#after machado

[soracities]

...the beehive / that replaced my heart / with all that pulsing / making honey from the loss

Michael Bazzett, from “After Machado”. You Must Remember This: Poems

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #michael bazzett #after machado #you must remember this #and still i rise #herzlicht #m #x

[doodledraw]

"You know," Jake murmured, "Bluebonnets might be my favorite flower." Javy took a moment, looking behind them at the flowers and then turning to Jake, who had a barely discernible blush along his cheeks. He smiled. "They're mine too." Jake's blush solidified, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

My pieces for the @topgunhappilyeverafter !! I had @viridimessorem and their prompt was something along the lines of "one person isn't expecting anything and the other goes all out", and that just fit so well with macheresin.....I couldn't help myself!

Hope you like it anya <3

#my art #doodledrawsart #top gun fanart #fanart #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanart #hangman x coyote #javy coyote machado #jake hangman seresin #macheresin #hangote #digital art #procreate #top gun happily ever after exchange #macheresin fanart

[growingupbrown]

jake: I think I'm coming down with a stomach bug javy: what makes you say that jake: because I've been nauseous all week, and threw up this morning billy *not looking up from his phone*: or maybe, you're pregnant jake and javy *sharing a panicked look*: nat: callie: mickey: jake: I don't know who's the bigger idiot right now, you for suggesting it, or me for actually considering it and almost having a heart attack

and, that's how the Dagger squad found out Jake and Javy were dating or at the very least, fucking

#source: various fandoms on tumblr #macheresin #hangman x coyote #coyote x hangman #jake seresin x javy machado #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #billy fritz avalone #natasha phoenix trace #callie halo shen #mickey fanboy garcia #top gun maverick #top gun incorrect quotes #they absolutely were teased mercilessly after this #jake and javy were ready to bolt to a pharmacy for a bunch of pregnancy tests before their senses kicked in

[milobyelo]

*Hangster reacting to the Daily Horoscope Predictions*

Hangman (to Coyote): No I don’t care what my horoscope said would happen to me today I don’t believe in that Zodiac bullshit

Rooster (rounding the corner holding the same newspaper as Coyote): Oh Javy you believe in astrology too I love that stuff!

Hangman: You know I’m actually a Libra sun, a Pisces Moon, Aries rising, I was born in Austin General Hospital at 4:36am on a Tuesday, the moon cycle was at crescent moon, Pluto and Uranus were aligned, and the Earth was 3/4 of the way through its cycle around the sun

Rooster: Oh…well Im a Pisces

Coyote (walking away): You know they say people with a moon the same as your sun are highly compatible…

#the suns are accurate and Glen powells moon is accurate but I made up the rest after somewhat looking at his chart online #Hangman is a certified simp #top gun #top gun:maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #javy coyote machado #bless the internet

[mxgyver]

aesthetic 26/?: javy "coyote" machado & cross

"You're my sunshine and I want you to know // That my feelings are true // I really love you // Oh, you're my best friend"

read the fic that inspired this & listen to the playlist by @theharddeck

#sana i hope this brings you joy 🫶🫶🫶 #also massive fucking congrats on finishing your novel!!! #and yes i was listening to the coyote & cross playlist while making this 😌 #i needed the soft vibes after earlier lmao #javy machado #javy coyote machado #coyote #javy machado hcs #javy machado aesthetic #jacy coyote machado aesthetic #tgm aesthetic #tgm #my aesthetic #did i finish this at almost 12:30am? mayhaps #should i have been already asleep? also... mayhaps #queue #fic aesthetic

[ethunreal]

time to be real ⊹ dagger squad (top gun maverick)

synopsis: in celebration of the bereal skit miles did for snl and as an avid bereal user i present you you: who in top gun maverick would have/use bereal

mickey as the youngest among the squadron would be the one to introduce bereal. it’d go something like this:

late night at hard deck and suddenly mickey gets a notification. the bar is bustling and rest are playing games of pool and all of sudden he goes “i gotta take my bereal” and he swears that everyone just stops what they’re doing and turn to him, bewildered

“take your what now?”

“what the fuck is a be real?”

cue mickey going on a 10 minute tangent on what bereal is. bob is hooked the second he started explaining what it is, he’s all for capturing memories so he didn’t hesitate to download is for himself.

“so when you take a photo does it only take the front view?” phoenix inquires, unconvinced.

“that’s the cool thing it takes both front and back!” mickey gleams, trying his hardest to get them to join in on the fun.

payback had already downloaded it since fanboy started using it, he got curious and with the soft spot he has for his back seater he was persuaded easily.

on the contrary phoenix, hangman and rooster were unconvinced and basically uninterested about the app. coyote tried to seem unfazed on the whole concept but the second he saw fanboy take one he folded, easily.

after that night the ones who had downloaded the app used it everyday and i mean they never missed a picture. even during training exercises– if the notification popped up they’d do it, if they were at hard deck playing pool or darts and the notification popped they’d drop everything and take a photo, the disappointment shakes from phoenix and rooster, hangman included but he was starting to feel a little left out when they would laugh over their bereals so he caved and downloaded it. (hangman deffo gets fomo)

that leaves natasha and rooster. okay listen, natasha loves her backseater to pieces and would honestly die for him but he she has to hear another peep out of him about bereal she’d look for a new backseater asap so that’s where she caved in order for him to stop talking about it she’d just have to download it– aka his plan worked.

rooster downloaded it after finding out maverick had it and he didn’t want to be the one who didn’t have it so.

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phoenix and rooster won’t consistently post, claiming they have real lives. fanboy and coyote go crazy on the reactions and bob would always comment on their bereals (sweet little thing) and he would always be on time with his bereals, never a second early or late. hangman would definitely post a bereal on the toilet, who are we kidding. there is also an ongoing competition on who can post the best and coolest be reals and the judge being maverick and maybe cyclone if he gives then the chance.

written by ethrunreal. please do not repost or translate !! please let me know if you enjoyed !

#idk what this is #but after watching snl!miles i’m a changed gal #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagines #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun imagines #hangman imagines #bob floyd imagine #pheonix #natasha phoenix trace #javy coyote machado #rueben payback fitch x reader

[qvid-pro-qvo]

Macheresin, where we have a role reversal of coyote going into g-loc. Like the entire dagger Squad watches as Jake gets reamed out by Javy for refusing treatment, and it ends up with them screaming their feelings for each other in front of everybody and their mother.

maverick’s on the radar, and jake finds his teeth grinding.

“we need this guy off our ass,” he mutters, but phoenix’s voice is clear in his helmet.

“we keep going. finish the mission.”

so they do. they follow the path, they swerve and juke and spin. inversion, laser goes dead, so jake fires. misses.

“goddammit,” he snaps, and feels his rage fuel his flying, feels the incline go a little too steep, feels his chest start to cave in.

and that’s when it all goes south.

jake’s eyes are staring into the sun, and yet everything goes black. he fights and he fights and he fights but soon it just doesn’t matter. his hands go slack on the stick, and then his body goes limp, and the last thing he hears before he’s out is maverick’s voice chirping away.

one beat. two beat. three beat.

pull up, pull up! pull up, pull up! pull up, pull up!

“hangman! c’mon, hangman! hangman!”

suddenly a flood of colors, of his senses, of ringing in his ears. his eyes go wide, he sees the mountain, and with the reflexes that only training and skill can manage, he pulls up. straightens out. his heart is pounding and his eyes are still blurry, and as he gasps for breath he hears phoenix’s voice, then bob’s, then mav’s, and then the voices become words.

“hangman? you all right?” maverick asks. there’s worry, fear, all of it.

“i’m — i’m good,” he coughs out. tries not to think about anything but landing this thing. if his hands shake, he can’t afford to notice. “i’m good, guys. let’s go home.”

—

he repeats it all the way home, and soon it’s the only thing he can say. good. good. fine. thanks. everyone asks, even the people who never gave a shit before. he supposes it could’ve been any of them, but it was him, and the embarrassment chokes his airway just as good as the g-force did.

so he nods and brushes off any concern, and he’s halfway to telling the nurse sent to fetch him that he’s just fine when the storm comes rolling in behind him.

“hangman.”

jake knows that voice. almost missed it in the air, when he came back to himself. but he doesn’t turn to face javy, just smiles sweetly at the woman before him.

“i’m all right. i’ll nod off early tonight, promise.”

“hangman,” javy repeats, but the nurse looks half to breaking.

“you really should be kept under observation,” she tells him, and she sounds solemn. concerned. it makes his teeth grind. “i at least need some vitals.”

jake doesn’t think that’s a good idea. he’s sure his heart rate alone would warrant a hospital visit he doesn’t need. “i’m fine,” he says, again, like he’s done over and over until he’s blue in the face —

“jake.”

this time it’s not just javy’s voice, it’s his hand. he’s whirled around, so quick he’s dizzy with it, and when his vision clears there’s an expression on his best friend’s features he can’t quite read. unfamiliar territory.

“coyote,” he says, flashing a too-sharp grin. he almost misses the way the nurse reaches for his arm with a cuff in her grip because he’s so focused on his front. but his body jerks away from her, toward machado, almost falling into him. “hey, watch it, i’m not staying.”

“like hell you’re not,” javy says fiercely, and then he’s grabbing the cuff himself. “you’re getting looked at.”

the look is still there. jake concludes it must be anger, because his brows are so furrowed he sees every line between them. has the urge to rub them away.

“javy,” he says again, keeps his smile to make it somewhat convincing. “get the stick out your ass. i’m okay. i flew back home. with a perfect landing, if i do say so myself.”

but if anything, it seems to make javy more furious. his jaw sets, twitches, and jake feels guilt, that embarrassment rise up in his chest, makes his cheeks flush with it.

“don’t play with me, jake.” the tone offers no place for argument. “you’re not going anywhere until a doctor signs you out, and that’s —“

“what? an order?” jake snaps, because he feels so small. compared to a mountain, he’s a bug on a windshield. “fuck off, okay? i’m perfectly capable of handling this mission, i’m not letting them baby me —“

“baby you?! you almost died, jake!”

javy’s voice cracks with it, shatters, takes jake’s heart along with it. there are looks from everyone milling about, and they’re not being subtle about anything. but jake sees no one else in the room. and then that looks reads so much clearer, because now jake can see every line, every furrow, every worry.

every fear.

it’s fear, in his best friend’s eyes. fear he caused.

he feels sick.

“you almost died,” javy repeats. gentler. but jake thinks in that moment, that javy must feel small, too, because while jake was a bug in flight, javy was a million miles away on the ground. “i almost — i almost lost you, you realize that? i was seconds from hearing you crash-land, and all i could think was that i was losing you and i couldn’t get in a plane fast enough to save you.”

“javy,” jake whispers, nausea swirling in his gut. his eyes must be shining, just like the man in front of him. “javy, i made it back. okay?

“but you almost didn’t. and i couldn’t do anything but listen, jake, you get that? i couldn’t do a damn thing. so please, i’m asking, hell, i’m begging you, let them make sure you’re all right.”

it’s then that javy grabs his hand. he’s ready to drag jake where he needs to go. against his will, god forbid. it’s then that he looks jake in his eyes, fear plain on his face, written all of it.

something more, between the lines.

“i can’t lose you,” javy tells him. “not like that. never like that.”

their hands are still interlocked. the grip is so tight, he knows he’ll feel it even after javy lets go.

but he doesn’t want javy to let go.

“okay,” jake finally says. glances to the cuff still in javy’s other hand. “okay. fine. but — but you put it on.”

javy’s gaze drifts past him, jake’s sure to the nurse. and she must nod, or something, because javy’s using one hand to wrap the thing around his upper arm, the hand still in his grip pulling him to the couch so they can sit side by side.

the nurse takes his vitals. declares his blood pressure is through the roof, his heart rate is way too high. “i do have to recommend observation to the doctors,” she tells them. “for one night, settle your system.”

and jake wants to rebel, wants to fight it, but javy’s look haunts him. that fear, that pain.

“okay,” he says quietly. “one night.”

it’s clear javy’s relieved. he’s finally smiling, almost triumphant. but their hands still haven’t dropped from each other, and as the nurse calls in her findings jake squeezes his fingers to pull his gaze back to him.

“please stay,” he asks his best friend, his closest companion, the only person he’s loved like this. “i can’t — i can’t lose you either.”

it’s a big ask. a night away from a bed, a night of bad sleep and shittier food than normal. but javy doesn’t hesitate.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

#macheresin #jake seresin x javy machado #jake seresin #javy machado #hangman #coyote #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #my fic #my writing #prompt fill #qvo ships tgm #top gun: maverick #tgm #sorry i couldn’t quite get the screaming in but i hope this works! #they know they love each other and they kiss in the hospital room (after jake passes out once the adrenaline rush dissipates)

[pollyna]

Bob proposes it because Neil talked about the movie for hours when they were trying to sober up, post mission and too much adrenaline still running in their veins, and yes yes maybe a trashy dramatic and romantic movie is what they all need. That's mostly how all twelve of them find their way at Ice and Mav's house with too many ice cream and not enough space for everybody to sit on the couch.

The movie is forgettable, the comments a little less, Jake falls asleep with his head against Bradley's shoulder and, by the end of the afternoon Bradley is sleeping too, and Javy spends twenty minutes putting random object on their heads to take pictures for blackmailing reasons. Callie and Natasha's hands are linked under a blanket, but nobody seems very inclined to let them notice they aren't as subtle as they think they are.

Then it's months later, some of them are going to be shipped out for two months' missions, and the whole squadron is waiting for their drinks. The bar is on the beach and the moon is full, Javy is using some of the blackmailing photos to make Jake and Bradley buy him another drink and Nat's tumb is covering the moon and "Callie-" just to find the other woman biting her lip.

"Too cheesy?" Nat asks, half laughing and half trying to not blush.

"A little," Callie answers, kissing her cheek, "but I don't need you to cover the moon to know that we're under the same sky or that you're thinking about me. I'll be thinking about you even when the sun is high and my thumb is too small to cover it all." Her smile is soft and Nat kisses her under a moon that a movie think is the exact same size of a thumb but with the prospective to kiss her again under the sun tomorrow and when she will be back, in little less than seventy days.

#robert bob floyd #neil omaha vikander #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #implied hangster #javy is just the best besf friend ever ™️ #natasha phoenix trace #callie halo shen #halix #nat goes a lil too cheesy but her girlfriend gets even cheesier so they kiss #(did bob and omaha made out after three hours of talking about the movie bc of the atmosphere and the adrenaline? probably. good for them.) #the daggers #tom iceman kazansky & pete maverick mitchell (mentioned) #post movie #top gun: maverick #guess the movie and get a cookie!

[convulsionofhonesty]

her body and other parties by carmen maria machado has disassembled and reassembled my body both times i have read it. it's so engrossing and haunting that i feel rearranged and physically unsettled after finishing.

i have no idea what the stories mean but i understand them perfectly. she creates layers of mundane horror that don't feel mundane and don't feel like horror. it's a fever dream of a short story collection.

and she uses language in a way that is so unexpected, describes things in such unconventional ways that your brain squirms at the dissonance, but that's ultimately her greatest strength and what makes her writing stay with you.

i don't think it's possible to ever fully process anything she writes because it just wraps around your mind in such a way that you can't see it anymore. her stories are all encompassing. i feel the urge to cry from catharsis every time i finish one.

#that's how c c's it #the resident is particularly strong i feel legitimately like my organs have been rearranged after that one #nobody writes like her she's the contemporary writer in my opinion #i want a novel from her but i almost feel that a concrete main character who doesn't seem to transgress corporeality would be a detriment #to her style and work... there's something in that mysticism and a novel holds less space for it traditionally #anyway i'll stop now i just feel like i've gone insane after finishing it #carmen maria machado #her body and other parties

[boasamishipper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick (2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Javy "Coyote" Machado/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Airport Reunion, Established Relationship, Fluff Summary:

It's been seven months, three weeks, and four days since they've seen each other. Not that Hangman's been counting.

#top gun: maverick #macheresin #hangman seresin #coyote machado #hangman x coyote #my fics #technically part of the #series: i'm steppin' to you toe-to-toe #set some time after #fic: let your heart be light #but also stands alone

[theartofangirling]

part 3 of the 2023 version of this post: adult books!

part 1: middle grade books | part 2: young adult books

this is a very incomplete list, as these are only books I've read and enjoyed. not all books are going to be for all readers, so I'd recommend looking up synopses and content warnings. feel free to message me with any questions about specific representation!

list of books under the cut ⬇️

yerba buena by nina lacour

if we were villains by m.l. rio

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

i want to be a wall by honami shirono

portrait of a thief by grace d. li

the thirty names of night by zeyn joukhadar

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

love & other disasters by anita kelly

take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert

boyfriend material by alexis hall

almost like being in love by steve kluger

the charm offensive by alison cochrun

something wild & wonderful by anita kelly

red, white & royal blue by casey mcquiston

something to talk about by meryl wilsner

honey girl by morgan rogers

one last stop by casey mcquiston

once ghosted, twice shy by alyssa cole

kiss her once for me by alison cochrun

a spindle splintered by alix e. harrow

finna by nino cipri

every heart a dooryway by seanan mcguire

the starless sea by erin morgenstern

under the whispering door by tj klune

space opera by catherynne m. valente

light from uncommon stars by ryka aoki

dead collections by isaac fellman

the city we became by n.k. jemisin

light carries on by ray nadine

an absolutely remarkable thing by hank green

feed them silence by lee mandelo

summer sons by lee mandelo

upright women wanted by sarah gailey

lavender house by lev a.c. rosen

fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe by fannie flagg

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

witchmark by c.l. polk

a marvellous light by freya marske

a restless truth by freya marske

when women were dragons by kelly barnhill

plain bad heroines by emily m. danforth

a lady for a duke by alexis hall

infamous by lex croucher

passing strange by ellen klages

even though i knew the end by c.l. polk

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

whiskey when we're dry by john larison

wake of vultures by lila bowen

silver in the wood by emily tesh

the once and future witches by alix e. harrow

the kingdoms by natasha pulley

a tip for the hangman by allison epstein

she who became the sun by shelley parker-chan

the song of achilles by madeline miller

spear by nicola griffith

this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone

gideon the ninth by tamsyn muir

some desperate glory by emily tesh

all systems red by martha wells

a psalm for the wild built by becky chambers

the mimicking of known successes by malka older

winter's orbit by everina maxwell

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

legends and lattes by travis baldree

the house in the cerulean sea by tj klune

other ever afters by melanie gillman

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

a day of fallen night by samantha shannon

a strange and stubborn endurance by foz meadows

the unbroken by c.l. clark

real queer america by samantha allen

fun home by alison bechdel

in the dream house by carmen maria machado

better living through birding by christian cooper

why fish don't exist by lulu miller

#lgbtq+ books #queer books #book recommendations #gay books #book flow chart #part 3 of 3! #AND THAT'S IT oh my god this took me days #mp

[perfectprettypisces]

after reading so many stories where their actual names are used like Jake Seresin, Natasha Trace, Javy Machado, etc., it’s so crazy to me that not once did they say any of the pilot’s real names in the actual movie except for Bradley who has both Cyclone and Maverick say his first name (his last name is said a lot more) and Maverick (for obvious reasons)

not even like a Lieutenant Trace or a Lieutenant Seresin, they were always just simply referred to as “Lieutenant”

the only time we really see their names are on the beginning screen where Cyclone is showing Mav the 12 pilots and their last names on the tags of their uniforms in the bar scene

everyone is simply referred to as their callsign and even in cast interviews, they introduce themselves using their call signs and never the actual names

come to think of it? i genuinely feel like they weren’t in the movie THAT much because i saw a post that calculated Glen’s screen time and it was like less than five minutes total?

all this to say, fan fiction is SO powerful because this was such a minuscule detail of the movie that we could’ve forgotten about but everyone kind of just took it and ran with and now I can’t see it any other way

#these ragtag little group of pilots really altered my brain chemistry on limited time #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #the dagger squad

[makingqueerhistory]

Spooky Queer Books

Since spooky season is starting, I thought I would share a list of my favourite queer books that are great for this time of year.

Some of these links are affiliate links.

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror

Joe Vallese

Horror movies hold a complicated space in the hearts of the queer community: historically misogynist, and often homo- and transphobic, the genre has also been inadvertently feminist and open to subversive readings. Common tropes--such as the circumspect and resilient "final girl," body possession, costumed villains, secret identities, and things that lurk in the closet--spark moments of eerie familiarity and affective connection. Still, viewers often remain tasked with reading themselves into beloved films, seeking out characters and set pieces that speak to, mirror, and parallel the unique ways queerness encounters the world.It Came from the Closet features twenty-five essays by writers speaking to this relationship, through connections both empowering and oppressive. From Carmen Maria Machado on Jennifer's Body, Jude Ellison S. Doyle on In My Skin, Addie Tsai on Dead Ringers, and many more, these conversations convey the rich reciprocity between queerness and horror.

Into the Drowning Deep

Mira Grant

The ocean is home to many myths, But some are deadly... Seven years ago the Atargatis set off on a voyage to the Mariana Trench to film a mockumentary bringing to life ancient sea creatures of legend. It was lost at sea with all hands. Some have called it a hoax; others have called it a tragedy. Now a new crew has been assembled. But this time they're not out to entertain. Some seek to validate their life's work. Some seek the greatest hunt of all. Some seek the truth. But for the ambitious young scientist Victoria Stewart this is a voyage to uncover the fate of the sister she lost. Whatever the truth may be, it will only be found below the waves. But the secrets of the deep come with a price.

The Devouring Gray

C. L. Herman

After her sister's death, seventeen-year-old Violet Saunders finds herself dragged to Four Paths, New York. Violet may be a newcomer, but she soon learns her mother isn't: They belong to one of the revered founding families of the town, where stone bells hang above every doorway and danger lurks in the depths of the woods. Justin Hawthorne's bloodline has protected Four Paths for generations from the Gray--a lifeless dimension that imprisons a brutal monster. After Justin fails to inherit his family's powers, his mother is determined to keep this humiliation a secret. But Justin can't let go of the future he was promised and the town he swore to protect. Ever since Harper Carlisle lost her hand to an accident that left her stranded in the Gray for days, she has vowed revenge on the person who abandoned her: Justin Hawthorne. There are ripples of dissent in Four Paths, and Harper seizes an opportunity to take down the Hawthornes and change her destiny--to what extent, even she doesn't yet know. The Gray is growing stronger every day, and its victims are piling up. When Violet accidentally unleashes the monster, all three must band together with the other Founders to unearth the dark truths behind their families' abilities...before the Gray devours them all.

Tell Me I'm Worthless

Alison Rumfitt

Three years ago, Alice spent one night in an abandoned house with her friends, Ila and Hannah. Since then, Alice's life has spiraled. She lives a haunted existence, selling videos of herself for money, going to parties she hates, drinking herself to sleep. Memories of that night torment Alice, but when Ila asks her to return to the House, to go past the KEEP OUT sign and over the sick earth where teenagers dare each other to venture, Alice knows she must go. Together, Alice and Ila must face the horrors that happened there, must pull themselves apart from the inside out, put their differences aside, and try to rescue Hannah, whom the House has chosen to make its own. Cutting, disruptive, and darkly funny, Tell Me I'm Worthless is a vital work of trans fiction that examines the devastating effects of trauma and how fascism makes us destroy ourselves and each other.

#queer #lgbt #transgender #queer books #lgbt books #book recommendations #queer history

[qvid-pro-qvo]

javy’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of pressure on his cheek. light, gentle, soft scrape of lips against his chin, his neck.

“mmmm,” he hums out, letting the kisses be his alarm. they pull him from sleep, and he can’t help but chuckle as he feels the curve of a smile between his shoulders. “good morning.”

“mornin’, sleepyhead,” jake says warmly. “fancy seein’ you here.”

a hotel room, booked last minute. a flight to catch these precious few days of time stateside shore leave. javy hasn’t seen dry land in months, and hasn’t seen jake in twice that time.

so these? this? he’s gonna savor this.

one of jake’s arms is thrown across his hip, his thumb running small circles into the skin there. it lowers, curls around his thigh, before jake starts kissing his neck and cheek again.

“you’re wide awake,” javy murmurs, when he’s awake enough to do some talking. “see the sunrise?”

“i had a better view,” jake replies, one more kiss on his temple before he pulls back.

javy kisses him then — turns his whole body so he can take his face in one hand and give him a proper good morning. that’s when he notices, though, and frowns. “clothes? pants and everything? that’s cruel, baby.”

“clothes can come off,” jake promises, letting his eyes wander for a moment before meeting javy’s curious gaze and raised brow. “besides, i ran out for a minute or two to get something i know you’ve been missin’.”

it’s then javy smells it. a distinct, warmed pastry. the faint scent of chain coffee, sweetened with enough syrup to make his taste buds sing. he sits up, then, blankets falling from his body, and jake’s hand falls away too as he chuckles at the reaction. sitting up, he sees the carefully wrapped treat and coffee sitting on the bedside table, sees jake and his full grin as he watches, reclined against the pillows.

javy grins, too. kisses him again, both hands around his jaw and curling at the hairs on the base of his neck. jake doesn’t hesitate, lifts on one elbow to meet his urgency.

“god, i love you,” javy tells him. kisses him once more. “those clothes are coming off.” another kiss. “after i have this coffee.”

“have your coffee,” jake says, laughing as javy takes his chance to reach over him and get the prized treats. “i can be patient.”

“for once?” javy asks, smirking. the first sip is magic, the second makes him moan.

“for once.” jake’s hand reaches for him again. rests on his lap, just to touch, just to be there. pulls javy into him, so he can recline, lets javy’s head pillow on his chest. “for you.”

#inspired by big time by angel olsen #after this they spend time walking in a park together and holding hands and being in love #thanks #macheresin #javy coyote machado #jake hangman seresin #javy machado #jake seresin #coyote #hangman #my fic #my writing #fluff #tgm #top gun: maverick #qvo ships tgm

[ohtobeleah]

M.U.R.P.H // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: An undisclosed pregnancy that you and your husband try keeping a secret ends up being the reason you end up in hospital during a PTI session with the Dagger Squad.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Pregnancy. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Mild Angst.

Author Note: Happy Saturday! This is pretty self indulgent but I final finished this one-shot that’s been in my drafts forever.

“Alright team.” Pete Mitchell, although overworked and severely underpaid for the crap he put up with–grinned ear to ear at his group of elite Naval Aviators who sat before him after debriefing this morning's training exercise. “As you know, this weekend is Memorial Day weekend and the Admirals have decided to get a jump start on the events.” 

“Are we getting a long weekend?” Fanboy beamed hopefully as he sat up a little straighter. “Please tell me we’re getting a long weekend—“ He hoped that if he asked with enough conviction in his voice the answer would be yes. However, he hadn’t noticed you standing at the back of the room. A protective hand over your barely visible baby bump. Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known. Bob had noticed though—he was already dreading what was to come. He hated Memorial Day. Not because he didn’t want to pay respects to those who had fallen, no. He’d honour the fallen every damn day if he had to. 

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph.

You’d been his PTI during his time in Lamoore. You were the first Bradshaw he’d met and before he later Met Bradley Bradshaw and put two and two together that the two of you were married–nothing had ever made more sense. 

Bob’s heart had sunk into his ass when he found out you were being transferred to North Island. You were somewhat of a hard task master when it came to gruelling training sessions and Memorial Day always gave you free rein to send anyone packing with their tail between their legs if they couldn’t keep up. 

You were, however, a solid friend. When you weren’t working, you were the life of the party. The brightest smile in the room and always the one who everyone gravitated towards. Much like Bradley, you two always seemed to get the party started. Whether it was playing great balls of fire and singing at the top of your lungs—or starting an important dart night that saw a permanent tally board hung up beside the much too loved dartboard. There had been a time or two where you’d challenged the strongest of the bunch to an arm wrestle—Bob was always the first to bow at your bark. Not one to challenge anything you said, hell he’d do just about anything you told him to do….

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph. 

Bob had never been one to believe in soulmates before he saw you and Bradley together, he’d never met two people more suited for each other. But neither of you needed to hear that from him–you’d already managed to figure that out on your own. 

“No, Fanboy—“ Maverick sighed as he gestured for you to make your way to the front of the class. “No you aren’t getting a long weekend, what you are getting though, is a killer workout with PTI Bradshaw.” You heard the mixed reviews your introduction received. You’d only just recently finished running annual fitness testing for those who needed to be re-evaluated. So the idea of yet another gruelling workout tossed their way wasn’t what some of the aviators had in mind for a head start on the weekend. 

Jake Seresin and Javy Machado however? Oh they were wrapped. They loved a challenge—they adored you and they certainly came over the challenges you loved to hand out. 

“Morning everyone.” You beamed as you handed Rooster, you beloved husband, who sat in the front row with a soft grin, a pile of papers. “Take one and pass them along please Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Your fingers lingered across Bradley’s for a few seconds as he smiled softly back at you with heart shaped eyes. He always thought you looked so different with your hair pulled back into a ridiculously tight bun. Your uniform made you look so different, nothing like what you looked like at the Hard Deck with your hair out and mum jeans on. Sitting beside him at the piano playing great balls of fire. A Margarita in your hand and his glasses over your beautiful eyes. Nothing like what you looked like tucked into his side, hair splayed every which way and silk pyjamas adorning your beautiful body. 

“Physical Training Instructors play a key role in developing and maintaining the health, fitness and well-being of our airmen. In the United States Navy, physical fitness is absolutely essential in maintaining good health and overall wellbeing.” Pete Mitchell had been required to say that little statement prior to any session he handed over to you. “Regardless of Rank, PTI “Agony” Bradshaw will be your superior for the next two hours—with that I hand you over.”

“Thanks Mav.” You chuckled, appreciating the way you were so respected by the veteran aviator. PTI’s didn’t always have the best wrap—so when Maverick commanded the attention of everyone in the room on your behalf it gave you a little more confidence each and every time. “Alright flyboys—“ You teased, turning your attention to Phoenix so you could address her too. “And Flygirl, today we’re doing MURPH—“ 

Your declaration was met with a choir of dismay and disapproval from at least half of the team that sat before you. Suddenly their shoulders were a little more slouched and their faces plastered with existential dread when they started reading over the workout plan you'd had Bradley pass back. No one liked doing MURPH, except maybe Jake Seresin.

“Ma’am, I think that sounds like a great idea—“ Hangman sent you one of his thousand watt grins as he played with the toothpick that sat between his teeth. “Don’t you think your wife here comes up with some banger ideas, Rooster?” Bradley did think you had some good ideas, he wasn't going to let you know that though–if he did he knew his workouts, his Personal Training sessions and his Fitness Testing would just increasingly get harder and harder. It had only been by the skin of his goddamn nose that you passed his last Multi-Stage Fitness Test. Bradley Bradshaw was a hunk and with that meant he himself was not the most aerodynamic of the bunch–Bob had passed with flying colours, although you did nearly force him to restart his push-ups again when you caught him cheating on range. 

“She told me what she had planned last night Hangman, I’m ready to go, brought my pre workout in my bag and everything—“ Rooster just sighed as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs as he brought his hands up to rest behind his head. “Piece of cake.” 

“I have never heard anyone say MURPH is a piece of cake.” Phoenix groaned. “Aggie, please–” 

“I don't make the rules, Lieutenant, I just enforce them.” You had gotten used to the love-hate relationship and animosity you received while you were in uniform, it was your job to make sure none of the navy’s finest aviators let their fitness fall to the wayside. “Now for those who don't know what MURPH is, i'll explain quickly then you can all take twenty to change, refuel, and meet me over in the gym.” As you pulled out the empty chair that sat vacant next to your husband, you used it as a footstool before propping yourself up on the desk. Clearing your throat before reading out the workout explanation on the sheet you'd distributed. 

“M.U.R.P.H is a hero WOD dedicated to Michael P. Murphy, the first service member to receive the Medal of Honor for service in Afghanistan, during a Memorial Day event on Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, May 24, 2015.” Although there were more people sitting before you who didn't like the idea of such a gruelling workout, they did respect the fallen. “Michael's favourite workout was dedicated to him after his passing and thus, will be your workout today.” You felt the stomachs of everyone, all but Jake And Javy who just sat a little straighter in their chairs, drop.

“Today you will complete a one mile run, 100 pull-ups, expected to be chest to bar, 200 push-ups, 300 bodyweight squats, and to finish up we’ll run another mile.” Bradley crept a hand around your calf, thumbing your uniform as he squinted his eyes and bit his bottom lip, hoping you wouldn't add anything else to the list…..He should have known better. But he couldn't hold a grudge against you–not when you were four months pregnant and glowing. You were hiding your pregnancy well, it wasn't that you didn't want your friends and family to know, it's just you wanted to revel in the experience with Bradley for a little while longer before telling everyone you were both expecting. “Usually the twenty pound weight vest would be optional, but boys and girls you are some of the Navy’s finest Aviators, so you will all complete this course while wearing a twenty pound vest, none-notable people.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~*

In the locker room, Nomex Flight Suits had been discarded for workout gear. Standard issue work boots had been replaced by trainers, and any and all standards of professionalism had gone out the window. It was the one thing everyone actually did enjoy about having you as their PTI, you weren’t big on formality. As long as respect was there you couldn’t give a rats ass about if people swore at you or razzed you. It made the job just a little bit more enjoyable. 

The last thing anyone wanted to do while they were working out was keep a rigid and professional persona. 

“Man, sometimes I hate your wife.” Phoenix grumbled as the group walked out of the locker room with towels slung over their shoulders and copious amounts of pre-workout scooped into shakers. Bradley couldn't help but to laugh, he loved you so much, the wedding band wrapped around his ring finger was there to prove it. The tattoos of your name on his left ass cheek was also there to prove it. 

“I wouldn't let her hear you say that.” Bradley paused as he took a swig of his pre-workout before handing it to Jake who looked like he was pumping himself up for the fight of his life. “She’ll ‘accidentally’ forget to count your reps and make you start again.” 

“This is surely a form of torture–” Fanboy added as he trailed behind with Bob. 

“It's a hero WOD Fanboy–respect the dead.” Jake hissed, he was as keen as, the only one in the group who hadnt had a negative thing to say about your workout plan. “I don't know why you guys aren't more excited.”

“Unlike you Hangman, most of us aren't gluttons for punishment.” Payback teased as he came to sling an arm around Jake's shoulders. “Or degradation, considering the unholy things I've seen in your search history.” Jake and Bradley had grown closer in the past few years that saw them in North Island permanently, there had been more times than you could count where the two of them would stumble back to your humble abode, drunk out of their minds. There had even been a time or two where you'd caught them spooning on the couch when Rooster couldn't take the stairs in his drunken state. 

“None of which compare to what Bradsaw probably cops in the bedroom.” Jake was quick to turn the attention back on Rooster, sending him a smirk over his shoulder as he took a quick sip of the pre-workout they were sharing and handed it over. “Huh Rooster? Agony probably has you wrapped around her little finger.” It was no secret amongst the group that you were a power house PTI, you didn’t dish out any workout you couldn't do with your eyes closed, something that the Daggers really valued about you was your integrity. You were honest and kind and above all, you levelled with them. You weren't a hypocrite and you, as much as you hated your job some days, the constant pressure, the delayed onset muscle soreness, the gruelling workouts and the sweat, you led by example and practised what you preached. 

That didnt mean you and Bradley wouldn't reserve Friday nights for takeout and chocolate. 

“That she does.” Was all Bradley replied with, “Have you fucking seen her? She’d kick my ass any day of the week if I gave her any ounce of crap.” He was without a shadow of a doubt whipped, but Bradley had always been that way with you–ever since he met you at his first water survival training weekend, he was down bad. He’d been assigned to your little group that first Saturday and you sent his heart into the stratosphere the first time you smiled at him. He was still unsure if it had ever come back or if your unconditional love and admiration just kept it hovering in the ozone layer. 

“She looks like she's glowing.” Bob remarked as the group mixed with nervousness, existential dread and far too much ego radiating of one particular member made their way across the tarmac to the base gym you could be found in any given day of the week. It was your home away from home. Kitted out with state of the art equipment, a spacious and functional environment that was welcoming and motivating. “She's far too excited about this, oh my god.” 

Bradley knew you were glowing, but he also knew it wasn't because you were excited. He knew that it was because of the little one growing inside you, a mix of him and you. He kind of hoped it was a boy, but everyone always told him he’d make a good girl dad. Regardless–he just wanted to be a dad, his biggest achievement by far would be being a good dad.

“She really is.” Bradley beamed as he heard the unmistakable tune of AJR’s Burn The House Down blasting through your speakers, reading over the workout plan one final time as you sat on the sled track, legs sprawled as you hummed away in your own little word. Twirling the pen you held in your hand absentmindedly, Bradley’s voice brought you out of your concentration. Alerting you that the team was ready to be put through their paces. “We’re hear for your torture session, Agony, don’t hold back on Hangman though, he’s been gloating since, well–forever really.” Bradley teased as he offered you a gentle hand, helping you rise up from the felt sled track. You immediately felt a dizziness unparalleled to anything you'd ever experienced before. So much so you fought off the urge to succumb to the feeling of descent as you stumbled and stammered for a second. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Lieutenant.” You smiled, exhaling as you steadied your equilibrium. Bradley caught on immediately that you were feeling slightly uneasy, placing a soft hand against the small of your back as you cleared your throat and rolled up your sleeves a little. “Alright, So I’ve measured out half a mile along the airfield, so it's half a mile to and half a mile back– You can either run the tarmac or use the treadmill.” You explained to everybody standing around  listening in to what you had to say. 

“Can we break up the reps Y/n?” Payback asked as he shouldered Bob, forcing him to lose his footing slightly, stumbling for a second as he sent Payback look. “Or is it strictly 100, 200, 300?” 

“I don't care what you guys do so long as you get it done.” Your tone made Fanboy shiver, you could be a hard task master when you wanted to be. “Start warming up and we’ll get this show on the road.” Bradley was quick to sneak a peck on the cheek when the group started to disperse, all except for Hangman a little on edge about what was to come. 

“You feeling alright darlin?” He cooed, walking with you over to your desk where you’d left your water bottle. 

“Your baby is the size of a pear at the moment and she's already giving me a hard time.” Neither you nor Bradley wanted to know if you were having a boy or a girl, you wanted it to be a surprise, both having made lists that kept growing with names galore. “I'm just starting to feel really sluggish, which is hard to hide when I'm usually the energiser bunny on base.” 

“Dr. Richards did say you’d need to pull back a little the further along you get baby." It was hard to accept that you would eventually have to slow down, up until about two weeks ago you had been fine, apart from the morning sickness you had dealt with in the first trimester. Bradley respected your boundaries when you were both at work, knowing professionalism in the workplace was important to you, however–that didn't stop him from discreetly placing a gentle hand atop your stomach, finding the small baby bump hiding under your work uniform. The camo green fabric warping around your naval under his palm. “But that doesn't mean you're not any less capable, just means you’re growing our little boy which in my opinion, is pretty spectacular.” 

“Just means we’ll need to tell everyone sooner rather than later Roo.” You sighed, taking a sip of your water, not knowing that Phoenix had spotted the gentle touch of your husband's hand resting on your stomach for a brief moment. Her eyes wide in shock as her jaw slacked slightly. Phoenix though, the master of recovery, disguised her surprise when you turned around to round up the gang that were all in the process of warming up in some way shape or form. “Alright, we can stagger the start for those who aren't warm enough–” You side eyed Bradley as he scoffed at you, leaving your side to join his colleagues. “

“Let's go boys and girl, we’re doing Murph baby!” Jake hollered out, clapping his hands down on Javys shoulders, pumping each other up as you laughed, a smile creeping across your face. “Bradshaw! You gonna try keep up with the big boys?” 

“Think I might taxi with Bob.” Bradley replied, jogging on the spot before giving his lower back a little twist side to side. Bob just rolled his eyes, to the untrained eye he was the kind of guy who kept his shirt on during beach days, but he thoroughly enjoyed cardio. If Rooster's plan had been to taxi with him during the mile run he was in for a rude shock, but Bob knew he was gonna lose time in the pull-up department. “You ready to go man?” 

“As ready as I'll ever be for this kind of workout.” Bob groned. “If I say I twisted my ankle now, do I still have to participate?” The group all laughed at the near winge that left Bob's mouth, he really wasn't up for this today–but what you came back with made the gym explode with boisterous laughter. 

“If you dont be careful Lieutenant Floyd l’ll pack an extra pound into your weight vest.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Phoenix saw her opportune moment to strike about half way through the first half mile. Bradley was starting to show a red hume across his face, a thin layer of sweat had started to form across his forehead and Phoenix knew that if he was focusing hard enough on keeping his pace steady with one foot in front of the other, she knew he was in no position to formulate a lie. 

“So–Bradshaw.” Phoenix started as she came up to jog beside Rooster. “How far along is she?” 

“How far along is who?” Bradley replied as he kept his head straight, focused on the marker up ahead that indicated the turn around point. Watching as Jake and Javy booked it around one another, racing ahead of the rest of the group who had all opted to taxi their way through this. 

“Agony, she's pregnant.” Phoenix spoke with such conviction that Bradley found it near impossible to try and formulate a lie that would cover up the truth of the matter. “I saw you put your hand on her stomach, and I know you wouldnt do that if she wasnt pregnant.” 

“She's feeling a little off today, little spud is kicking her around a little.” It was all the conformation Phoenix needed to let out a little squeal as she beamed at Rooster, smacking him in the shoulder. “Ow!” 

“Why would you keep this from us! Rooster! That's amazing, congratulations!” 

“We just wanted to enjoy it for a while, just us, we haven't even told her parents yet.” Bradley explained as he made it to the turnabout point with Phoenix, both keeping each other's pace. “She's four months, we don't wanna know the sex, but everything is going the way it should, doc said she’ll need to start pulling back soon though.” 

“Ah, so thats why she isn’t participating in the torture.” Phoenix had picked up on the fact you weren’t participating today, she thought it was odd that you weren't but wasn't about to question it. She was scared you'd match her attitude and give her an extra 100 push ups. “Mrs Bradshaw is knocked up.” 

“Yeah.” Bradley chuckled, he liked the sound of that. “I had to beg her not to last night when I saw the MURPH file sitting out on the dining table, got down on my knees and everything.” 

“You couldn't have just talked her out of the whole plan entirely?” Phoenix whined, starting to feel a little more puffed from talking as she jogged with Bradley. Starting to really feel herself warming up. 

“Oh trust me, I tried that too.” Bradley explained, laughing as he remembered how that conversation ended. “She seduced me just to get me to shut up.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Rooster and Phoenix got back to the hanger turned gym, Jake and Javy were already going ten reps for ten reps with their pull ups. Bob, Fanboy and Payback were just standing there, watching as they caught their breath and waited for Rooster and Phoenix to return. 

“Alright ladies, now that everyones back, there's no rest for the wicked.” You turned up the volume on the speaker you stood by before making your way over. “Lets hussle, clocks still ticking and the faster you get this done the less time you have to spend here with me.” 

Fanboy groaned as he turned to Bob, sharing a painful look of ‘I'm over this already.’ 

“How are you gonna break this up, Roo?” You cooed, coming to stand by your husband as you watched Payback and Phoenix get to work on the rig, everyone was working on their pull ups first. “If it was me i'd do ten at a time.” 

“I think I should be able to manage twenty-five at a time.” He smiled, mumbling under his breath in your ear as he leaned in to kiss your earlobe. “Phoenix knows you're pregnant by the way.” 

“What!?” You gasped. “How did she find out! You said we weren’t gonna tell anyone yet?” 

“Saw me touch your stomach before, figured it was a little sus.” Bradley cooed. “I'm sorry.” 

“No, no don't be, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” You accepted the reality, watching as your group worked through their reps, taking notice of Bob who was severely lacking in his rep range. “Floyd! Chin to bar!” 

“Yeah Bob, chin to bar.” Hangman added, laughing with that thousand watt grin he was known for. “Bradshaw! Stop trying to flirt your way out of this!” 

“That's my cue.” Bradley groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his hands through sweat covered locks. “Play nice please.” 

“Nope, hop to it Lieutenant–” You bit back, biting your bottom lip as you cautiously and ever so discreetly slapped Bradley on the arse, watching as you sauntered away with a little more pep in his step. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“I feel like my arms are gonna pop off!” Next was the push ups. Mickey groaned as he did his set of twenty as you came to kneel beside him. “You’re a vicious and cruel woman.” 

“Well I guess Agony is rather fitting, isn't it Fanboy?” you questioned through a soft laugh as you pressed a hand between his shoulder blades. “Retract your scaps, you're relying too much on your triceps, put the pressure through your chest and your longevity will increase.” 

“If i wasn't so mad i'd say thankyou.” He groaned, keeping on keeping on with his reps. As soon as he was done, Rooster started his, same as Payback. 

“Hmm, I'll take it.” You ruffled Mickey's hair, wiping the sweat you collected onto the thigh of your pants as you stood, feeling light headed as you rose too quickly. “Oh–” Your vision blurred momentarily as a slight ringing in your ears rang out, you tried to breathe through it, but you couldn't catch the feeling. 

“Hey Aggie, you okay?” It was Hangman who noticed that you were looking a little unsteady at first, but as soon as the words were leaving his mouth? You were going down. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as the dizziness from standing too quickly took over you entirely. “Oh shit!” It normally wouldn't have been an issue, but you'd been feeling a little unsteady all day. “Y/n–” Hangman was quick to move to break your fall, catching you in his arms before you could hit the ground. “Rooster! Get over here will ya?” Jake called out, Bradley hadnt seen you fall, he was too busy focusing on his push-ups. “It's Y/n.” 

“What's wrong?” Bradley asked as he stood, noticing you passed out in Jake's arms. “Oh my god, hey–” He cooed, tapping your cheek softly as he crouched beside you on the other side of Jake, the whole ordeal had grabbed the attention of all the aviators you had in your gym. “Hey, darling, you okay? Open your eyes for me baby.” 

You did, slowly, fluttering your eyelids with a soft groan as you tried to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

“Woah–easy there killer, what's going on? I've never seen you pass out like that before.” Although Jake was technically addressing you, Bradley held a palm to your forehead as he pressed his lips together, watching as you struggled to focus on what was going around you. 

“She’s pregnant–” The gym went completely silent at Bradley’s major announcement. “I gotta get her to the hospital in case there's something wrong.” 

“Bradley, I'm fine.” You tried to reason with your husband as he scooped you up and into his arms, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck before he stood. “I promise, I just felt a little light headed is all.” 

“Yeah, no I don't care, we’re getting you checked out.” There was a distinct shift in Bradley’s tone, before he was playful, enjoying the workout as much as he could but now? He was as serious as ever, nothing was more important to him than you, his family. 

“Bradley, I'm in the middle of instructing a class.” Again you tried to defend the unnecessary need to go get checked out. You really didn’t feel like it was that big of an issue. “I can’t just leave? Everyone needs—“ Before you could finish, Bradley was interrupting. 

“Guys? you good?” Bradley turned around, addressed the totally stunned and flabbergasted group who just looked at him like he’d just dropped a major bomb on them. That his wife was expecting, you were gonna be a mother, and he, Bradley Rooster Bradshaw, was gonna be a dad. “You know what you’re doing don't you?” 

“Uh, yeah–” Bob started. 

“We’re good.” Payback stammered.

“We’ll be fine, just go make sure everything’s okay.” Phoenix added. 

“What do you mean Y/n’s pregnant!?” Hangman asked, standing there with wide eyes and a confused expression. Bradley didn’t respond, he simply turned on his heels and continued on his way, carrying you over to the admin building on base to get you checked out. 

“Do I need to have the sex education talk with you Seresin?” Phoenix teased. “Did your parents never give you the birds and the bees talk?” Jake just sent her a look. 

“You fucking knew didnt you?” He called Phoenix on her cool calm and collected manor. Something was up. 

“Only for like twenty more minutes than you.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Take a picture, it’ll last long.” You pouted from your position on the hospital bed, hooked up to a heart rate monitor. Bradley sat beside you, hand in yours as he just stared at you. Trying to get a read on how you were actually feeling because he knew you weren’t telling him the truth. 

“Woah, that was incredibly rude, Mrs Bradshaw.” Bradley teased as he let go of your hand, leaning back in the chair he sat perched in. stretching his arms up over his head, enough so that the bottom of his shirt pulled up, exposing his lower abdomen for a second. An incredible sight. “I'm just doing what any good husband would do, you know, making sure your health is in top priority.” 

“I'm A Personal Training Instructor for the United States Navy.” You reminded your husband, deadpanning him as you swirled your palm across your stomach. Stupid hospital gown covering your small bump. “Uncle Sam pays me to make sure you keep your health in tip top shape, it's not the other way around.” Bradley sent you a childish lok as his snickered back at you as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Listen, I’m fine, I'm just not used to my equilibrium being so off, I got up too quick and lost my balance, I'm fine.” 

“Why don't we let the doctor be the judge of that?” Bradley sighed, leaning forward as he rose from his seat to kiss your cheek. You just accepted the loving gesture as he cupped your cheeks, swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “I just worry about you, because I love you and if anything ever happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for not doing enough when I could have.” 

“Good thing I love you more huh?” You cooed, watching as Bradley sat back down as Doctor Richard’s entered the room. 

“That my dear, is not possible.” Rooster just managed to get his reply in before Doctor Richards smiled. 

“Well the good thing is there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with bubs from the ultrasound.” She explained as she read through your chart. “But it seems as though you’re experiencing some bouts of low blood pressure Mrs Bradshaw.” 

“Low blood pressure?” Bradley questioned. “That can just happen? Y/n doesn’t have low blood pressure?” He was right, you didn’t, but you seemed to have it now. 

“I can assure you Mr. Bradshaw it’s a very common occurrence during the first twenty four weeks of pregnancy, I wouldn’t be too alarmed as long as you manage it.” Doctor Richards addressed you as you sat up a little straighter in your bed. 

“How would you like me to do that Doc?” You asked with a sigh, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being pregnant. You did and you were so excited for your little one to arrive. What was annoying though was the fact you had been told to slow down, take things easy, enjoy the time you had with your baby. You were naturally a physically active person. Slowing down just wasn’t in your DNA. 

“Take it easy. Try to slow down a little? I understand you’re a PTI? Perhaps avoiding strenuous activity for the time being will help.” Doctor Richards explained. “Try to avoid making sudden movements, like standing up too quickly. It shouldn’t be a long term thing but for now? Monitor your systems, drink plenty of water to stay hydrated to increase your blood volume.” 

“Aye aye captain.” You groaned, saluting Dr. Richards as you slumped a little. Rooster caught onto your bad mood instantly, deciding to take over the conversation for you. 

“We’ll do our best Doc, thanks for checking up on her.” 

“Anytime—I’ll have your charts done up and send a discharge notice to the ladies at Reception.” She explained before leaving the room, giving you and Bradley a moment alone. He was silent as you walked Ike’s at him. Expecting him to say he told you so. 

“You feelings alright?” He asked softly. 

“I’m fine—just need a moment to truly process that my career is over.” You groaned, lying back as you faught of tears, it was the hormones, but not really. You just knew this day was coming. 

“What are you talking about?” Bradley asked, concern lacing his tone of voice as he sat as close to you as he possibly could. “Darlin—?” 

“If I can’t train, I can’t tell others to train. I can’t be a hypocrite.” You explained as tears fell down your cheeks. “I’ll go on maternity leave and lose my strength, my endurance, my body is already changing and I can only imagine what it’ll be like after having this beautiful baby.” You were well aware how crazy you sounded but it’s how you felt. “Bradley, I hope you don’t take this as me not loving every single moment of this because I am—“ You sobbed as Braldey held your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m just scared of how becoming a mother is gonna affect the career I worked so hard to build.” 

“I understand baby.” Bradley tried his best to console you, he wasn’t going to tell you that none of what you were worried about was going to happen. He knew that there was a possibility it could. It had happened to other women before you and it would certainly happen after. “But if anyone can manage being a wonderful, caring mother and a fierce, incredibly talented career woman it’s you.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t help but to scoff lightly through your tears as you turned your head to look at your husband, so thankful for his every strong presence and support. 

“Honey I know so, we’ll do whatever it takes to get you right back to where you were before this little one came along.” He smiled, helping you sit up. “But let’s focus on you now? Alright, keep that blood pressure from dropping, keep you healthy and happy mama.” 

“Oh god!” You remembered the fact Bradley had mentioned to every single Dagger that you were pregnant. “Oh my god Roo, they’re gonna tackle us!” You leaned forward into your husband's chest as he laughed and kissed the top of your head. “I guess we better get back and get it over with huh?” 

“Yeah, better to rip the Band-Aid off fast than to drag it out.” 

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By the time you got back to base, the entire Dagger Squad was waiting back in the rec room. When you and Bradley entered cautiously, they all stood up as if they were expecting life altering news. 

“Is everything alright?” Bob asked, you never thought his eyes could get any bigger—but as he looked at you with hope filled eyes, you knew you’d been wrong. 

“Everything’s fine.” You smiled, wrapping your arm around Rooster's torso. Pulling him close as he sighed and filled in the gaps. 

“Mum and Bub are doing well, just got a little low blood pressure to manage but other than that? Everything else seems to be just fine.” Everyone went quiet, all silently thanking the heavens above and those in it that nothing major had occurred. Until Fanboy said what everyone was thinking—

“Can we go back to the part where you’re pregnant and didn’t tell any of us?” 

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poetry recommendations for march

If You Knew by Ellen Bass

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

Spring by Mary Oliver

The Return by Mary Oliver

Green, Green is My Sister’s House by Mary Oliver

Black Telephone by Richard Siken

Proverbs and Songs by Antonio Machado

this night - for you by Halina Poswiatowska

a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska

in your perfect fingers by Halina Poswiatowska

Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

Every Day You Play…. by Pablo Neruda

first thought after seeing you smile by Warsan Shire

Love by Czeslaw Milosz

Insomniac by Sylvia Plath

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