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#and I ship her with Diego damnit
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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 7
A/N- we have a new header photo! Since the story has progressed into mainly Jake and Stormy’s relationship it seemed like it was time. This one is a little short and super angsty, don’t kill me!
Y’all send me some feedback after this chapter. I want to know what you’d like to see happen next!
Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (OC Stormy)
Song inspo- “never let me go”- Florence and the Machine, “ if you need to, keep time on me”- Fleet Foxes
Summary-Stormy is on her first deployment with her new squad, missing their 6 month anniversary and gearing up for a hell of a mission.
Warnings- language, violence, injuries (it’s an angsty one guys)
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The lumpy twin bed on the aircraft carrier didn’t do much in the way of comfort, but damnit you’d been having the best dream. You and Jake at some seaside restaurant, slow dancing and toasting to your anniversary. It had felt so real, when you’d startled awake by your alarm you could almost feel his warm embrace, tears welling up in your eyes as you came back to reality. You were in the middle of the Atlantic, nowhere near San Diego, and today you and Jake had been together 6 months.
You’d gotten your deployment papers and shipped out almost a month ago, infrequent emails and the occasional phone call all you had to hold on to, along with a handful of letters and photos Jake had printed for you to decorate your bunk to spruce up the empty space you’d call home for the next 2 months. Long distance had been hard, but being deployed without him was a whole other level of pain. For years you’d worked together as pilot and WSO, enduring the shitty conditions and battling the homesickness as a team, doing this alone with a brand new team was a choice you’d make all over again but the loneliness stung no matter how you sliced it. Startled by a sharp knock to the cabin door you threw the covers back and called out for them to wait. It was Viper, your front seater who had become a damn good friend the past few months of integrating with your new team. He and his husband had welcomed you with open arms, game nights at their home and family dinners on Sundays were infamous in your squad, you truly did love this group of misfits despite missing the Daggers something fierce.
Flinging the door open to his smiling face you felt a little lighter, “Come on kid, let’s get some breakfast in you, we’ve got a hell of a day ahead of us! You can dream about your golden boy later!” He let out a cackle as your cheeks tinged in embarrassment and patted you on the head, ushering you both towards the mess hall in preparation for another long and tedious day of maneuvers.
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On the opposite coast Jake is feeling much of the same, he had complete faith the two of you could weather any storm but the longing he felt without you took his breath away sometimes. He’d never loved anyone like this before, and he’d certainly never been the one waiting for his loved one to come back from deployment. How did spouses do this every day? Just sending the ones they love off to far away places for months at a time and praying to whatever deity existed that they’d come home safely, it was a selfless burden he’d never take for granted again. He checked his email as he inhaled his breakfast, seeing an email and photo attachment from you and he nearly tripped over himself to open the message. There you were, half unzipped flight suit with your cleavage on display, blowing a kiss into the camera just for him. But it was the message itself that sent him over the edge, you explaining in graphic detail all the ways you wanted him to take you apart when you were re-united, how much you loved him and couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. He was the luckiest bastard on earth, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. He held his phone up, took a selfie of his shirtless form and messy bed head, sending you kisses from across the world and typing out a quick reply. “Just a little longer Stormy, it’s you and me baby we can do anything, you’re my moon and stars baby girl I love you. Kick ass today, and thank you for the best 6 months of my life. Love, Jake.”
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The day which started relatively normal, went to shit almost instantly. The mission had to be moved up, enemies were in the area; pirates hired by a foreign nation to carry out a terrorist attack against the very vessel you were sailing on. Your COC wanted a team in the air within the hour to take them down and it left everyone scrambling to throw together a plan and get to their aircrafts. You’d had a bad feeling gnawing at you from the moment they described the plan of attack; two much could go wrong and there wasn’t enough information about the kind of weaponry the enemy had trained on them. Viper gave you a pointed look to keep it to yourself, he didn’t feel good about it either but time wasn’t on anyone’s side today, better to keep your head down and do whatever was needed to survive.
It was a shitstorm, between the enemy aircraft on everyone’s backs their warship seemed to have a never ending supply of missiles, raining down explosives from every direction. It was a dogfight no one had expected and with what was truly a miracle you all made it out alive, barreling across the sky back to the carrier. As you all made your descent warning lights began to appear on your radar, something was coming in hot and it was headed for the ship. You were calling out coordinates while everyone rallied into a formation to see if they could take it out, but it was too late; it had been a diversion. Heat seeking missles were drawing in from another round of jets, and it was either take out the jets or risk everyone on the carrier. Just as Viper began to howl in victory over his first air to air kill, an explosion landed on your left side, taking out the wing and sending you both plummeting. You could barely hear yourself screaming to eject, heartbeat roaring in your ears, your last thought before being flung from your fa/18 was of Jake.
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It had been a boring day filled with lectures and Jake couldn’t be more happy to get the hell out of the school house, a beer and sports highlights were calling his name. He’d made it halfway through the lot before he heard someone calling his name, more like screaming it as they hurdled towards him through the parking lot. It was Cyclone’s assistant, gasping for air as she told him he was needed immediately in the admiral’s office, it was an emergency. He felt his heart sink, the only reason your godfather would need him for an emergency was you, and he took off towards the building as fast as his body would carry him. Flinging the office door open was unprofessional but he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit, he knew something was wrong and when he crossed the threshold Beau Simpson’s normally callous demeanor was gone, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Jake.
“What?!” He gasped, “Don’t sugar coat it Sir, just tell me, where is she?” Jake was shaking uncontrollably now, if you were gone it would be the end of him.
“She’s alive, but her injuries are severe. She’s being transported to Walter Reed as we speak, and you and I are heading there as soon as possible. She’s been placed in a medically induced coma.”
Jake’s knees hit the floor, and the tears began.
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Jake Seresin Masterlist
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I love Dru so much,, can’t wait to se more of her in the wicked powers 
this is for the anon who requested her, thank you
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Would Pete like. sing to Grace.
Not like. a whole theatrical thing, just like,, quietly humming when she's stressed out about everything
If yes what song would it be-
I don't ship them but I actually can imagine this happening,, especially if like you said, it's when she's stressed out and fretting over everything,,
Genuinely do think he would
and sorry to be painfully obvious but it would ABSOLUTELY be "You Are My Sunshine"
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TUA DISNEY AUs: Pocahontas (Pt. VIII)
(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)
(BEWARE: colonialism, people being shitty about things they don't understand, etc.)
(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)
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(Pocahontas) Allison doesn’t trust those new people. They smell bad. And Ray, her husband, has advised her against speaking with any of them, but it’s not her fault she runs into Luther, the captain of the new people’s guard. And then there’s Klaus. Oh, sweet, sweet Klaus… now if only Allison could get Diego to give him a (second) chance…
(John Smith) Luther wasn’t planning on meeting the most brilliant woman he’s ever come across when he decided to sail for the new world a year ago. It just kinda happened. He wonders if she’ll come back to England with him - oh shit, she’s married. Right. Fuck.
(Englishmen)
Vanya’s gonna get hanged as a witch. She knows it. She’s kinda just waiting. And then Allison offers a way out, a place as a healer with the Natives… but Vanya can’t leave Sissy, the married woman she loves. Or Harlan. No, she can’t. She can’t. Right?
Leonard is a fucking creep. He makes gross remarks about the Native women and has been trying to marry Vanya for five fucking years. It’s really only fitting that Allison has him executed. Accidentally, she swears.
Hazel and Agnes are the sweet old couple who everybody loves. Agnes is one of the only newcomers who is genuinely kind to the Natives, and Hazel finds a partner in Cha-Cha, a fearless warrior. Together, the three of them invent donuts.
Reginald is the governor and his wife Grace is exceedingly kind. Diego takes her in when he finds out that Reginald abuses her and sleeps around. He also kills Reginald. Yippee-kay-aye.
The Handler is the goddamn queen of England. Long live the bitch.
Five is planning a coup and revolution of the settlement. No one suspects him because he’s a kid. It pisses him off, but so far it’s working in his favor so he hasn’t tried to kill anybody for it yet. Now he’s just gotta get some of the Natives on board…
Klaus thinks it’s funny everyone thinks Vanya’s a witch. I mean, okay, it’s not funny, she’ll probably get hanged for it. But, like… Klaus is the real witch. He can speak to the dead. Including his dead brother Ben, a stowaway on the ship who drowned in a storm. Klaus is just trying to find a place he won’t get killed for who he is… and then he meets Diego. The most beautiful, brave, smart, funny, kind person he’s ever met. And a Native warrior who hates all the newcomers, especially Klaus, who may have sort of accidentally caused the scar on the side of Diego’s head. In a training accident. The first time they met. Shit, he’s never gonna get that guy, is he?
(Natives)
Diego is very annoyed at that Klaus guy. He’s too stupid to be that cute. Stupid… stupid… stupidly hot and charming and funny and selfless and sweet and perfect and oh shit. Diego’s a warrior of the ancestral lands. He protects his family. And Klaus is a newcomer. The newcomers are a threat to his family. Fuck, shit, god-motherfucking-damnit…
Lila is Diego’s sister warrior and leader of the women at home. Well, wife of the leader anyway. She’s been trying to get eyes on the newcomers for days, but that feisty kid planning the rebellion doesn’t like her… unless… she offers to help him?
Eudora is just trying to keep her family from falling apart. As leader of the warriors, with Diego as her second-in-command, life seems pretty cushy, but… those newcomers are threatening everything. Especially since Diego, their most powerful and honorable warrior, is falling for one of them. And he may just abandon them to be with that Klaus spirit - even if he hasn’t even admitted it to himself yet.
Ben gets a little tired of following Klaus around everywhere. He supposes he should be grateful that he’s still alive after death with his brother, but there’s only so much of Klaus anyone can take. Ben is tired. He just wants to go home. Or live again. Or sleep. Or, well… anything, really, other than this. This dark, cold void of nothing.
Ray is the Native community’s head healer and wiseman. He’s the husband of the chief, Allison herself, and advises the family on how to best move forward when faced with challenges. When it comes to the newcomers, he tells them the best choice is simply to move on with their lives as normal and not interact with the strangers. And then his wife goes and falls for an Englishman and suddenly his people are falling left and right for these newcomer folk. Oh, come on. Why does no one ever listen to him?
In the end, Reginald is dead and Grace is the leader of the settlers. Five explores the new world with Dolores, a child’s doll he still keeps, and Ben, Klaus, and Diego follow him, chasing adventure and excitement. Klaus and Diego finally get together, married during the final battle because they’re dramatic idiots like that, and Klaus practices his magic and even teaches Five and Diego some along the way. Allison becomes a leader of both communities, uniting them with her second marriage to Luther as she keeps her vows to Ray. Vanya and Sissy are finally free to be together, with Carl dead in the final battle and Harlan happier than ever. Lila and Eudora set about training the settlers in the Natives’ warrior ways with Cha-Cha and learn new trades and skills from the settlers in turn. Hazel and Agnes help take care of all the children and feed the village and the Handler dies on her throne and Kit Marlowe takes over and marries Will Shakespeare because why the fuck not. And there’s no racism or sexism or homophobia or any other isms or phobias and no diseases or rape or genocide and everybody was happy and treated each other with respect and kindness. Good? Good.
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