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sushiwriterhere · 11 months

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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."

"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)”

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lewispullmaned · 2 years

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Greg Tarzan Davis says Glen Powell is crazy.(X)

#glen powell #hangman #jake seresin #greg tarzan davis #coyote #Javy 'Coyote' Machado #top gun 2 maverick #lewis pullman

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bobby-r2d2-floyd · 1 year

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behind the glass part one | (tgm x nhl)

note: i've finally sat down long enough to actually write this and im so excited that it's finally here!

warnings: a few swear words, nothing too bad. not a lot of dialogue, mostly background stuff, time jumping, mentions of the covid-19 pandemic

beta'd by the lovely @sarahsmi13s

word count: 4.2k

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The first time your parents took you to a hockey game, it was 2008 and you were 13 years old. You remember it was glass seats, home-shoots-twice side right off to the left of the net for the Pittsburgh Penguins in Mellon Arena, affectionately named The Igloo for the white domed top and it being home to the Penguins.

Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, the Penguins Two Headed Monster, had a combined 68 goals and 148 assists that season. They both racked up career 100 goals with Crosby earning his 200th career assist and 300th career point. Malkin earned the Art Ross trophy as well as the Conn Smythe trophy with a nod to the Hart Memorial trophy, whereas Crosby only received a nod for the Mark Messier Leadership Award.

The Penguins had a decent regular season that year as a team. 45 wins to their 37 losses (28 in regulation and 9 in overtime) but they went on to beat the Philadelphia Flyers, then the Washington Capitals, then the Hurricanes over in Raleigh before finally beating the Detroit Red Wings for the Stanley Cup at the Joe Louis Arena.

Your dad used to joke that you didn’t blink the entire time that you were there, not even during the intermissions between periods. From that moment forward, you were hooked. Hockey consumed your life, you begged your parents for the chance to go again, and again, and again. You went to every home game that took place on weekends. The glass seats were a gift as a back to school surprise, but you never minded sitting further back if it meant you had a better view of the ice.

Over the next 12 years you must have attended nearly 500 games (professional and college), and when you weren't at the games, you were watching them on TV. You, with the help of your parents and grandparents, cultivated your childhood around the sport. Games, practices, meet-the-players events… you attended as much as you could; you even played on a rec team for a bit.

In high school you convinced the head of the newspaper to let you write all four years instead of just your junior and senior years. You specialized in sports, aside from hockey, you were well educated with baseball and football. You graduated high school with a full ride to Penn State University where you double majored in digital journalism and telecommunications and received a certificate in sports journalism.

You thanked whatever god there was above that you managed to bag a position with the Penguins as an assistant photographer for the team. You became a permanent fixture on your favorite team during year one of their back-to-back Stanley Cups, one away at San Jose (2016) and the second one at Nashville (2017) and you were just as over the moon as the players were as you watched Sidney lift the cup for the third time in the last decade.

As you made your way onto the ice, you threw some of the Predators players condolences and “good game [insert player here]” as they worked their way off the ice.

You had developed a close bond with the Russian half of the Monster, and with his wife at home with their newborn son, you made sure to facetime her as Geno skated up to you with the cup, cheering to her in their native tongue. You leave him to talk to his wife while you go off and take pictures of the rest of the players and staff that made it out to Nashville while they’re still celebrating on the ice before moving into the locker room.

The summer of 2017 was a whirlwind event.

Between attending cup celebrations for the friends you made on the team and then almost immediately getting right back to it with pre-season at the Penguins practice facility, UPMC Lemieux Sports Complex, in Cranberry.

On a rare day off, you and fellow Penguins photographer Leland Hawkins were at PNC Park watching the Pirates play the Cubs when the news came through.

“Jesus Christ.” you mumble as you look at your phone screen.

“What?” Leland asks, eyes not leaving the field as she shovels popcorn into her mouth.

“San Diego just announced that they were approved for their own NHL team and they broke ground on an arena that’s expected to be complete prior to the start of the 2020-21 season,” you paraphrase aloud as you scan the article. “We just went through a draft with Vegas and now we need to go through it again?”

“You’re joking, right? We just lost Fleury and now we’re about to lose ANOTHER person? Unbelievable…” Lee mutters before taking your phone from you and reading the article for yourself.

You watch as Rizzo hits a line drive to left field to take first base and you smile a bit, he was your favorite player after all, but the Pirates were the home team. Either way you would be happy with the outcome.

Expansion drafts were never fun for anyone. You remember the hot coal feeling in your stomach as you watched Marc-Andre say his goodbyes to Sid, Geno, and Kris. Players he had known for his entire career to go somewhere completely new.

“I hope I never get asked to go somewhere new. I don’t think I could ever leave this view,” you say as you kick your feet up on the seat in front of you, stealing Leland’s popcorn as you look out past the outfield to the Allegheny River and the Pittsburgh Skyline. For it being Father’s Day, the park wasn’t that packed considering the weather was absolutely beautiful.

“Yeah I think I could. Isn’t there a Navy base in San Diego? All the hot seamen.”

“Is there even a market for another team there? There’s already three teams in California, two of them are not even three hours away.” you say before cheering as Rizzo crosses home plate, bringing the score to 3-0, Cubs.

“New York has two basically next door to each other and then there’s the New Jersey team, ALSO right there.” Leland tries to rationalize and you shake your head.

“Madison Square Garden is in Manhattan and the Barclays Center is in Brooklyn, there’s a forty-ish minute difference and the Prudential Center is an hour away from Madison,” you correct her before standing. “Want anything from concession?”

“Get me a beer please? And why do you know all that?”

“I make it my job to know!” you yell back as you walk away from her.

While in line, you scan through the article again. The old Pechanga Arena will be demolished and then rebuilt to become a new top of the line facility, not too much different from the newer Little Ceasar’s Arena in Detroit, and will only be a 15 minute highway drive from Petco Park.

You shake your head and slip your phone back into your pocket before ordering two beers and a couple of pretzels before pressing the thought of another expansion team to the back of your mind.

The rest of the game flies by and the Pirates lost the series 7-1 which you weren’t surprised by. Tthe Cubs are a good team who’re just coming off the tail end of winning the World Series only eight months prior.

The news of another expansion was the talk of the locker room the next time you were at the Sports Complex. You were sitting in the hallway leading up to the locker room taking pictures when a little blond boy came running up to you.

“Lens!” You hear and you have barely enough time to set your camera down before you’re being knocked over by Nikita Malkin.

“Nik! What are you doing here?” you laugh as you wrap your arms around him.

“Gonna skate with daddy,” he says, his English is good but you know that Anna and Geno speak Russian primarily at home.

“That’ll be fun, gonna score some goals on Muzz?” He nods and you smile, “Good, score one for me.” you say before he bounces off and you manage to get a few photos of him and Geno walking down the hallway.

During the first half of the 2017-18 season the Pens were 19-21 and 28-14 in the back half. They managed to take second in the metropolitan division and head into the playoffs, where, unfortunately they had a second round exit after losing to the Capitals in game six.

As sad as you were for the team to go early, you were thankful for the opportunity to take a bit of a break. You and Leland were able to travel around Europe for a few months before reporting back to Pennsylvania before the players were due to return.

You were taking some pictures of new players’ jerseys that were hanging up when you heard the door open. You look over and see the captain standing there and you give him a small smile.

“Hey Sid. Ready to be back?” you ask as you move over to the next stall.

“Oh yeah, hopefully we’ll make it past round two this year,” he says and he takes a seat and starts pulling stuff out of his duffle that he had slung around his shoulder.

“Well, you never know. I’m just glad Ovechkin can finally shut up now about not having a cup,” you say and he laughs. His rivalry with the Russian has always been a big thing on the ice, but off you knew that the two were friends.

“Right, happy for him though,” he says before looking over at you. “What happened to Leland? Doesn’t she usually do this?”

“She actually moved to Denver. So it’s just me now. Well, at least until my assistant gets here.” you say and he laughs.

“A promotion? Good for you. You always deserved it.” He hesitates, “No offense to Lee.”

You smile and nod, “I’m sure she wouldn’t take any offense, Sid. How was your off season?”

“It was good, Nate and I did a lot around Cole Harbour. Spent a lot of time relaxing at home, played a bit with Taylor while she was in town. What about you?”

“Went to a lot of Pirates games, helped Lee move, spent a lot of time outside with my younger siblings, hung out with some of the WAGs that stayed in town..” you say before taking a seat next to him. “Did you read that on top of the San Diego expansion, Seattle is getting a team now too? Making the even 32 teams and odd 33? Wonder who will be next.”

“Yeah I heard… It’s weird though, that Bettman has allowed so many expansions.”

“It’s Bettman, are you surprised? Why does he do half the shit he does?” You roll your eyes, your disdain for the NHL Commissioner very evident on your face.

“Don’t say that too loud, he might hear you,” he bumps your shoulder and you laugh.

“Right, the last thing I need is to be fired, or worse… transferred.”

“Hey, you work for Mario and he loves you. He won’t let you leave.” Sidney tells you and you can tell he’s being honest. Crosby may be many things, but a liar? Never.

You notice the proximity between the two of you and you take a deep breath, his cologne filling your senses before you clear your throat and stand up. “I uh.. I’ll leave you to change. See you on the ice, Cap.”

You shake the thought of being so close to him off, he’s Sidney Crosby and you’re just a photographer for the team.

You wait for Sid to take the ice before moving down to the bench so you can get pictures of him without the glass being in the way.

You remember the day that he got drafted to the Penguins in 2005, you remember all the things that everyone had said about him, “he was going to save the Penguins”. All the injuries he had, all the concussions, the year of missed games… He was one of the best skaters in the game after some of the legends. Watching him skate is the reason that you took up skating yourself, he was your on ice hero but you would never tell him that.

After taking some pictures of him skating, you make your way out from behind the bench so you can head up to your office and get started on picking what pictures to send to the digital media team.

Before you know it, the season is already ending with a first round exit, swept by the Islanders despite winning 44 games in the regular season.

By the time March of 2020 rolled around, the Penguins had 40 wins and 29 losses, a comeback that they needed.

Until everything came to a standstill.

Commissioner Bettman paused the season due to the threat of Covid-19. All non-essential positions were suspended due to the virus.

For the next four months you didn’t leave your home. All groceries were ordered from people who were brave enough to do Shipt, you taught yourself how to actually cook, spent a lot of time talking to your parents over Zoom, you started to write more, making mock articles to get back into the swing of the journalism aspect of your job again.

By the time that July had come around there were two hub cities named for the play-offs, Toronto and Edmonton. You traveled with the Penguins to Toronto for the modified tournament but left after the Canadiens knocked out the Penguins after three games.

September 28, 2020 the Lightning were crowned Stanley Cup Champions, and the 20-21 season began officially on January 13, 2021. Only 56 games would be played before the Cup would be returned to the Lightning again only a few short months later.

The San Diego expansion draft took place just after Stamkos raised the cup for the second time.

You watched as players got drafted to the San Diego Tomcats, shocked as some teams traded away some of their best skaters, knowing that they didn’t go lightly. Just like what happened with Vegas when Fleury left, you felt a sinking feeling in your chest.

You watched as the last six players were drafted: first was Bradley Bradshaw, center from the Capitals; Reuben Fitch, left defense from the Predators; Mickey Garcia, left wing from the Rangers; Jake Seresin, right wing from the Stars [you rolled your eyes at his name, good luck Tomcats]; Javy Machado, right defense from the Bruins; and the fortieth man drafted was Robert Floyd, goalie from the Blues.

Floyd and Bradshaw were the two you recognized the most between the six of them. Both were on cup winning teams in the last five years so you were surprised to see them there, but then again they weren’t the only Cup winners on the team, some guy named Brigham Lennox from the Lightning was also there. He was going to be a cocky asshole.

You were driving into PPG Paints the next morning when you got the phone call, it was a number you didn’t recognize so you were hesitant when you finally did answer.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N Champaign?” a deep voice asked from the other side and you sucked in a breath before answering.

“This is.”

“My name is Beau Simpson, I’m calling to inform you that you’re being relocated to San Diego. You’ll need to be here when players report for training.” he says and you pull over to the side of the road.

“Sir I’m employed directly with the Penguins, not the NHL-”

“Oh I know. You’re being sent over by recommendation of Mario Lemieux.”

“Oh.”

“I know you’re comfortable with the Penguins, I know that you’re from Pittsburgh so it’ll be hard leaving home. But I’ve seen your work both on the ice and off, as well as behind the glass. You’re talented and as a new team, we could use some talent everywhere it counts.” he says, and you throw your head back against your seat.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be on a plane before the afternoon.” you tell him and you can hear the relief in his voice.

“Wonderful. Bradley Bradshaw will meet you at the gate, he was the first one here so he can get you to the facility.”

“I’m assuming this is an office phone, so I’ll email you the details of my flight.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mario already has them. I’ll pass your number along to Bradshaw.” he says before the line goes dead and you look at your phone as the line disconnects.

You pull back into the road and continue your drive, the last one to PPG Paints as a home team member.

Mario is in his office when you make your way upstairs. A gentle knock on the glass alerts him to your presence and he gives you a smile, “come in.”

“Beau Simpson called me while I was on my way over.” you tell him as you sit down across from him.

“Yeah, he called me last night. I’m sorry I didn’t-”

You hold your hand up and stop him, “don’t worry about it. It’s… okay. It’ll suck leaving the team and everyone behind but new opportunities, right? Plus it’ll be nice seeing the sun for longer than three out of twelve months.” you joke and he cracks a smile and laughs with you.

“You’ll be missed.”

“I know.”

He passes you an envelope and it has your last check as well as a flight itinerary and contract for the Tomcats for you to read through on the plane. “Well, I’m sure you have some owner stuff to do so I’m gonna go say bye to the team.”

He stands and pulls you in for a hug, you were close with everyone, players and staff, so it wasn’t surprising when he pulled you in gently. “I’m gonna miss you, kid.”

You pull away and give him a gentle squeeze on his arm before walking out of the office and down to the ice, stopping along the way to say goodbye to familiar faces in the hallways.

You take a look out to the ice, you watch as the team laughs and smiles, passing the pucks to each other as they all run their own drills. Coach Sullivan is the first person to notice you, skating over and leaning against the boards.

“No camera today?”

“No.. not today… or tomorrow… or next week.” you say and his smile drops.

“No, where to?”

“San Diego.”

“Well, they just got a great person added to their team, it sucks it comes at our loss.” he says before blowing his whistle, getting the attention of all the players. Sidney is the first to skate over to you, slowing down before hitting the boards.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m being relocated. So I just wanted to come by and say goodbye to the team.” you tell him with a sad smile. He opens the gate for you and you set down your paper work on the bench before taking his hand and stepping onto the ice.

One by one, all players new and old (mostly old) pull you in for a tight hug, ignoring the sting of the hard pads digging into you at odd angles. You laugh as Geno hauls you into the air before setting you back down on the ice, only slipping a little bit but he’s quick to steady you.

After wrapping up your goodbyes, you head back to your apartment and pack up just the necessities before meeting your mom downstairs.

“You ready sweetheart?” she asks, helping you with your camera bags and you sigh.

“As ready as I’ll ever be to move away from the two homes I’ve ever known.” you tell her and she gives you a small smile.

“You’re going to be just fine over there.”

“I know, it's just… this city means so much to me. It’ll suck only being back for a few games a season.”

“And holidays.” she says and you laugh.

“And holidays.” you confirm and she smiles.

The drive to the airport went too quick for your liking and before you knew it, you were in the air above the steel city, watching as the skyline and the yellow bridges fade into the distance.

Six hours later you were landing in Fightertown, USA. Stiff from the flight, you do your best to work out all the kinks and cracks that your body goes through as you walk over to baggage claim. It’s easy to find your gear bags due to the giant Penguins logo on the sides, and the small bright yellow suitcase came shortly after.

You turned your phone back on and the first notification that you get is from an unknown number and a text that reads

Waiting for you at the Starbucks in term. 2. See you soon! -Rooster

“Rooster? Who the fuck is that?” you mumble before making your way to the Starbucks. You do a quick scan of the area, you know what Bradley looks like, so you know that none of the people around you are him.

15 minutes go by when an out of breath, lanky brunette walks up to you.

“I am so sorry I’m late, I was here but then I had to go to the bathroom and then there was some kids that recognized me and-”

“Take a breath, I’m not mad.”

“Okay, give me a minute,” he takes a few deep breaths before holding out his hand, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw, or Rooster, if you want.”

“Rooster?” you ask, his palm large and warm against your own as you introduce yourself as well and you take the moment to take him in, his brown hair is already sun bleached at the front and he dons a pornstache that he somehow manages to pull off.

“Yeah, Ovi started calling me that when I joined the Caps so..”

“Oh trust me, I am well versed with Ovi nicknames. He used to call me chicken because my family had chickens a few years ago.. He’s the one who started calling me Lens, actually.” you say as you stand up and pull the handle up on your suitcase.

Bradley is taking the strap of your gear bag when you grab it from him and he looks at you wide eyed.

“Sorry it's just.. There’s a lot of expensive equipment and-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. Would you rather carry it or…?”

“Yeah, sorry I know it's weird and I know everything is packed really well, but I know it was probably thrown around during loading and unloading.” you say and he gives you a small smile.

“Well, then I’m taking this.” he says as he takes the handle of your suitcase from you. “Welcome to San Diego, Lens.” he says as you make your way to the front where his Bronco is waiting for you.

You two make idle small talk as he makes the short drive from the airport to where the new Pechanga Arena is located.

“It’s going to be weird not seeing you in the Caps uniform anymore.” you say as you climb out of the car and he laughs.

“Yeah, but it’ll be nice to see you everyday now.” he says and you notice the flirty smile on his face and you roll your eyes.

“Just remember to smile for the camera, Bradshaw.” you chirp back to him as he opens the door for you.

Standing in the vestibule of the arena, you take everything in. The Navy timeline that wraps around the wall, the Top Gun memorabilia that's displayed behind glass. Bronze statues of the old San Diego Gulls members standing proudly. Bradley gives you a gentle nudge before looking up and you do the same, a replica F-14 Tomcat is hanging, wings in, right above your head.

“Wow… I’ve been to Little Caesars many times over the years, for various reasons, so I knew a little bit of what to expect but this is… Amazing.”

The two of you wander down into the bowl seating and you watch as the ice gets painted, the steel blue and slate gray of the logo is being carefully brushed onto the stark white ice. You follow him around the rest of the arena, a small tour of the locker room where there’s various players in a state of undress after a voluntary workout before going to the offices.

Your office was a bit bigger than the one at PPG, the only difference was the F-14 that was painted on the wall instead of the Penguin from the 90’s that you loved so much.

“Simpson, Coach Kazansky and the rest of the coaching staff are going to be waiting in the review room whenever you’re ready. It’s down the hall to the left, and then it's the third door on the right.” Bradley says before leaving you to settle in.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your mom that you landed just fine and were already settling into your new office before you put your hands on your hips and let out a sigh as you looked around, it’ll be a long road of making your office comfortable like it was back home, but you honestly couldn’t wait to see what this new city would bring you.

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Headcanons: First Date + First Kiss (Part Two)

Headcanons for what I think the characters would do for a first date, and how I think the first kiss would go. - Part Two

-- Part One Here --

Pairings: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader; Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader; Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader; and Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader - All GN!Readers

Warnings: Kisses obviously, nothing else really.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

First Date:

Mickey loves a good Drive-In Movie, and when he heard you say you'd never been to one, he knew that was him moment.

So he took the plunge and asked you on a date, already having it planned beforehand.

When you pulled into the drive-in theater, you were amazed as you had no idea there was a drive-in theater near where you lived.

It was a showing of the classic 'Grease'.

It was the only movie showing at the time, but it was fun, you both enjoyed it, singing along together.

After having popcorn and soda, you then ate burgers that were delivered to each car.

When the movie was over, you sat in the car until the credits were over, neither of you wanting the date to end.

Mickey took the longer route back to your house, so he could spend as much time with you as he could.

You noticed this of course, but said nothing. You figured out why he was doing it, and you wanted it as well.

He walked you to your door, and bid you good-night, asking if you wanted to hang out the next day as well. Not an official date, but you said yes of course.

First Kiss:

When you and Mickey hung-out the day after your first date, you went to a park, walking around together.

You ended up sitting in the grass, talking for a couple of hours and even cloud-gazing.

Eventually, though you didn't want too, you had to make your way home.

As you walked to meet each other earlier in the day, he walked you all the way home. He insisted really.

The longer you walked, the closer he seemed to get to you.

Your shoulders brushed together, and eventually your hands.

At one point, when your fingers brushed, his hand slipped into yours, wrapping around it.

You smiled bashfully at each other, and continued walking.

When you made it to your house, he slowed in his steps, still clutching your hand.

Stopping you turned to look at him, and you felt your heart palpitate at the way he was gazing at you.

Slowly, without speaking, he pulled you a bit closer to him.

Wordlessly, your eyes locked, before his flicked down to your lips.

Getting closer, his lips brushed gently over yours before he kissed you.

It started out slow and gently, then he pulled you flush against him, as he deepened the kiss.

When you eventually pulled away, you smiled gleefully at each other, heads pressed together, neither of you wanting to part.

But you had too, though you were both comforted by the thought that you would see each other again soon.

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Robert "Bob" Floyd

First Date:

Bob had wanted to ask you on a date for a long time before he finally did. When he asked you, he was a bit flustered, but finally got it out. You thought it was adorable, and obviously said yes.

Bob decided to take you to an aquarium. He was afraid it would be seen as a bit "childish" for a date.

But the way your eyes lit up as you saw all the fish told him different, and he was glad he brought you.

He adored the way you would get excited for the various animals, especially when they got close to the glass.

It was honestly very hard for him to keep his eyes off of you. Your smile was amazing, and he loved that he had a hand in it.

You took your time making your way through the aquarium, taking turns naming some of the fish as well. Some after the other dagger squad members, some with just various fun names.

Eventually you got to the end of the aquarium and made your way into the gift shop.

You decided you were both going to buy the other something, and surprise them with it.

You got Bob a cute puffer fish key chain, that you said reminded you of him (in the best way) .

Bob got you a stuffed plushie of a stingray.

Once you finally made your way home, you kissed Bob on the cheek as a goodbye. He was obviously flustered because of it, which you found adorable.

First Kiss:

Your first kiss with Bob didn't come on the second date, but the third date, where the two of you went to a small music-night together at a local bar.

You sat close together the whole night, singing along and laughing together.

There was one point where he had his arm around your waist, and you locked eyes. There was obvious tension, but it was broken when a fight broke out nearby.

After the night was over, Bob took you home of course, and walked you to the door.

Just like the first and second date, you kissed him on the cheek. But when you pulled away, he didn't immedietely go to leave, but lingered for a moment with you as you talked.

While he told you how much he loved spending time with you (which you returned), he was not so sly in his glances at your lips.

You could tell he wanted to kiss you, but was slow to get to that point, afraid he would be moving too fast for you.

So you waited, not rushing him to leave, but lingering and smiling at him.

Eventually he got the hint that you were in no rush for him to leave, and he finally asked if he could kiss you.

You said yes obviously, and he slowly leaned in, lingering just an inch away for a moment as your noses brushed, before he kissed you.

It was gently, obviously shy at first, but only a moment later did his hands find your waist, as he deepened the kiss.

Some might be surprised to find Bob to be a good kisser, but you weren't at all.

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

First Date:

When you agreed to go on a date with Natasha, you both decided to plan something to do. You would choose what to do first, she would choose what to do afterwards.

You decided to go to a nearby farmers-marker like festival you knew about, that she had never heard of

There was music, food, dancing, market shops, animals, etc.

You walked around enjoying everything you could.

You ate ice cream, but nothing else, as Natasha said her plan included food.

The two of you ended up dancing along in the middle of the market to the live band.

No one was in sync with each other, but the vibes and atmosphere were so enjoyable the two of you did nothing but smile and laugh the whole time.

After a few hours, when you both got hungry, the two of you made your way to Natasha's choice date.

Natasha thought thoroughly about what she wanted to do on your first date, wanting it to be unique, but fun.

So, she reached out to a family friend and rented a small boat, that supplied a built in grill.

You went out on the water, sitting around the grill cooking your food together.

The weather was perfect for the day, a light breeze, sunlight with the occasional cloud.

You were lucky enough to see a pod of dolphins nearby, as well as some interesting fish that swam near the boat.

After making your way to shore, instead of the date being over, the two of you decided you didn't want to part just yet.

First Kiss:

After the boat ride, the two of you ended up walking around down town together.

You people-watched and window shopped, until the sky began to get darker.

Since you chose where you were going at first, you had driven, so you took her home.

You walked her to her gate, and the two of you lingered for a few moments, talking and saying your good nights.

The mutual tension was obvious, so when both your eyes seemed to flicker and linger on each others lips, you both smiled and stepped closer.

As you kissed, she grabbed the collar of your shirt/jacket, to hold you close, as you hands sat on her waist.

The kiss was gentle, and slow, and it sent shivers through you.

You parted with giddy smiles, and soft good nights, knowing you'd see each other the next day. And hopefully kiss again.

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Javy "Coyote" Machado

First Date:

No boring dates allowed with Javy.

So when the two of you went to a giant arcade-like center, you were not surprised.

It was targeted more towards adults, with food and alcohol stalls, as well as things such as pool, bowling, axe throwing and even a "destruction room".

Both of you agreed these were not the best activities to do while drinking, so you just got some other drinks and food as you made your way from activity to activity.

You bet with each other almost every game, competitive, yet playful at the same time.

Javy won at pool, but you won at bowling.

When you got to axe throwing you were both equally as good and bad as each other.

While you once missed the board entirely, Javy ended up hitting the board at an angle that sent the axe flying back at the two of you. This was both terrifying and hilarious, and was the last throw of the game.

Javy is a bit cocky and playful, so when you two were clearly feeling the growing tension between the two of you, he took the opportunity to make a bet with you.

The destruction room was based on points, so whoever got the higher amount won.

If you won, Javy would take you out again all expenses paid by him (which he would offer to do either way, but he didn't say this). But if he won, he got to kiss you (you had every intention of letting him do so anyways, but this made it more fun)

First Kiss:

At the end of the destruction room, Javy won by just over 50 points.

He did not hide his cockiness at this, and only flirted even more as he stepped up to you at the end, his eyes clearly on your lips.

He teased you a bit, by lingering just a few inches away, while he made flirty comments.

Saying things like you lost on purpose, because you wanted him to kiss you.

Though you certainly did want him to kiss you, you didn't lose on purpose, though you weren't mad about it at all.

Shaking your head you gave him a "Would you shut up and kiss me already?"

To which he responded with a grin, before he pulled you close to him, initiating a rather passionate kiss.

He had wanted to kiss you for quite a while, so he did not hold back. His hand came up to your neck and face as he deepened the kiss.

Finally breaking away breathlessly, he smiled at you for a moment before kissing you again.

Eventually having to break away when another group was coming in, you left hand in hand.

This was not the last kiss of the date, but I'll let you decided what happened next.

xx End xx

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Coffee and Wintergreen || Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Javy "Coyote" Machado

Wintergreen and Coffee. Summary: Talking about leave leads to other possibilities. 719 words Jake 'Hangman' Seresin/Javy 'Coyote' Machado [Slash] Warning: kissing. Awkward boys. Notes: Takes place before the mission, sometime while they're stationed together. Thank you to the ever lovely @writercole for poking me about this. Comments and sharing fuel my writing, likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it is so appreciated and means the most. **Tag list is done. Please follow and turn on notifs for @wbslibrary **

Jake plops onto the leather couch, wincing as it groans in protest. The sofa was older than both of them, but it was well loved. Many people had sat on this couch, had conversations, slept, read, wept, God knows many times fluids had been exchanged on the damn thing. Javy looks up from the magazine on his lap, bumping his shoulder against Jake’s. “Going home for the break?” Jake asks. Javy’s grin is wide and easy, contagious. “Yeah, grandmomma’s already told me she’s making gumbo.” He says, “Etouffee, jambalaya and the whole kit.”

“You sure I can’t come home with you?” “I’ve told you man, there’s always a spot at the table for you. Grandmomma loves you—almost as much as she loves me, and she don’t love nobody.” “I’m catnip for grandmommas and mommas.” Jake grins. “It’s a heavy burden, but one all Seresin men carry.” “You’re so full of shit.” Javy laughs, his face lighting up even more as his shoulders shake, leaning heavily against Jake. There’s a spark under his skin from where his and Javy’s body connects, and once more he tries, he tries so hard to shove that back down, back into the proper hiding places. “I also know your momma’s fixing up a right spread for you too.” “She does. She’s also been blowing my phone up with all sorts of details about the party she’s throwing.” Jake says, settling back against the couch more. Javy’s arm is slung against the back, and it brings him closer to Javy’s body. Jake takes a steadying breath. Another mistake. Javy smells like cedarwood and orange, and if Jake closes his eyes, he can almost taste the orange on his tongue from Javy’s cologne. He can feel the warm vibration in the other man’s chest when Javy says his name. Jake blinks, realizing he’s been staring at Javy’s profile for the last five minutes. “You alright?” “Yeah, just thinkin’ I’m gonna miss you.” Javy chuckles, head tipping back against the couch. “Jake, it’s a couple weeks of leave. Then we’ll be shipped out somewhere, and you’ll be tired of me.” “I can’t get tired of you Machado.” Jake says. “You’re my best friend man.” There’s a twinge in his chest when he says that last bit. A small part of him, the one that he keeps buried in the dark, deep down inside dies a little bit at the title of friend. He can’t, he won’t. There’s too much riding on a very thin line. A thin line that’s becoming harder and harder not to cross. “Jake,” Javy’s voice curls against his ear. He swallows hard, turning to see Javy only millimeters away from him. Jake’s heart is in his throat, there’s a dull roaring his ears, an ache in his chest. There’s a warmth on his skin, Javy’s hand on his cheek, fingers bringing Jake closer, the distance closing between them in what feels like eons. The first brush of lips against his, isn’t enough. “Please,” Jake whispers. “Like you mean it Javy, if you mean it.” Javy’s fingers slide into Jake’s hair, a soft sigh emanating from one, both, who knows. There’s thirty seconds of a clock ticking away desperately, Javy’s mouth slotting over Jake’s. No more hesitation, nothing but the feeling of Javy’s lips against his. He tastes like stale coffee and wintergreen gum, and it’s a combination that Jake knows he’s going to crave for months to come. The worn leather of the couch squeaks, when Javy leans over him, their chests crushed together. Jake’s hands frame Javy’s face, tongue swiping against Javy’s lower lip, a soft sound coming from him when he’s granted access to Javy’s mouth. “Tell you what,” Javy murmurs. Calloused thumb brushing over Jake’s lower lip. They’re both panting, Jake knows he’s flushed, a bit starry eyed. “You go home for the first week, let your momma fuss over you. Then you come see me.” “So, your grandmomma can fuss over me?” Jake asks, smile easy and playful. “That, and so I can fuss over you proper like.” “I’d like that.” Jake says. “I’d definitely like that.” Javy’s lips are warm and soft when they press against Jake’s cheek. “I’ll make sure that grandmomma knows the white boy from Texas is coming. She does love to feed you.” /end

#Jake 'Hangman' Seresin/Javy 'Coyote' Machado #shelly writes #Serechado #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Javy 'Coyote' Machado #slash fic #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #macheresin

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nade2308 · 11 months

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'Cause I don't know where it's going

There's a part of me that loves not knowing

Just don't let it end before we begin

— Daughtry, "Start of something good"

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I was gonna write a fic for the event, but things took a different turn and I made a gifset instead. My entry for the @tgm-all4one event, "It's not the prompt, it's the creator"

The prompt: "Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 months

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6 + 86 with phoenix and coyote? adored your stoking phoenix fic and now i want more of them <3

Thanks for this, Anon :) I had to dig to find that prompt list, but it looks like the ones you picked were:

6. "We're in public, you know."

86. First date

“We’re in public, you know,” Coyote reminds her, only sweating because it’s June in California and not because Phoenix is close-range “teaching him to golf.”

He watches her hands slide up the shaft to cover his, feels her press her body closer.

“Then you probably wanna sink this one so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of the nine-year-olds,” she suggests.

Coyote grins.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Bet you thought you’d have the upper hand when you picked mini-golf for our first date.” Her arms swing with his as he taps his ball in with a tok. “You thought wrong.”

send me a prompt about ANYTHING for one of these fandoms!

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gay-destiel · 2 years

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my angel ~ natasha 'phoenix' trace (part 2)

pairing: phoenix x fem!reader.

plot: you, nat, bob and coyote are playing monopoly, only bob has NEVER lost a game, and coyote didn't know.

word count: 428

a/n: so i've had in my head for a while that bob is the absolute best at monopoly, and no one has ever won a game against him, so i thought why not! the only request i got for this was FLUFF so i hope i've fulfilled that! it's less of just angel and nat this time and more a group thing, and also bob being awesome and underestimated, but hope you enjoy!

your callsign: angel

You watch as Bob rolls the dice. Nat's arm is draped across your back, and the three of you had convinced Coyote to join your game of monopoly. As the dice settle, you all groan at the numbers. Coyote shakes his head in disbelief,

"How do you keep doing that? You must be cheating!!"

Nat grins, her face lighting up,

"Oh, no. Believe me, this happens every time. Our Bob is unnaturally good at monopoly. We've never won a game with him."

Bob smiles softly, moving his pieces across the board and collecting a place, completing the highest set. The three of you watch, silent, as he places hotels on each of them.

You sigh dramatically as you place the money in the bank, and Coyote says,

"You still have money left?! That would leave anyone else bankrupt!!"

His mouth quirks up, and I pat Coyote on the shoulder,

"Get used to it."

Nat laughs, the sound running through you, and you lean closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder. In return, she pulls you into her side, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Coyote rolls his eyes at the two of you, and you stick your tongue out in retaliation, flipping him off as he opens his mouth. He grins, muttering,

"Who even thought to name you 'Angel', you're clearly the opposite."

Your smirk makes him groan,

"Who even thought to name you 'Coyote', you're clearly not the brightest marble in the bag."

Nat laughs again, and Bob holds a hand up for a high-five. As she stops laughing, Nat ruffles your hair, ignoring your half-hearted protests,

"Don't mess with Angel, Javy. You should know that by now."

He sighs again,

"Why did I even agree to this... you guys are totally ganging up on me."

Nat swipes Bob's upheld hand before you can,

"We're the Bob-Squad."

Bob protests,

"Why me? It should be something equal?"

"But the Bob-Squad just rolls off the tongue!"

You lean away from Nat and closer to Coyote,

"We're still working on the name."

He snorts, and you hold up a finger, shushing him,

"It will be a great name. It'll be breathtaking, awe-inspiring!! We just haven't quite got it yet."

Nat pulls you back, and you're struck by the light catching in her eyes, shimmering through her dark hair. She sees you staring, and looks at you questioningly. You hug her, whispering in her ear,

"God, I love you."

She wraps her arms around you,

"Love you too."

@pride-potato @brunocarrelliisabimess

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sushiwriterhere · 8 months

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top gun threesomeissance 2023 masterlist

wow y'all!!! i'm so sorry for how late this is but you guys blew me away with each of these pieces. thank you to everyone who wrote, read, reblogged, liked, commented, and just in general encouraged their friends to write. so much love, and i hope everyone enjoyed!! now, in no particular order...... the masterlist:

bradley, jake, x f!reader

Up the Ante - @sometimesanalice Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

jake, f!reader, x f!reader's friend

You and Me and She Makes Three - @roosterforme Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time.

bob, jake, x reader

three tender lovers - @sebsxphia bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

(im)Patiently Waiting - @callsign-cacti You and Bob have been dancing around one another for years. Now, with Jake and Bob eyeing each other, you have a plan. Hopefully, it ends with both of them in your bed... or any bed.

mickey, bob, x f!reader

Two Turns Into Three - @foreverrandomwritings You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

javy, bradley, x f!reader

Merrier the More - @sylviebell Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs

javy, natasha, x reader

The Last Unicorn - @thedroneranger Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

javy, mickey, x f!plus size!reader

"It was always gonna end this way" - @briseisgone [no author written summary but!] smut, polyamory, boys being bisexual boys, and a whole lotta fun

beau, jake, x f!reader

The Magic Number - @wkndwlff Beau and his fiancé discover the magic of threes.

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lewispullmaned · 2 years

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#glen powell #top gun maverick cast #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin #so glen puked so much #oh cute #Greg Tarzan Davis #Javy 'Coyote' Machado #coyote

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batmanisms · 2 years

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thinking of making tgm acrylic charms,,,, anyone interested 👀

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impossibleheartflower · 1 year

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This man is so fine I swear

#look at them meaty thighs #i wanna bite them #greg tarzan davis #javy 'coyote' machado

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Of Late Nights and Heartbeats.

Of Late Nights and Heartbeats. Summary: Javy gets a late night call. Bob figures things out. Coyote/Hangman 1,027 words. Warnings: Car accident, secret relationship. Notes: submitted in @topgunhappilyeverafter for @growingupbrown. I hope I did your prompt justice. Comments and reblogs fuel my madness. Likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it’s very appreciated and means the most. **Tag list is gone, please follow @wbslibrary for more fic.***

Javy groans, groping blindly for his phone. There were only two reasons that phones went off in the middle of the night. Someone was dead, or on their way to being that way. He sits up, rubbing at his eyes clicking accept on the phone. “Hello?” “Coyote, it’s Phoenix.” He's awake now, fully, also painfully aware of the empty space in the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?” His heart is in his throat, hand gripping the phone tighter, pressing it closer to his face.

“There’s been an accident. We were on our way home in an uber, and some asshole slammed into us and kept going.” There’s so much noise in the background of the call, but he can hear every single word she says, despite the pounding of his heart. “Are-are you all okay?” “Jake and Bradley are being seen. I was sitting behind the driver.” He's getting out of bed, locating sweatpants, pulling them on, as well as a sweatshirt. “How bad, are you, they hurt?” “I’ve got some bumps and scrapes. The impact was on the passenger side.” Javy grabs his wallet, shoving his feet into slides, not bothering with shoes. His only thought is of Jake, getting to the hospital and making sure that Jake is okay. “Phoenix, how bad are they?” “Cuts and scrapes, both of them are being checked out further.” He hangs up hearing that. His keys make too much noise in his hand, the distance from his front door to his car impossibly long. Javy white knuckles the drive from his and Jake’s place back on base, to the hospital. He feels every step in his bones. The only thing on his mind is Jake. They’ve been through so much, and the fact that they’ve just now started exploring the realm of a relationship, rather than just screwing around. The fluorescent lights bounce off a too-shiny floor. There’s so much noise, people talking, machines working, other ambient noises combining into a cacophony of too much. Javy leans against the wall, eyes closed, fists balled, breathing deep, counting backward from ten. He can almost hear Jake in his ear, counting down with him, helping Javy find peace. He never liked hospitals. Javy opens his eyes feeling a bit steadier, just a little bit. He continues down the hallway, following the texted directions from Phoenix. The first person he sees is Bob, the other man beckoning him over. “They let us take over this waiting room.” Bob’s voice is rough with sleep, hair all over the place. Behind him, Mav is sitting in a chair, slumped over, a baseball cap pulled low on his brow. “Any word?” Javy asks. Bob shakes his head. “Not yet, Nat said that they were taking Hangman back for x-rays.” Javy nods, taking a seat. He scrolls through his phone, picture after picture of him and Jake. Their relationship was new, and he doesn’t ever want to think about the before times, when they just danced around each other—trading flirtations, quiet conversations, lingering glances in hallways. Javy liked what they had. Coffee together in the morning, Jake typically making breakfast, Javy cooking dinner. They did the dishes together, shared a shower, shared a bed. Few things felt as good as Jake’s mouth slotted against his. “For Lieutenants Seresin, Bradshaw and Trace?” A nurse holding three folders steps into the room. “Bradshaw,” Mav says pointing at himself, “Trace” he points at Bob, “and he’s here for Seresin.” The nurse eventually came over to him. “Lieutenant Seresin has a few contusions and bruised ribs. We’re keeping him overnight for observation.” It was as if he had taken his first breath all over again. Javy grips the arms of the chair and sighs in relief. “So, he’s okay?” “He’ll be able to go home tomorrow.” The nurse pats Javy’s hand before getting to her feet. “You’re able to see him, we’re allowing you all ten minutes since visiting hours are over.” “Thank you,” Javy says getting to his feet. Someone had decided to put all three of them in the same room. Javy’s attention locks in on Jake. He’s propped up in bed, brilliant bruises starting bloom on his skin, and he looks so goddamn small in the hospital bed. He looks up when Javy enters, and smiles. At him. The world clicks back into focus, and Javy nods, clearing his throat. He crosses the room to Jake’s bedside. His hands clench, gripping the guards on the side of the bed. “You alright?” Javy says softly. They hadn’t had a conversation about taking their relationship public—yet, so he hesitates. Only for a moment, his fingertips brushing Jake’s hand. “Better now.” Jake says softly, his hand shifting under Javy’s, their fingers linking together briefly. “Didn’t mean to make you worry.” “You’re okay, that’s all that matters.” Javy says, brushing an errant hair from Jake’s forehead. “I’ll pick you up in the morning, text me when they bring you discharge papers.” Jake hasn’t let go of his other hand, squeezing it gently. “I will.” Jake says softly. “You try to get some sleep when you get home.” “You need to rest.” Javy replies. “I’ll sleep, now that I know you’re okay.” He brings their joined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of Jake’s hand. He knows his body blocks the view from the others. He wants nothing more than to lean in, kiss the worry and tension from Jake’s mouth. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Javy lets go of Jake’s hand, stepping away from the hospital bed. It takes everything in him to walk out of the room. Javy pauses outside the door, eyes closed, counting down again. “Are you okay to drive home?” Bob’s voice brings him back to reality. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Javy says. Bob grins at him, slow and easy. Javy finds himself grinning back, with the stress lifted off his shoulders, it's contagious. “Thanks, by the way.” “What for?” Bob’s grin grows. “Nat owes me a hundred bucks.” He reaches out, tapping Javy’s chest. “You’re wearing Seresin’s sweatshirt. I’m glad the two of you are happy together.” /End

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