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callsign-dexter · 5 months

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Tangled Hearts (18+)

Request: What would you think about another sequel of Learning to love again ? Maybe where they want to have their first night together and Bradley notices you being hesitant, even though you really wanna be close to him. So he makes it all about you and all gentle, showing you real love ? But if you don't want to continue this, then it's fine as well ❤️ btw, I really really love your blog !!!

Pairings: Dagger Squad x Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, mentions of past domestic abuse, shitty exs

Masterlist

First Installment: Fight For Freedom

Second Installment: Learning to Love Again

Third Installment: Tangled Hearts

A/N: Thank you to @talesofreading for sending in this amazing request and you and @imagine-all-the-fandoms better get your ice cubes ready.

After a year of dating, you and Bradley had decided that he would just move in with you. You both had brought this up to Jake and Javy and they were all for it, they even helped him move his stuff from his apartment to your house. Since you were now living together that meant that you two were riding into work together and leaving together. Bradley and you had been taking it slow in your relationship and you had thought it was holding him back and it was putting a damper on your mood. You’re the one that wanted to take it slow and he was ok with that but something was telling you that it wasn’t right. Bradley had noticed you being quieter than usual and this concerned him; he knew how you were when you were with Tony. As you both were getting into the Bronco, he brought this up. “Are you ok?” He asked, looking at you with concern before starting the vehicle. You wouldn’t look at him and this made him panic.

“Everything is fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” You asked him, finally looking at him.

“You just seem quieter than normal. Am I doing something wrong?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, absolutely not. You’re perfect. You’ve been so good to me. I think it’s me.” You said and he looked at you funnily. He started the Bronco and pulled out of the parking space and headed home.

“If there was something, would you tell me?” He asked and you nodded.

“Of course, I would.” You said and held the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. Every now and then he would bring it up to kiss as the rest of the car ride was filled with silence, a million thoughts running through your head. You both had arrived home after a long tiring day and were ready for supper and then bed. He parked the Bronco in the garage next to your black Jeep Wrangler and the both of you got out silently and walked into the house.

“I’m gonna start dinner. Why don’t you go ahead and change into something comfortable.” He said taking you into his arms and then kissing your head as you buried your face into his chest.

“Ok.” You said and leaned up and kissed him and then headed to the bedroom and got ready for a relaxing night. After a much-needed shower you changed into a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt of his and headed into the kitchen with damp hair. The first thing that you noticed was the wonderful fragrance of food and your stomach growled as you stood in the doorway watching the man you loved move effortlessly around the kitchen with his khaki shirt unbuttoned and shoes kicked off near the door. He looked up when he noticed that you were there watching. He made one more check of the food and walked over and then kissed you hard and you melted into him. Maybe you shouldn’t bring up the topic that had been bugging you but you needed to know. He pulled away and looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you didn’t know someone could have.

“Dinner is almost ready. I’m gonna go get cleaned up and changed and then we can finish dinner together.” He said and you nodded and he gave you one more kiss and then he was on his way to the bedroom. You heard the shower kick on for the second time today and you walked further into the kitchen. You saw an alfredo sauce cooking on the stove and decided to taste it with the spoon next to the pan and when you did it was like heaven. How did you get so lucky? You asked yourself. You had been so in your head that you didn’t notice Bradley coming back into the room and coming up behind you and hugging you while resting his head on your shoulder. “How does it taste?” He asked, kissing the shell of your ear and you leaned your head on back and kissed him.

“Perfect.” You said and he smiled.

“Good. All I have left to do is cook the pasta.” He said and spun you around “Wanna help?” He asked and you nodded and you both got to work on it and no time, supper was ready and being eaten at the table. After dinner was eaten and dishes put away you leaned up against the counter watching him in silence and that grabbed his attention. “Everything ok?” He asked, looking at you and you shook your head. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I feel like I’m holding you back.” You said looking down and he was stunned into silence.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked and you looked up at him and saw the hurt expression on his face and that surprised you.

“You could have anyone in the world but you’re with someone that was abused in the past. I feel like I’m making you go too slow.” You said and he shook his head.

“I love you and only you. I told you from the time I kissed you that we can take this as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable in this relationship and not feel rushed. I don’t want a relationship that is all about sex and moving too fast. I’m perfectly fine with taking things slow.” He said and then you started to cry and he walked over to you and took your face in his hands and wiped your tears away from your eyes as they fell. “I want to show you that I love you. Can I do that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m ready.” You said and kissed him and he smiled. He took a step back and one hand still connected to yours and led you to the bedroom where he gently guided you down onto the bed once you reached it. He gently got on top of you and kissed you while his hands were on your sides and yours grasping at the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. He kissed you all over your face and down your neck where he nibbled every now and then. His mustache was a nice added bonus on your over sensitive skin and the scratch felt nice.

Bradley lifted up looking you in the face. “May I?” He asked as you felt his hands on the hem of your, really his, shirt and you nodded your head.

“Yes.” You said and he smiled and gently lifted up and over your head and tossed it to the side of bed not caring where it landed. You had decided to go braless considering you didn’t like sleeping in a bra.

“You’re beautiful.” He said and started to kiss the valley between your breasts and to the hem of yours, again his, sweatpants and your underwear he looked up and you gave a nod and he eased them down your legs and threw them in the direction of the shirt. “Absolutely beautiful.” He said and you blushed.

“Hey, it's not fair that I’m naked and you’re not. Also, you deserve attention too.” You said leaning up on your elbows and he shook his head.

“This about you. If you want me to get naked you just have to tell me. Do you want me to get naked?” He asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes and smirked and nodded and he did just that. He looked like a god and it was just as you imagined him, you had seen him without a shirt before but seeing him now it just hit different. When he took his sweatpants and underwear off his cock was standing at attention and it made your mouth water but he didn’t give you time to think about it because he was back on you attacking your neck with kisses and had you falling back into the pillows and moaning. You could feel his hard cock on your thigh and every now and then it would throb.

Bradley made his way down your neck and to your breasts. He took the left one into his mouth and started to suck and gently nip at it and swirl it in his mouth this made you moan like no other. His other hand came up and fondled your other and then when he thought that your left one had enough attention, he did the same to your right one and fondled the left one. Your hands came up to his head and ran your hands threw his hands and tugged on it and that made him his and moan sending vibrations through your body. Once he was done there, he kissed his way down to where you needed him the most.

Bradley slid further down until he was face to face with your pussy and he smirked to find that you were already wet and he felt proud because he did that to you. “Still ok with this?” He asked and you nodded not being able to find the words. He took that as a go ahead and he pulled your thighs apart and kissed the inside of your thighs while nipping at them and that made you jump but moan at the same time. Your hands had moved to the sheets and were gripping them like your life depended on it. He licked a broad stripe up your folds and you let out a pornographic moan and threw your head back. He went to town eating you like you were his last meal.

“Bradley.” You moaned out as he sucked in your clit and gently bit it and that made you jump. His mustache felt good and helped you get close to cumming especially when it bumped against your sensitive clit. “I’m close.” You said and he continued his pace. The rubber band-like feeling was starting to build and you weren’t going to last too much longer. What did you in was when he dipped his tongue in your tight hole and tongue fucked you the feeling finally snapped and you were a moaning mess “I’m cumming.” You spoke. When you came down from your high Bradley was coming up and you saw your juices on his face and then he leaned up and kissed you letting you taste yourself.

“Such a good girl for me.” He said and that had you shuddering. “Are you still ok with this?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fill me up.” You said and he smirked and kissed you one more time as he stroked himself and then was slowly sliding into you. You weren’t a virgin, far from it but you also hadn’t had sex since Tony and even then, it was very so often. He then braced himself on his elbows caging you in.

“You’re so tight.” He said and as he fully bottomed out in you. He started to move and you moaned into this mouth when he leaned down to kiss you. Your hands went to his back and your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He continued to thrust into you as he swallowed your moans. He pulled away when air was needed.

“Faster!” You said and he obeyed and started to go faster. Your head went back into the pillows and legs wrapped around his waist. “Right there!” You spoke. Your nails drug down his back making him hiss.

“I’m close, Baby.” He said and moaned “I’m gonna marry you someday and then we’re gonna have kids and raise them and be the perfect family.” He said and you moaned at the thought of wanting that with him.

“Yes, Bradley! I want that with you! All of it!” You said and he moaned as his thrusts were getting sloppy until he finally stilled inside of you and painted your walls white. Both of you cumming at the same time. You unhooked your legs and he gently pulled out and fell to the side of you, his sperm slowly spilling out of you. You both got dressed as you both got cleaned up and headed into the living room to watch some TV but something was on your mind. “Do you really mean that?” You asked him turning to look at him and he nodded turning on his side looking at you.

“Of course. I want everything with you.” He said and that made you tear up. He wiped your tears away.

“I want it to.” You said and he smiled and got up and walked into the bedroom and to his nightstand and pulled out a box. “Bradley?” You asked as he came back out to the living and you sat up straighter as he got down onto the floor on one knee.

“This is not how I was planning on proposing but Y/N “Storm” Y/L/N. I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to have kids and grow old with you. You’re perfect in every way possible. You’re one hell of an aviator, best friend, girlfriend, and I know you’ll be one hell of a fiancé, wife, and mother. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my wife?” He asked and you started to cry and nod your head.

“Yes 1,000 times yes.” You said and he slid the ring on your finger and you brought your hands up at the same time as him and kissed him. He sat back down next to you as you looked at the ring.

“It was my mother’s. She gave it to me before she passed.” He spoke

“It’s beautiful. Your father had great taste just like you.” You said and he chuckled.

“He sure did.” Bradley said and kissed you and he pulled you into him and cuddled you as you both finished watching the movie that was playing. You weren’t really paying attention. You were thinking of the rest of your life with Bradley, the love of your life. Your hearts were tangled, it was forever and you were more than ok with that. Everything was perfect and you were so glad that your makeup smeared that day because if it hadn’t then you wouldn’t be here with the love of your life and would probably still be used as a personal punching bag for Tony. Bradley was going to protect you for the rest of your life and you were ready for that.

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liliesonpandora · 8 months

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Sins of the Parents: Chapter 1

Plot: Kiri is growing increasingly upset with Neytiri due to her treatment of Spider. Neytiri talks to Jake about the issue and he consoles her.

Warnings: familial conflict, Spider internal suffering😭

Neytiri sat alone in her family’s marui, chopping vegetables to add to the pot she had cooking on the fire. It was awfully quiet, except for the sizzling of the flame and the bubbling of the boiling stew. She longed for the chaotic sounds of her children, having not been away from them this long in weeks.

Jake had gone to assist Tonowari on an errand with the neighboring clans, and they took the kids with them for some extra hands. Jake wanted them to leave the village for a change of scenery… get them out of their heads for a little while.

Neytiri had stayed back to take care of her duties in the village. Thats what she told the kids. But really, she stayed back because she felt that she was not wanted there. Kiri was angry with her and tensions were high. She thought it would be best that she give her some space today.

She began to cook dinner while she waited for them to return. With everything that happened in the prior weeks, communal meals in the village were the last thing on everyone’s mind. It had been one month since the battle with the demon ship… one month since they laid Neteyam to rest. Her baby boy.

It wasn’t long before she heard the screeches of her family’s ikrans. She stood and went outside to greet them, her heart warming at the familiar sight. She was grateful to see that her children had not completely abandoned their forest culture, as they usually travelled by ilu now. When she scanned the scene before her, her body grew cold. One less ikran than before…

Jake dismounted his ikran and helped Tuk down next. Upon reaching the ground, her eyes locked on Neytiri and she ran into her mother’s arms. “Mama! I missed you.” Tuk cried.

Neytiri hugged her tight, warmth enveloping her once again as the scent of her youngest filled her nose.

“Tuk Tuk, my baby. I missed you too.” She said softly before releasing her to stand. “Did you have a good time today?”

“Yeah, dad let me help with a lot.”

“He did?” Neytiri glared over at Jake with a disapproving look. He shrugged, not sure how to respond.

“Hey, mom.” Lo’ak said as he walked over to his mother.

“My son…” she called to him while cupping his face and kissing his forehead.

“Mom,” he groaned. “We were only gone a few hours.”

“A few hours too many.”

One she released him, he took Tuk by the hand and they made their way up to the marui. She watched as they walked away, admiring how much Lo’ak had stepped up as an older brother. He has been so gentle with Tuk these days. It saddened her that he had to grow up so much faster. Once they were out of sight, she turned back to look at Kiri.

Kiri was helping Spider down from her ikran. He had been staying with the Sullys ever since the kids rescued him from the demon ship. Although Neytiri accepted the situation, she was not happy. She felt that he needed to return to his people at High Camp in the forest… but her family obviously disagreed.

She waited for Kiri to look in her direction and greet her, the way her other children had done. But Kiri avoided her mother’s gaze, unfortunately as expected. Neytiri looked to Spider next, to find that he was already looking her way. When they made eye contact, he quickly averted his gaze.

She decided to break the silence. “Ma ite… how was the journey?”

“It was fine, mom” she replied swiftly.

Neytiri was struck by her quick and cold response. She struggled to think of what to say in response, suddenly uneasy. “Alright, well you all were gone for so long… you must be hungry. Supper is almost ready, come on.”

“I’m not hungry,” Kiri said flatly before taking Spider’s hand and leading him towards their home. Spider glanced towards Neytiri one more time before turning away. He thought back to the first night he stayed with the Sully’s. Neytiri didn’t prepare him a dinner plate, and everyone had eaten separately because they were all preoccupied. No one noticed that he did not eat, and he was too ashamed to say anything... not wanting to be a burden. Kiri only found out after she inquired about his stomach grumbling at bedtime.

Neytiri claimed she had simply forgotten, but Kiri felt like her mother did it on purpose. Spider didn’t know what to think. He wanted to believe that Mrs. Sully would have fed him like any of her other kids. But he also knew that he wasn’t her kid… and she hated him. Still, it was easier to think the former. Neytiri hadn’t explicitly done anything wrong to Spider while he stayed with them… but she wasn’t exactly nice to him either. Kiri had been upset with her mom ever since.

Sometimes he felt like he really should go back to the forest. At least then he would be with Norm and Max, feeling like less of an outcast around the humans. But he wouldn’t see his friends… or Jake. Or his dad… his real dad. Quaritch was out there somewhere, and maybe he would come back for his son. Of course he didn’t want the Sully’s to get hurt. But just once, Spider wanted to feel wanted. To feel like he belonged to somebody. Sometimes he thought he was going to hell for saving his father. And sometimes he thought he was already living in a certain kind of hell, always suffering because of the kind of man his father was. But he wasn’t that man anymore, was he? At least, that’s what he said. But Spider wanted to believe him. He had called him “son,” saved him when Neytiri threatened him… that meant something.

Neytiri stood there frozen, watching them walk away and shocked at the way her daughter had spoken to her. Jake had seen the entire interaction while he took the saddles off the Ikran and packed up the remainder of his supplies. He knew how Kiri had been acting towards her, and he felt so incredibly sorry.

Once he was done, he walked up behind her and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly. She had almost forgotten that he was there. She turned to face him. Jake searched her eyes and he could see the pain behind them. “You okay?” He asked with concern.

“Mhm,” she replied.

“Don’t mind her, sweetheart. She just needs some time.”

“I have given her time, and space. I don’t understand what more she wants… does she hate me?”

“She could never hate you. You’re her mom, she loves you” Jake reassured her.

“But did you see the way she spoke to me? She’s never done this before.”

“She’s getting older, she has a very strong mind and her own opinions…”

Neytiri could sense that Jake was holding back. “Ma Jake, what are you not saying?”

“Nothing. Just… maybe show a little bit more compassion for Spider. You know that would make her happy.”

“Compassion?!”

“Please don’t be upset, baby.”

“I am not upset, I am having a hard time understanding.”

Jake took her hands in his, wanting to close the distance between them. He could feel the change in her emotion, which is why he did not want to say anything. He didn’t want to fight. But this was such a complicated subject, it was the elephant in the room. No one could ignore it.

Neytiri continued. “I apologized for holding my knife to the boy that day. I apologized for forgetting to make him food.”

“I know you did.”

“But I must do more? You cannot expect me to.”

“I know how hard it is for you to have him around. I know he reminds you of everything you lost.”

“Everything that was taken from me.”

Tears welled up in Neytiri’s eyes, so Jake pulled her close and held her tightly.

“I don’t expect you to be fully comfortable having him here. But Kiri knows you don’t accept him. She can feel it, and it’s pushing her away. You know she loves Spider like a brother.”

“I know… I just want my daughter back. I feel like I’m watching her slip away right in front of my eyes.”

Jake ran a hand over her hair. “I’ll talk to her, okay?”

She looked up at him. “You will?”

“Yes. Just give it some time, meet her halfway, and it will all be okay.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

The bags under her eyes were prominent. He tucked a few of her braids behind her ear. His gentle touch provided her with the comfort she always needed.

“Did you get any sleep while we were gone?” He asked.

Neytiri shook her head, her brows furrowed. “I dont sleep well these days anyway.”

Jake took a breath and hugged her to his chest again. “Yeah… me neither.”

Neytiri let out a deep sigh. “We do not sleep… but please tell me that you are hungry at least.”

“Ehh I don’t know, I’m still pretty stuffed from-”

“Jake!” She cut him off and yelled while pushing him playfully. A look of utter shock and betrayal coming over her face.

Jake threw his head back in laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m kidding! I’m actually starving.”

She smiled up at him. “Good. Come on, lets go.”

They walked hand in hand up to their home to meet their children.

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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Hey hey hey hey…. Ya know how we like found out that Jake just straight up drinks wine on stage while he’s acting all horny and basically fucking his guitar. Imagine… you’re like at home, and you’re cooking and drinking wine, and Jake is just really really handsy. Like, you’re cooking supper, he’s right behind you, with his arms around you and he’s kissing and nipping at your neck and jaw trying to get your attention. And you’re like “babe, I’m trying to cook so we can eat” and he’s like “I’d rather eat you” (or something along those lines, I’m no good at dialogue) and after supper is made and you eat, and drink more wine Jake just can’t take it, so he eats you out in the kitchen

Oh, to get wine drunk with Jake after dinner and let him fuck me into nothing. The idea of Jake getting all handsy and needy while he’s wine drunk is making my heart palpitate.

#sparrow’s asks #jake kiszka #jtk #h word hours at sparrow’s place

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nataliewoodwrites · 1 year

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"To Be Poppy" by Natalie Wood

A Texas afternoon in the middle of June sees a seasoned grandfather escorting his last grandson to his first bath. The newborn’s cart favors dragging to the right, so for the whole thirty-second walk he gently guides it left, forbidding it to kiss the wall. The babe should not know a bumpy ride. At least, not yet.

When the family of four joins the house on Hurley, there is a metal folding chair in the garage, cold as can be. It lives nestled between drawers full of tools, my toddler brother’s Little Tikes basketball hoop, and a countertop that serves as a home for an ash tray, some vodka, and a few liters of tonic water. For Poppy, this isn’t as inviting as the scene inside: his recliner, the evening news, and a hot supper cooking… but my parents don’t care for smoke, so what’s a few puffs outside?

As the bitter Winters settle in, a container of birdseed is brought out with hopes of providing sustenance for the local birds. Only, upon inspection, is there evidence of a common house mouse. Instead of disgust, or annoyance, Poppy chooses to greet such findings with a laugh and a sense of whimsy. “The Christmas Mouse is here again this year!” He cheers to me, his frightful, elementary-school-aged grandchild. The Christmas Mouse, he explains, is akin to Rudolph, but far less famous. Nonetheless, he is still a great piece of the Christmas magic for the family.

Eventually, the season of rebirth greets us with Poppy, the king of yard work, waking from his hibernation. And with the reclamation of his wicker hat crown, the land is dressed in colorful flowers, fresh mulch, and crisp mower lines. The phrase “it has to look nice; it has to be done right” is etched into each inch of the property, and is, from now on, an echo that escapes my father’s mouth.

Years later, as Summer lays its head for an autumnal slumber, a baby girl is set to be due. A sunny New York morning in late September sees a well-seasoned grandfather admiring the Hudson River as he waits to welcome his last grandchild into the world. The excitement, the anticipation, and the pride within his heart beam all around the room; there is no doubt that she is one of his greatest blessings.

The years behind are riddled with evidence of Poppy: sponsoring my softball teams; bringing family into his office for a front-row seat of the Pleasant Valley Weekend parade; taking care of my family’s beloved dog, Jake, when an evil landlord held a no pet policy; being in the audience of sports games, graduations, science fairs, birthdays, holidays, and school concerts and plays; and, above all else, welcoming his grandchildren upon his lap during tractor rides, visits, and any time a snuggle was needed…

The nature of Poppy's grandfatherhood was not inherently grandiose; it is the summation of these small moments that have led me to declare that the time shared with him was nothing less than priceless. For to be Poppy is to love quietly.

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i-desire-jake · 2 years

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First Meet (part 3)

Pairing: Jake and (Fem)Mc.

Genre: suspense, mystery, a bit of romance (maybe)

Warning: A bit of sensitive content.

First meet (parts 1 and 2)

A/N at the end.

It was 8 pm, and you were peacefully cooking your supper while humming a song.

It's been three days since the elevator incident. Three days since you have last talked to Jake. It was unusual. Jake would always text you but since the incident, he has neither seen any of your messages nor replied even once.

You were worried and spammed him with thousands of texts just to get a single reply to see if he was okay or not. If somehow his pursuers have got back on him or if he maybe regrets meeting you. All these thoughts were clouding your mind making you restless.

You huffed, taking your phone

(OTP)

***********

"Jake?"

"Jaaaaakkkekeeeeee"

"I swear to God if it's a prank, I won't spare you"

"JAKE!!"

"Asshole"

*************

You threw your phone on the couch and went to your room to take a shower.

30 min later You came out of the bathroom wearing a loose t-shirt with shorts. You then went to the kitchen to have your food.

You were just serving your food when you felt someone's presence behind you. Before you could turn around a big hand covered your mouth from behind and his other hand circled your waist trapping your arms between them. He lifted you effortlessly and started walking towards your bedroom.

You were wiggling to get out of his arms and constantly trying to hit him with your head and legs. But it was of no use, he tightened his grip even more making you yelp in pain.

"Mmmm" 'Hhh…..mmmm" You tried to scream but all in vain. At this point you were scared to death, a few tears fell from your eyes unknowingly.

He finally reached your room and threw you on the bed making you hiss. You immediately turned around to face him. He was wearing a hoodie with a mask covering his face just like Jake. But something was different about him. His aura, it was dark and dangerous, unlike Jake's soft one.

"W-who are you?" you finally managed to speak.

He just chuckled darkly and leaned his face closer to yours making you back off on the bed. He held both of your legs pulling you closer to him and held your wrists behind your back with his one hand. He leaned towards your ear and spoke in a dark voice "loving him was a losing game for you, m'lady. " He said then injected something into your neck making you groan and eventually unconscious.

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(11:15 pm)

You woke up, feeling a throbbing pain in your head. You tried moving your hands to your head to ease the pain a little but were resisted by something. After a few minutes of struggling you finally managed to open your eyes with a blurry vision. Looking around trying to remember what happened a few hours ago. Your vision slowly became normal and that's when you realised that you were on your bed with your legs, and hands tied behind your back and a thick duct tape was covering your mouth.

"Mmmmm" your voice muffled.

-"Ah, you're awake. You sleep a lot little girl"

You looked up to see the same man from before, sitting on a chair with three laptops on the desk. You recognise one of them as yours and a phone in his hands which definitely belonged to you.

"Mmmhh" you again tried to speak but it just came out as muffled cries. He stood up and walked towards the bed making you crawl back. He sat on the bed. This time, you can clearly see his features. Dark brown intimidating orbs with eye bags, pink chapped lips, sharp jawline and a scar near his left eye. His hood was down giving you the view of his soft ruffled hairs.

"What the heck!!" you yelled at yourself in your mind for admiring this man in front of you.

"Like what you see?" He said cocking one of his brows making him look more attractive than he already was. You just glared at him in response showing your annoyance. He chuckled and removed the tape from your mouth letting you speak.

"You bloody piece of shit. Who the hell are you and how dare you to keep me captive in my own house and what the hell are you doing with my laptop and my phone and wh--mmmm". "Shh. you speak too much woman." He said putting the tape back on your lips. "Mmmhhh" You glared at him cursing him in your mind.

He then backed off from your bed and went to the door saying "don't move from your place and stay like a good girl where you are. I'm coming in a few. okay?"

"Mmmmhhh" you tried speaking. He turned around, "what?". He stared at you for a few seconds then came back to you and removed the tape from your mouth. "Screaming for help won't work for you."

"I know" You know very well screaming for help at this late would only hurt your throat. Your house was big and this room in the middle wasn't helping. The society you lived in has houses very far from each other. So someone could not hear you unless they are at the main gate or inside of your house.

After he went out you wiggled your arms trying to untie the ropes but it was of no use. The rope was tied professionally that you could barely reach your fingers to them.

You squirmed and wiggled in your place trying to get off the bed. After a few seconds of trying you managed to fall off the bed landing on your back.

You twisted and pushed your body moving forward trying to reach the table, to your phone to seek some help. After a lot of struggles, you finally managed to make yourself seat on the chair. You looked forward and your widened seeing the screen of your laptop.

You could clearly see your laptop transferring your files to the other pc. "Oh God! what is he doing", you exclaimed. You then looked down and saw your phone connected to his other pc transferring data. You looked closely and saw your chat with Jake was open.

"I have to do something. This man is surely from the government, one of his pursuers." After thinking for a few seconds you placed your mouth on the cord and pluck it out disrupting the connection between your phone and the laptop. You looked at your laptop, it wasn't connected with a cord. "It's a wireless connection" you mumbled.

Seeing no other way to stop the file transfer, you put your head on the screen and pushed it back with a great force making it land straight on the floor with a loud thud. Its screen broke but you were sure that the laptop was still working. You somehow managed to walk towards it, then jumped over it trying to destroy it completely. It was really difficult to jump with your hands and legs tied but after a few jumps, you were sure now that your precious MacBook won't work anymore.

You now tried reaching to his laptops to destroy them too but before you could do something you heard heavy footsteps approaching the room. You turned your back to the table to get your phone, with your hands that were tied behind your back. You somehow managed to pick up the phone but before you could hide it the door burst open, revealing………….

A/N: Hello guys. I'm sorry for posting it after a whole ass month.

And I know, no one expected this story to go this way. Even I didn't know. XD

I was expecting to finish this fic in this part only but while typing the story, I suddenly decided to change the plot at the last moment. It will surely have two to three more parts. But don't worry I'm currently motivated now so, I may post the next part sooner.

Love y'all.

Thanks for reading. :)

#i-desire-jake #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #duskwood jake #i am jake #duskwood mc #jake and mc #duskwood family #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc

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infisonicosm · 1 year

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I hope you had a great Valentine’s Day!! I’m just thinking about how Jake would probably write a beautiful handwritten letter for Valentine’s and like, cooked supper. And Sam could’ve gotten Rosie a puppy Valentine.

AHHHHH we have the same brain Omg. That was the idea I got for Jake in my blurb! (Shameless plug but go read it if you haven’t🤭) I know Sam spoiled the hell out of Rosie! That’s his baby!

#tea time with shelly #greta van fleet #gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #sam kiszka

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abcnewspr · 8 months

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HIGHLIGHTS FOR ABC NEWS’ ‘GOOD MORNING AMERICA,’ SEPT. 11-16

The following report highlights the programming of ABC’s “Good Morning America” during the week of Sept. 11-16. “Good Morning America” is a two-hour, live program anchored by Robin Roberts, George Stephanopoulos and Michael Strahan, and Ginger Zee is the chief meteorologist. The morning news program airs MONDAY-FRIDAY (7:00-9:00 a.m. EDT) on ABC.

Highlights of the week include the following:

Monday, Sept. 11 — “The View” cast; actress, Broadway performer and author Idina Menzel and author Cara Mentzel (“Proud Mouse”); mental health professionals and authors Dr. Catherine McCarthy, Dr. Heather Tedesco and Jennifer Weaver (“Raising a Kid Who Can”); chef and cookbook author Joseph “JJ” Johnson (“The Simple Art of Rice”)

Tuesday, Sept. 12 — Former television personality and author Jill Duggar (“Counting the Cost”); chef and cookbook author Michael Symon (“Simply Symon Suppers”); ABC News chief national correspondent and author Matt Gutman (“No Time to Panic”); a performance by Tori Kelly

Wednesday, Sep. 13 — “Dancing with the Stars” cast members Julianne Hough, Derek Hough, Carrie Ann Inaba, Bruno Toniolo and Alfonso Ribeiro; “Dancing with the Stars” season 23 cast reveal

Thursday, Sept. 14 — Actress and author Millie Bobby Brown (“19 Steps”); chef Jake Cohen; Deals and Steals with ABC e-commerce editor Tory Johnson

Friday, Sept. 15— A chat and performance by Eslabon Armado; Deals and Steals with ABC e-commerce editor Tory Johnson

Saturday, Sept. 16 — Hispanic Heritage Month cooking special; Deals and Steals with ABC e-commerce editor Tory Johnson

ABC Media Relations Brooks Lancaster [email protected]

Daniela Urso [email protected]

-- ABC --

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juice-yippee · 1 year

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The goofy goobers from generic restaurant 😱😱😱😱 names Luke(green) and Thomas(blue)

(So uh lore it’s like dialtown and fnaf had a baby and that baby was really dumb and it did drugs) (The lore is unfinished and this may not be the final product)

Generic restaurant lore explained by an idiot Somewhere in Utah in star town in 1985 The founder (sally thingy) was “it would be funny if I made a restaurant called generic restaurant but make it the least generic thing” after using her engineering degree made generic restaurant with two super hot characters Dino and thingy 1 (named after her) she was like “crap I can’t mange a whole restaurant by myself 😨😨😨” so she went out a help wanted ad and 3 people actually got jobs co-Manger Arthur a cleaner joe and a security guard/ cook Jace (jake with a c) then one day Arthur said “AH FRIcK SALLY FOUND THE KINFE I gots to stab her” then sally got stabbed and Arthur got arrested . Then in 1987 then someone bought the old generic restaurant and a new manger Kevin with the new manger he employee more people like daivd the new day security guard and the closest with Kevin and Pam the new co-manger surely nothing could go bad... and Kevin made really intelligent AI all named thingy and a number to remember the founder and one powered with supper strong acids and pam with not only showing her son how to kill.killed like 7 kids. And guess what kevin got murder by Pam and his creations ofc 😒 the. it got shut down for “Heath violations “ then in 2007 David bought the company for 1$ and later hired others and a co-manger that 70% sure wouldn’t kill this manger and being the dumb@ss David is made new animatronics with the same ai kevin did 🙄🙄🙄 then everything row said afterwards

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allieisacrybaby · 1 year

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I will be honest this may or may not happen. If I can’t get it out by Saturday I’ll just post it whenever I have the time. Thank y’all for being so patient with me I feel so bad for being on a little break from making moodboards i’ve just been so slumped with studying for final exams and finalizing projects and papers for this semester that making moodboards has not been a priority. I hope y’all understand🫶🏻 Give me like 3 weeks and the creative juices will start flowing again and I’ll be back to creating!! LOVE LOVE LOVE YALL!!❤️❤️❤️

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #greta van moodboard #moodboard ideas #moodboards #greta van fleet moodboard

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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polaroid love

> cuddly, dating tropes and aesthetics with enhypen

genre: fluff

enhypen taglist: @from-xero @wooyoung-a @changminurheart @changmin-wrlds @nashionalpotatocorner [send in a dm/ask to be on the enhypen taglist! disc: taglist is not applicable to smuts]

> HEESEUNG night walks along the highway when there are no cars, hand intertwined with his but shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. his hood is pulled over his head, so his fringe is pressed down into his eyes. it doesn't hide the glimmer in them when he looks down at you though.

> JAY late night baking/cooking sessions for supper in the kitchen. you would've been whining about wanting to eat something but before you could get out of bed for a pack of cookies or chips, he sets up a pot of water to boil to cook instant noodles. flirty feeding back and forth, with him blowing out the noodles to make sure they aren't too hot for you.

> JAKE cuddling in bed with his hands holding the phone above your faces, watching old sitcoms like friends or brooklyn99. would probably drop his phone on your face when something funny happens, and you'd hear his cracky laughter as he buries his head into your neck to apologise.

> SUNGHOON self-care with your pretty boyfriend - watching him shut his eyes as you spread out the cream mask onto his cheeks with a hair band pushing his fringe up. would let you trim or shave his brows and apply some lipscrub for him, in which he would suddenly try to pull your head down by your neck to peck you and get some on your lips too.

> SUNOO scrapbooking or making little bracelet charms for each other while playing your favourite music in the back. sitting next to him at the table with your legs crossed under, he's probably quiet for longer than you expected because of how focussed he is. would be so proud of the final product and straps it around your wrist for you.

> JUNGWON shopping for succulents and then going to his place to play with maeumi. he'd let youp pick a succulent meant for him, but you can tell he doesn't really like it, so he gets what he actually likes instead and promises to take care of both of them. kind of forgets about it when he gets home to his dog though.

> NIKI playing tag in a field where you suggested having picnic. would smudge a dab of peanut butter or cream on your nose or cheek and you'd try to run after him in a bid to get revenge, but he's tall and fast, so you give up and sulk back on the picnic mat. he would come around eventually and pout while apologising though.

#enhypennetwork #ficscafe #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen one shots #enhypen drabbles

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callsign-dexter · 5 months

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My Daughter, My Heart Pt. 2

Summary: Jake and Javy are on their deployment and now Elizabeth is alone. Having not been able to stand being alone in Lemoore, CA she moves to San Diego, CA.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Ex-Girlfriend (OC: Elizabeth Taylor), Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, pregnancy, cursing

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My Daughter, My Heart

Prolog Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Javy and Elizabeth stayed on the couch for a few hours. Javy hadn't heard a word from Jake since he sent that text message and he was going to give him an ear full when he got home. Elizabeth cried her eyes out until she couldn't cry any more tears. "Are you sure you don't want me to tell Jake?" Javy asked Elizabeth as he came back to the couch with a cup of tea that he had gone to get her a few moments ago. She shrugged as she took it from his hands.

"I don't know. I mean I'm pissed that he did this to me but he also didn't know. What do you think I should do? Why did he leave?" She asked him. Javy sighed.

"You tell him when you're ready. I can't guarantee it'll stay a secret. We got deployment papers." He said and she nodded.

"If it comes out then it comes out. Just please don't say anything outright. When do you guys leave?" She asked and Javy nodded.

"He leave tomorrow and I leave the day afterwards. You got it, Liz." Javy said and hugged her.

"Thank you, Javy. Please don't leave me too." She said and he shook his head.

"Not going to happen. However, I do need to get going and start packing." Javy said and she nodded and she hated the thought of him leaving but he needed to go. She showed him out with a million thoughts running through her head.

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When Jake got into this truck after grabbing his stuff from his and Javy’s office he looked at his phone again. Uneasiness filled his stomach and he just wanted to flip back time and forget what he did. He really did love Elizabeth, hell they were high school sweethearts. He hates breaking her heart but it would be so much worse if he didn't come back from this mission. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and headed to his and Javy’s house. When he arrived Javy’s car was not there and he was thankful for that. Jake turned the engine off and headed inside he figured that he better go ahead and pack and maybe consider staying on base. "Fuck. I made a mistake." Jake said as he was packing for his deployment. He ran a hand down his face but continued to pack. He was almost done packing when he heard Javy’s car pull up and the engine cut off. He sighed and went downstairs as he walked into the door.

"You fucked up." Javy said pointing at him and Jake hung his head.

"I know. How bad?" He asked looking back up at him.

"Bad, Jake. Really bad." Javy said and Jake's heart clenched. He never wanted to cause her pain but yet that is what he did and he'll forever hate himself. "Let's just finish packing and get ready to go." Javy said and Jake nodded and they just that.

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Elizabeth didn't know how she could go on with the thought of knowing that she was pregnant with the baby of the man that she still loved. But she is a smart woman and she would figure it out and that is exactly what she told herself as she watched Javy drive off. She took a couple of deep breaths and got ready to cook some supper and head off to bed and start her normal routine without Jake beside her. She turned around and faced the kitchen and looked at it remembering all of the good times that her and Jake had like dancing in the kitchen with music playing in the background while supper is being cooked. The memory brought a smile to her face but it quickly fell when she remembered how she came in and found it bare of his items. She shook her head and started on dinner and thought about what she was going to do now.

Once dinner was ready she got her some food and headed to the couch where she sat and turned on the TV to something completely random. She wasn't really watching the show more like eating and thinking of how this all could have been avoided. Sure they have been through deployments together and of course she was scared that he wouldn't come back but that just made them stronger. So, why was this one so different? Was it because of the length of the deployment? She would never know but for now all she could do was move on and raise this their baby alone. Maybe a new start was a the right option. Before she knew it, it was time for bed and tomorrow would be a different day and maybe she would have somethings figured out. She would be talking to her boss about an transfer to somewhere else. "Why Jake? Why now?" She said into the room wishing he could give her an explanation but he couldn't and that just made her cry as she got ready for bed.

The next morning came quicker than she would have liked but she got up and started her routine. She was going to be making an appointment to see an OB/GYN on her lunch break. As she was in the kitchen making breakfast it hit her that Jake was leaving today and she deiced to give him a call even though she knew that he wouldn't answer. It didn't even ring just went straight to voicemail.

You've reached Jake Seresin. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Hey, Jake. It's me. I hope you have a good deployment and get back safely. I still love you. I just wanted you to know that. Goodbye, Jake.

She ended the voicemail with tears in her eyes and then she stared at her phone thinking about deleting his number or blocking it but decided it against it. She put her phone away and got her stuff and headed into work earlier than usual. She needed to talk to her boss first thing.

When she got into her car she opened the garage and started the engine. She backed out and closed the garage as she started to drive she stopped by the mailbox and grabbed the mail and continued her drive to the base. It was only a 10 minute drive to the base and when she got in there she got on with ease. She's going to hate this drive from now on and this base but is always going to love the school. She parked in an empty spot and killed the engine and got out and headed inside and straight to the main office, thankfully Mr. Saver was in and she knocked on the door and got a faint "Come in." She opened the door and smiled.

"Good morning, Mr. Saver." She said and he looked up and smiled.

"Ah! Miss. Taylor! What can I do for you?" He asked and got up as she sat down in a chair and him on the edge of his desk.

"I need to transfer." She said deciding to come out and say it and he frowned.

"Everything ok?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No. My long-term boyfriend and I broke up yesterday and I found out I was pregnant. I need to get away from this place. Everything reminds me of him." She said and he nodded.

"I'll see what I can do. There is a school in San Diego, CA on the Miramar Navy base looking for another teacher. I can get in touch with them and see about getting you transferred, if you want." He said and she nodded.

"Please. That would be great." She said feeling hopeful.

"It may take a month or two getting everything transferred." He said and again she nodded.

"I'm willing to wait." She said and nodded.

"We're going to miss you." He said and stood and so did she and hugged him. "If you need anything in the mean time or at all please don't hesitate to call, Melissa and I are willing to help and give tips on kids." He said they chuckled and pulled apart. It was true she had grown close to a lot of people and he was one.

"Thank you so much." She said "I won't hesitate to call or ask." She said and he smiled and held the door open for her and she went to her classroom to get the day started.

Lunch time rolled around and she had given up the hope that Jake was going to call her back, it broke her heart. She headed to her appointment that was on base, she was nervous about it but she needed to know for sure and what to do. As she walked in she walked up to the receptionist, who was very nice, and she gave her some papers to fill out as she waited. It was easy to fill them out and she got them done pretty fast. She took the papers up to the desk and gave them back. Then she went back to sit down.

She didn't have to wait long until she was called back. She was nervous and the nurse could sense that. She talked to Elizabeth like she was an old friend and she loved that and it made her nerves ease up. She left her in the room by herself and now she had to wait. 10 minutes rolled by and the doctor came in and smiled at Elizabeth. "Good morning, Miss. Taylor." She said and she smiled.

"Please call me Elizabeth. I get called Miss Taylor all day at school." She said and they both chuckled.

"Alright, Elizabeth. I'm Dr. Olivia. It says here that you think you might be pregnant." She said looking down at the papers and then back up.

"Yes, I took a test yesterday at lunch and it came up positive." She said and Dr. Olivia nodded.

"We'll take some blood samples and do a physical and talk about some medical history. I'll send Nurse Harper in to draw some labs." She said and Elizabeth nodded with a smile and she left not even a minute later Nurse Harper was coming in and introducing herself to Elizabeth and started to draw the labs. It was over before she knew it and that was thanks to Nurse Harper talking to her throughout the process.

"I'll send these off and we'll get them back shortly." She said and Elizabeth nodded and headed off. Everything was quick and done efficiently. 20 minutes later Dr. Olivia was walking back in with a smile.

"I first want to say congratulations, you're about a week pregnant." She said and Elizabeth smiled and tears formed for many different reasons but she always wanted to be a mom especially with Jake but now it was just without Jake. "We'll get along with your physical and then some medical history." She said and Elizabeth nodded and that went by super fast and everything came back good. She didn't have any medical problems with her or her family. When she asked about Jake's she answered with ease, especially since he didn't have any and neither did his family, even though it was painful to talk about him. She left the appointment satisfied and a smile on her face and went back to work.

The rest of the day went without a hitch and when she was packing up Mr. Saver walked in with a smile. "I have some great news." He said as she looked up and she smiled.

"Oh?" She asked

"Yes, you got the transfer. You're going to be transferring in two months." He said and she could've squealed but refrained from it.

"That's great news! Thank you so much!" She said and got up and hugged him and then they pulled apart and he walked out of the room and she finished up her work and headed home.

When she got home she started to pack the things in boxes that she wasn't going to use. She did this all with a smile on her face this was a good thing for her. After taking a break and eating something she sat on the couch and turned on the TV to finish out the night. She found herself rubbing her stomach. "It's just you and me. We'll get through this together." She said finding herself smiling.

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There wasn't much contact with Jake and Javy on their deployment at least there wasn't going to be for at least 2 months. Javy was still absolutely furious with Jake. Jake still felt guilty for what he did but in his mind, it was the right thing to do. "How was Elizabeth?" Jake asked as he and Javy sat in the common area of the ship.

"Heartbroken." Javy said looking at Jake as he hung his head and guilt ran through his heart. "She's going through a rough patch and she needed you. You turned your back on her." Javy said and Jake was silent and jaw clenched.

"What the hell does that mean?" Jake asked and Javy looked at him.

"It's not my place to tell." Javy said and got up and left leaving Jake to his thoughts. He knew he fucked up. He didn't have to be reminded of it. Yes, he asked about her but it hurt to even say her name.

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2 months flew by quickly and before Elizabeth knew it she was settling into her home. Most of the boxes were unpacked. There was a slight baby bump forming and that made her happy. She had her first prenatal checkup and another medical checkup 3 days before she started her teaching job. Jake had passed her mind every now and then but not much.

She needed to go to the grocery to stock up on some stuff that she needed and that is exactly what she did. She grabbed her keys and plugged in the closest grocery store in her GPS and headed that way. It didn't take long and before she knew it she was parking and walking into the store. Elizabeth grabbed a crate and began her shopping. As she was turning the corner of an isle she bumped into another cart and her hand went to her stomach when it accidentally hit it. "Oh! I'm so sorry." A husky voice said and she looked up to find a tall, handsome, brunette, and blue-eyed man and she swore her heart stopped. "Are you ok?" He asked and that seemed to snap her out of her trance.

"Yea I'm fine." She said with a smile.

"I'm Grant Braxton." He said and held out his hand for her to shake and she did and smiled.

"I'm Elizabeth Taylor." She replied.

"How far along are you?" He asked she pulled a confused face.

"Huh?" She asked

"You protected your stomach only expecting mothers do that." He said and she smiled.

"2 months." She said and he smiled. "How did you know?" She asked.

"I'm a doctor." He replied "What do you do? I haven't seen you around." He asked.

"I actually just moved here. I'm a teacher." She said. They must've talked for what seemed like hours but was really 20 minutes and they really hit it off.

"I would love to take you out some time." He said and her smile grew bigger.

"I would love that." She said and they exchanged phone numbers and then they finished shopping and he walked her to her car. They said goodbye to each other and headed off their own ways. She sat in her car for a minute. She couldn't help but stop smiling. For the first time after Jake broke her heart, she felt happy. This was gonna be good for her and the unborn child.

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gaiahypothesims · 3 years

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Laken- Hey man, what's up? Did I miss something? I didn't think you were dropping by today.

Jonah- Can't a guy just drop by to see his brother and nephew? Hey buddy, hey Dalton! What's up my man? Why are you so sticky?

Laken- Seriously though, why are you here? Everything okay?

Jonah- Why do you always think something is wrong? I'm not always in crisis.

Laken- Nate should be home from school pretty soon. Do you wanna stay for supper or something? I can get Perry to pick up food, or we can barbeque or... can you cook?

Jonah- Hmm? Well, no actually... I was hoping maybe you'd want to pop down to the marina after Perry gets home.

Laken- <pause> Why?

Jonah- I have to pick up the baby.

Laken- You can drive now. Why do you need me?

Jonah- I just wanted you to come with me. I thought you'd want to see Evelyn's new ... thing.

Laken- <long pause> Are you using me as a human shield?

Jonah- What? No. No.. not really. But you know, its a lot of people. I don't want to get cornered.

Laken- Who are you scared of? Ashley? Raj? JAKE?

Jonah- No!

Laken-... EVELYN!? <laughs> You're scared of Evelyn! HA!

Jonah- No! No I'm not. Things just got a little weird the last time I saw her, and I don't want to... deal with it.

Laken- <laughing> You loser. Yeah I'll come with you. But you have to tell me what's going on the way there.

#the sims 3 #convergence #laken #jonah #dayton #sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #sims story

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thedefenderoftheearth · 3 years

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summary: Rose and TenToo start their journey together and it isn't always perfect but they're good together.

rating: T

word count: 2200

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30290310

On Day One, he knows the TARDIS is leaving before Rose does. She’s entirely captivated by this kiss, and he wants to be too (and is…mostly), but it’s his TARDIS, and his mind is big enough to think of both things at once–the love of his life re-entering it and the companion he’s not sure he can live without fading from it. He hates the thought but knows it’s true. He’s lived without Rose, knows he can do it…but he’s not sure if he can live without his ship.

When Rose breaks the kiss with a gasp and bolts toward his disappearing girl, he’s certain that he can’t. He takes the few strides to Rose, interlaces his fingers with hers because it’s the only thing he’s sure it’s okay to do. When they turn to look at each other, he wonders what he’ll be sure of tomorrow.

On Day Two, he wakes to a soft whirring sound--an electric toothbrush, he realizes. Rose is awake and coming out of the en suite. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he flings the covers aside and hops out of the bed to meet her.

"Oh," she says, and she won't meet his eyes. "Um. Hi. You're awake."

"Yes," he confirms. "And you have a bit of toothpaste just...there." Without thinking and before she can stop him, he licks the pad of his thumb and swipes the corner of her mouth.

"Um. Thanks," she says, and she still won't look at him properly. "Um...I thought...I thought I'd pick up your suit from dry-cleaning. And then we could go shopping, get you some things. I won't be long." She hurries from the room with her head down, not even pausing to wait for an answer.

He's puzzled, but when he's certain she's gone, he sucks his thumb. He can't taste every component of the toothpaste, can't determine the exact structure of the methylcellulose like he used to. What he can taste is Rose, and that, he thinks, could merit a full day's worth of analysis.

It isn't until he goes into the bathroom to relieve himself that he realizes why Rose did her best not to see him.

He wonders if this is a problem human males have every morning.

If so, he wonders how he could possibly bear this every morning--this heat that's spreading across his face, down his neck, and to his shoulders that makes him feel like he could disintegrate on the spot and like he wouldn't mind if he did, because at least he wouldn't have to face Rose again.

On Day Three, she catches him in the kitchen with two fingers in a jar of raspberry jam. He freezes, smiles sheepishly, grows nervous when she doesn't say anything.

"You know," she finally says, taking the jar from him and replacing his fingers with her own, "this is an awful habit to get yourself into." Her tongue darts out to clean the messy glob on her fingers.

"Dreadful," he agrees, when he can finally speak. "Terribly rude." He takes the jar back to help himself to more jam.

They pass the jar between them a few times before she stops and places it on the counter.

Sticky fingers weave through his perfectly tousled hair as she pulls his mouth to her and he wants to whine about it, but his brain shorts out as she swipes her tongue along his bottom lip and oh--all right then.

On Day Nine, they're okay. They've fallen into a safe routine: she cooks breakfast and he cleans the dishes; they share the bathroom (and it's not long before they decide it isn't big enough for the two of them); they reach together for two Torchwood IDs hanging near the door; she drives and he changes the radio fifteen times before they arrive.

Neither of them takes any risks with the other, but it's good. They're good together.

On Day Twenty-Eight, he cooks breakfast and doesn't burn the toast. It earns him a proud hug from Rose. He thinks back to a day when a shop girl from the Powell Estate pronounces a word correctly and elicits the same response from him. He wonders what happened to that girl and marvels at the woman before him who has all of herself pressed up against all of him.

On Day Forty-One, he goes on his third date with Rose. He's not sure why she keeps referring to it that way but she does and has more than once--to her mum on the phone and even to Jake at Torchwood.

He doesn't understand why she emerges from the en suite in a dress he's never seen before and strappy heels that couldn't possibly be designed for comfort (and definitely not for running) or why she smells flowery and certainly good but not quite like herself.

When they return to the flat, he doesn't understand her frustrated sounds when he kisses her, when he tries to slow their snogging back down to just that, just like always, just like normal. She finally relents and succumbs to his pace. When they're both breathless, she snuggles close to him...until she can't anymore.

He's utterly baffled when he's suddenly asked to sleep on the couch, but for the first time since he came to live with Rose--the first time in his existence--he does.

On Day Fifty, he understands why they call it "getting lucky." His brain is shrouded in a blissful haze, yet singularly focused on one thing: he has just had sex with Rose Tyler. He's done the deed, gotten busy, mattress mamboed, knocked boots--he doesn't have boots; maybe he should get some--and he feels a little bit like whooping...but his bones are liquid and he's melting into the soft down of the bed. His hair is in a state of permanent shock, his eyelids droop half-mast, and his mouth is set in a goofy sort of half-grin that doesn't seem to want to fade, but he doesn't mind. He fights to keep his eyes open just to keep looking down at an equally happy Rose falling asleep with one arm across his chest, her hand above his single heart, and her legs tangled with his.

On Day Seventy-Seven, they spend the entire day in bed. He moans loudly.

She tells him through a stuffed-up nose to "shu' ub."

"'Shut up'? Really? These could be my last words, Rose Tyler. I'm going to die!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"It's just a cold."

"Is not. It's swine flu, bird flu, SARS--No." He gasps. "The Plague!"

"It's not the Plague. They didn't even have that here."He whines and moans and groans and "But Roooooose"s, and even though she's miserable herself, she brings him soup, blows on it when it's too hot, and patiently cleans him up when he sneezes in her face and half the bowl goes down his front.

On Day One-Hundred Twelve, they're not okay. Neither of them knows how they got to this point, but hurtful things are being flung carelessly to the air between them. Things like maybe if he came back, she'd leave with him--back to her own universe, back home. Things like maybe if the wanker did come back, he'd just steal his TARDIS, and he could be the one stuck on this stupid planet in this stupid world.

He pulls at the doorknob, tries to flee with some dignity, but the jamb sticks. He twists and pulls and jiggles the lock and finally it breaks free. Tears prickle in his eyes, and he wants to know why this stupid body has his tear ducts hardwired to his frustration. It's a dumb design; he doesn't feel like crying, he feels like running.

He winces when he hears the door slam behind him--he didn't really mean that--but it's done. He can't take it back. He runs.

On Day One-Hundred Fourteen, he runs home. She's ready for him when he walks in, and he isn't expecting that. He's expecting to at least be able to change out of the clothes he left in, the ones that are soaked through and clinging to his cold skin. Maybe even a shave and a steaming cup of tea. He doesn't get those things; they're going to have it out right now.

She unfurls herself from the blankets, rises from the couch with an un-drunk, already-cold mug of tea in her hand and strides toward him. They're toe-to-toe before he can find his voice.

"Still mad?"

She leans in close and he's nervous. "Yes," she says against his temple. "Definitely," against his jaw.

He shivers, swallows thickly, and thinks--knows--they should solve this with words, but when she pulls back to look at him like that, he thinks the words can wait.

They're both sorry, and that's enough for now.

They're a mess of tangled limbs and warm breath as they fall to the bed. His wet clothes are left on the carpet and oh, she's not going to like that later. He wonders how he has room for that thought when he's got a half-naked Rose Tyler in his arms, then he knows: he never wants to make her mad at him again.

Right now, he decides, he's going to make her very, very happy with him.

On Day One-Hundred Fifty, he thinks Rose might be pregnant. He wants to believe it's his superior Time Lord brain counting thirty days to the millisecond. He knows it's his human brain and his human something else.

He's not sure if she thinks that--that there might soon be three heartbeats between them again--but he thinks he's scared, delighted, anxious, proud, reckless, loving, loved, amazed.

He wonders if it's a human trick, to feel all these things at once and not explode into light. If so, it's better than any trick any Time Lord ever had.

On Day One-Hundred Fifty-Two, he finds out he's wrong when she throws a pillow at him and demands toffee and a backrub.

He's not sure why he isn't relieved, or of the reasons he should be.

On Day Two-Hundred Two, he drops a ring--the ring--down the garbage disposal and panics. He stares down the dark void of the drain in horror.

Neither of them are ready for the question to be asked, but that ring....It's The Ring, and he's not going to find a replacement. When his own hand fails him (as does chewing-gum-on-a-wire and the vacuum hose with a bit of nylon over the top) he admits defeat and calls a plumber.

When Rose asks what happened, he has to tell her he finally finished that sonic prototype, and it was rather less successful than one might have hoped--wellll, by that he means it was a complete failure.

She rolls her eyes and asks him what's for supper.

On Day Three-Hundred Ninety-Eight, he thinks they are ready, but she comes home with two zeppelin tickets.

"Fancy a trip?"

"Yes!" he exclaims too loudly. He's done so well so far. He's only had a few freak-outs--no, they weren't freak-outs. Slips, lapses, tiny episodes, he thinks. But oh, would he love to travel. He doesn't have the universe at his fingertips anymore, but this world is still different, still has a lot to offer. Maybe the Sphinx still has a nose because he wasn't there to meddle, and maybe the sand feels different under his feet there because the silicon dioxide content isn't the same in this universe. Maybe the Great Wall of China wasn't built, but there's one in Mexico, and maybe the view is still spectacular. Maybe the best chips on the planet aren't at their old haunt at the hole-in-the-wall on Baker and Twenty-Fourth. Maybe they're across the globe in Sydney, and maybe they can find them.

"Yes," he says quieter, and then, "Where?"

"Anywhere."

"Okay."

And they go.

On Day Four-Hundred Twelve, they're running for their lives from a hunter-gatherer group in the Amazon that he's managed to insult.

They run, and the humidity gives them an endless supply of sweat. Huge droplets pool from every pore making their hair stick close to their scalps and their clothes stick to their skin as though they'd just emerged from a swimming hole fully-clothed and a muddy one at that, with the way the forest wants to cling to them and never let go.

He knows it's just something in the way this adrenal-cortical system works that makes him think that maybe they're really going to die this time, something about these rubbish--wonderful--human hormones, but he says the words anyway.

"Will you marry me?"

"What?" she says between tight gasps for air.

"Marry me.”

"Her answer doesn't come immediately. He doesn't know if she's thinking or trying to find the air for the words or both, but he's dying every second.

"Okay," she says, then looks over her shoulder to the group gaining on them. "Can it wait?"

"Yes!" he exclaims. He hollers an indecipherable word, grabs her hand, and they run faster.

#ficandchips #yeah this is just me rebuilding my blog shhhh #i like never reread things i've written past a certain point #for fear of the cringe #but there is not much cringe here #and some phrases i still like #so #boop doop

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