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coyotesamachado · 2 years ago

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#oh my god#this is so smart#please more#plsplsplsls#i will give u my kidney#aaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is so cute#plus w javy being good with kids!?!!!!#i cannot#deal#hes so tall and handsome and aaaaaaaaaaaa

there is definitely more coming and i'm so glad you enjoy it so far. don't need a kidney, just a chance to actually sit down and write. xx

if it's worth your time - one.

Javy “Coyote” Machado x Female!Reader

“He’s my best friend,” you sigh, the love you have for him evident in your voice. Anyone with eyes can see that you and Bob are closer than close, so that doesn’t really answer his question. Coyote wonders if you’ve ever spoken about anyone else with the same adoration, and the tiniest spike of jealousy hits him. You can tell he’s waiting for more than that. You need to start letting your walls down with people who don’t already know you. These people are going to be your family, they’re going to be the people you’re going to have to fight beside, and perhaps die beside. It’s only fair that they have a chance to get to know you in the same manner you get to know them.

Gosh, I didn't think it would take me this long to get this out. But I love this story, and even if it takes me forever to finish it, I will. The next chapter is already underway, but I hope you enjoy this. Big thanks to my love @notroosterbradshaw and @devvbabyy for beta-ing, I really appreciate it.

callsign: Mercy, it will be explained at some point in this story.

WC: 1.4k

series warnings: eventual smut, swearing, drinking, reader is a mom!, 18+ only. More warnings in each chapter.

chapter warnings: nothing really, maybe eating.

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High Control

He watches as your eyes close, and your head hits the back of the sofa you were sitting on. They’d been on early morning training for the last week, and it was catching up with you. Your daughter was still adjusting to a new house, a new daycare, and a new routine. It was a lot for her, as she reminded you with her constant tantrums when it came time for bed. It was hard, you had told her that over and over as you soothed her, rocking her back and forth while you rubbed circles on her back, trying to get her to sleep. You kind of wished you had someone who would do the same for you. All it would have taken would be a phone call to Bob, but he was on the same training you were, the same early mornings. There was no point in making his life more difficult for a little moment of comfort for yourself.

With the few moments of peace you get in the break room, you aim to get yourself in a little nanny nap before it’s your turn in the air. You pray that you’re one of the last in the air, knowing that you’ll have to stay back for those dreaded push-ups if you fail in your goal. You find it utterly ridiculous and completely on brand that these pilots would come up with a bet on their first day back, and it continues two years later.

Javy wonders what’s going through your head while you relax, but he pours you a cup of coffee, strong and black. He holds it out, gently wafting the smell of it to coax you from your stupor. Your eyes don’t open as the smell hits you and you can practically taste the coffee at the back of your throat.

“You better not be teasing me with that, because I will knock it out of your hands before you can move,” you threaten, eyes still shut.

“Nah, I got it for you,” Javy says, and you squint up at him. He’s looking at you with a genuine smile on his face, holding out the mug. You raise an eyebrow at him, considering him carefully.

“This doesn’t get you anything,” you say, taking the coffee anyway, “but thank you.”

There’s a small smile that pulls at the corner of your lips, and he grins back at you, like maybe he’s still achieved something.

The coffee continues over the next week, strong and black, exactly the way you like it. You wonder how he knew how you like your coffee, but you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when your daughter is late to bed and early to rise, still unsure of herself in this new town. She doesn’t have her grandparents visiting her every day anymore, instead, there’s nightly zoom calls to them that result in you letting her stay up past her bedtime. You feel guilty that you’ve taken her away from everything and everyone she’s known for the last two years.

The following Monday, Coyote hands you a mug, a second for himself in his hands and takes a seat next to you.

“I’m curious about something, Mercy…” he begins, and you cringe wondering what’s about to come out of his mouth next. “What’s the deal with you and Bob?”

You breathe an internal sigh of relief. You love your daughter, you really do, but you don’t like fielding the questions that come when people inevitably find out about her. You don’t like talking about her father, you don’t like acknowledging that you’ve done the last two and a half years on your own. You don’t like the praise that sometimes follows because you don’t think you deserve it. Your parents do. Instead, you settle in with new people, let them get to know you before hitting them with the fact you have a daughter.

You know you should tell Coyote, if he’s serious about pursuing you, but you also expect him to get bored pretty quickly. That’s your justification, anyway.

And Jake trusts him, enough to call him his own best friend, so that tells you almost all that you need to know.

“He was there for me when I was at my lowest and so close to a dismissal, it wasn’t funny. He helped build me back up to this,” you say, gesturing down your body laid out in a relaxed manner on the sofa, ankles crossed on the floor. Coyote takes that as the permission you think you meant it to be, his eyes raking down your body and up again. He doesn’t even blink when you smirk at him, when his eyes finally catch your own.

“Any chance I can hear more about that?” he asks slowly before taking a sip of his coffee.

“That is not a story for a morning when we have to fly. Another time,” you promise, and you mean it too.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, fixing you with a look that says he will ask you again.

You close your eyes again, holding the mug under your nose, effectively ending the conversation.

You walk into the ready room on Friday morning, weirdly refreshed from your daughter sleeping the night before, and not waking you up before the sun even breached the skyline. For two weeks now, Coyote has your coffee ready for you, and yeah, that first number has been sitting at the tip of your tongue for a few days now. But you stand by what you said that first day, coffee is not worthy of a number. You’re more impressed by the fact that it’s been two weeks and as far as you know Coyote hasn’t asked any of your teammates for your number, disregarding your own rules.

You see the two mugs on the bench and smile, but then you watch as Coyote reaches for the basket of muffins, pulling out the last chocolate one. You don’t realize that the choked off groan you hear is your own, nor that other people can hear you. But he turns around to look at you, muffin still in hand. It’s when you notice that everyone else in the room has turned to look at you that your face grows warm, and you look at the ground instead of Coyote.

You slink your way over the couch that still doesn’t have the impression of your butt yet, despite sitting in it every morning, waiting for the day to begin. You’re not surprised when Coyote puts down a mug on the little side table next to you, nor when he walks around the back of the sofa to sit next to you. You’re about to ask him for just a bite, one teeny tiny chocolate chip of the muffin when you catch a glimpse of it in your periphery. Next to your coffee.

You turn to look at him, the question written across your face.

“It sounded like you really wanted that muffin,” he says, voice still gruff with sleep. You smile softly, and pick it up, breaking it and offering half to him.

“Five,” you say with no explanation before taking a bite, letting the sugar and coffee wake you the rest of the way up.

He looks at you confused for a moment, but takes your offering, nonetheless. Then he realizes what you’ve just said, and his face breaks out into a grin that makes you want to spill the rest of your number.

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 10 months ago

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The Danger Zone (Part 21) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.3k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Breast Feeding; Life with a Newborn; Hospitals; Post-Labor; References to Mental Health Issues; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You and Jake enjoy your first few days with your daughter.

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Jake walked out of the maternity ward, causing your extended family to quickly get to their feet. He let out an incredulous laugh as everyone moved to gather around him, still not fully believing that he was officially a father now. There were a handful of questions thrown at him, but Jake was still lost in his own world.

He was a dad. He had a little girl waiting for him.

“How are they?” Penny asked, her hand on his shoulder bringing him out of his stupor.

“They’re both healthy. She did great and there weren’t any complications. Baby Girl came out kicking and screaming. She’s six pounds, three ounces. And she's sixteen inches long.”

“And her name?” Maverick asked softly.

“She wanted to tell everyone all together,” Jake replied with a wide smile. And it was going to be near impossible to remove the smile from his face. That awestruck, completely in love smile was practically permanent at this point. “So, she told me to come and bring you all back.”

The group left the waiting room, starting the short trip down the hall to visit you and your baby. Coyote quickly pulled Jake into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of his best friend. Releasing him, Coyote smacked Jake supportively on the back.

“I knew you’d make back it in time,” Coyote replied with a grin.

You were cuddling with your daughter on the hospital bed when there was a light knock on the door. You looked up and smiled softly when you saw your family. And even though you were clearly exhausted, you were absolutely radiating joy. And with the beautiful baby girl in your arms, it wasn’t hard to figure out why.

“Hi, everyone.”

“How are you feeling?” Penny asked, moving to sit beside your bed.

“Tired. But she’s finally here.”

You smiled contentedly as you rested your head on top of your daughter’s, still soaking it all in. Sitting up more, you shifted your hold on your daughter, gently rolling towards your family so that they could all see her. You shared a smile with Jake before staring down at your daughter.

“Everyone, meet Sara Seresin.”

“Sarah . . . Seresin?” Maverick repeated slowly, seemingly wincing as he did so.

“After Sarah Kazansky?” Emma asked kindly.

“No, there’s no ‘h.’”

“Well, that makes a huge difference,” Coyote replied, bobbing his head up and down as he shared a side-eye look with his wife.

“Sara Seresin,” Phoenix stated, staring at you like you had grown two heads in the process.

“That’s . . . a beautiful name,” Penny assured you, pinching Maverick in the side.

Jake snapped a picture of everyone’s reaction before turning back to you and your daughter. You tried to fight the laugh at your simple prank, but soon enough, a giggle escaped your lips. Ignoring everyone’s incredulous stares, you adjusted your daughter’s hat.

“We didn’t name her that,” Jake told everyone, earning a series of sighs of relief.

“Oh thank god,” Maverick stated, holding a hand to his heart. Patting your brother on the back, he added, “No offense, Bradley.”

Your brother shot Maverick a look as Jake leaned down to pick up your daughter. Jake carefully took your daughter into his arms, holding her gently against his chest as he turned to the crowd. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths as Jake slowly moved his gaze from his daughter’s face to them.

“We named her Maisie.”

"Maisie Caroline," you added softly.

“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Penny cooed, squeezing you into her side.

“Much better than Sara Seresin,” Coyote stated under his breath, earning a side-eye look from Bradley. “What?”

“Who wants to hold her?” Jake asked, looking around the room.

Maverick urged Bradley forward and stepped to the side, eyes already brimming with happy tears. Bradley held out his arms and Jake carefully placed your daughter into them. Bradley gently cradled your daughter against his chest, staring down at her with wide eyes as he felt her wiggle.

“I was expecting her to be bigger,” Bradley admitted quietly, turning back to you.

“I’m glad that she wasn’t,” you replied, earning a round of quiet laughs.

“She’s so beautiful,” Emma praised, looking over Bradley’s arm at your daughter.

You and Jake shared a look before you smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently nudge your husband forward. Jake turned back to your brother as Bradley adjusted your daughter’s blanket. He stared down at your daughter as he came to stand beside Bradley.

“Meet your goddaughter,” Jake stated quietly, causing Bradley to turn to him with shock.

“You’re serious?”

“If you don’t want to be—”

“—Thank you,” Bradley interjected instead before Jake could retract his statement. Glancing down at his niece, who was peacefully snuggling into her blanket, Bradley turned back to Jake. “Really, thank you. I know that I wasn’t very supportive of your relationship in the beginning.”

“That might be an understatement,” Jake deadpanned.

“And we didn’t get along for a long time.”

“Since we met.”

“And I stand by it.”

“As do I,” Jake agreed, ignoring the fact that you were rolling your eyes at them.

“But Emma and I are here for you guys if you need anything. Babysitting. Deployments. Anything. Really. You’re a part of our family now. Forever, actually, because of Maisie.”

Jake nodded in appreciation before Bradley turned to give your daughter to Maverick. Although Jake trusted both men with his life—and already had—he couldn’t help but hover during the transfer. His hands were practically itching to cradle your daughter as Maverick carefully took her into his arms.

“He’s already not letting her out of his sight,” Penny whispered to you, amused.

“Not if he can help it,” you agreed with a smile. “She’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

Maverick cradled Maisie against his chest, holding her protectively. Bradley walked over to give you a hug as Maverick took in the fact that he was holding Goose and Carole’s first grandchild. Goose was a grandpa. Carole was a grandma. To the most beautiful little girl that Maverick had seen since you were born.

“She’s so beautiful,” Maverick croaked out, sniffling as he tried to not let his tears drop down onto your daughter. Turning to you, he added, “Your parents are so proud of you, sweetheart. And they’re here.”

“I know, Mav,” you returned, trying and failing at not crying at his words. Bradley hugged you tighter as you dried your tears.

Turning to Jake, Maverick offered your daughter. Jake quickly accepted your daughter back into his arms and immediately smiled wider as he held his daughter once again. Jake greeted your daughter softly, as if he had been parted from her for too long. Maverick nodded to himself, very proud and thankful that Jake was ecstatic to be a dad to your daughter.

That little girl was going to be loved, that much was certain.

“Congratulations,” Maverick told Jake, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” Jake returned softly.

Maverick walked over to check on you and Jake walked over to where Javy and Nat were standing, waiting patiently for their turn. Javy squeezed Jake’s shoulder supportively, staring down at Maisie with a wide smile.

“She’s beautiful, Jake,” Javy replied, giving his wingman a side hug.

“She gets it from her mom.” Jake shifted his hold on your daughter as he turned back to Javy. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Of course, I want to hold her.”

Jake maneuvered your daughter safely into her Uncle Javy’s arms. Javy had plenty of nieces and nephews, so he wasn’t a stranger to the move. Javy smiled down at Maisie and cooed softly, watching her nose wrinkle as she wiggled in her pink blanket. She stuck her tongue out, causing Javy to laugh.

“Yeah, she’s your daughter alright.”

Phoenix walked over to your hospital bed with a paper take out bag. Holding it out to you, she offered a supportive smile as you shot her a questioning look.

“Your post-baby meal. As promised.”

“You’re amazing,” you breathed out, happily taking the bag from her.

“And whenever you stop breastfeeding, I’ll drop off some wine. You’re going to need it raising Hangman’s kid.”

Everyone stayed for a little bit longer, but no one wanted to intrude on your and Jake’s time with your daughter. You fell asleep not long after Penny and Mav left, leaving Jake and Maisie alone in the hospital room for the first time.

Jake laid down on the couch and rested your daughter against his bare chest again, taking the nurse’s advice on skin-to-skin contact. Maisie’s little head had a surprising amount of hair and Jake slowly ran his finger through it to keep her soothed. Smiling down at his daughter, Jake looked over to see you still peacefully sleeping.

“You scared your mom earlier today, coming early like that. And me too. I thought that I had time to surprise your mom. I was going to get her some nice flowers, set up your nursery, and the rest of the house. But nothing went according to plan with our entire relationship, so I should have expected that you would pull something like this.”

Your daughter wiggled around against Jake’s chest, curling into his body warmth as he continued to brush her hair and back softly.

“And you’re the best welcome home present that I’ve ever received, sweetheart,” Jake added, unable to stop smiling. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before leaning back again. “I’m always going to be here for you, okay? Don’t you ever forget that. I love you. I love your mom. And I’ll do anything to protect the both of you, alright? From anything.”

Jake laid there with your daughter, content to simply watch her, until she started to get fussy. Wiggling and feeling around, Maisie started to try to feed on him. Jake gently rolled to sit up and held Maisie in his arms. Trying to placate her, Jake hoped that you’d be able to sleep for a little longer.

But then Maisie started to cry even louder, and Jake could hear you shift on your bed.

“Jake,” you called, cracking open your eyes.

“I think she’s hungry,” Jake stated, getting up and walking to you.

Nodding tiredly, you sat up and pulled your hospital gown down. Jake handed over your daughter and you tried to get her settled. After some time, Maisie latched and started to feed, allowing you to lean back and close your eyes, still half-asleep.

Jake kept a supportive arm under yours, knowing that you were exhausted. Staring down at Maisie as she suckled, Jake pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You hummed, but Jake could tell that you were tired. Actually, tired was an understatement.

When Maisie finally had her fill, Jake took her into his arms again. Holding your daughter with one arm, Jake readjusted your hospital gown and pulled the blanket up further.

“Go back to sleep. I’ve got her,” Jake told you softly, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled back tiredly.

~~~~~

Your time in the hospital flew by and before you knew it, you were being released. Jake helped you into the back of your car, where your daughter was already safely strapped in. You were still exhausted, but glad to go home to your own bed. You wanted to finally settle into your home with your husband and your daughter.

Jake gently closed the door to the driver’s seat, not wanting to startle your daughter, and looked back at the two of you over his shoulder. He glanced up at the little mirror attached to the head rest that you had been gifted at your baby shower, which allowed him to look down at your sleeping daughter.

“How’re you doing?” he asked you, causing you to smile softly.

“I’m ready to go home."

“Me too,” Jake agreed, returning your smile.

Starting the car, Jake backed up out of the parking spot and began to drive home. You kept a close eye on your daughter, but Maisie was content and slept through the short ride. Well, it would have been short, but Jake insisted on taking the backroads, driving the speed limit, and yielding to just about everyone or everything. But the three of you eventually made your way home.

“Welcome home, Maisie. Welcome home, Jake,” you stated with a small grin.

Jake got out of the car first and walked around to grab your daughter's car seat. And then the three of you walked into the house together as a family for the first time ever.

Jake quietly noted the boxes that were still piled up around the place but didn't comment about it. Breaking away from Jake’s side, you slowly made your way over to the kitchen and picked up the note that someone left for you.

Your fridge and freezer are full of meals for the two of you. Enjoy this time with your daughter and don’t worry about cooking. Just focus on your family. And you know that you can always call me if you need help. With Love, Sarah.

“I should call her,” you stated, showing Jake the note. He picked it up and noted the writing on the back.

“And don’t worry about calling me, I know you’re thankful,” Jake read aloud, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“I wonder when my mom-senses are actually going to kick in,” you mused, looking down at your daughter.

“They’re already there,” Jake insisted, setting your daughter’s car seat on the ground gently. “Now, what did you want to do while she’s still sleeping?”

“We should probably put her crib together.”

Jake found the box among the stack and pulled it out. You sat on the couch, keeping an eye on your sleeping daughter. Jake opened up the box and handed you the instructions before he started to lay out all of the different pieces.

“Did you want me to read them to you?” you asked, flipping through the instructions.

“I can figure it out,” Jake insisted, causing you to look up and raise an eyebrow at your husband.

“You’re just going to figure it out?” you repeated slowly.

“How hard can a crib be to put together?”

Twenty minutes later, you were sorting through all of the baby clothes that you had been gifted to pull out the size that fit your daughter as Jake quietly muttered to himself. Knowing that he would stubbornly refuse to admit that he was struggling without the directions, you decided to try and shift his focus.

“Now that I think about it, did you want to set up the bassinet first?” you suggested.

“Which box is that?” he agreed, standing up.

“The one sticking out on the right side,” you stated, trying not to laugh at your husband.

Jake, however, could hear the smile in your voice and turned back to you. Walking over to you, he leaned down so that you were eye level.

“I will figure out the crib,” he insisted softly.

“I know you will,” you assured him, running your hand down his cheek. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you added, “You’ll look at the directions while I’m asleep, won't you?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jake pecked your lips again before straightening up and moving to grab the box with the bassinet in it. You smiled to yourself before looking down at your daughter. You leaned down a little bit, placing your finger in her curled fist.

“Your dad is really stubborn. Please tell me that you didn’t get that trait from him.”

“I can hear you.”

“Shh, this is a private conversation,” you teased, causing Jake to smile and shake his head.

~~~~~

Jake set Maisie down in her crib, which he built while you took a nap. If he used the directions or not, he would never admit it aloud. Not unless you gave him a pout, anyways. You walked into your bedroom, having put away some milk for Jake to grab in the night for Maisie, and smiled tiredly when you saw Jake hovering over your daughter.

“How is she?”

“She’s asleep.” Turning to you, Jake walked over and grabbed your hands. “Now, it’s time to take care of you.”

You and Jake stepped into the adjacent bathroom. After you anxiously rambled to Jake about leaving Maisie alone, he very gently pulled her crib over to be next to the door—but not blocking it to avoid steam and just in case there was an emergency—and placed a baby monitor receiver on the towel rack beside the shower, just in case you couldn’t hear her.

Jake gently undressed you before undressing himself. Testing the temperature of the water, Jake stepped in first before offering you a hand. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped as the hot water hit your sore body. Leaning against your husband, you curled your head into his chest.

Being very gentle with you, Jake lathered your hair with shampoo before washing it out for you. Rubbing his hands together with body soap, Jake carefully washed your skin, knowing that the residual hospital smell was bothering you.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured, running your hand through his hair.

After applying conditioner to your hair, Jake held you in his arms as you leaned against his chest. He rubbed your back as the water rained down on the two of you. Pressing a kiss to your head, Jake rested his head against your own.

He didn’t want to bring it up with you yet, not until he could assess the situation himself. But he was worried about you.

When he would check in with Coyote and Phoenix while he was deployed, they mentioned that you weren’t like yourself in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. And Penny confirmed that for him, when he had a moment to talk to her privately at the hospital.

And he hoped that it was just part of your pregnancy and was now nothing to worry about, but he wasn’t just going to dismiss it.

You were his wife. You just had your baby girl two days ago after finishing up your third trimester without him. You moved into this house without him. You had your baby shower without him. You did a thousand things without him because you were forced to just deal with what life threw at you.

And he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you or Maisie. The past nine months, you had been doing the heavy lifting. And now it was his turn to do that.

Turning off the water, Jake stepped out to grab a towel. He dried you off and after helping you into some pajamas and pulling on some shorts, Jake led you back to your bed. He helped dry your hair as you applied some moisturizer.

“How do you feel now?” Jake asked, causing you to smile up at him.

“Better, thank you.”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips that Jake was happy to return. Jake put the TV on and the two of you cuddled in bed as you quickly started to fall asleep. Jake held you into his side, rubbing his thumb on your hip.

“I love you,” he told you softly, causing you to hum.

“I love you too, Jake.”

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 6 months ago

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All We Need - Part 8 - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

A/N: Here is Part 8! I am hoping to have one last part to be put up soon! As always feedback is welcome and request are always welcome!

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, spoilers for the mission in the movie, naval inaccuracies.

Mav’s POV

I watched as Iceman left the control room, I can only imagine to go and find Hangman. I however a, frozen thinking of Rooster and Athena, having to explain it to our families that they weren’t coming home. I wasn’t sure how long I was sat there but I could feel Hondos gaze on me every now. He announced that the other to plans had landed I stood up and walked to the flight deck. Looking around I saw Ice and Jake still sitting near the landing gear of his plane and Coyote was still sitting in the cockpit of his plane, Fanboy, Payback, Bob and Phoenix pop their canopies open, unlike the other Phoenix doesn’t wait before sliding out of her plane as soon as she hits the tarmac I watch as she drops to her knees, I go to move to her but am beaten by Hangman jumping up running to her taking her into his arms as both of them let out sobs. I cannot hear when Phoenix is saying but I can hear Hangman trying his best to comfort her. I see behind them Fanboy, Payback, Bob and Coyote all with tears from their eyes as Payback explains to the others what transpired out in the field. Iceman comes up next to me putting a hand on my shoulder.

“How are you holding up Mav?”

“What are we going to do Ice? We lost both of them.” Ice just sniffles in response, “How are we going to tell Zeus, Sarah, Y/M/N, Penny that their kids aren’t going to come home?”

“I don’t know Mav, I really don’t, she was the closest thing I had to a daughter and now she is gone.” I turn and hug Ice as we hear boots hitting the tarmac heavily. We spin to see Hondo looking out of breath and a wide smile confusing all of us and catching the attention of the dagger squad behind us.

“It is Rooster…..He is supersonic….In a F14.” Hondo stutters.

“Rooster can’t fly an F14 Sir.” Pheonix says from behind before Ice speaks.

“No but Athena can, I taught her.”

There is a look of shock on everyones face before Bob speaks, “So what can we do, we have to be able to go out and help them?”

“They don’t know anything other than he is supersonic, in the F14 headed back to the carrier, so for now we stand fast and wait for further details.” Hondo response.

“So we do nothing, that’s your answer!” Bob yells shocking everyone as he throws his helmet, Fanboy and Coyote putting a hand on his shoulder, Bob had just said what everyone else was thinking just no-one expected Bob to be the one to say it. Ice mutters that he is going make to the control room to know what is happening before he stops as a radio transmissions all of a sudden being heard through the radio in the plane we were next to.

“Comanche this is Dagger Two do you copy?” We hear Roosters voice.

“Go a head Dagger 2.”

“Athena and I are airborne heading northeast, we have had company.”

“Dagger two, repeat?”

“Two contacts were following us, no we are heading back to the ship, our plane is damaged, very damaged. I am going to keep an open line of communication ” I smile at the use of the word ‘were’ knowing they won a dog fight against to better planes.

“Roger Dagger Two.”

“WHERE IS IT ROOSTER, TALK TO ME!” There is a collective sigh of release hearing Athena’s voice but we all note the panic in it as well.

“I can’t see him Athena, he is a ghost.”

“No he isn’t…..he is on our nose.”

Without hesitation Jake grabs his helmet from the deck and runs to his jet, pushing through some of the deck crew trying to stop him, saying he is not cleared for take off, before Ice or myself can give the order to let him go we hear Cyclone yell from behind.

“Hangman, bring them home!” Indirectly giving the all clear order, with a quick salute Jake’s plane launches off the carrier as he turns to head in the direction of the coordinated Rooster is yelling through the comms.

We all turn back to the radio as we listen to Rooster and Athena fighting for their lives.

“We are all out of flares Athena!”

“Rooster when we are high enough grab those handles and pull as hard as you can. Make sure the canopy is clear and eject”

“Athena I can’t leave you.”

“Yes you can and you will that is a direct order! You need to eject!” There was silence before we hear Athena yell again, “Rooster EJECT!!”

“The handle is broken I can’t eject Athena.”

“I’m sorry Mav.” I feel my heart drop, with what was possibly her last sentence she was still apologising for not protecting Rooster for . Now we all sit there and pray Hangman gets to them in time.

Y/Ns POV

I wasn’t sure how we managed to pull off a dog fight with two superior enemy aircrafts, you let out a breath though when you hear Rooster confirm the second kill turning back onto course to the ship. I smile as I hear Rooster finally get ahold of the ship, silently hoping that the daggers, Ice and Mav are all listening so they know that we are alive hopefully deploying back up. After Rooster tells the ship that our plane has damage the radars start beeping like crazy.

“WHERE IS IT ROOSTER, TALK TO ME!” I scream panic lacing my voice as I start looking around Rooster doing the same thing.

“I can’t see him Athena,,,,he is a ghost.” My heart drops Rooster can’t see him on radar or in person means only one thing.

“No he isn’t…….he is on our nose.” I hesitate for a second evaluating our options we can’t out run him and we don’t have any ammunition left, there was only one option. Rooster had to eject. I pull the throttle up so we go straight over the top of the other jet, I could out run him just long enough to get altitude for Rooster to punch out. That’s when I heard the tone of a missile lock and I see the enemy aircraft made its way behind us, as I see the release of the missile I pull back flying over the top of the enemy as Rooster lets off the flares. Suddenly the plane is circling back towards us as I pull the throttle climbing higher in altitude when I hear Rooster behind me.

“We are all out of flares Athena!”

“Rooster when we are high enough grab those handles and pull as hard as you can. Make sure the canopy is clear and eject”

“Athena I can’t leave you.”

“Yes you can and you will that is a direct order! You need to eject!” There was silence as I watch the altitude gage, “Rooster EJECT!!”

“The handle is broken I can’t eject Athena.”

“I’m sorry Mav.” I feel my heart drop, I am hoping that they can still hear me as I silently pray and apologise to everyone in my head that we are about to leave behind. I know I picked Mav to say sorry to after all Rooster is basically his son and he would be the one to have to tell our family what happened. I closed my eyes think of Jake and Daisy, how he was going to explain this, if they were going to be okay, knowing it would be tough initially especially on Jake, Daisy was young enough to not know what was happening, hoping Jake would tell her stories about us as kids. I let out a breath “I love you Jake.” I whispered to no-one hoping maybe by any luck he would hear it as I hear the missile tone lock on our plane hearing Rooster mumble something I can’t quite make out, when we hear the explosion, my eyes shoot open as I notice our plane is not spinning out nor is it on fire instead seeing a cloud of smoke I let out a small laugh as an all too familiar voice through the radio.

“Good afternoon ladies and gents this is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray to their upright position and l prepare for landing.” Rooster and I both let out a laugh.

“You look good Hangman.” Rooster says in a laugh.

“I am good Rooster, I am very good. See you both back on the ship.” We turn tail heading back to the ship as we see Jake preparing to land, I radio through to control to let them know we are preparing to land with not landing gear or hook, as we see them raise the barricade, I fly over the top of the ship buzzing the bridge on the way over causing Rooster to laugh. As I line the plane up with the tarmac I feel a jolt.

“Please tell me we didn’t lose an engine Athena?”

“Okay, I won’t tell you that. Brace for impact Rooster this is gonna be a very rough landing.” I throttle back to slow the plane as we hit the tarmac we are jolted forward and we pop the canopy open. I take a deep breath with my eyes closed and relax in my seat before Rooster taps on me shoulder, a huge grin on his face as we look at the crowd surrounding us. We jump down off the wreckage, Rooster is quickly pulled into Mavs arms and Ice spends no time before wrapping my tightly in his arms.

“You scared the hell out of me Sweetie.”

“I love you too Ice.”

He breaks away from me giving me a final kiss on the forehead before Mav wraps me in his arms and Ice hugs Rooster. Mav looks at me in the eyes a silent thank you for keeping Rooster safe. I just nod and hug him again. He lets go as the team begins hugging us all of them tears running down there eyes, I notice that all of them hug a bit tighter than normal all of them whispering into the hugs how glad they are we are alive along with a few threat about not doing anything like that again. After they all break away joining in the celebration I notice the absence of the one person I was actively looking for. I suddenly spot him across the crowd an unreadable expression on his face. I am broken out of my staring contest with Bob tapping me on the shoulder pointing to Rooster and Phoenix kissing on the tarmac making me smile even more. Rooster breaks from the kiss looking at me shouting out.

“We had a deal Athena!” With that I turn seeing Jake still standing in the same spot eyes trained on me I take off in a sprint dodging people left and right, the moment I was close enough I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist tighter than ever before. I pull back looking him in the eyes. “I love you too Athena.” I look at him confused.

“You heard me?”

“I will always hear you.” With that he smashes his lips against mine as we hear louder cheering closer to us then before. Breaking apart we see the whole dagger squad standing there cheering but none smiling wider the Iceman. I turn and look back at Jake.

“You are not replaceable Y/N and you are all Daisy and I will ever need.”

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blue-aconite · 9 months ago

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fields of dandelions || prologue

Summary: Jake's life falls apart in less than an hour and he's left trying his best to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x OC

Authors Note: And we're back with a new series! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally found the motivation to finish off the prologue. I just think the world needs more single dad!Jake, don't y'all agree?

Thank you to my betas @a-reader-and-a-writer & @green-socks and for letting me ramble on about this!

Jake spent a good twenty minutes staring at his own house through the windscreen. He remembered when he and Sarah first bought it. A lot had happened since. And now it looked like it was all coming to an end.

Sarah was on the phone as he entered the kitchen, talking quietly as she flipped through a magazine. He shoved his hand into the pockets of his jeans, leaning against the doorframe and waiting for her to notice him. When she didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat.

“Sarah.”

She looked up, eyes widening as she saw him. “Jake. I didn’t realise you were going to be home yet.” She ended the call without saying goodbye and Jake noticed how she chose to put the phone with the screen down.

He gave her a tight smile before sitting down across from her. “Half day. They’re running drills with the kids so Mav sent us home.”

“That’s nice. Did you pick up the boys?”

Jake shook his head. “Javy picked them up. They’re trying out his new pool.” The boys had been on their case since they found out their uncle Coyote was installing a pool in his backyard.

She hummed but offered no other answer. An uncomfortable silence filled the space, neither of them speaking. Sarah shifted in her seat, eyes darting back and forth between him and her phone.

Jake felt his stomach turn but decided to jump the gun. “I think we need to talk.”

He had expected some sort of fight, some sort of protest, so when Sarah only sighed and twisted her face in what resembled a smile, it was like a punch to the gut.

“How did you find out?” she asked, completely unbothered as she inspected her nails. She didn’t bother denying it, even though Jake hadn’t asked about it directly. But it was enough to confirm what Jake already knew but hoped he was wrong about.

Jake dragged a hand through his hair, baffled at her lack of reaction. “How did I find out? Is that all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?” Sarah shook her head, manicured nails tapping the table. Jake dragged a hand down his face.

“I want you to say that you didn’t fuck him. That you didn’t invite him into our house while our boys were home. I mean, what the fuck?!”

If his words affected her, Sarah didn’t show it. She twisted her wedding band round and round, her silence telling him everything Jake needed to know.

“If you’ve been unhappy -”

“It’s not about that. It’s complicated, Jake.” Sarah sighed.

Jake scoffed, clearing his throat. “Uncomplicate it for me then. Tell me why I had to find out from our son that you’ve been inviting another man into my house. How many times, huh?”

“How many times what?” she countered, staring at him. Jake could barely recognise his own wife. She didn’t seem to care that their five-year-old had seen her with another man.

“You know what I’m asking, don’t play dumb. How many times did you bring him here?” Jake pushed away from the table, unable to sit still anymore. Sarah’s disinterest only served to make him more agitated.

As if his question finally affected her, Sarah looked up at him but her face showed nothing. “Just one time. And the kids were supposed to be asleep.”

“How long?” It hurt to ask but he needed to know. How long had she been cheating on him? He could piece it together, track back to when she started to become distant but he wanted her to admit it. As if it would feel better.

Sarah pressed her lips together, hands clasped on top of the table. “Couple of months. I don’t know.”

He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Of all the possible scenarios he had of the future when he asked Sarah to marry him after high school, this one had never crossed his mind. How had they ended up here?

“Why? Tell me why.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Shaking his head, Jake gripped the back of the chair he vacated earlier. “Stop saying that. Tell me the truth. If the last 18 years have meant anything to you, you’ll be honest with me,” he paused, drawing a shaky breath. “You owe me that much.”

“I don’t know what to say, Jake! It’s done, okay? I can’t pinpoint the exact fucking moment, alright? One moment everything was alright and then it wasn’t. And he was there for me. Stop questioning me, this isn’t an interrogation.” Sarah spat, anger seeping into her voice.

“No. You don’t get to be angry. You’re the one that fucked up. You do not get to tell me I don’t get to ask questions.” Jake spat back, his own anger surfacing. She had no right to play the victim.

Sarah rolled her eyes, a humourless laugh leaving her. “Alright, fine. Do you want the truth? I’m so fucking tired of this life. I’m tired of staying home all the fucking time whenever you get deployed, putting my own career on hold for you. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of you. For once, I want to do something for me, have something for myself.”

“And to achieve that you decided that cheating on me was the best course of action? Why haven’t you talked to me about this?” Jake demands all the anger and hurt clashing together.

Sarah shakes her head. “Like talking would do any good.”

He thought it would hurt more, to hear that his own wife was tired of him but all he could feel was a numbness spreading through his body.

The woman sitting in front of him wasn’t his wife, wasn’t the mother of his children. She sounded cold, detached, almost like Jake felt.

Jake scoffed. “Well, you could have said something, instead of fucking someone else. We could have tried couples therapy -”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference. And now it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” Sarah interrupted.

He stared at her, trying hard to remember the girl he once had fallen in love with. But she was nowhere to be found. Instead he saw someone he didn’t even recognised anymore. Sarah stared back, neither of them breaking eye contact. He knew it was the end. She knew it too.

“Are you leaving?”

Sarah lowered her gaze back to her hands. “Yes.”

“What about the boys?”

Sarah didn’t say anything. She stayed quiet, once again twisting her wedding band round and round. Jake sat down again, exhaustion seeping into his bones. “Sarah. What about the boys?”

“What about them?” She kept her eyes on her hands, refusing to meet his eye.

Jake threw his hands up in frustration. “What do we tell them?”

Sarah pulls the wedding band off along with the engagement ring he’d given her all those years ago. He could do nothing but watch as she ended twelve years of marriage right in front of his eyes. Eighteen years together, right down the drain.

She leaves them laying on the long abandoned magazine and Jake couldn’t make himself pick them up. He didn’t want to touch them. “We need to tell them.”

“They won’t understand,” Sarah argues.

“So we shouldn’t say anything? They’re old enough to understand that something is wrong. We need to sit down together and talk to them,” he reasons but Sarah seems disinterested in continuing their conversation.

“No. You can tell them whatever you want. I’m not doing this,” Sarah snaps, blindsiding him. What the fuck is she saying?

When he asks her as much, Sarah simply shrugs her shoulders, that cold, hard exterior back in place. “I’m leaving. You can tell them whatever you see fit. It’s honestly not my problem.”

Jake explodes. “You’re not even going to say goodbye? How am I supposed to go pick up our children and explain to them why their mother isn’t home? How is that fair? To me? To them?!” He wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her.

The chair scrapes on the floor as Sarah stands and Jake follows suit, anger coursing through his veins. “You can’t just leave.”

Sarah simply levels him with a glare, challenging him to make another move. After a tense minute Sarah folds, shoulders slumping. “Fine. Pick up the boys and we’ll talk.”

“I swear to God, if you’re not here when I get back -”

“I’ll be here,” Sarah promises, sitting back down and flipping the magazine open again. The rings clatter onto the table and down onto the floor but neither of them makes an effort to get them.

As he pulls out of the driveway, Jake prays that she’ll still be there when they get back. He doesn’t believe her but at this point, he doesn’t have a choice. He chooses to believe that she wouldn’t abandon their sons. She might be tired of him, their marriage, but Jake knows Sarah loves Josh and Levi. She wouldn’t just leave. She couldn’t.

After exchanging a few words with Javy and making sure the boys are safely strapped in their seats, Jake rushes back home. He drives slower than he’d like to but with the boys in the car, he’s not willing to risk it.

Dread fills him when he pulls into the driveway. The garage is open and Sarah’s convertible is gone. After bribing the boys with ice cream if they promise to stay in the car just a little while longer, Jake jogs up the porch, heart sinking in his chest.

The house is eerily quiet when he steps inside and he berates himself for trusting Sarah to stay true to her word. Because all that is left of the woman he’s loved for eighteen years, the mother of his children, is a note on the fridge.

“Tell the boys I love them.”

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thefallennightmare · 10 months ago

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I'd like to be tagged for The Coyote's Cry please...

(and Just Pretend...and Mercy if that's okay, if it's not than that's also okay. k love you bye)

You can be tagged in whatever you want! 🥹 but yes definitely I’ll tag you in all three!

#tina talks #just pretend noah sebastian #noah sebastian #tina and sarah talks #bad omens #the coyotes cry Noah Sebastian #mercy Noah Sebastian

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theinfamousdoctorf · 4 months ago

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I wasn't going to talk about this, [because it's sad] but I think it will come up anyway for the sake of transparency and my Ko-fi.

I have chickens. We've had them for several years. We don't eat them, they all have names. They just roam the property during the day and eat the lawn down and give us eggs. Two years ago we lost half our flock because someones bastard dog entered our yard and just... slaughtered them. Ran them down for fun and killed ten of our hens. Our roosters fought back because that's their job. Rooster spurs function like raptor claws and they will jump kick anything they don't like. One of our roosters barely survived the attack. He lost a tennis ball sized hunk of flesh from his rear and back and was recovering in the house for months. He's a fully black, part Cochin named Tipsy. Our calmest quietest boy.

The day before yesterday something attacked our flock again. The neighbors [who all have dogs] say they've been seeing coyotes. We had six roosters to protect the flock. Tipsy is the only one who survived. This time with lost feathers but no bites. Pictured is our original alpha Whisper. He died in the coop, likely protecting the others. We lost several girls; Cookie, Sarah, Dominique. I'm still trying to take stock. They killed Songbird, Robin, Yang and Red. The reminder is a dozen hens plus Tipsy. Lie is devastated. She cried all day and through her shift. So I did something impulsive that I really couldn't afford for her sake. I ordered some chicks. They're usually between $3-6 each when they're only a day old. I got six females. Nothing special or expensive. And they threw in a free one which will almost certainly be a rooster of some random breed. Just to give Tipsy a second in command. So in about three weeks I will likely have chick pictures to share and that will be the reason. I hate seeing my love so sad. And we've bowed out on getting chicks the last two springs because of money or time issues. Now I just need to clear out the storage space for the pen and set up the lights and junk again.

Also someone sent me a pair of trailcams and I don't know who it was. Thank you. ;_; So if I get any good ghost or animal photos you'll get to see those too. We're just recovering here.

#chickens #tw animal death

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abarbaricyalp · 3 months ago

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Hi!

A no pressure ask game to make the tags less depressing lol.

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Hey Jem! What a great idea! I'm working on four projects so different right now, it's almost laughable. But this is from my favorite one No pressure tagging you back! and @thatmexisaurusrex @firstelevens @funsized-loser @downwarddnaspiral @siancore

The Wilsons didn’t have animals, no matter how much Sam and Sarah begged for a horse, or at least a dog. Still, there was plenty of noise across the property each night, between the birds and the frogs and the crickets and the deer and coyotes that went loping by all the time. Sam had fallen asleep to the cacophony of animal sounds every night of his life. So he wasn’t sure why some rustling somewhere in the sideyard woke him up that night. Or why he got out of bed quietly, careful not to step on the creaky boards that would echo in his parents’ room down below, and crept over to the window to investigate.

The moon was full that night–which is where that part of his Titi’s story had come from, he was sure–so the sideyard was fully illuminated. There was the trampoline they’d gotten for Christmas two years ago and the hole to the center of the earth they were digging. All of the tonka trucks abandoned in it reflected the moonlight. The tattered patio umbrella, which was just staked into the grass, swayed gently in the wind.

And before all of that, a pumpkin with a body staggered around.

Sam gasped and tumbled away from the window, hitting every creaky board on the way back to his bed. He pulled his blanket over his head, but couldn’t quite bring himself to cover his eyes. His room was on the second floor, so he couldn’t see the yard from the far other side of the room, but what if something happened and his eyes were covered? That wouldn’t be good.

He strained to listen for any noise from the creature outside, and also his parents downstairs. He’d expected a shouted, “Go back to sleep!” but hadn’t gotten even that.

After a few seconds, he got out of bed again, dragging his quilt with him, and returned to the window. Outside, the pumpkin creature seemed to have found its footing and was looking around. It stopped to pick up one of the toy trucks–the one that had a real conveyor belt for moving buckets along–and Sam, without thinking, smacked his hand against the pane of his window to stop it.

The creature looked up at the window and Sam went sprawling away again.

This time, he recovered much faster. He didn’t believe in ghost stories. But he very badly wanted to be part of an adventure story. So he slunk downstairs. The process was arduously slow. He kept stopping to make sure his parents weren’t awake. And the clicking noise in the living room almost sent him upstairs again before he realized someone had just left the ceiling fan on. The front door was too noisy to open, but the backdoor would make him cross his parents’ bedroom. Their door was usually pulled to, but it would be just his luck that his daddy was up getting some water.

Sam hesitated at the bottom of the stairs before he made a dash for the backdoor. From there, it was smooth sailing. He kept to the side of the house until he could round the corner into the sideyard. The pumpkin creature was still staring at his window. It was a tall, thin thing with gangly proportions that were only a little more unsettling than most of Sam’s classmates.

Sam inched towards it. He was holding his breath. One arm was tense, ready to smack a hand over his eye, as if that would stop a monster from attacking him. The quilt was wrapped tightly around him still, picking up leaves and sticks and dirt.

October night breezes ruffled the leaves and Sam’s arm lifted with it. His fingers touched the dark blue material of the creature’s sleeve from an arm’s length away.

The creature turned to look at him with hollow, carved out eyes and that unmoving slanted mouth. And down the side of its head, those dark spots that Sam had intentionally chosen.

Sam yelped.

The creature yelped.

They both went sprawling onto their butts in the grass.

The creature scrambled back on its hands and heels.

Sam shot to his feet and immediately tripped over the quilt and fell again.

“Don’t!” the pumpkin said and threw its thin arms over its carved face.

Don’t? Sam wondered. Don’t what? He was supposed to be saying that. He hiked the blanket up properly before he got to his feet again and then bounced back several times to put some distance between them. Their feet had almost been touching.

“What are you?” Sam demanded, sounding braver than he felt. He clutched at his blanket tightly to keep his hands from shaking.

“I’m– I’m–” The creature got to its feet and then reached for its pumpkin head. “I’m not–” it started to say. Then it lifted the pumpkin up and put it on the ground by its feet.

Sam squawked again and covered his eyes with the blanket.

When he peeked out, there was a boy in front of him. Still tall and thin and gangly, still wearing a costume like an old picture, but a boy with dark hair, bright moonlit eyes, and a line of large freckles down the side of his face, right where the pumpkin’s spots had been.

“I’m not scary,” he said lamely. “You made me. You brought me to life.”

Sam uncovered his eyes. Oh, he was going to be in so much trouble. “You need to go away again! I didn’t think it was real!”

The boy’s mouth–slanted like Sam had carved it–screwed even more to the side in a frown. “I can’t go away. I’m awake until All Hallows Eve.”

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #i answer things #writing

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