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[bobfloydsbabe]

Back again to share that I just thought of Rhett riding a horse around the property with his little girls sitting in front of him.

Also Denver being protective of Hazel & Olive and always sleeping between the cribs or at Rhett's feet if he's holding them.

My brain has been all twin girl dad Rhett for days now, so I took your second headcanon and ran with it. So, enjoy this cute and sappy 500 word blurb. Love you!

“Hey,” Rhett half-whispers as he picks Hazel up from her crib, holding on to Olive who’s already on his other arm. “There we go.”

Juggling one baby is hard, but twins are a different thing entirely. He manages, though, and after three months, he may even have the hang of it. So picking up both of them, carrying them downstairs and out onto the porch, doesn’t feel all that intimidating anymore.

He sits on a chair, adjusting his hold on each of the girls, and leans back. The weather’s getting colder now, but on this day the sun beats down from a bright blue sky, not a cloud in sight, and there’s nothing Rhett likes more than this view and his daughters nestled against him.

The sound of paws padding across wooden floors comes from inside the house, and the next moment Denver, the black and white Border Collie, appears on the porch. He’s much older now than when he first met Lou and her loyal companion, his muzzle growing whiter by the day.

Denver raises his head, sniffing each of the girls’ hair, and then settles at his feet. Rhett remembers the first time he found Denver sleeping between the cribs, keeping watch over the youngest and most vulnerable members of his pack. His family. He’d taken a picture and Lou cried when he showed her.

Knowing Denver would protect them with his life makes it easier to sleep at night. 

He’s not sure how long he sits there. Both his daughters wake up at some point, making Denver shoot to his feet to check on them. He sniffs their heads again and leans his muzzle on Rhett’s thigh, just looking at the girls as they coo and smile. Hazel even grabs hold of one of his ears and yanks hard, but Denver doesn’t flinch–he just places a gentle lick on her cheek.

Eventually they fall back asleep and Denver settles back down. His arms are sore from holding them so long in the same position, but he doesn’t have it in him to move. Not even when Lou pulls into the driveway.

He watches her walk around the truck, taking in the sight of him. A fond smile spreads across her beautiful and tired face as she crosses the drive and joins him in the chair next to his.

“Want me to take them?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Maybe just one,” he agrees.

Standing, she reaches for Olive, who’s closest and once the weight is off him, blood rushes back to his fingers, and he can finally adjust Hazel’s position.

He turns his head towards Lou, who’s smiling down at her sleeping daughter. Rhett feels his heart swell at the sight, and his thoughts drift to the velvet box in the back of their closet wrapped in an old flannel.

They’re doing everything backwards, but Rhett doesn’t mind. It fits who they are. Restless souls who found each other at the right time, and the life they’ve built only makes sense with her.

It will only ever make sense with her.

TWIN GIRL DAD RHETT SUPREMACY. That's it. That's the thought.

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[arrthurpendragon]

@joaquinwhorres is great. They are supportive and straight to the point. Amazing beautiful edits and writing

@joaquinwhorres

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[mothdruid]

Oooooh for the SOURGUTS challenge I would love to do get him back! for Hangman.

yes!!! it's all yours!

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[moonlight-prose]

I just had to come into your inbox and tell you how much I ADORED It Will Come Back. Like "running late, but just wanted to finish, and my work will understand if I'm like two minutes behind schedule" adored. Your writing is so beautiful and the characters feel so real. I totally plan on reading it again later before I write up my reblog.

When I tell you I saw this and immediately re-read my own fic cause you made it sound so good. Please know I am hanging this up on my fridge, cause it has spurred me to write tons more for Tommy over my hiatus. Thank you thank you thank you!! I am so fucking happy you liked it! And I swear there is so much more Tommy on the way!!🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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[ereardon]

Before I Knew sneak peek

A Jake Seresin pregnancy fic

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on Bob's tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a sommersalt. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

[First chapter now live]

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[sushiwriterhere]

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.

#top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick fanfic #javy machado x you #javy machado fic #javy machado x reader #javy coyote machado #javy coyote machado x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #coyote x reader #coyote x you #javy ‘Coyote’ machado #no use of y/n

[demxters]

—GLITCH

jake seresin x f!reader (aka star)

top gun maverick au

synopsis: when star moves in to her late grandmother’s beach house, she meets the man of her dreams. the only problem, he’s from seven years in the past and when she meets him in the present, he’s unlike the man she fell in love with. unable to recognize the man in front of her, star takes it upon herself to bring back the man she once knew. the man before hangman. the man that was jake seresin.

series warning(s): 18+, talks about death and grief, swearing, mature content (see individual chapter warnings)

✧ plot and details of this fic are based on the novel “the seven year slip” by ashley poston

✧ part 1

✧ part 2

tgm taglist: @joaquinwhorres @harrycherrylove @smoothdogsgirl @t-nd-rfoot @dempy @ollyoxenfrees @averyhotchner @2guysonascooter @loveforaugust @blue-aconite @fandom-life-12 @stiles-banshees @iamdannyday @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @breezemood @eli2447 @angelbabyange @finelytaylored @pono-pura-vida @hecate-steps-on-me @blueoorchid @aviatorobsessed @blackwidownat2814 @hallecarey1 @averagereader35 @laneylovesglen @atarmychick007 @kajjaka @urfavelocagirl @clancycumber230 @memeorydotcom @kmc1989 @percysaidnever @thestarspangledcaptain @wkndwlff @shanimallina87 @dracosluvbot

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin fic #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #hangman fanfiction #hangman fanfic #hangman fic #—glitch series #jake x star 💫 #demxters writing

[tongue-like-a-razor]

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Masterlist for all my 5k celly drabbles in case you missed any! I'll be posting the rest of the drabbles soon so you can check this list for updates!

Original Post

BBF Drabbles:

How They Met

Beach Day

What If Jake Confessed

Jake's POV of The Fight

Prom

Emergency

Off Limits

N-O Spells No

Prom Part 2

Bonfire (working title)

Jake's POV of The Morning

Untitled

Untitled

Doctor Doctor, Gimme the News:

The Plan

Altitude:

Chapter 14 Snippet

Faking It:

Bradley's POV Before the Kiss

Less Talk:

Bradley's POV

Untitled 1

Untitled 2

Tag List

The rest of the list will be in the comments. Let me know if you want me to take you off my taglist list.

@atarmychick007

@callsign-sunshine

@shanimallina87

@wkndwlff

@thefandomimagines

@lunamoonbby

@xoxabs88xox

@Elenavampire21

@desert-fern

@averyhotchner

@Topguncultleader

@teacupsandtopgun

@lilyevanswhore

@sarcasm-n-insomnia

@avengers-fixation

@malindacath

@maddievevo

@widemiffyhappy

@dempy

@djs8891

@pono-pura-vida

@phoenix1388

@teaminator

@rascallyrascals

@kmc1989

@drakelover78

@hangmanscoming

@topgun-imagines

@thedroneranger

@joaquinwhorres

@abaker74

@untoldshortsofthefandoms

@mygyn

@leigh70

@marriinachoo

@delicatetrashtree

@kembry107

@sydneejean

@alana4610

@misconceptionmistress

@hookslove1592

@itsmytimetoodream

@grxcisxhy-wp

@oliviasph

@buckysteveloki-me

@theweekndhistorybook

@books-are-escapes

@imnotcreativeenoughforthisblog

@maeleeme

#lena’s 5k celly #top gun fanfic #top gun #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #hangman fluff #bradley bradshaw #rooster #maverick #hangman #jake seresin top gun #glen powell #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman x reader #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw top gun #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman fanfiction

[buckys-estrella]

WOOHOO THATS MY CAP AND FALCON‼️

tagging danny moots bc he looks so fine: @fanboygarcia @rae-gar-targaryen @joaquinwhorres

#im quite literally buzzing w excitement #AHHHHH #I LITERALLY CANT WAIT #NEED THE MOVIE NOWWWW #danny ramirez #anthony mackie #falcon #captain america #joaquin torres #sam wilson #marvel #cap 4 #canwo #sara:speaks

[blue-aconite]

☆ it's time ☆

-- i'm going to keep this short because i'm too tired right now. this year has had its ups and downs, as always. all in all, it's been a pretty good 2023 for me, so i'm wishing 2024 will be as well. thank you to everyone who has been with me even when i haven't been around as much myself, who has supported me and my writing. i hope 2024 brings you happiness and peace!

☆ @demxters elle, loml, thank you for your endless support and always being there for me. thank you for the love and letting me be a bother and ramble on all the time. your constant support is why i haven't deleted my entire writing folder. you make me feel like i'm actually good. i love you so much, you're the best part and my favourite part of 2023 ♥️

☆ @bobfloydsbabe helena, my love, i cannot express enough words to convey how grateful i am for you. you've been there for me, no matter what. your continued support, love and general shenanigans keeps me motivated and happy, always. i love you. thank you for sticking around, being my friend and supporting me.

☆ @hangmanssunnies coley, my darling, i am so happy i finally gathered enough courage to reach out to you. it resulted in the best possible way imaginable. i've gained an amazing friend, whom i've come to love very much. thank you for everything , for being there for me and supporting me.

☆ @seresinsweetie sofi, my love, your friendship is so treasured to me and i'm glad i've got you in my corner. you've helped me grow as a writer and person, which i am endlessly thankful for. we haven't talked as consistently as we have but when we do, it's like we've never stopped. i love you.

☆ @a-reader-and-a-writer vee, darling, we're not that good at staying in consistently touch but i know i've always got you in my corner. being your friend is one of the best things and i'm so happy i've found you. your constant support, encouragement and guidance means more than you know. you keep me writing, even when i don't want to. i am so thankful for you.

☆ @writercole @wildbornsiren @antiquitea @imjess-themess @ryebecca @reels-and-wheels @hederasgarden @never--doubt thank you for being my coven, my constant support and letting me just be me. thank you for letting me vent and rant when i need to, always supporting me. i am forever grateful to have found you, ily.

☆ @joaquinwhorres @rae-gar-targaryen @veetlegeuse thank you for welcoming me and being so wonderful. i am very grateful for you all.

☆ @yanna-banana @teacupsandtopgun @withahappyrefrain @sailor-aviator @roosterforme @roosterbruiser @top-hhun @thedroneranger @green-socks @ereardon @desert-fern @seresinhangmanjake @notroosterbradshaw @jupitercomet @luminousnotmatter @jakeseresins @anniesocsandgeneralstore thank you all for being wonderful.

and thank you to everyone who has supported me and my writing this year, i always see you in my notes and i appreciate you so much. it's for you that i keep on going. if you ever liked, reblogged and commented on my work, thank you. thank you for being a part of my life.

love,

fe ♥️

#fe speaks #i didn't know i could be this sappy #here's to 2024

[hiddenqveendom]

* — THE MARCH HARE on Spotify for - @infamous-if 

❝ i might just go into a frenzy my heartache’s driving me insane to those with bricks for bones i envy ‘cause i’ve got retribution in my veins... ❞ —frenzy by the march hare

ft. Jia “Dixie” Dixon ( my mc/oc )

tag list : @mysticalficvoid​ , @victoriapedrcttis​ , @sgtbuckyybarnes​ , @joaquinwhorres​ , @decennia​ , @veetlegeuse​ , @arrthurpendragon​ , @raith-way​ , @scootermcooter​ , @stanshollaand​ , @chrissymunson​ , @foxesandmagic​ , @eddiemunscns​ ,  @waterloou​ , @endless-oc-creations​, @kingsmakers​, @https-svnshine​, @starlit-epiphany​, @dyhlanobrien​, @fragilestorm​ , @nolanhollogay​ , @carmens-garden​ , @impales​ , @emilykaldwen​, @darkwolf76​, @princessmadelines​, @iloveocs​, @nectarines-rule​​

send me a message to be added / removed !

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#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #toalltheocsivelovedbefore #infamous if #fyeahocsofcolor #queerocs #occentral #ochub #littleocnation #ocsnetwork #*original #oc:dixie #*mine #plot bunny #oc community #interactive fiction #jesse mei li #original character #infamous if mc #interactive novel #infamous oc #joining the bandwagon #bc this game is so fun #and i loved coming up with this lore

[bobfloydsbabe]

Dad!Rhett FatheroftheYear!Rhett Daddy!Rhett

I need it all yesterday

Ask and you shall receive. Self-control? Never heard of her.

Pushing the door to the nursery open, she finds Rhett in the rocking chair with both girls in his arms. He’s humming a tune she can’t quite place, and Olive pushes a tiny palm against his bare chest as if asking him to stop.

They’re going to be so embarrassed when they grow up and Rhett sings along to the radio. The man can’t carry a tune, but his gravelly voice will be a comfort to his daughters as much as it is to Lou.

She leans against the doorframe, wondering how it’s possible to be even more in love with him than she already is. “Hey,” she says, keeping her voice low.

The humming stops as he looks up at her, eyelids heavy from lack of sleep. Still, he smiles. “Hey.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I…” he stops himself, sighing deeply. “They weren’t crying. I just wanted to hold them.”

Girl Dad Rhett, but make it Twin Girl Dad Rhett. Hazel and Olive are so lucky to have him as their dad, and Lou is so fucking lucky to have a sexy daddy like him.

#mail #answered #joaquinwhorres #rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott #otp: lou x rhett #oc: lou kinney #fic: linger blurbs

[rae-gar-targaryen]

names aesthetic -- I call this "damn bitch, you live like this? ☀️

rule: go to Pinterest, search “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard from the first nine images. no need to mention your name!

thanks for the tags: @rhettabbotts @therebeccaw @teacupsandtopgun and @gretagerwigsmuse

tagging: @joaquinwhorres @andallthatmerrymishigas @drew-garfi @withahappyrefrain @jadore-andor @phoebe-danvers @spidervee @bobfloydsbabe @liraketo @inklore @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

#tag game #moodboard game

[mothdruid]

SOUR || GUTS

This one is for all the teenagers in their twenties and my angsty bitches. Olivia Rodrigo's new album GUTS came out today. So, I wanted to host a little writing challenge/event for all of you!! But I'll be doing her debut album (SOUR) too!

Characters/Fandoms I'd like to see:

Top Gun: Maverick

Rhett Abbott

The Bear

if you wanna write for someone specific just ask!

Just send an ask for the song and character you want to write with it. Please tag your fics with #SOURGUTS so I can track them to read!

SOUR.

brutal

traitor

drivers license

1 step forward, 3 steps back (@bobfloydsbabe with Jake Seresin)

deja vu (@translatemunson with Chef Luca)

good 4 u (@bobgasm with Bob Floyd)

enough for you

happier (@rae-gar-targaryen with Mickey or Javy)

jealously, jealousy

favorite crime (@southpawbitch with Rhett Abbott)

hope ur ok

GUTS.

all-american bitch (@callsignspark with Rhett)

bad idea right? (@rhettabbotts with Rhett Abbott)

vampire (@laracrofted with Rhett Abbott)

lacy (@poetrieshouse with Bob or Bradley)

ballad of a homeschooled girl

making the bed

logical

get him back! (@joaquinwhorres with Jake Seresin)

love is embarrassing (@southpawbitch with Bradley Bradshaw)

the grudge

pretty isn't pretty

teenage dream

#writing challenge #writing event #writing challenge/event #SOURGUTS writing challenge #SOURGUTS writing event #SOURGUTS #top gun maverick #tgm #rhett abbott #the bear

[ereardon]

The Off-Season final chapter sneak peek

The house felt empty. 

That’s what you noticed the first day you moved in. Three big suitcases, that was all you had as the Uber driver dropped you off in the driveway. 

The house didn’t look dilapidated. A caretaker had been tending to it for the four months it sat empty. But it still didn’t feel the same. There was no life in the walls, the sun felt dimmer as it streamed through the windows. The bedding was dusty, the floorboards creaked even when you purposely skipped notoriously loud steps. Everything felt wrong. 

It wasn’t until you went outside and found Poppy’s canoe rotting in the shed that you let yourself understand what was different. 

They were gone. Eli was gone. The baby was gone. It was just you, and an endless stream of consciousness, and the view of the cove, water lapping incessantly along the rocky shore. 

For the first time, you let yourself crumble. For the first time, you noticed your own heartbeat in your ears, the way your breath sounded as you hauled groceries inside, the stillness of a house that was filled with nothing but the ghosts of people you loved and the person you had once been. 

The house was quiet that way until the day Jake moved in. And then suddenly, there was life again. It was no longer empty. And even when it wasn’t boisterous or filled with music or the sound of talking, simply knowing he was around the corner was enough to fill the Maine house with something it had long been missing. 

Something you had been missing, too.

Hope. 

[ICYMI, full series masterlist here]

Tag list:

@double-j @topguncultleader @momc95 @hangmandruigandmav

@teacupsandtopgun @xomrsalliej4787xo @xoxabs88xox @blue-aconite @seresinhangmanjake @eminyourjeans @shawnsblue @babyminghao @sadpetalsstuff @angelbabyange @taytaylala12 @wkndwlff @mygyn @oneelleandaneye @averyhotchner @rosiahills22 @djs8891 @rxmtoon @valkyrja-siren-blog @horseshoegirl @abaker74 @clancycucumber230 @theharddeck @redbarn1995 @shanimallina87

@memeorydotcom @joaquinwhorres @bobfloydsbabe @gretagerwigsmuse

#jake hangman fic #top gun fanfiction #jake seresin #jake hangman x you #the off season #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin au #top gun imagine #top gun au #jake x meredith #jake and meredith #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x oc #hangman series #hangman fic

[sushiwriterhere]

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)”

#am i sorry? no #should i be? maybe.... #javy 'coyote' machado #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #top gun: maverick #javy coyote machado #jake seresin #hangman x you #hangman x reader #coyote x reader #coyote x you #coyote x hangman #javy machado x reader #javy machado x you #no use of y/n #javy coyote machado x reader #javy coyote machado x you #javy machado fic #jake seresin x reader x javy machado #jake hangman seresin x reader x javy coyote machado #jake seresin x you x javy machado