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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 years ago
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Kreator
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fortheloveofgarythain · 1 year ago
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Rob's hair tho... 😜
🥝💚🖤
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millemilitia · 8 months ago
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<3
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fortheloveofgarythain · 2 years ago
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Rob is gorgeous. 😊 Makes sense that Fioretti means "little flower" in Italian.
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slaughterlmao · 1 year ago
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trickphotography2 · 1 year ago
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Eeep!
I would LOVE to know what went through Jake’s head when he heard the word “pregnant”! I know he’s so loving and supportive and gives theeee biggest “family man” vibes, so was his first thought “she’s mine forever now and she’s having my baby!” or was it “oh fuck, we’re having a whole ass human” or maybe both??
Okay, this got away from me. You get some angst and additional Jake backstory (including why he stayed married to his ex even after they separated)! Here's 1.8K words of Jake's POV of finding out Darlin's pregnant.
Jake was drinking his coffee on the couch, trying to motivate himself to get up and shower when you called.
“Can you come get me?”
Those five words and your shaky voice made his heart stop. As you explained what happened, he was sprinting across the house to throw on a pair of jeans and grab his wallet and keys. It was only after you assured him a few times that someone was with you that he was willing to get off the phone.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he waited in line for the gate guard to scan his ID, teeth grit as he fought against screaming at them to move faster. It took all his training to block out that little voice in his head that whispered something was wrong. He needed to focus on the mission - get to the hangar and the hospital. Point A to Point B. He couldn’t spiral because you needed him.
His boots slapped against the concrete as he bolted out of the truck towards the Bounty Hunter's hanger. As he raced across the parking lot, he heard someone call out his name.
Fucking shit. Admiral Tritz. Jake skidded to a halt as the uniformed officer approached, snapping a quick salute and standing at attention. Impatience warred with insubordination as he stood there, watching Tritz stroll closer. “Out of uniform, Hangman?”
“Sorry, sir… my girlfriend works here, and I need to… she’s not feeling well.” Tritz frowned. 
“Another officer?”
“No, sir. She’s a civilian. Contracting specialist.”
“Ah. Well, don’t want to keep her waiting then. I hope she feels better.”
“I’m taking her to the hospital, sir. I… I’m not sure how long that’ll take. I’m due back for mids.”
“I’ll let Kennedy know he might be getting a call and to have another pilot on standby.”
“Thank you, sir.” With a jerk of his head, Tritz dismissed him, and Jake took off, mumbling apologies as he ran through the hanger to your office. The sight of you in your office chair, head in your hands with a trashcan between your feet, greeted him as he skidded to a halt outside your door. “Darlin’?”
Your watery gaze rose to meet his, eyes dark against your pale skin. “I’m okay,” you whispered. 
“You still need to get checked out,” another woman said, and his eyes swung to the woman leaning against the wall. She waved before tipping her head towards you. “Going to need paperwork for the occupational health report, and worker’s comp is probably going to call to make sure they don’t need to worry about a lawsuit.”
“I’m not going to sue,” you grumbled.
“We’ll worry about that later,” Jake huffed, walking towards you and moving the trashcan away with his foot before kneeling in front of you.
“I’ll let the boss know you’re out for the rest of the day. Take care of yourself.”
“Thanks, Armitage,” you said softly. With a nod, the woman left just as Jake spotted the paper towel darkened with blood on your foot. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and rested your foot on his thigh, gently pulling away the towel and hissing.
“Damn it.” 
“It’s not as bad now,” you observed. He ignored the droplet of blood that saturated his jeans as he rewrapped your foot.
“Let’s go.” The words came out like an order, and you shrunk back into your chair. He mentally kicked himself - you didn’t need Lieutenant Seresin right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, running his thumb along your ankle. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I… I don’t know what happened. I just woke up on the floor.” 
“Let’s go get you checked out.” 
“I need to clean up first. I can’t leave… that,” you said, glancing at the trashcan. He peeked into it and saw that you’d been sick. He didn’t hesitate before grabbing the sides of the bag and tying it off. 
“I’ll get rid of this. You stay right here - don’t move.” He jogged to the men’s room, threw the bag away, and grabbed a few more paper towels for your foot.
You were leaning against the desk when he got back, work bag slung over your shoulder. Jake raised an eyebrow and darted forward when you took a limping step towards him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled. Without a word, he took your bag and crouched, bracing one hand under your knees and the other across your back as he swept you off your feet.
Red stained your pale cheeks as he carried you out of the hangar and across the parking lot.
Jake hated hospitals. Hated the smell of antiseptic, the constant overhead pages that never meant anything good, and the hurry up and wait.
He tried not to think about the other times he’d been in the emergency room - the night Lina fell off the roof and broke her arm trying to sneak back into the house drunk, the too-close calls with his friends nearly burning in, and when his ex had a bad epileptic seizure. He’d gotten a few calls from her needing to be picked up from work or a friend’s house after having a seizure, and getting that call from you had put him right back into it. So he held you tighter and pressed his lips to the top of your head, assuring himself that this wasn’t the same. Fainting wasn’t a seizure. 
That didn’t mean he was less irritated when a medical student was sent to take your medical history. If they’d been on base, you would have already seen a doctor, not some kid in a white coat pretending he knew more than he did. You could have gotten to a hospital sooner, period. Because you weren’t his dependent, he had to drive back off base to the closest civilian hospital. If something like this happened again… if it was the start of something serious, he needed to know that there wouldn’t be a delay in your getting help. That was unacceptable. As much as you wanted to wait to get married, it would offer more protection. This wasn’t a matter of wanting you to have his last name and the promise of forever. It was a practicality. It was the rational thing to do - why put off something you’d both agreed to just because of the arbitrary decision about how long you had to be dating? You were a rational person. 
That’s what he would argue when you got home. Getting married - the benefits of being a military spouse - would be his selling point. He’d be willing to trade almost anything else for you to agree to let him put his ring on your fingers and share his last name. 
As you dozed against his shoulder after the EKG, he took out his phone and typed your symptoms into Google: headache, fainting, and nausea. The first result said it was low blood sugar. Others said it was a migraine, but you’d have known if it was that. It could definitely have been stress or anxiety. Vertigo was an option, and so was low blood pressure. He didn’t want to consider it a brain injury or tumor. Pregnancy came up a few times, which gave him pause, but you’d had your period. 
So when the doctor came in almost three hours after you’d gotten to the hospital, Jake tried not to be too anxious. If it was bad, they would have done more tests. 
Vasovagal syncope. Low blood pressure probably triggered by your hormone fluctuations. “So she’s okay?” Jake asked, squeezing your hand. The doctor smiled at him.
“Yes, she’s okay. I wanted to discuss some of the symptoms you were experiencing before the syncope. You mentioned being nauseous - was that just before the syncope?”
“No, it’s been a couple of days.”
“Have you vomited?” Nod. “Have you been keeping food down?”
“Not really. I’ve mostly been eating crackers the last couple of days.” Jake frowned, frustrated that you hadn’t told him what you’d been dealing with. If you’d been honest, he would have pushed you to go to the doctor earlier instead of waiting this long. 
“Have you been more fatigued recently?” Brow furrowed, you nodded again. “How about any other physical symptoms?”
“Like?”
“Any tenderness in your breasts?”
“No.”
“Yes,” Jake answered. You’d turned down shower sex over the weekend, cringed when he’d brushed your nipples while reaching for shampoo, and shielded your chest from the water pressure. As much as he’d wanted to enjoy your being shirtless all day, knowing that it was because you were hurting put a damper on his enjoyment of seeing your breasts. 
“The labs show that your HCG levels are elevated, which probably triggered the vasovagal syncope.” Her eyes darted between you before she added, “HCG is what we look for to confirm a pregnancy.” 
The world stopped as Jake’s hand flexed around yours. 
“P-pregnancy?” you stuttered.
“Yes. I would recommend setting up an appointment with your OB in the next couple of days…” Jake tried to listen to the doctor but couldn’t hear past the ringing in his ears.
Pregnant.
You were pregnant.
A baby wasn’t in the plans. It wasn’t even something you would discuss for another couple of years. There was too much you both wanted to do before having a kid. 
Don’t be stupid enough to knock up some tag chaser, his father had ordered. 
You’re married already - I want grandbabies while I’m young enough to enjoy them, Jacob, his mother had told him.
Come on, I want a baby, baby! His ex had begged.
But you, you were just as shocked as he was. This wasn’t part of the plan - the only part that hadn’t needed negotiations. No kids for a couple of years, if ever. It was you and him, a team of two. The Seresins. 
A baby…
“I’m pregnant?” you asked softly. 
“You’re pregnant.” 
And Jake felt a mixture of terror and hope he’d never experienced. 
Fuck. We’re having a baby.
We’re having a baby.
Your hand shook in his, and Jake forced himself to look at you. Your eyes were wide with shock as you nodded to whatever the doctor said. His gaze drifted down to where your hand pressed against your stomach.
That small, protective gesture told Jake everything he needed to know.
No matter how terrible a father he would be, the baby would always have you. They would have at least one parent in their corner against the world.
So if you were in, he would do it too.
We’re having a baby.
Jake’s hand itched to cover yours, adding his protection to the little person growing inside you. 
Baby Seresin.
The thought made tears spring to his eyes, and Jake blinked them away, refocusing on what needed to be done to ensure you were taken care of.
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Tagging the usual suspects, even though it's not a chapter because it gives additional backstory.
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nestedneons · 2 years ago
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By Christophe Tritz also with stuz0r
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goatilocks13 · 1 year ago
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Jòrg 'Tritze' Trzebiatowski.
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nougatdn · 1 year ago
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Sys info!
DNI C**wns and 2BHank shippers, srs! it will really upset an unstable headmate and his brother!
we have dudes that are ok and not ok with doubles or people from the same source (may be loose weve never interacted with any) Hofnarr🐱, Burger (T***ky source)🍔, Sanford/Safika💣, Alkali (2BD source)💻, Rick (R&M source)🧪, and Isaac (TBOI source)💖 theyll usually be icked
but Deimos🔗, Crackpot🎉, Rei (Crackpot source)🥽, Hank⚔️, and Mr Auditor🔥 are very ok with doubles, in fact they get very excited when they see themselves! theyre very open to convo but will probably never start any
there is also Tritz📌, Hint💫, Jakus😈, and Mars⚙️!
and i am the host, Mike/Ciel/Nougat/Fet with he/they/mf prns
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holly-days · 2 years ago
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by Christophe Tritz
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goalhofer · 1 year ago
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2023-24 Bridgeport Islanders Players With 1st Letter Of Names Reversed
Aen Kppleby
Aamuel Ssselin
Bole Cardreau
Cackson Jates
Cennis Dholowski
Dilliam Wufour
Fanner Tritz
Fidan Aulp
Heth Selgeson
Iuslan Rshakov
Ktto Ooivula
Keff Jubiak
Karson Kuhlman
Laul PaDue
Letu Eiukas
Myle KacLean
Matt Maggio
Mravis Titchell
Neece Rewkirk
Prian Binho
Sobin Ralo
Sincent Vévigny
Šakub Jkarek
Tyce Thompson
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year ago
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𝔎𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 - 𝔈𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔤𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 (յգՑգ)
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fortheloveofgarythain · 2 years ago
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Fucking models... 🥲😶‍🌫️
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Rob's hair... 🥵😢
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444names · 1 year ago
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Names generated from hypocorisms, theophoric and Irish names, excluding the letter "H"
Abbilín Abdie Abdubay Abraelín Afranie Ainníbay Airie Aisiano Ambre Ameandie Ament Ammis Amonnéill Amormos Anuatty Anuel Aoindy Aoisreas Aolie Aomás Aormann Apold Arana Arisenán Arnistín Arreggy Arrie...
Bairi Baoill Baolly Baram Barbrinn Barnín Beace Beallait Beammary Beank Bearie Bearlia Bearnán Bekev Bekevice Beknailly Biblas Bigussie Biline Blaid Bogdavy Bogen Bogobnace Bogoil Brall Brear Brearí Brete Briamuric Brisenn Broisi Bréan Buaiggie Buatty Bufed Bufeitzi Caignemmy Cainn Caitlís Cally Cammilín Caoibby Caoill Caoilín Caoimeret Caoisíony Caolm Carcy Carni Carnán Catiodonn Catun Ciait Ciano Cianre Ciarcearn Ciarcy Ciargabie Cinew Cinny Ciodori Cioncel Clain Clemsany Clill Clinel Coben Cobóis Coibe Coiblán Coinny Coird Coluck Comáinnie Conal Conaomi Conas Connán Corliffy Cormaitz Corna Corry Críde Crídes Cuinsi Daigi Dainnus Dameabie Danatie Dandy Danouimmy Darnán Datra Davdony Davee Daverny Davic Davić Dawinn Dearka Dearrd Declie Dedie Dedun Deenuel Della Denmoswal Dericky Deruas Deudian Diadote Diame Diamen Diarj Diggy Dolán Donnia Dorean Dorla Dorongie Dorty Déaggie Déaolle Dúnlu Eagail Earny Edeimenie Eggarry Eimín Eirgus Eirie Eirín Eitéardie Eleárla Elsiarce Emeimídín Eminm Emmine Errias Fearigney Fearnín Feinise Feirrewt Ferie Ferníle Fiarne Fince Fioben Fionné Fiony Flais Flock Floddy Frenán Féigginn Fíonnc Fíosna Gabraindy Gailly Garristín Garry Gerdie Gerne Gilizzie Gláit Goviall Grait Greuel Gréammy Gusepe Iarny Iasarrd Iasán Ionnán Ionnín Iregy Irekenjy Irnán Isamadna Isikennad Isliff Issias Istannán Izzie Ióses Iúdáile Iúdán Jeddy Jedeudi Jenji Jernán Jimmikie Joele Jonán Jooddy Josebe Joset Josnaiss Judavick Kammy Karlart Kateff Kiell Koláinm Kolán Kwagán Laireann Lanial Lanicke Lanie Lanniamen Larmaolm Lasiggar Lasmenty Laure Leseb Libasnac Limentóin Lionait Lisea Lizzy Locky Lodougić Lomás Lonall Lugie Luird Luire Magán Maibel Mainn Mairearis Mamenie Mamer Mandán Mankie Mannceas Mannya Manorent Maoda Maodi Maodo Maodou Maoillad Maoin Maoir Maoire Maoll Maolli Maolmán Maose Marry Marta Menef Mennick Merus Milby Milie Milíony Miomórl Monie Morry Moseán Moslás Muiel Muinny Muire Muirear Muirí Muirín Muncear Máinais Mídeibal Mídín Móinc Mórle Naidy Nairicke Naoll Niara Nidouim Nolán Norcán Odymp Ofaodie Ofaoib Olucky Osnaisre Ostas Ozsince Peart Peilín Peris Petenn Pilinny Pranouib Pranuel Prear Premmie Ptasaen Pádrus Póillaurt Póire Póirv Rande Rannearie Raxie Reagdagán Rikey Risty Ritrit Rodaw Roilf Roille Roindy Roinn Roire Rollainn Ronace Roswalbil Rotep Ruadam Ruait Rually Ruargus Ruarty Rudie Ruffaoil Ruilie Réalean Réark Rídín Róseb Saffaorty Safrael Safre Sally Sameilín Saonc Saorry Saoscammy Seard Searj Searnew Seogdabby Seteff Sianni Siasara Sielín Sinéanuel Sionaitz Sobnaird Solmás Solmón Spenna Stefe Stionaill Stíonank Suirike Séady Séalla Séarricky Sílew Taddy Tamende Tammy Tannán Teffy Temmy Tialas Tianaire Timik Timor Tinnán Tobby Toibasad Toifre Toiriele Tomen Tomert Tomiony Torre Trear Trewt Trino Tritz Tuait Uaigna Uainov Uaitlín Ualdo Uanniamen Uargie Uirse Valtán Wilidymp Wilie Wilim Winnel Woose Xavić Zannce Áiltán Áindy Árdge Árdia Éamay Éamear Éannie Éasán Éimmy Éiríose Éistóire Émenny Émenus Étann Únlutz
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robotpoetry · 1 year ago
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POEM
"Poem"
Weep Now It Scatters Witz
Hungry Gorge They Rise From Tritz
Deep Its Restless Twists Oh Westerns
Vision Led Round The Southern Wild Westerns
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A Watry Bow With Radiance Rawl
Admired The Lily White As Mol
Peace Fled Back Unhinderd Till Quits
Came An Infant D Kitz
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slaughterlmao · 1 year ago
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I know your thing is rob and frank, but may I offer ventor and tritze up for thought
never thought of this but why not sounds kinda nice to me :>
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