Hello hello Tarra Treks is BACK! Read ‘em and weep, I sure did by the end.
6x20 ‘His Way’ - Netflix: “Bashir shows off his new holosuite character, a 1960s Las Vegas singer who performs in a lounge full of martini-swilling customers.” me out loud: “Why are you like this.” - what is this boozy Mad Men fantasy - it’s actually SO STRANGE to see them all in here in their uniforms! - “pretty sweet pipes for a lightbulb” oh I like this, I like that he knows?? weird, weird and fun!
Julian is criminally pleased with himself and his preternaturally astute holographic lounge singer
- wait are Kira and Shakaar an on-again-off-again? since when? - Julian: “He knows about love, life, women!” Miles: “Three things you know nothing about.” Julian: “Now that’s a little unfair.” hey if you knew about life you wouldn’t have walked right into that one - hold up, I just realized I’m watching Quark give Odo relationship advice. QUARK AND ODO. TALKING ABOUT ♡ - Odo: “Who asked for your opinion?” Quark: “You did. I came here to talk about a missing shipment of groat clusters.” - please tell me what is in a Warp Core Breach - I SAID THAT AND THEN QUARK PULLED OUT A LITERAL FISHBOWL
So let's say Rich and Jake are both at separate colleges. They are kind of like casual dating? Like when they meet up, they usually just mess around in the bedroom, but neither has explicitly stated they are dating. So, when a weekend to meet up comes, Rich has to cancel because he's been struck with the fresher's flu. He plans to spend the day in bed, but four hours later, Jake is busting up into his room all worried, and Rich is shook but Jake is all "I don't want my boyfriend sick alone."
Sorry this took so long!! I hope you like it friend!
College was something totally new for Rich. Of course, since he had graduated from high school just a mere three months ago, this was going to be a totally new experience. He would be able to go out meet new people, go to parties, get drunk, stress over classes, go on dates with the most amazing guy in the world.
Well, besides one small problem. Him and Jake didn’t go to the same college, It just wasn’t possible with their different career paths. Jake was able to get a full ride scholarship to some amazing college while Rich had to go to a college that would be more suited towards him. Sure, it wasn’t as nice and pretty as Jake’s, but Rich still loved calling it his school. Mostly because his dad would constantly tell him that he would never get into a college. Rich was persistent, so he made his way into college and luckily, he doesn’t have to live with his father any more, but he had to room with a roommate who kind of hated him.
Rich didn’t mind; he was perfectly content with his life. Plus, as stated before, Rich was dating the most amazing guy ever–Jake Dillinger to be exact. Now, Jake was probably the best person ever. The two of them never did anything too risky. They didn’t have the time but make out sessions in bathrooms anymore,though they loved those. Rich especially loved standing on his top toes so he could press his lips against Jake’s. God, he loves Jake. Rich smiles at his phone as the two boys set in stone that they were in fact going to go out for a movie and dinner after classes the next day.
Rich sighed happily as he wiped his nose against his sleeve to stop the slow leaking, he looked at the television, and his goofy smile remained.
“I’m just…too lucky,” he murmured more to himself than anyone, then let out a laugh before letting himself lay on his back, but right after his laugh finished, a cough racked his entire body. Rich blinked a few times before he sat back up and walked to the mirror.
He stared at his reflection in confusion. His cheeks and nose were red. Had he been wiping at his nose all day? Then, he looked down and saw he was wearing a jacket, and everyone else in the campus was wearing tank tops and shorts. He shrugged. A small cold never hurt anyone.
He turned his lights off. Laying back on his bed and curling up, Rich makes sure his ringer was on, and his phone was plugged in.
In the morning, Rich did not want to wake up. His body was wracked with chills, and he had to pull his blanket around his body even tighter. He coughed into the blanket before he looked at his phone. He quietly muttered string of expletives before he picked up his phone and sent an email to his professors about his low key dying in bed (though worded in a much more professional way of course).
He looked away from his phone before groaning. Right, his date with Jake. He had to cancel that. There was absolutely no way that Rich would be able to get out of bed without collapsing. He groaned again and typed out a message for Jake.
To Babe: Hey,, I’m sorry but I’m like dying in my bed rn I don’t think we can do our date :(
From Babe: Do you need me ?? I can come over right after class
To Babe: no ,, I don’t want u to come over you’ll get sick
From Babe: mmm okay I hope u feel better :*
Rich rolled his eyes before setting his phone down. For someone who got into college with a sports scholarship, Jake was sure a huge dork. Then again, Jake was never one for stereotypes. Cliches maybe, but not stereotypes.
Rich looked out his window and closed his eyes. He was curling up in his blankets and letting out a few more soft coughs before sleep somehow found him.
Rich’s sleep lasted only a few hours before he was waking to the noise of someone knocking on his dorm room’s door. The sickly boy groaned before he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up–much too quickly for his body’s liking, apparently, because his vision was suddenly swimming,
“Rich? Are you in there?” He heard a voice call from outside the door,
“‘M coming,” Rich mumbled as he slowly made his way through the messy room to open the door. When he finally managed to get to the door and open it, he looked up at the taller boy on the other side. It took him a moment to process the sight before him, but he did, and he let out a small,”Oh, Jake..Hi.”
“Holy fuck–babe you look like absolute shit!”
“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” rich muttered sarcastically and did his best to wink.
“Rich,” Jake sighs with an eye roll.
“Why’re you even here..?” Rich asked as he stumbled back to his bed,”I don’ want you to get sick..”
“Because I care about you,” Jake mutters gently and followed Rich while digging through his bag.. After a moment, he pulled out a thermometer,”Open up Babe.”
“I didn’t ca-” Jake put the thermometer in to cut rich off. In response, Rich closed his mouth around it and just looked at Jake.
“You don’t need to talk; you’re clearly delirious,” Jake sighed and began to dig through his bag again before he pulled out NyQuil and his laptop. He opened his laptop and began to get a movie set up. The thermometer beeped, and Jake reached over. He slid it out of his boyfriend’s mouth.
“101. I guess it’s not that bad, you should still take some NyQuil.”
“It’s not even that late,” Rich pointed out, and Jake shrugged.
“So? You’ll want to sleep soon enough. My roommie just got over what you have, and he claimed it was called freshers flu,” Jake spoke, working on getting the movie pulled up again and Rich just nodded a little as he got out the dosage for the medication and took it. Jake scooted himself over so he’d be next to Rich, and he clicked play.
The movie was some silly romcom that the boys enjoyed watching together, and, just as Jake had mentally predicted, Rich ended up attaching himself to Jake like Jake was some big teddy bear. Jake smiled as he watched his boyfriend sleep soundly.
This is my contribution to Choicescreates this week, round 14 "Any Disney Song" (you can probably guess which Disney song I chose lol. Tarzan has always been one of my fave Disney movies and “You’ll Be In My Heart” is a gorgeous song and instantly inspired me. This is a JakexMC fic that takes place at some point after book 1. It’s kinda short but I wanted to leave it like this. Sorry for the sadness lol.
Jake vaguely registers MC’s voice yell out as the Watcher stabs a spear straight into his chest and he crumpled to the ground.
Small hands grab his shoulders and keep him upright on his knees.
She cups his face and he tries to focus his on the blueness of her eyes.
“No,no,no,no, not again” she mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes, breathing hard.
"Heya Princess,” he slurs out, a numbing pain taking over his torso.
“Oh Jake, no” her voice breaks, eyes glistening with tears.
Sean and Craig are tackling the Watcher behind them and Grace and Michelle are yelling about some sort of healing plant but Jake’s eyes are locked on MC’s blue ones as he slips in and out of consciousness.
He feels a wetness on his neck and realizes that MC’s tears have spilled over.
With all the strength he can muster he brings his hand to her face and cups it.
“Don’t cry Princess,” he wipes away the tears and tries to manage a smile. He looks down at his shirt which is now almost completely soaked in his blood and despite what he knows is inevitable looks back up with a grin, “It’s not that bad, nothing I can’t handle."
MC let’s out a watery laugh
"Shut up, stop being such a tough guy for once in your life Jake. You can’t leave me. Not now."
She grabs his hand where it’s cupping her face and closes her eyes briefly.
In that moment, as her eyelashes cast a spidery shadow onto her face and a tear slides down her cheek Jake realizes he loves her. Lying on the floor in the jungle of La Huerta, close to death, he realizes he loves this girl. He loves her with a force he had promised himself he would never love again. Not after what had happened with Mike. Surprisingly he’s okay with that. He takes her hand and and holds it in his own.
"Shhh, listen to me, I’m not leaving you,”
He presses their hands to her heart and holds them there, “I will always be right here. Always.”
He looks into her eyes one last time and tries to memorize the way the specks of gold are woven into the blue before he lets go of the last bit of fight that had been keeping him going and slumps into MC’s arms, eyes closing peacefully.
As the darkness starts to fill his vision he rocks slightly in her arms, thinking if he had to break his promise over someone he’s glad he chose her.
Summery: MC is working through her emotions and thoughts after a hectic night. She is interupted by Jake who helps her and solidifies their relarionship.
I sat in bed writing. I had taken up writing my thoughts as a way to cope with all the craziness that La Huerta was. So far I had been writing for 20 minutes, although not long it has helped me work through the events over the past 24 hours. We were stuck in a hotel with blue skinned people tying to kill us. I slept with a pilot who drinks way too much if he is planning on making it to 40 without liver damage. I lost my best friend Diego, who sacrificed himself to save me. Also we travelled six months into the future. After all the craziness I went back to my room to find it a complete mess. Glass covered the ground, clothes and other items littered the floor. I had a shower and got changed into clean clothes before heading to Diego’s room. His belongings coat the rooms floor and funiture. After cleaning up as much as I could until I was to tired to stand I crashed on the bed.
Now I sit thinking what else could I write about. As I go over everything in my mind, I start to become overwhelmed.
*knock, knock, knock*
“Hey Princess, you in there?”
I close my notebook and sit up in bed.
“The doors unlocked.”
Jake steps through the door closing it behind him.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Too be honest, would’ve been nicer if you were there.” He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Yeah.” I looked back down at my book. I felt the bed sink next to me but didn’t bother looking up.
“We’re gonna get him back.”
“No we’re not. He’s most likely dead as well as Grace and Raj. I made the call to leave them and Diego let go of me. Their bloods on my hands.”
Jake grabs my hand and as much as I want to pull away, I don’t.
“I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, a lot of good people dieing because of bad decisions other people made. This wasn’t one of those occasions. You saved all of us and Diego choose to save you.”
I look away from Jake as my eyes begin to tear.
“Oh hey.” Jake wraps his arms around me and holds me close as I let my go of my fear of crying in front of people. I rest my head on Jakes chest and cry. I cry for as long as the tears will come, and he just holds me. After I got everything out of my system I move away from him sitting upright in the bed again.
“I’m so sorry for that, you didn’t need to see that.”
“What, you crying? I’ve seen you naked and told you about why I really live in Costa Rica. I think it was only fair for you to be the vulnerable one this round.”
“I suppose that’s true. Thanks Top Gun.”
I rest my hand on his, and he laces his fingers with mine. I look at our hands, study how they look and how his feel. When I look back up at Jake, he’s looking at me. His blue eyes staring at me, he moves in closer until our lips meet. I’m met with a small, intimate and loving kiss.
“What was that for?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Your just so beautiful.”
“Thanks…Can I ask you something?”
“Do you think that if we had met off La Huerta we would be this close? A part of me thinks it’s only because of the adrenaline and all the near death situations that brought us together.”
“I think that all the chemisty we have on the island would’ve existed off here. Just think about it, when we were in the cockpit of my plane we bantered just like we always do. We weren’t in a near death situation then. Or when we went on that hike together. I enjoyed just being with you.”
“I suppose your right. I just can’t shake this feeling.”
“Look we can’t think about what could’ve been. We are here, right now in the present, together.” He moves me so I’m straddling him, his hands resting on my hips, mine on his chest. “We are together under these circumstances, we can’t think about whether or not we would under a different series of events.”
“Your right, you are. I think it’s just after everything that’s happened. All the craziness. I wasn’t sure if we would work in normal, everyday surroundings.”
“Okay well speak for yourself, everyday is different for me.”
“Correction, every bottle is different.”
“True. My point is we can still have adventures when we get away from here. Obviously less life threatening ones, but ones to keep things exciting. Do you believe in soulmates?”
“Neither do I, but I do believe that two people can be together for the majority of their lives, and I want to spend the rest of mine with yours.”
“Jake, your not propos-”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself Princess. It’s just that ever since I lost Mike I haven’t been able to let anyone in, but I let you. You are smart and beautiful, you can keep up with all my jokes and your able to take care of yourself. There’s not many people like that, so I’ve never been too attached in relationships. But you are someone I know I want in my life, that’s if you’ll have me?”
“So this isn’t a proposal?”
“No, just wanting you to know where I stand.”
“Well my answer to your question is yes. So what does that mean? We aren’t dating, that would require doing on actual dates. We aren’t boyfriend or girlfriend. Are we just…together?”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“No I’m just trying to make sure I have this all right.”
“Maybe I can help with that.”
All of a sudden, Jake flips us over so he’s lying on top of me. Before I can even say anything his lips are on mine. His kisses are full and deep. I have to say though, this was making things clearer.
pre-season-three, Jake stays obscenely late at the precinct working on a case, partially because it’s an important case and partially because everything’s a little loud and painful and he doesn’t want to go home and sit alone in his bed.
Amy comes in early the next morning, whether by some strange intuition or chance she’s not quite sure. He’s asleep at his desk, hair a mess, clothes rumpled, papers stuck to his cheek. The bullpen is almost empty; shifts are just changing, and it is so, so early.
So Amy sets down her bag carefully and steps over and shakes him awake, gently, and when he blinks up at her, a little bit disoriented, she grabs a napkin from her desk on impulse and wipes at the sleep drool at the corner of Jake’s mouth. There’s this sleep-honest look of …awe, on his face, brown eyes blinking up at her in the electric lighting of the bullpen, and Amy feels a surge of courage and runs her fingers against his hairline
Jake smiles, lopsided and sleepy, against her hand
“You smell pretty, Santiago.”
Amys hand jumps away and she says, “You need coffee. I’ll make you coffee.”
She calls back from the break room that he should go dig up his spare change of clothes, or catch a shower in the locker room before the others arrive, and makes two cups of coffee, just in case he only (likely) got two hours of sleep and the extra caffeine is necessary
(She does not think about how disconcertingly domestic her words are, but her heart is big and full and warm, and her fingers are tingling with the softness of his curly, mussed up fringe)