[ OH MY GOD ] for a hug in response to one muse learning that the other’s still alive.
If you write for Javy this as a Javy prompt, maybe after he gets home from the Uranium Mission?? Even though he didn't actually fly it he did almost die. And if you don't write for Javy then this prompt with Bob??
you heard every single bit of it.
Maverick's panic as he tried to snap Coyote out of it, Maverick's tone screaming through Coyote's jet, the automated voice desperately demanding that Coyote pull up.
and all you could do was stand there, right beside the comms, your feet firmly planted on the ground. there were a few fleeting moments where you were certain that the love of your life was going to die--burn in, crash into the side of a mountain, cease to exist because of a training exercise.
"Coyote," you muttered, eyes squeezed shut tight as you gripped the counter you were standing just before in the sun-drenched lounge. "c'mon. don't do this. don't leave me."
you still haven't decided if that's why he came out of G-LOC--you demanding it from the ground below, wishing fervently and desperately for him to be okay.
as soon as his tired are bouncing off the tarmac, you're racing towards him--protocol be damned. search and rescue has already been sent out for Bob and Phoenix and you know that they punched out in time. right now, all you have the wherewithal to worry about is Javy.
it's as if you have blinders on right now: no longer can you see the endless blue sky above you or the piercing rays of sun, the other jets being worked on down the tarmac, the paramedics racing towards Coyote. you can smell the jetfuel and feel the the hot pavement sticking to the underside of your boots, but nothing else matters when you see him.
he's climbing out of his jet carefully, helmet still on, and you can tell from your spot a few paces away from him that his hands are still shaking.
you beat all the paramedics there, your body practically carrying you to him without your mind having a say in the matter.
"Javy!"
it's the last thing he hears before you're colliding with him. his precious girlfriend, who he knows had to listen to him almost burned in, is wrapping his much larger body up in her arms. and god, if it doesn't feel good to be on the ground holding you right now.
this is real, he has to remind himself. he's alive and he's here and he's holding you.
he is immediately hugging you back, holding you against him like his life depends on it, punching all the air out of your lungs as your feet leave the ground.
"don't do that!" you're crying, shaking your head fervently. "don't ever do that again!"
it's silly, really, because you're a pilot, too. you know that, logically, he had no choice in the matter. no one does when they go into G-LOC. but the words still fall from your mouth anyway, as serious and desperate as ever before.
the paramedics are closing in on yours and Javy's reunion, preparing to give him a once-over before he's cleared to go home, but the two of you make no move to let go of each other.
"I won't," he promises. "I'm sorry, I won't. I'm here, okay?"
and Javy knows that, logically, he has no say in the matter either. but here, under the California sun after almost dying beneath it, stroking your hair as you hastily undo his helmet and shove it off his head, he knows that this promise is as much as he can do right now. even if it's as good as a sweet nothing--he'd say it, he'd promise it, a million times over for you.
you're grabbing his face now, tears wetting your cheeks, as you inspect his cheeks and forehead for cuts or bruises. and he's misty-eyed, too, watching the woman he loves come undone in this sweet almost-grief.
"I'm okay," he keeps saying, but you won't listen.
you check him as thoroughly as you can with tears heavy on your lashes, holding the back of his head and giving him the saltiest, the sweetest, of kisses.
"don't," you whisper brokenly against his mouth.
and he just nods, nose nuzzling yours. he gives you another kiss--can taste the tears on your tongue.
"I won't," he whispers.
and he means it--for you, he means it.
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kneels to reach his size . " what you mean , little bra ---- boy ? " trying to hide the annoyance . ( toji never send him ajksdhkjasdh )
"i mean, do you even know how to take care of yourself? or does everyone cook and clean for you?" yeah, he was definitely not going anywhere with this guy.
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