Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)
Warnings: Please schedule an appointment with your dentist before reading this fic.
Summary: It’s the day of the meeting.
A/N: Okay, y’all. You asked for the meeting where Javi confesses the love everyone here and everyone in the household knows he has for Sunday, so here it is. However. It’s not the only meeting Javi’s concerned with.
This one’s from Javi’s POV and I hope you enjoy that. I loved getting into his curly little head.
Audemars Piguet = a very expensive watch. Believe me.
If you’re curious where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!
One, this is adorable. Two — I have this head canon in my head that Pedro was like…put me all in white. I WILL PROVE MYSELF. I WILL SHOW THE WORLD I CAN WEAR WHITE WITH NO STAINS!
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Would you chase the sunset with a plane if you could?
For Javi Gutierrez, the answer is a simple yes. It’s always yes; he’d go to the end of the Earth to chase the beauty that is the sunset over a clear sky. The way sky is painted in the hues of red, yellow, and orange playing together, blending and separating into sections before jumping right back into one another, mixing to create something uniquely beautiful. It reminds him of the home that is in Mallorca.
Or more like the home that was in Mallorca.
The mansion is no more, the compound torn down by the cops, the investigators, the vultures looking for a golden gun so to speak. But despite this, he wouldn’t change a thing about why and how he did what he did. The Gutierrez crime family is finally extinct and he is free.
Free to fly wherever in the world he wants to, free to chase the sunset and the beauty of the sunrise the next morning.
There are no regrets about the part he played in how things fell in the end. The only regret he has is of his friend Nick Cage and his family getting caught up in it. Despite them all telling him repeatedly that there wasn’t any ill will, he’s still embarrassed that he dragged them into the fray.
Javi can feel the tinge of regret creeping up his spine again when he thinks back to what almost happened. But it didn’t, he reminds himself sternly. It didn’t and there is never any risk of it happening again, at least not in the hands of his cousin.
“Mr. Gutierrez? The plane is ready to take off,” He turns around to see you smile softly at him. You are dressed immaculately; the pilot suit pressed and fitting your body like a glove. You were born to wear the uniform, to carry the stripes with pride. The hat tucked under your arm is pulled up and you place it on your head, your grin widening a little as you wait for his acknowledgment.
A different feeling crashes through his body and Javi presses his lips tight together. For the millionth time, he reminds himself that you are his pilot, the one he places all the trust in when you are airborne, and flying it totally safe. The nervous butterflies are just that, nerves. He’s done this a hundred times with you and he has absolute fate in you navigating the skies. And it’s not like Left Behind would ever happen in real life.
“Mr. Gutierrez?” You prompt again.
“Yes. Yes! Thank you, Captain. Ready when you are,” he tries to smile back, but he can tell by the way you look at him you know he’s nervous again.
You hold out your hand and Javi catches a glimpse of the golden stripes at the sleeve of your jacket, the same golden that dances in the sky with its companions. With the backdrop of the plane and the setting sun, the amber on the sleeve is enchanting and captivating. They remind him once more that you are just as beautiful as you are capable. He never has to worry about you taking the lead.
“Would you like to sit in the cockpit with me while I do my pre-flight steps?” Your voice is tender, but not mocking. You’d never mock Javi, he knows this, even when his anxiety over flying threatens to take over. You are kind like that, kind and compassionate.
Javi nods, taking your offered hand and a third feeling rushes through him when the simple contact of skin on skin happens. How a tiny touch like this can make him feel even more nervous, but in a completely different way, he wonders as he lets you guide him towards the steps. If he is honest with himself, the nerves are not only from being in the air.
It’s being in the air with you.
Because as much as he likes to chase the sunset, seeing the beauty of the skylight and the sun, there is something Javi likes even more.
You.
His crush on you has grown day by day, flight by flight and conversation by conversation.
He’s shared his love of movies and writing and you’ve listened to him patiently, never hurrying or dismissing him. And in return you have shared your love of flying with him, often taking him to the cockpit like this, showing and speaking softly about the twists and dials and the feeling of euphoria when the plane is at flight altitude and you can see every single spec of beauty the sky has to offer. And hearing those stories, your excitement that rivals his own for movies, has made his crush grow and grow..
“Mr. Gutierrez?” You pull him out of his mind as you turn your smiling eyes towards him. The steps to the plane are right there and he feels you squeeze his hand gently, reassuringly.
“Javi, call me Javi, por favor.”
“Javi,” You nod, your smile deepening and he answers it with one of his own. “Are you ready?”
“Si. Take us up, Captain. And…” He gathers all his courage, bringing you closer by pulling on your joined hands. “And, you’ll join me for dinner later, I hope?” Your blinding smile answers his question even before you speak. You nod and Javi kisses the back of your hand softly, his brown eyes sparkling with delight.
“Perfect. We can even make it dinner and a movie. I believe the in-flight entertainment has Con Air.” The sparkling laughter carries you both up the stairs and into the cockpit, where Javi watches with adoring eyes as you prepare the final steps before you can take the beautiful and sleek machine up into the clouds.
Yes, he’d chase the sunset on a plane for eternity if it means you’ll pilot the aircraft every time.
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