloves and moving towards the staircase. The door to Jake’s office is left ajar. Javy volunteered to pack up the room and you let him without a fight. Jake didn’t spend too much time in his office when he was home. Honestly, you think it might’ve saddened you more to see his legal pads and his sticky notes with reminders that he’ll never get the chance to forget. 

You knock, easing the door open and softly calling out Javy’s name before you stop. There he is in the middle of the floor, head to his knees, back shaking with silent sobs. You crumble immediately. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and feel his wet face causing the fabric to stick to your collarbone. You don’t care. 

It occurs to you that the roles have finally been reversed. All these months, you’ve been so grateful for Javy’s steadiness. His immovability. You thought his lack of tears had been because he was processing his emotions in a way that was different than yours. You thought maybe he was better at compartmentalization than you were. And maybe that was true. 

You look around the room, hoping to find the catalyst for what caused this breakdown. Maybe there was a picture from the good old days, or an old card that Jake always meant to give him but never remembered to. But looking around, you come up empty. That’s when you realize that it’s not one single thing that set Javy off. It’s everything. It’s the dust on the keyboard. It’s the stale air. It’s the way the calendar on the wall has an X drawn through every day and then stopped in the middle of June. It’s the World War II book that has a bookmark placed so close to the end, you wonder if Jake was leaving the epilogue until after he came home from work. 

It’s been hours since Javy made his way up here. The two boxes he brought with him sit flat behind the door. They haven’t even been folded out. 

So you just sit there with him, rocking slightly back and forth. This continues until he leans back and spreads himself out on the carpet, not unlike the way you did all those months ago in the backyard. You burrow into his side, your ear pressed to his heart, paying attention to the furious tempo. You lay there until the hiccups in his breathing cease and the rise and fall of his chest is as rhythmic as waves crashing on the San Diego shore.

–

“You can lay down, y’know? This is your couch after all.” The gray L-shaped sectional is more than big enough for both you and Javy, who has been trying and failing to stay upright for the past twenty minutes. 

“First of all, this is our couch. Second of all, I will lay down thank you for offering.” 

He starts out perpendicular to you. His large frame takes up most of the sofa cushions. Though it can’t be comfortable for an extended time, he stays propped up on his elbow, making jokes about whatever's on TV. His exhaustion starts to take over and his elbow slips, one, two, three times. He always catches himself before his head drops too far, agile and responsive even when fighting sleep. 

You know you can’t outright offer it to him, so you go for the next best thing. Leaning back, you shift your position until your blanketed thigh is touching his bicep. From there, it’s only a matter of time until Javy gives in to the sands of time and his head falls into your lap. 

You’ve missed this, you realize. There are a lot of things that you miss about Jake, specifically. But this, the simple act of being close to someone. The simple choice to be there for someone else to lean on. Joy and guilt are like lightning and thunder. When one comes the other will soon follow. 

You think about this from the outside looking in. Javy coming home, kissing your cheek, telling you about his day. Him cooking dinner while you do laundry. You doing the dishes while he does the crossword. The two of you, lying down on the couch after a long day and watching television together. The scene is exceedingly domestic in a way that makes your cheeks tingle and your chest ache.

Your left thumb instinctually goes to caress the base of your ring finger, only to come up empty. Your heart drops to your stomach. Then, you remember. You always take off your rings when doing the dishes. It was best practice, to make sure that the delicate gems wouldn’t get unnecessarily tarnished. You’d never once forgotten to put them back on, though. 

You linger on the absence of the rings and the presence of the man sleeping soundly right beside you. Joy and guilt. Lightning and thunder.

–

There are large hands around your waist. Lips flush against the skin of your neck, murmuring and muttering words of praise and astonishment. Those hands slip lower and lower, rucking up the hem of your nightgown to your waist. Calloused fingertips brush the junction of your thighs and you feel heat licking up your center. 

Look at me while you come for me, baby. 

You do look up, mind overtaken by heat and lust and longing. Your breath catches in your throat. You know this jawline. You know these lips. You know that voice. 

Say my name. 

Your mouth goes to form the word but you lose yourself in huffs of breath and twisted sheets. You wake, just as you hit your peak. The sound that was so difficult to make in your dream state emerges from your mouth, watery and wanting. 

Javy.

–

You spend the next three days locked in your room. You take all your meals to go, even though you can see the disappointment on Javy’s face every time you do. Disappointment you only see when you are confident that you can look at him without bursting into flames. The opportunity is few and far between these days. He’s always in the background. Asking if you’d like to accompany him to the store or go on a hike. Your answer is always the same. 

Your forced solitude only lasts for another two days before Javy politely knocks on your door and enters your room. You mumble out a lackluster greeting barely looking up from your laptop or your desk. There’s a water stain near your left wrist, a circular ring that matches the bottom of your favorite mug. 

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

Maybe you should get a coaster. Civilized people used coasters, didn’t they? Civilized people used coasters and went hiking and did not have sex dreams about their dead husband’s best friend. 

Javy says your name. It sounds weary. Like he’s approaching a wounded deer, hoping that she’ll let him near her before she goes running off into the forest to bleed out alone. 

He sighs and sits on the edge of your bed, keeping a respectful distance. The mattress dips under the weight of him. 

“Is it because we’re living together now? Do you—“ He clears his throat and suddenly, despite being well over six feet tall, he looks small. “Do you regret moving in together?” 

You realize now that you’re not the deer. Javy is. He was living a fine and peaceful existence before you showed up with a shotgun and a need for flesh. 

His question is tentative. Bleeding out in a forest alone doesn’t sound so bad, all things considered. 

“No!” You blurt out your answer so fast it almost startles you. You take a moment, “No that’s not it at all.” 

“Then what is it? Is it something I did?” 

“Not exactly.” 

“It’s just–God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this–I had a dream.” 

“Like a nightmare? You know you can talk to me about those–”

“Not that kind of dream.” Javy had been helpful with nightmares in the past. He knew how to calm you down, especially when you realized that waking up didn’t necessarily mean that the nightmare was over. 

He sits there, earnest and sympathetic and terribly understanding in a way that you don’t deserve and don’t know if you can handle right now.

“It was a sex dream.” You breathe out, cheeks hot and fists rumpled in your bedsheets. 

“Oh. Oh.”

You both sit in silence for a moment. Javy decides to break it. 

“Was it– Was I–” He tries so hard to make the words come out, but nothing does. His hands rest on his thighs and he furrows his brows and directs his gaze to the carpet. 

“I think it was because we’ve been around each other so much. And obviously, it’s been a while.”

Javy agrees with you because of course he does. You try to breathe some lightness into your tone, anything to battle this heaviness that’s sunken into the conversation. “It’s crazy how the human brain works, right?” 

Javy’s eyes drop to your lips, but only for a second. He smiles politely and bows his head in subtle agreement. “It is crazy.”

–

Flu season passes through San Diego like a plague. It seems every week, another one of your coworkers is out, whether it be their own health in distress or their children’s. It was only a matter of time before it came to you. 

Despite having gotten your flu shot, you experience probably the worst bout of sickness in your life. You’re bundled up on your bed, fluffy robe with the drawstring pulled tight. Javy is hovering in the hallway–because that seems to be his neutral state of being these days, hovering. He dares not to open the door because of your self-imposed quarantine. You’ve created an imaginary moat of used tissues and dirty clothes, all to protect the fire-breathing dragon that is your feverish body.

“If you don’t go, I will strangle you.” You threaten, though it comes out weak and nasal. 

“I can always reschedule–” 

“You’ve been rescheduling on this girl for two weeks! I’ll be fine, I promise! I’m probably just going to watch old episodes of New Girl until I pass out from exhaustion.” 

“Fine, but if you need anything–anything at all–just text me or call me.”

You verbally push Javy out of the door with more assurances and less thinly veiled threats. Things have been awkward between the two of you since your confession. You’re almost relieved at your sickness and the way it has allowed you to avoid more unnecessary face-to-face contact. At least that’s what you tell yourself. But when you hear the front door shut and the sound of Javy’s engine starting up, you look around the room. Running your hands over the wrinkled bedding, a feeling almost like loneliness settles over you.

–

It was an unfortunate ending to a mild evening. A broken Javy crackled over the speaker before he was speeding his way across town. 

You’re shivering by the time he reaches you. Which makes no sense because you’re so hot that Javy hisses when his palm touches your clammy forehead. He’s about to scoop you up and load you into the back seat of his car when you come to. You murmur and whine and he tells you that he’s got you and he’s here. He explains that he’s gonna take you to the hospital and that seems to be the only thing that breaks you out of your feverish state because you open your eyes and tell him No hospital.  

He’s lucky that the upholstered lounge chair in the corner of your room is as comfy as it is because that’s where he stays for the rest of the night. He holds a cold damp cloth to your forehead, murmuring apologies when you whimper at the disorienting change in temperature. He routinely uses a thermometer, because damn your wishes if it means that you die in this bed on his watch. Your fever stays just below the concerning range and it isn’t until 4 am that it finally breaks. 

Only then does Javy let himself fall asleep. 

You wake up weak and disoriented. Javy pulled up the chair from the corner of the room to right next to the bed. After a bowl of soup, he convinces you to take a bath and changes out your sweat-soaked flannel sheets for fresh ones straight from the dryer. 

“Oh my god, your date! I’m so sorry—“

Javy waves you off with a wave and a gentle dismissal. He insists it’s fine. That there was no spark anyways. 

It’s not until you’re tucked under the covers with half a cup of tea on your nightstand that he slips into the hallway and sends out a text. 

Had a lovely time last night. 

I just don’t think I’m in the right headspace for a relationship right now. 

I hope you understand. 

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False Confidence: Chapter 16

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Only a 4-5 more chapters to go!

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You let out a groan as you finally collapse into your chair. Even though today’s a half day, you’re exhausted. Your legs still throb with soreness from skating over the weekend and you’ve spent the morning on your feet running activities with your students. You’d do anything to go home and you gaze at the clock longingly, but your day is far from over. This week you’re hosting parent-teacher conferences. So while your students get to go home early, you’re still expected to be at the school for the rest of the day as parents and guardians come to speak with you on a one-on-one basis. Truth be told, it’s your least favorite part of this job. You love your kids, even at their most exhausting, they’re the light of your day. Their parents, however, are quite the opposite.

The biggest downside to working at a private school like Acadia Academy is that most of your students’ parents are rich, sometimes outrageously so. With that money comes power and authority, and they feel no qualms about exerting in whatever way gets them their desired results. It also means that their usually too busy being rich to have an active role in their children's lives. The resulting conferences are usually akin to talking to a brick wall. The parents are usually concerned with little more than visible and sometimes exclusively numerical results when it comes to their children rather than taking constructive feedback on how they can get involved in their child’s education, or in some cases, raising. Worse, they're usually more than willing to achieve those results by material or financial means. You’d been shocked the first time you’d been presented with the barrage of gift baskets, cards, and bottles of wine during your first Christmas at Acadia Academy. They were either sent with your students who were none the wiser, or dropped off personally with saccharine smiles paired with a threatening gaze that communicated the true intentions of the lavish gifts.

You’d been gripped with a sense of guilt and shame as you tried to decide what to do with them when Simon had given you some good advice. “Do whatever you want, it’s your job at the end of the day. But don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. They don’t bat an eye at the expense, so you shouldn’t either. I save a boatload on groceries in December just living off the free food and even more on gifts themselves. If you’re going to be a part of the system, you have to play the game too, but there’s nothing wrong with enjoying your winnings.” And so you did. You regifted the wine, and even some of the baskets, taking Simon’s advice and living off the rest of it. And he was right. While you’d had the odd complaint later down the line, you had yet to face any real retaliation from any of the parents when you didn’t automatically hand their children the grades they paid for.

You glance at the schedule on your desk, in an effort to mentally prepare yourself for whoever you’d have to face first. Your lips turn down as you read Allison’s name in the first slot.

Allison is the unofficial head of the parents, a perfect, polished, model PTA mother. She’s informed, always on top of the class and school’s goings on, and eager to help when volunteers are needed, always going above and beyond. Sometimes you wonder if she’s gunning for your job, but that’s highly unlikely. Allison is a private yoga instructor, allowing her the freedom to be involved with the school and her children’s lives whenever she wants. When she’s not bending over backward for a living, she’s busy running PTA meetings, escorting her children to their multiple extracurriculars, and being the doting wife to her husband, Ted, whom you’ve only met once. He works in some kind of local governmental office, one that he and Allison would have you believe is incredibly important and thus a very pressing commitment that unfortunately results in his constant absence from his children’s lives.

A sharp knock at your door snaps your attention back to the present and you sit up straight, clearing your desk of papers from your morning classes as you call out for Allison to come in. Your attention lingers on your desks for a moment longer than it should before you look up at Allsion’s approaching figure. Her high heels click against the linoleum and you’re struck by how much she reminds you of your first impression of Zam.

When you’d first met the PR manager of the Dogfighters, her sharp appearance and no-nonsense attitude had instantly made you think of Allison. As you’ve gotten to know her, however, you’ve learned that that persona is reserved for work and she’s much more relaxed and loose in her personal life. While Zam’s wardrobe is bright pastels, Allison opts for deep jewel tones that ooze luxury and wealth. Today she’s wearing a silk blouse in a vibrant royal blue that compliments her piercing blue eyes. Her blonde hair falls in glossy waves that bounce with every sharp step she takes. Allison deposits a purse that probably costs your month’s salary on your desk with a clunk before sitting across from you, back straight not touching the back of the chair, and ankles crossed daintily.

Before you can open your mouth to greet her, Allison speaks up “Ms. Roadie, this meeting couldn’t have come at a better time. I have something of critical importance that I need to discuss with you.” With Allison, something of critical importance ranges from another mother’s lack of attendance at this week’s PTA meeting to a child suffering a severe allergic response due to them innocently sharing another student’s lunch so you’re not quite sure where she’s going with this. You wrack your brain, trying to remember if you’d received any emails from her or another parent that could help you identify what she’s about to share. Nothing, however, could prepare you for when the words leave her mouth. “We need to speak candidly about your relationship with Javy Machado.” You wait for the punchline as your stomach roils in response to the one-two punch of hearing Javy’s name from Allison’s lips. Anxiety starts to bubble up as your great rate picks up and fear starts clawing up your throat. You clasp your hands in your lap in anticipation of their incoming trembling. The swallow you try to force down is physically painful as you fight to keep your face neutral.

“Oh? Why so?” As you panic internally, you do your best to think about what Josie would do. She’d probably point out that your personal life has nothing to do with your professional life. Allison’s ruby-red lips purse together and her perfectly manicured nails clack on your desk as she leans in, face somber despite the intensity in her eyes.

“Ms. Roadie, I’m sure you’re aware, but if you aren’t, your boyfriend has a bit of a,” she pauses as if considering her words but you’re sure she rehearsed this interaction on her drive here, “reputation.” She gives you a pointed look. “And a rather poor one at that.”

Anger flares in your chest, the lick of its flames further boiling the butterflies in your stomach. You don’t recognize your voice when you speak. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Maybe it’s the fragility that comes with your anxiety but you’re furious. How dare Allison bring Javy into this? It was common knowledge among both the staff and the parents that Jeremy was more than a little cavalier in his personal life, and you’re sure he’d never had to deal with a meeting like this from the administration let alone a parent.

Allison looks surprised at your response, whether it’s faux or genuine you’re not sure. “But Ms. Roadie, of course, it is! Mr. Machado is a celebrity!” You grimace internally at the emphasis she puts on the word. “He’s a person of prominence, especially in the media! Imagine how that reflects on the school when one of its teachers is involved with him and so publically at that.” She speaks about it like you’ve been caught doing something illegal in public. The media has some photos of kisses at most as well as your attendance at some games, it’s hardly anything worthy of Allison’s reaction.

“Allison, I’m aware that my boyfriend is a public figure, but what I do in my personal life is none of your business, especially when it doesn’t involve or hinder my performance at my job.”

Allison raises an accusatory eyebrow. “Oh, but doesn’t it? Mr. Machado has visited this class at least twice that I’ve been here, maybe more.” Your stomach drops. She does have a point there.

You swallow painfully as you struggle to keep your ground. “Both instances involved days where parents and guardians were invited to attend and participate in class activities. For Octopus Soup Day, he participated as a volunteer the same as any other guest, and for Career Day I thought it would be a fun surprise for the students and a unique opportunity to learn about a career that otherwise wouldn’t have been represented at the event. He hasn’t visited any other classes. Neither of those are examples of unprofessional behavior.”

“Perhaps not in theory, but blatantly flirting with your partner in front of your students would be, would it not?” You feel your cheeks flame with heat as Allison’s accusations get more and more intrusive. Your stomach twists in guilt as you remember Javy feeding you octopus stew while your class was enjoying their food. Sure, you hadn’t been actively teaching at the time, but you’d still been working, so she wasn’t wrong. Your behavior had been unprofessional.

“I apologize for any behavior that seemed unprofessional, Allison.” The words are bitter on your tongue as you speak them. “I’ll take this into consideration and Mr. Machado will not be invited to future class events if you feel his presence is distracting to the students.” There, that should placate her enough so that you can change the subject back to the actual reason for this meeting. Allison clicks her tongue in what you hope is resignation. “Now, we’re going to shift this conversation to Penny since that’s the purpose of this meeting and I have a back-to-back schedule for the rest of the afternoon.”

***

Thankfully, Allison had allowed your change of topics to her daughter, and the rest of the meeting went off without a hitch. After she left you’d had to go straight into your next meeting, however, and by the time you’re finally done meeting with parents for the day, you’re exhausted mentally and emotionally. You hadn’t expected Allison to bring up Javy but if you’re honest, it had only been a matter of time until someone did. None of the other parents had brought up Javy at all for which you were thankful and hopefully, Allison would drop the topic now that you’d had a conversation about it.

You grab your stuff and prepare to leave for the day. The boys are in town for the next week until they leave on another road trip that will culminate in the game in Dallas. While part of you knows you should be speaking as much time with Javy as possible before he leaves, the conversation with Allison has you feeling odd. Unsubstantiated guilt gnaws at your stomach as you make your way to the parking lot. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you’re taken completely by surprise when arms wrap around you, swinging you off the ground. “Hey Meep, how was your day?” You shriek in surprise, pushing against Javy so that he puts you down, laughing. “Sorry, sorry, I thought you saw me coming!” Your heart is racing and your eyes scan the parking lot around you, looking for parents that maybe haven’t left yet.

“Javy, what are you doing here?” You grimace internally at the accusation in your tone but your emotions are still on edge after your conversation with Allison. You see something in his eyes shift as he reaches a hand out to touch your arm.

“We got let out of practice early so I thought I’d surprise you. Roadie, you okay?” You swallow as your eyes make another scan of the parking lot and you fight the urge to shrug off his touch.

“Yeah, I’m just tired, sorry. I had a long day, and you scared me, but I’m okay.” His thumb swipes a soothing motion across your arm and you feel some of your nerves settling even as anxiety churns in your stomach.

“Josie said parent-teacher conferences are tough, so I figured you could use a pick me up. I was thinking maybe we could have a night in, maybe get some pizza and ice cream?” Your heart aches at Javy’s thoughtfulness.

“That sounds perfect.” He smiles and you feel some of your nerves ease as his expression relaxes.

“Come on, I’ll drive. And don’t worry about your car, I can drop you off tomorrow if you feel safe leaving your car here tonight.”

“Can you just drop me off on the way home tonight? I’ll drive it home from here.” Javy nods.

“That works, but I hope you don’t mind if I follow to make sure you get home safe.” You nod as Javy’s sweetness continues to untangle the jumble of nerves in your stomach.

You climb into the Landrover and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you crawl through San Diego traffic. The silence gives you a chance to relax and slowly you’re able to get yourself back to normal. Your brain moves on from Allison’s words to other things.

“Javy, can I ask you something?” Javy glances over to where you’ve leaned up against the window, letting the glass cool your skin.

“Sure thing, Meep, what’s up?”

“Why don’t you and Bradley get along?” You watch his eyebrows raise in surprise even as his lips purse slightly.

“It’s not that we don’t get along per se,” you give him a look that says you don’t believe a word of it. “What?”

“Javy, every time I go to a game I’m more worried that the two of you are going to get into a fight than I am that you’re going to fight someone on the other team.” Javy chuckles at that and you reach out to poke his arm and he turns to smirk at you.

“It’s that bad, huh? Don’t worry, Meep, I wouldn’t risk a penalty for that.” You poke him again, harder. “Ow! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Look, do I get along with Bradley? Not really. I get that you’re supposed to be closer to your D partner but I’ve tried and he just won’t have it. Hell, even when he was sullen and hostile all the time, he was too busy being grumpy to consider that we could be self-destructive together.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” You suggest and Javy barks a laugh.

“Talk to him? The guy’s a stone wall. You try talking to Bradley, you’ll see what I mean.”

“I have and he’s actually quite the talker once you get him to open up.” Javy looks at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“You've talked to him? When?”

You shrug. “On family day, he needed my help corralling Taz.”

“So that’s where you were,” he mutters and you see something unreadable cross Javy’s face as his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

“Javy… what is it?” You don’t particularly feel like having this conversation now, you’re exhausted, but you can’t stand the idea of something else wedging its way between you and Javy right now. “Nothing happened, we just talked.”

“I know. I wouldn’t accuse you of…,” Javy drags a hand down his face, “Shit. Roadie I just…” You reach over the console to place a reassuring hand on his knee.

“I’m here, take your time.” You whisper and he gives you a pained smile.

“It’s just…” he shakes his head. “Bradley’s a good guy, Roadie. He wasn’t always, but you didn’t know him then. He’s really cleaned up his act and now he’s like this perfect boyfriend. Zam’s always going on about how sweet and thoughtful he is, and I’m so happy for her, don’t get me wrong. She’s one of my best friends, she deserves the world and I’m glad Bradley gives it to her, but I just…” Javy pauses for a long moment like he has to force the words out. “I can’t be him. I try, but I just can’t. I’m always making mistakes, and I’m trying, I really am. I want to be better. I know what everyone thinks of me, and I try to make it look like I don’t care, but I do.”

“Jake’s my best friend, and he’s always been this perfect golden boy. He doesn’t seem capable of doing anything wrong. I’ve known him long enough to know that isn’t true, but overall, he’s a good person. I always felt like I couldn’t measure up. No matter how much I tried, I always came up short next to him. And it was tearing me up so much that I had to let it go, because I realized if I didn’t it was going to tear us apart and I couldn’t bear the idea of losing him. When he went to Dallas, as much as I resented him for leaving, I realized I could breathe again. I became more sure of myself and more confident in my abilities, but without him to challenge me, I got arrogant. I let my ego get in the way of my professional and personal life. You know, I used to be embarrassed about all my one-night stands? And then the more arrogant I got on the ice, the more I felt like I’d earned that privilege to be cavalier. I was good at my job so my actions outside of it didn’t have consequences.”

“When I came to San Diego, I was so excited to see Jake, to be playing on a team with him again. I wasn’t surprised when he made me an alternate captain because that’s how we’ve always been. We’re a great team, and we work well together. But while I’d grown past the part of myself that made me feel small when I played on the ice with him, I didn’t expect him to turn my moral compass on its head.” Javy lets out a dry laugh. “He was all grown up, ready to settle down. He bought a house, he had a dog, and then he got Bugs, and they became this perfect little family. Meanwhile, I was out every night with some girl whose name I didn’t even bother to know. And I didn’t let it bother me, because sure Jake was perfect but at least Bradley had baggage up to his eyeballs. I was playing with this guy who had anger issues that put the team in jeopardy every game but he had that same A on his chest as me. So surely, I wasn’t an imposter. And then Bradley had to go and get perfect too. He got with Zam and suddenly he was this great guy, thoughtful, sweet, and responsible, and everything changed. Suddenly both our captain and one of our alternate captains were these perfect guys, model players, and good role models to the other guys. And then there was me.”

“Honestly? Every day, I get closer to just telling Jake I can’t wear that A anymore. I didn’t earn it, and I haven’t worked to prove I deserve it either. And now we’re together, and I feel it even more. I don’t deserve you, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were more interested in a guy that has his shit together. It’s not that I don’t trust you, because I do. I just… sometimes I just wonder why you even bother to put up with me.” The last line rushes out before Javy takes a heavy breath like he’s waiting for you to climb out of the car in stand-still traffic and walk back to your apartment. Instead, you squeeze his knee where your hand still rests.

“Have you ever considered, Javy? That maybe I don’t want someone perfect?” He turns to look at you and the surprise in his eyes breaks your heart. “I’m anxious. I’m anxious all the time, and I’m also human. I make mistakes all the time.” Your stomach twists as you hear Allison’s accusatory tone in your mind again. “And the only thing more anxiety-inducing than my own mistakes would be being with someone perfect.” You shrug. “Is it easy? No, of course not. But I’m not easy either.” You chuckle. “I mean you literally had to talk me down from a panic attack on our first date.” You give him a pointed look as you squeeze his knee again. “You’re not perfect? So what, neither am I, but we’re both aware of it and trying to get better and that’s what counts. We’ll work together. You said it yourself, Bradley wasn’t always perfect. I’m sure Zam didn't just snap her fingers to make him change overnight, as amusing as that would be. So if Bradley can do it, who says you can’t?” Javy brings a hand down off the wheel to lace his fingers with yours.

“And another thing,” you squeeze his hand, gently. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’ve been pretty perfect to me,” he gives you a skeptical look, “well, mostly perfect. I mean, just look at today. You could have gone home and enjoyed the rest of your day, but you came to pick me up because you thought I’d be tired after parent-teacher conferences. Even if you did want to spend the evening with me, you could have just texted and asked me to come over, but you knew I’d appreciate not having to drive. So even if you don’t see it, I do, and I appreciate it. I appreciate you.” Javy looks away and you think you catch light reflecting off the wetness in his eyes.

“Thank you, Roadie.” His voice is rough. “I think I really needed to hear that.” You squeeze his hand in yours before leaning across the console to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I really needed this too,” you whisper and Javy turns to press a kiss to your head. While you couldn’t shake the nerves that still bubbled under the surface from your conversation with Allison, Javy had managed to soothe most of your anxiety from the day. You’d have to talk to him about what had happened today eventually, but for today, you were content to bask in this moment of peace with your boyfriend.

A/N: Yikes, conflict is brewing, why can’t Allison just mind her own business…

[imawkwardlysoc]

"let's get married in vegas"

Song- Stupid In Love by MAX ft. Huh Yun-jin

Pairing- Javy Machado x afab! reader

Warning(s)- none

Wordcount- 1,671

Summary- What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

Having a big family and having your partner come from a big family is hectic. Especially when you recently got engaged. That was Y/N and Javy was dealing right now. Their parents had a list of friends and family guests that they hadn’t talked to in years. Their lists were pretty simple to map out since they knew who they wanted to invite—just close friends and family including Javy’s squadron. The thought of having a small intimate wedding flew out of the window when their parents interjected with their lists of people they wanted to invite. There were debates if they should have their wedding in Texas where Javy was born and raised or Y/N’s home state or San Deigo.

“Woah, what happened?” Javy asked as he walked into their house to see Y/N lying on their floor with tears in her eyes.

Placing his bag down on the floor and joining her, Javy wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer.

“What’s going on?” Javy placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love our mothers but they are causing me a headache,” Y/N replied. “The slight guilt trip my mother has been giving me has been hell.”

“I’m sorry,” Javy pulled her closer as an idea popped into his head.

“I know that face,” Y/N saw the look on her fiance’s face. “I see the hamster running in there.”

“Let’s elope,” Javy suggested. “Southwest easily has flights every hour to go to Vegas. We can get married there without a waiting period and spend the weekend there on a mini honeymoon.”

“You know there’s no waiting period here also right?” Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“I know but I’m so stupid and crazy in love with you that I’ll be fine with an Elvis impersonator officiating our wedding,” Javy chuckled. “So, what do you think?”

“No to the Elvis impersonator but I’m fine going to Vegas with just the two of us and coming back as a married couple,” Y/N placed a kiss on his lips.

“Alright, this settles it,” Javy pulled his partner up from the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We’re eloping to Vegas and getting married.”

Smiling, she kissed Javy’s lips before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started.

After planning for three weeks and getting their outfits, the couple landed in Vegas and got their room at Circa. Thankfully, the Daggers didn’t question them when they were taking a weekend trip out of San Diego. The day they landed and got to their room, they decided to get some dinner before relaxing for the evening. They also found a chapel where they wanted to get married. 

“Morning,” Javy groveled before placing a kiss on Y/N’s neck.

“Morning,” Y/N turned to face him. “We’re getting married today.”

“We are,” the aviator smiled and kissed her.

Hearing a knock on the door, the two looked at each other to see if they ordered room service. After finding out neither of them did, Javy got out of bed to look through the peephole to see who it was.

“A good morning to you two,” Jake walked into their room.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N questioned. “It’s not like we don’t want you here.”

“Well, I can’t let two of my closest friends get married alone,” Jake explained. “Also it would be awkward if I told your parents and the rest of the squad that we need to leave.”

“How did you even know we were here?” Javy asked.

“You forgot to unlink it from the shared calendar,” Jake patted his shoulder.

“Oh,” Javy chuckled.

“Well, we are glad that all of you are here,” Y/N hugged Jake. “It did feel weird not having you guys here.”

“Well, we’re getting brunch soon so you two better get ready,” Jake told them.

Saying goodbye to him, the couple changed out of their pajamas into their clothes before leaving their hotel room. Walking through the restaurant, they soon met their parents and the Daggers giving them hugs. Before sitting down, their mothers asked if they could talk so they went to the side to have the conversation.

“Look, we are so sorry for taking this wedding over,” Y/N’s mother apologized.

“We’re just excited that our children are getting married,” Javy’s mom added.

“We get it,” the couple told them. “We’re still going to have a big ceremony don’t worry.”

“Just don’t take it over,” Javy chuckled.

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” their mothers chuckled.

Hugging each other, the four returned to the restaurant and sat down. As everyone ordered food and drinks, everyone was asking Y/N and Javy if they were excited which they were. Once everyone was filled up with food and drinks, Y/N and Coyote were separated by their respective parties so they could get ready.

The girls got their hair done before returning to the hotel room to prepare for the ceremony. The guys got a drink together before returning to the hotel and into the room Rooster and Hangman shared. Both rooms had music playing as everyone got ready.

“So, how are you feeling?” Phoenix asked.

“Nervous,” Y/N chuckled. “I feel ready though.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Callie, Javy’s sister, linked arms with her sister-in-law.

Leaving the room, all the women left the hotel to the chapel where Javy and Y/N planned on getting married. From a far distance, most of the guys could see Y/N in the far distance. Pulling Javy back from the group, Jake wrapped his arm around his best friend’s shoulders as they looked at the scene before them.

“Ready for this?” Jake looked at Javy.

“To marry the love of my life and create a family? Yes,” Javy nodded which left a grin on Jake’s face. “Thank you by the way.”

“It’s no problem,” the Texan patted Javy’s shoulder. “That’s what a best man is for. I call dibs for being the godfather of your first child.”

“We don’t even trust you with plant sitting, I’m not sure how we can trust you with our firstborn,” Javy chuckled and walked away.

“Hey! It was one time!” Jake threw his hands up in the air.

Walking closer to the group, Javy immediately felt all of the oxygen in his body leave as he saw Y/N.

“Wow,” Javy smiled. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Y/N blushed. “Ready for this?”

“Hell yeah,” Javy replied. “Come on, let’s go.”

Linking each other’s arms, they entered the chapel and stood under the arch as their friends and family sat in the pews. The officiant started their speech before Y/N and Javy spoke their vows to each other. Let’s just say, there was no dry eye in the crowd. 

“With the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I may pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Machado!” The officiant announced. “You may now kiss-”

Javy pulled Y/N closer to him and dipped her while kissing her. In the background, muffled cheers and screams from their friends and family filled the room. Bring Y/N back up from the dip, the now-married couple turned to see their friends and family cheering for them. With the ceremony all done, they took pictures with their friends and family before the couple had to leave for an appointment they had. Their families and Javy’s squadron went to do their own thing together before meeting up at the restaurant where Maverick had booked a reservation to have the reception.

Walking out of the tattoo parlor, Javy and Y/N admired the matching tattoos they got. Javy has an F/A F-18 Super Hornet on his wrist with a dotted line leaning to the outline of California with a heart over San Diego on Y/N’s wrist. The tattoos were pretty small so there wouldn’t be any hassle covering them up if they needed to. Getting into the car, Javy texted his squadron while Y/N texted their families saying they were on their way to the restaurant.

“Mr. and Mrs. Machado have entered the building!” Jake announced as Y/N and Javy entered the private room.

“Thank you all,” Y/N thanked them.

“Honestly, we’re glad all of you are here,” Javy added.

“To Mr. and Mrs. Machado,” Maverick raised his drink as others followed.

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses before sitting down in their seats. Everyone ordered their meals before getting into conversations with each other. As the food came, speeches were given by their parents and close friends. Tears of laughter ran down the couple’s faces as Jake told an embarrassing story about Javy during the academy. Let’s just say it involves them and some other classmates camping and how Javy got his callsign. There were also some emotional tears from hearing their parent’s speeches.

Seeing the two-tiered cake being placed in front of them, Javy and Y/N held the knife together and cut the cake. Feeding each other a piece without smearing each other’s faces, they served everyone a slice of cake before finishing theirs. They looked around the room and admired the view in front of them. All of their friends and family were enjoying themselves and the conversations were flowing.

Soon dinner ended, and everyone walked out of the restaurant with their stomachs filled with food and drinks.

“Now one last congratulations to the now-married couple.” Everyone clapped and cheered.

“You two have a nice night now,” Bob hugged them.

“Not too much fun,” Jake nudged Javy.

Rolling their eyes, they said goodbye to everyone before heading back to the hotel. Walking into their room, they collapsed in their bed after the exhausting day they had.

“We’re married,” Y/N chuckled.

“We’re married,” Javy chuckled as they looked at the rings on their fingers. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now why don’t we,” Y/N leaned closer to his ear and whispered the rest in his ear.

“Yes ma’am.”

[beyondthesefourwalls]

The Plus One

Summary: You couldn’t believe he was here. He had told you he would be, over and over again, but part of you had convinced yourself it was too good to be true. There was no way a man as perfect as Javy Machado would be so into you after you spent one night together, months ago, that he’d fly out to be your date to a wedding for people he’d never met before. Yet here he was, looking as good as a dream. By the end of the night you knew one thing for certain: a weekend with him would never be enough.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Fluff, language, smut-esque but not detailed. Suavy Javy, because he’s a warning. 

Notes: A not-so-subtle follow up to An Aviation Special, but can be read on its own! 

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You had to make a conscious effort to keep your eyes on your sister and your new brother-in-law as they exchanged vows at the altar, as opposed to letting them stray to the man in the 8th row in the dark blue suit. 

You couldn’t believe he was here. He was actually here. 

He had told you he would be, over and over again, but even after three months of talking on the phone almost every single day, falling a little bit more with every conversation, part of you had convinced yourself it was too good to be true. There was no way a man as perfect as one Javy Machado would be so into you after you spent one night together, months ago, that he’d fly out to be your date to a wedding for people he’d never met before. Once his original flight had gotten canceled and then the next one delayed, you had convinced yourself it wouldn’t happen at all. 

Yet…here he was. Slipping in right before the ceremony started, looking just as dashing as you had remembered, and smiling at you like you were the only one in the room. 

Holy shit. 

You took in a deep, silent breath through your nose and forced yourself to center on the words being spoken by the happy couple. It was almost over, so it wouldn’t be long until you could speak to him. 

Only it really, really was. Your job as maid of honor didn’t end after the ceremony. Pictures lasted almost 45 minutes, and then you had to help your sister bustle her dress, and the tiny buttons were impossible to find amongst the miles and miles of fabric of her train. The cocktail hour was over by the time you were done, and dinner started immediately after that. You kept glancing at where he was sitting from your spot at the bridal party table, and each time you met his dark eyes, you could feel the flush heating your face.

You barely remember giving your speech, and the best man’s lasted so long, you almost requested the DJ play the Jeopardy theme song. The first dance was beautiful, but throughout the whole thing, you felt the anticipation bubbling inside of you, so hot you thought you were going to implode. Your fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against your thighs as you watched the couple twirl around the dance floor for the entire length of the song. Once it was over, the DJ invited everyone to gather on the dance floor as something more upbeat started playing through the speakers, and you were out of your seat and moving through the rising crowd. Your eyes never left his as you made your way toward him, and your smile grew the closer you got. The nerves faded away to make room for the excitement you felt at finally, finally seeing him again. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he called out once you were close enough to hear him, a mischievous grin on his handsome face, and you giggled as you launched yourself at him.

His strong arms wrapped around you, your feet leaving the ground as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him that you had really only experienced once, but that somehow seemed familiar in all the best ways.  

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whispered into his ear, and you could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed. He set you back down, but kept a hand on the small of your back, your body staying close to his.  His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and the look in his eye was one no man had ever given you before. 

“I told you I would be,” he said. He raised his other hand to your face and let the back of his finger run gently down your cheek. You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at his touch. “You look beautiful, by the way. Even more beautiful in person. Just like in New Orleans.”

“Javy,” you breathed, unable to produce any other words now that you were this close to him - that he was really here, after so many months of just hearing his voice or seeing him through a screen. If it wasn’t for physically feeling his hands on you, you would think you were dreaming. You could feel the thrum of electricity starting in your veins, and by the way his gaze darkend when it flickered to your mouth, you knew he could, too. 

“My name sounds better in person, too.”

You groaned out loud, the combination of his words and that look in his dark eyes proving to be too much. Unable to resist, you pulled his face to yours. His lips were soft as they met your own, and he didn’t hesitate to press even closer, coaxing your mouth open for him. His kiss tasted even better than you remembered.

You let yourself get lost in the moment, the music fading into the background as all of your senses honed in on this man. He pulled you impossibly closer, your body now completely flush with his. Every touch sent a jolt of heat through you, igniting the fire that had been smoldering since that night in New Orleans. No amount of talking on the phone could have prepared you for how good it would feel to finally have his hands on you again. It took everything in you to pull away before you let it completely consume you. And you knew it would have been so easy to let that happen. You had discussed that very scenario in one of the calls that had gotten a little heavier than it probably should have, him describing how it could go in very nice detail. 

You had a fleeting thought that maybe you should be worried about how simple it was to lose yourself in him, all things considered. Just like that first night, though, and all the conversation in between then and now, it all felt so, so right. 

But you were surrounded by your family, and jumping his bones in the middle of the ballroom probably wouldn’t be the wisest decision, even if it was all you wanted at that moment. 

“I have to make it through this reception,” you told him, breathless and flushed. 

Javy swallowed deeply, but nodded in agreement. He kissed you again, quick and sweet and not nearly enough. He leaned his forehead against yours, and for a moment, you were both still, breathing the other in. Then he took a deep breath and stood up straight, sending you that charming smile you hadn’t been able to get out of your head. He held his arm out, and you linked yours through it. 

“Drink?” he asked, and you smiled as you nodded. While you waited in line at the open bar, he leant down to whisper in your ear. “Do you think they have aviations on the menu?” 

You threw your head back as you laughed, remembering the pretty purple cocktail he had bought you during Mardi Gras. “I can confirm that they do not. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try and convince her to add it.” 

“Damn,” he cursed jokingly, no real heat behind it. He shot you a wink before asking you about how the morning had gone for you, knowing how stressed you had been over it. You talked quietly to one another as you slowly moved forward to the bar, and it wasn’t too long before Javy was ordering both of your drinks for you. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized he remembered exactly what you had said your go to normally was. You turned your head to try and hide the wide grin threatening to take over your face and pressed a kiss into his shoulder through his suit jacket. You didn’t miss how he shivered slightly at the action. 

The next few hours passed by in a blur, yet felt like it moved at a snail's pace all at the same time. Javy was never far from your side, being surprisingly willing to meet all of your family and friends. He introduced himself as a friend, but you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye when he shot you a look as he said it. It made you giddy, even as it fueled the feeling that this was too good to be true. How in the hell had you gotten this lucky? 

You swayed in his arms now, an old slow song playing through the room. He held you close, his fingers running softly over the skin of your back where your dress dipped low. 

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” you murmured, lifting your head off his chest to meet his gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” 

“Dancing with me?” he joked. The confident, teasing glint in his dark eyes made you immediately feel more at ease, to where you didn’t worry about dishing it right back at him. 

“Among other things, I suppose.” 

He laughed lightly, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped to match. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Cheeky,” he whispered into your skin. You hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying, and let yourself sway with him for another moment in silence before he spoke up again, touching on the first thing you had said. “Didn’t think I’d show?”

His tone was the same playful one as before, but you could sense the thread of insecurity in it, too, and wanted to alleviate it. 

“It’s not that,” you assured him. You trailed your finger down the lapel of his jacket, smiling softly. “Most guys…I don’t think they’d go through the effort. They certainly never have before. So I guess I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that you’re real. Does that make sense?” 

Javy nodded slowly, a contemplative look crossing his face. You let him process your words, moving together with the music. You straightened his sage pocket square and let your hand rest there, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. Another moment passed before he was softly speaking your name. He hooked his finger beneath your chin to guide your eyes back to his. His stare was darker now, more intense than it had been all night. You barely had time to furrow your eyebrows in confusion, let alone question him, before he was swooping down to capture your lips with his. Your squeak of surprise turned into something closer to a moan as he kissed you harder than he had all night. You sunk into it without a second thought. 

When he finally pulled back, you were left breathless, your lips tingling from the intensity. His hand lingered on your cheek before he let it trail down the column of your throat, going as far as your collar bone before it dropped. You felt the warmth of his touch sear through you, making your heart race even faster.

“I’ve been counting down the days until I could do that,” Javy confessed quietly, and you had to bite your lip to keep the whimper from escaping. His voice was low, like it was just for you, like you were the only two people here. His eyes were filled with desire, but also with something deeper, more profound. It mirrored exactly what you were feeling inside, even if you didn’t quite understand it. 

“Javy…” you started, your voice coming out breathier than you anticipated, and you watched his eyes darken at the sound of his name like that. “I-” 

Before you could continue, you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned quickly, startled by the touch. Another of your sister’s bridesmaids was there, a smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. You couldn’t help the heat that crept up on your face, embarrassed at how you and Javy must look on the dancefloor right now. 

“Your sister and the hubs are ready to do their exit. Can you go tell the DJ?” 

Part of you was annoyed that she had interrupted you when it would have been just as easy for her to fulfill the request. But the other part of you knew that this meant the night was almost over. 

“Yeah,” you told her, “I got it.” 

You turned back to Javy once she walked away. He was looking at you with a knowing, anticipatory look in his eyes. They seemed darker than they were before, like he also put two and two together on what the bride and groom’s exit would mean. Without missing a beat, you raised on your toes to kiss him again. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

You stood with your parents as your sister and new brother in law made their way through the crowd, hugging everyone goodbye. You were glad that your dress was long enough to hide your tapping foot as you urged her to move a little bit faster. When she finally got to you at the end of the line, she sent you an overdramatic wink as she pulled you into her arms. “He’s cute. Don’t worry about cleaning up. My wedding planner is on it.” 

You had never been more grateful for your older sister in your entire life. 

It was only a few minutes later that you had bid your own goodbyes to everyone and had Javy’s finger’s locked with yours as you tugged him out of the ballroom. You turned the corner to a long hallway before you stopped him, your hands cupping his face to pull his lips to yours. His big hands fell to your waist.

It was urgent, hungry, and the raw electricity between the two of you crackled. 

“I don’t want to assume anything,” he managed to say between kisses, his lips trailing to your jaw as you both breathed heavily. “But my room is right upstairs, and-” 

“Yes,” you said. 

He pulled away far enough to look into your eyes. “Yes?” 

You bit your lip, nodding quickly. “Yes.” 

As soon as you walked through the door of his room, he had you pressed against it, claiming your lips again. You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. He lifted you into his arms, but your long dress made it impossible to wrap your legs around him like you so desperately wanted. He must have realized that too, as he deposited you onto the counter just to the right of the door, never breaking the kiss. You bumped into various travel size bottles, and you thought some of them might have toppled over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care; you were far too invested in this man, instead. 

When you had to pull away for air, you rested your forehead against his, breathing hard. 

“Javy,” you whispered, your voice sounding wrecked even to your own ears. He was staring intently back at you, dark with need and something.

“You make me crazy,” he confessed before you had the opportunity to. His voice was husky and rough, and your eyes fluttered shut at the words. 

“I’ve never felt like this before,” you said in return. 

He whispered your name, so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your eyes opened slowly, looking at him. He didn’t need to say anything - his eyes said it all. You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders as his fingers found the zipper at the back of your dress, and then he was helping you down from the counter, and the material pooled at your feet. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he told you. Without another word, Javy scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before shedding the rest of his clothes. When he lowered himself onto the bed over you, his touch was reverent, his kisses slow and deep, and you knew you would never be the same again. Every moment with him felt like a dream, surreal and intoxicating.

He lit every single nerve ending on fire as he coaxed you to orgasm again and again, and by the time he came for a second time, you were nearly boneless, covered in sweat and completely satiated. You laid curled against his chest, your finger tracing the divots in his abs as his hand ran up and down your bare back. 

“This can’t just be this weekend,” Javy whispered into the quiet room. You picked your head up to meet his eyes, and he was already looking at you. “Tell me we can make it work.” 

You studied his face for a moment, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was a raw honesty that nearly took your breath away all over again. 

Part of you had been worried that this weekend really would be all that it would be. You had a whirlwind night together that ended far too soon months ago, and talked nearly every day since in anticipation of finally having the time you wish you would have then. There was a fear that perhaps it was a weekend meant for finishing what you had started. But instead, it had just stoked whatever had already been brewing. 

“We can make it work,” you said with conviction.

Distance be damned, he knew, without a doubt, that one weekend with him would never be enough. Not even close. 

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Notes: This was supposed to be just straight smut....clearly, it didn't turn out that way lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

Thanks to @roosterforme @sylviebell and @mak-32 for reading it over and all the help along the way!

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With sweet Javy, to each other ❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞, to a third party ❝  get lost.  ❞, [ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

Darts With a Side of Secret

Summary: You and Jake are waiting at the bar for Javy. When he arrives he tells Jake a little secret. This is going to be added to my You and Javy and his friend Jake short series. But it can be read as a separate part just like the other ones can be.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x afab!Reader Bromance Javy "Coyote" Machado x Jake "Hangman" Seresin Platonic!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x afab!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, bar, alcohol, mission and a little sexual innuendo, you'll miss it if you blink kinda thing.

Word count:1118

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You and Jake had been at the hard deck for about an hour or so. Javy had stayed at the base late finishing up some paperwork from his last mission. Jake had picked you up from your house on the way to the bar. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about driving two cars home. You had bet Jake that you could beat him in darts which was likely to happen because he thought it was funny to see you brag about winning sometimes. You, Javy and Jake all knew he took it easy on you but none of you ever said anything. 

“If I make this one then you have to pick up my tab for tonight.” You rolled the dart between your fingers, the jagged metal digging into your skin delightfully. 

“No fucking way that’s gonna happen. I just bought your dinner the other night. You’re gonna fucking make me go broke.” He scoffed at you before taking a drink of his beer. You both knew that the statement was false. Between the money he got from the Navy and his family wealth he didn’t have any financial worries. 

“Not my fault you suck at darts. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about picking up air bunnies you’d actually be able to practice sometime.” Your words were playful, it had become an inside joke in the squad that Jake was a player. But you knew better than that, he rarely ever slept with any of the women he left with. He would normally make sure they got home safely before going home himself. But he had already been labeled as a man whore so he figured he’d put on a show. 

“I’m gonna tell Javy that you’re being mean to me.” your mouth dropped open as you looked at him. There was a playful twinkle in his eyes as he gave you a big toothy grin.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You glared at him, he gave you a nonchalant shrug.

“Is this asshole bothering you?” It was almost like Javy knew you were talking about him as he came to stand behind you, hands placing themselves on your hips, chin laying on your shoulder. You gave Jake a smirk causing his own to fall from his lips. 

“Yes actually he is.” Jake went to protest but Javy started laughing, you could feel the vibrations from his chest on your back. 

“Get lost.” Jake gaped at you as Javy jested, you held your hand out to him expectantly waiting for him to place his last dart in your palm. 

“You’re taking her side?” Jake placed the red dart in your hand anyways, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“You’re not the one that I plan on going home with tonight.” Javy’s smooth voice and the innuendo in his words had your whole body igniting with warmth. 

“This isn’t fair. I should’ve never set the two of you up.” The blonde continued to grumble as he mopped away, going to the pool table where some of the squad were playing a game. 

“He’s so whiny.” You turned in your boyfriend's hold coming face to face with him. You took in the sharpness of his jawline and the smirk on his lips. When your eyes met his brown ones, they had a sparkle in them. 

“He was just mad because you were about to hand him his ass in darts again.” you giggled at his reply, fingers drumming across his chest. He grabbed your wrist and brought your hand up to his lips kissing your fingers before grabbing the two darts from your other hand. 

“If I hit bullseye with both of these you gotta do that thing I like when we get home tonight.” His lips brushed your ear as he whispered into it. Your cheeks heated up at his words, mind becoming foggy at the thought of what he meant. 

“Let’s see what you got then hot stuff.” You gave him space to throw the darts, hand dramatically gesturing towards the board. He gave you a wink before he skillfully sent the first dart through the air. It hit the center of the board and he sent the other one through the air quickly after. It hit the center of the board as well. 

“Well sugar?” He turned to you with both of his eyebrows perked up. You gave him a teasing smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m ready to go home whenever you are.” You walked past him, landing a hand on his ass and sending him a wink. His eyes followed the sway of your hips as you walked to the bar. 

“I taught both of you everything you know about darts you realize that right?” Jake came up and slapped a hand on Javy’s shoulder. 

“Yea, yea, yea. Whatever you say man.” Javy glanced at his best friend and saw the smile on his face. His eyes fluttered back to your form leaning against the bar talking to Penny and he let out a long breath, shoulders relaxing. 

“I wasn’t at work ya know.” Javy desperately needed to tell someone where he was at. Jake looked at him questioningly, confusion clear in his expression. 

“Where were you then?” Javy hadn’t lied to you in the two years you had been dating so Jake wasn’t sure why he had started now. 

“I was looking at rings.” Jake’s mouth fell open before he punched Javy’s arm.

“Ow. What the fuck was that for man?” Javy rubbed the spot that Jake's fist had just come in contact with.

“You were looking at rings to propose to her without me? How dare you?” Jake pouted his lips as he glared at the New Orleans man.

“I didn’t buy one yet you asshole. You can come with me when I do. Now shut up she’s coming back over here.” They both looked back towards the bar and saw you walking their way with three beers in your hands. 

“What’re you boys talking about?” you asked them as you handed them each a bottle. 

“I was just asking Javy about taking the dogs on a hike this weekend. I heard one of the techs talking about a spot that I want to go to.” Javy was grateful for his friend's quick thinking. 

“Gumbo and Ella would love that. What time were we thinking?” Your excitement was clear in your words as your eyes got wider and your tone got a little higher. Javy took you in as you and his best friend talked about this weekend and he thanked whatever was out there that he was lucky enough to have these two amazing people in his life.

A/N: This is the finale of my month-long pride celebration and my hundred celly posts. I can't believe I've posted something everyday for the whole month and that I've gotten through all my requests. Thank you everyone that has shown me so much love during this time and to everyone that requested something for my celebration.

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a little bit of fun

this is my attempt at a drabble (1.8ish-k words), this is for/dedicated to/inspired by @laracrofted and @theharddeck because sometimes a threesome can be and is something so personal and healing <3 i hope you enjoy!! i have nothing else to say for myself lmao - minors DNI! warnings: threesome (mmf, and the boys do kiss hehe), dp (PiV, unprotected) + ass play (oops lol), spanking, dacryphilia a bit, pining if you squint tagging?? @sebsxphia @sometimesanalice @waklman @joaquinwhorres @gretagerwigsmuse @lewmagoo @genius2050 @seresinsweetie

You're midway through taking your first sip of the perfect ice cold beer when a deep voice behind you intones, "We saw you from across the bar, we liked your vibe."

Turning around slowly, you turn a very unimpressed gaze upon Jake and Javy, both of whom are sporting shit eating grins. They're clearly amused with themselves.

"What is this gay lovers bit you guys are doing?" You raise an eyebrow at the pair, nodding your head at where Javy has an arm draped across Jake's shoulders. "And why do you think it's going to work?"

If you're honest, the two of them are a sight to behold. They both somehow glow under the artificial lighting of the Hard Deck, and their uniforms are too form-fitting to not be tailored, despite you knowing they're not. Truly, it's unfair how attractive the both of them are.

"It's worked before, sweetheart," Jake's smile is sharklike, but there's little real bite behind it. It's Javy you've got to keep an eye on.

"Thought we might try again." Javy lets his eyes scan your body lazily, not even bothering to hide the way his gaze fixates on the way your thighs press against the barstool and the way your tits strain against the sundress you'd thrown on.

"Well, you're shit outta luck. Not looking to get disappointed one more time today." You make to turn the barstool around, but then Jake's crowding you against the bar.

He's so fucking warm and solid against you, you almost don't know what to do. But you push weakly against his chest and try to make a help expression at Javy over his shoulder. He just shakes his head.

"Disappointed? Baby, if I remember correctly you were–"

You don't let him finish because you slap a hand over his mouth and exclaim, "Okay! None of that please. I'll get Penny to ring the bell if you finish that sentence."

Behind Jake, Javy just smiles warmly at you and his expression melts into something that sends a lightning bolt of arousal through you, "Just one drink?"

"Fine. One."

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"Thought you said, uh, you didn't want to do this again," Jake's voice is strained with the way he's holding himself back from thrusting up into you. "Fuck, you're tight."

All you can do is moan in response as you drop your forehead to rest on his shoulder. Every single one of your nerves feels like it's on fire and you think you might be running a fever. Stradling Jake's hips and sandwiched between the two men, with Jake's cock already buried inside of you and Javy steadily sliding into you, your mind is swimming with arousal.

"Nah, our girl loves a little hate fuck." Javy emphasizes his last word with a little thrust, one that jostles both you and Jake up the bed just slightly.

Despite the copious amounts of prep and what feels like a good third of the bottle of lube Jake keeps in his bedside table (which he vehemently denies he bought just for when this keeps happening), you still feel the slight stretch as Javy inches inside you alongside Jake. You're panting and whining; you can't even bring yourself to care about the fact that you're supposed to not want this. The two of them are relentless, Javy behind you, Jake under you.

"Shit, shit, fuck!" You gasp out as Javy finally bottoms out. "Both of you aren't supposed to have huge dicks," You pause to let out a whine as Jake rocks his hips up just slightly, "That's against the laws of nature or something."

"The fact that you're talking so much means we're doing something wrong," Javy laughs lightly and smacks your ass in a way that makes you jolt.

"Shit, Javy, you gotta warn me before you do that." Jake attempts levity but you can hear the way he's fighting the urge to throw caution and coordination to the wind, press his feet into the mattress, and fuck you with abandon.

Javy doesn't respond, instead he makes his point by using one of his huge hands to grab your hip and the other to grab you by the ribs and dragging you back against his hips and down onto both his and Jake's cocks. A surprised groan leaves Jake and you squeal.

You bite Jake's neck to try and muffle the moans that are bursting from your chest at the way Javy's hands feel on you, the way Jake keeps petting your sides but also pinching your nipples. He usually complains the morning after, but never in the moment.

It would surprise most people, you think, the way the two operate in bed. Javy's usually confident in that quiet way that lets you know he's competent, whereas Jake is all ego. Every time you've found yourself in this exact position though, or some form of it, it's Javy who's in charge.

You're digging your nails into Jake's shoulders and trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensations as Javy sets a brutal pace, your forehead buried in Jake's neck. He throws his head back and pushes his hips up just as Javy pulls out and the way the two slide past each other instead of with each other might haunt you for the rest of your life.

When Javy puts a hand on the back of your neck for leverage, you know you can't hold on to your ploy any longer. You lose yourself in the way your bodies move in tandem, the way Jake moans and pants are right by your ear. Javy spanks you again and you feel the tears on your cheeks before you register that you're crying at all.

Then Javy's lips are up against your ear, "Fuck, look at you, taking our cocks so well. You're so fucking perfect, made for this, made to be stretched out and fucked."

Jake groans when Javy's lips brush his over your shoulder and then he's babbling too, "Shit, Javy, I can feel her squeezing us. Baby, I can't believe you pretend you don't love this."

You think you might be trying to defend yourself, might be trying to tell them that it makes it fun when everyone involved knows that this is how you'll end up anyway, but you can't form words. All your attention is on the way the curls at the base of Jake's cock are rubbing on your clit, the way one of Javy's hands has sneaked around to the nipple he's learned is more sensitive than the other. You think you might be drooling as you moan mindlessly.

Then, the moment of light tenderness is over when Javy leans back slightly and chuckles darkly before saying, "Jake, watch this."

His free hand grabs your ass and spreads you open. Then he spits. You moan at the sensation of the coolness against you, til he gently prods at you with his thumb and you choke off the sound. You jerk away from the sensation involuntarily, a little too fucked out to control your body, a little too turned on to do anything but gasp out a desperate please.

"Fuck, Javy, do it again, she loves it." Jake lifts your face away from his neck so he can look into your eyes, so he can see the way they flutter at the sensation of being so goddamn full.

You can only imagine what you look like–sweat plastering your hair to your forehead and neck, eyes slightly red from crying, lips bitten to hell. He keeps eye contact as Javy repeats his actions and your eyes roll back. Your eyes are closed when his hand slides from your face to your neck and just holds you there.

The moan you let out when Javy moves his hand from the back of your neck to trail feather-light down your back is animalistic, it tears itself out of your chest as you feel yourself cry again. Jake tries to keep an even pace with the rhythm of Javy's hips, but you can feel the way they're starting to lose pace, clearly both close.

Then Javy starts talking. It's always the same when you're all so fucked out, the barriers come down.

"Such a good fucking girl, you should see the way you're stretched around us, good god, never going to let you go. Should keep you here so we can do this every day, fuck you full of us, sweet, sweet girl." His voice has lost its hard edge, but he keeps the tip of his finger in your ass, his other hand on your lower back.

"Fuck, you're so good to us. You look so good like this, bent over for me, I bet Jake loves the way your tits feel. You're so fucking incredible."

Jake somehow finds it in himself to speak up too, "Come for us, c'mon baby, let go, wanna feel you come around us so fucking bad. Let go, come for us."

They've never failed to talk you through it. It makes your heart clench in your chest in a way that it shouldn't when you're split open on their cocks, when your eyes are too glazed over to really see the expression on Jake's face where he's now holding your face firmly in one of his hands.

They hold you when you finally fall apart, barely faltering. Jake keeps chanting something about your tight fucking cunt and Javy pets your back and calls you our best girl.

Jake finishes next with a grunt that breaks off into a moan as he shoves his hips up hard into you, and you shudder from oversensitivity. When Javy comes it's sloppy, like it always is, his cum adding to the warmth of Jake already inside you. Everyone's oversensitive but Javy keeps the three of you rocking together til you come to and whine and smack Jake in the chest, til you brace yourself on him so you can reach back and try to hit Javy too.

"There you are..." He murmurs as he pulls out and you almost collapse from the way you know his eyes are hyper focused on the mixture of his and Jake's cum leaking out of you.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," You grind out as you roll off Jake and throw an arm over your eyes, remembering that you're supposed to hate them, but also bone tired.

Jake's arms are still around you and your legs are draped on Javy's thighs, his hands now petting your calves and thighs. It's strangely domestic and soothing despite the way you ache and you know you'll need them to hold you for the next hour. They always do it more than enthusiastically, working as well together to take care of you afterwards as they do a team in the air.

In that moment though, Javy's smile is devilish when you peek at him and you know Jake is wearing a matching expression, "Why? You offering?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"Already did, baby, already did."

read the companion fic - “it’s not rotten work (not if it’s you)”