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writersdrug · 1 year ago

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Ghost x Konig x Reader: I Don't Need You (Ch. 6)

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Summary: You (surprisingly) get more comfortable with Kortac, and slowly let yourself connect with the team. You subconsciously tether yourself to Konig, who is more than willing to help you fit in. The pain of the past begins to fade into the back of your mind like the end of a long chapter of your life.

Additionally, Konig starts asking the hard questions - it unearths a piece of you that you'd hoped would remain buried, but you still share the memories with Konig.

Chapter warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of rape, cursing, google translate German, shirtless Soap, very EXTREMELY watered-down mentions of sexual themes (we ain't there yet, boiis)

Notes: Sorry it took so long, I've got a lot cooking in the kitchen now and I'm hoping to pump out a lot this week!

Additionally, I've had some comments on this work not being an x Reader. First off, I never want to mislead anyone. I label this as an x Reader because Bonnie is not an OC of mine. I've seen other x Reader fics include callsigns that refer to the reader, so I assumed using Bonnie similarly would be alright. I also mentioned a name ONCE in chapter 3, "Jane Morris," which I thought to be a very generic name, and I haven't used it since and don't plan to. I have a personal preference of writing longer, chapter-by-chapter fics in first POV because it feels more natural to me than second POV. The same goes for using y/n - I like to avoid it if I can because it feels unnatural.

Again, those last two thing are a personal preference. I'm not bashing any fics that use these things at all, I enjoy both ones that do and ones that don't, and I don't enjoy one over the other. When I say one feels more natural than the other, I mean it feels more natural to write, not to read. I'm debating changing the name I used in chapter 3 to just y/n l/n to make this a true x Reader. If you still feel like I should change this to an x OC please let me know and I'll be happy to adjust the tags, titles, and descriptions. Again, I never meant to be misleading, and I hope I didn't make anyone angry. If a mistake has been made I am happy to learn from it. Thanks!

Konig had cracked the code on me. He figured out that after a case of American beers and a long drive, away from the crowd of new faces, my outer shell began to soften.

There was still a wall that I was holding up between me and everyone else, even though it was significantly smaller than usual. When Roze and Castillo approached me at breakfast, I didn’t get up and leave. And when Juno used the empty spot in the gym room right next to me, dropping his bag on the floor and giving me a cautious glance as he set up for his routine - I didn’t grab my things and move to the other end of the room. That was my first instinct, but I fought it. Instead I huffed, facing the mirror in front of me and focusing on my sets.

I’d started going to the common area more often – maybe not every night, but often enough. We’d make it a habit to play poker on the nights I did show up. I was better than most of the group, since none of them were quite used to my mannerisms yet. However, Konig and Horangi still took the lead as the winners, despite most of us arguing that they shouldn’t be allowed to play if they were going to wear their masks. The argument would eventually turn into a casual conversation – I didn’t engage in it too often. I preferred to sit and listen, using the time to slowly learn more about the team. I typically planted myself between Roze and Konig, keeping my legs crossed on the seat and nervously fiddling with my Yuengling bottle.

Although I was ashamed to admit it, Konig had become a conduit for my interactions with the rest of the team. The way he engaged with their activities, yet still managed to stay reserved, struck a chord with me. I respected the fact that it could sometimes be difficult to find him on base, and that at the same time, he was always there when I started to feel overwhelmed. I didn’t need him, no… that was a stretch. But sometimes I felt grateful that he was so eager to accompany me places – especially when he invited me to go on “perimeter checks” with him, which mostly consisted of long drives off base.

I don’t know how I had grown to appreciate him so much – maybe it was because he felt similar to me, in the way that we both needed our alone time, and with how we often found ourselves slipping out of the common area around the same time, with the original excuse being that we were tired. Half of the time, we would sit in the mess hall and talk until the early hours of the morning.

“A sniper?” I asked on one particular night, fiddling with the mouth of my beer bottle. “You’re way to big for that – no offense.”

Konig chuckled. “And that’s what they initially told me.” He took a swig of his (nasty) German beer. “But, despite being handed other opportunities, I proved them wrong. I’m sill a damn good sniper.”

I huffed. “Nah, you should be happy you got promoted to Colonel; you’re lucky, you get to avoid being in the trenches – at least, as much as the rest of us.”

“Lucky? No…” Konig said, shaking his head. “I do not like being a Colonel. I’d much rather be doing the dirty work of soldiers than writing these stupid reports.” He slapped a large hand over the manilla folder that sat on the table next to his beer. “It keeps my head busy, and I don’t have to listen to myself think.”

I nodded while sipping my beer. “I completely get that – If I’m not actively doing something with my hands, my brain gets too loud. Like – like there’s a mini me in my head, and the only way to drown her out is by physically doing something. Anything, really.”

Konig laughed – almost a snort – “‘A mini you’. I like that, that’s good.”

I huffed a laugh through my nose, turning my head to hide the smirk on my face. Despite being a large, brutish man, he had a youthful essence about him. It was hidden deep beneath the thick exterior of a war-hardened soldier. But, every now and again, it rose to the surface, touching a part of my soul I hadn’t allowed to be seen in a long time.

I pushed my stack of bills into the middle of the table. “All in.” I said nonchalantly.

Gaz narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair and looking down his nose at me. “You’re bloody stupid…”

“Or really smart.” I retorted. I folded my arms over my chest, not wavering under his intimidating gaze.

It was unbearably hot in the room – whether that was from the tension of the game or the broken air conditioner (Price eternally insisted it would be fixed, “… by next week…”), I didn’t know. I was donned in my sweatpants and sports bra, Gaz was in a wife beater and sweats, Ghost was covered head to toe in a sweatshirt and jeans (one could ever rarely catch him wearing anything less), and Soap… well, Soap was Soap. Completely shirtless, with only a pair of gym shorts on. Typical for him to be so shameless.

Ghost looked at his cards, his jaw clearly tense underneath his mask. He wasn’t very good at hiding his unlucky hand – it was almost like he wasn’t even trying. Which was a possibility.

“Fucking hell… I fold.” He tossed his hand onto the table, revealing his sour bunch of cards. He walked to the fridge and cursed under his breath, rummaging through the contents.

“Jesus, you’re a load of dry shite.” Soap commented, leaning against the wall adjacent to Ghost. “You could’ve at least tried to intimidate ‘em.”

“You could try shutting your fucking mouth, alright?” Ghost snapped back. Soap raised his hands defensively, leaving Ghost by the fridge.

He flopped onto the couch near me and Gaz. “Miserable sap…”

I did my best to tune out their bickering. I stared down Gaz, tapping my fingers on the edges of my cards. I was relying on the river card – I had a chance at a four-of-a-kind, praying the last card on the table would be another seven.. It was risky, and Gaz was probably right in calling me stupid. But I was never one to back down from a challenge. I craved the thrill of it. Most of the time, I ended up getting lucky.

Gaz chewed his lip. He cocked an eyebrow, slowly pushing all of his cash to the middle of the table. “Call.” He said.

And I heard it – the telltale sign of his bluff. A fraction of a second where his voice had waivered, followed by him grinding his jaw. I knew I had it in the bag.

I was savoring the moment of triumph, watching Gaz stare at his cards, when I felt a hand on my back. I nearly spun around and yelled at whoever touched me, until I saw a gloved hand place a Yuengling bottle to my right, the lid already popped off. I faltered, staring at the bottle, feeling the hand on my back rubbing a thumb back and forth over my spine.

I glanced behind me, looking up to meet Ghost’s eyes. He was looking down at me with an empty gaze. His eyebrows twitched for a brief moment as he continued rubbing his thumb over the skin of my back.

I knew what he was suggesting. What he was asking. Put a woman on a compound with broken, touch-starved men, and eventually one of them will succumb to the temptation. Even so, I was shocked that it was Ghost. I would say he was showing a weakness here, no matter what he decided to call this – it was an admission that he needed something – something from me, specifically – which I never thought would happen.

He continued staring at me for another few moments, waiting for an answer. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I took the bottle and drank; my reply. He gave the tiniest nod, walking away and sitting down next to Soap – who was shuffling the remaining deck of cards, eyes narrowed at Gaz. He knew he was bluffing too.

I turned back to Gaz, smirking as he revealed the river card.

“You ever think about what you would say to those kids now?” I asked, tapping my beer bottle. “The ones who bullied you.”

Konig hummed. “Mm… not really. I don’t hold too much resentment.”

I chuckled. “If only we could all be a saint.”

“Well, it all happened so long ago.” Konig tried to justify himself. “We were only kids, bored and trying to stay on the surface. They just wanted to look tough so that no one would pick on them. Of course, I wouldn’t understand that as a kid. Maybe then, I would have admired what I’ve become, and I would have wanted to boast about it. But now that I am a Colonel – Ich habe besseres zu tun.”

I sarcastically rolled my eyes. “And that means?”

“Ehh…” he groaned, squinting his eyes. “How is it said… ‘I have bigger fishes to cook.’”

I sputtered, turning my head and laughing. Konig glared at me. “Gibt es ein Problem?” he asked, which I sort of understood. He sounded irritated, that much I could tell.

“No, Konig…” I said, standing up and giving him a pat on the shoulder as I walked by. “Just keep up the English lessons, ok?”

He scowled. “Verpiss dich… Start learning German and maybe I will.” He retorted, and I waved at him dismissively from behind my back.

I stuck my head into the fridge, grabbing a Yuengling and one of Konig’s beers. I walked back and placed them both next to him. Like instinct, he took each one and hooked their lid onto the edge of the table, then smacked the side of his hand down on the tops, sending the lid clattering to the ground. He opened my beer and handed it to me, then repeated the process with his, before reaching down and collecting the lids. He added them to the pile, totaling six beer lids so far.

If someone had shown me this image a year ago – Konig and I, sitting up late into the night, chatting like we’d known each other for decades… not to mention the fact that I was so unusually open with him… I would have been insulted. I would have laughed. No one would have been able to convince me that I would become so attached to anyone else after what had happened with the 141. Yet, all of this felt so natural. It was beyond how I felt that Konig and I were kindred spirits… it really did feel like I’d known him before. Maybe, he reminded me of a part of myself that I tried to bury away.

Or, maybe, I was just submitting to loneliness and trying to justify how quickly I clung to the first available soul. That was also an embarrassing possibility, one that I would rather not admit to.

“I have a question for you.” Konig’s voice and the clink of his beer bottle on the table brought me back to reality.

“I might have an answer.” I replied.

He looked off to the side, perhaps wondering whether or not he really wanted to ask the question. “Who did you kill? And why?”

Just like that, I felt the walls being built right back to where I had them. Bonding time’s over. Back to square one.

His inquiry caught me off guard. I froze, my bottle hovering in the air before I could take a sip, my eyes glued to the table. Just the mention of the incident brought the painful memories up to the surface, like claws scraping at the dirt, digging up the deepest roots.

“Lots of people.” I said, deflecting. I took a swig of my beer.

“You know what I mean.” He scoffed. “Why did you end up in military prison?” He leaned over the table – clearly not planning on letting the topic go.

I sucked my teeth, staring at him defiantly – moments ago, it was pleasant talking to him. Now, I was fighting back the urge to leave him at the table and go to my dorm. I felt ambushed at how he had changed the subject so abruptly. Like he had been waiting for me to carelessly stumble into the trap, and now he was watching me snarl from within it.

He leaned back with a sigh. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I just thought we were getting somewhere here.”

“Oh?” I said dryly, cocking an eyebrow. “’Getting somewhere?’ What’s that sup-“

“Hey, it’s ok.” He raised his hands defensively. “I get it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His words were forgiving, but his eyes said something else – I knew what he was thinking.

Weak.

I gave him a hateful stare. Fucker know how to play his cards.

“I killed a sergeant.” I admitted. “My lieutenant’s right-hand man.”

That got Konig’s attention. He leaned forward again, putting his bottle off to the side. “Why?” he asked again.

I inhaled deeply, then exhaled, as I leaned back in my chair. My eyes fell to the floor as I forced myself to recall the memories. “In Egypt, a while back. Don’t ask when because I won’t tell you.” I warned Konig, and he huffed – but obliged.

I continued. “We were going in to retrieve a hostile target. Everyone was jumpy – me included. It was dark, and we didn’t know what to expect. After the hostiles started to engage, we were scattered. I got stuck in one tower, so I went upstairs to try and make a foxhole.”

I paused. It was now my own hands, covered in dirt, clawing at the roots of the memory. Each word I said was painful, yet somehow felt overshared. Like I was trying to get Konig to pity me. Except I wasn’t – I just wanted him to listen.

And that’s exactly what he did. No comforting shoulder pat, no soothing words… he just listened. He knew that if he stepped on the wrong spot, it would break my openness, like a branch breaking under his foot would disturb the silence of the woods.

“The sergeant – ‘Flare’ – he was up there, too. I thought we’d had the same idea, but… holy fuck…” I ran a hand down my face, feeling my heartbeat grow faster. “At first, I didn’t know what he was doing, I just heard him making those sounds and I thought he’d been hit, but… he was taking advantage of this – this woman – and with her kids right fucking there… she was probably just trying to hide, to hide them, she had to be so fucking scared… he didn’t even stop when I found him, I don’t know if he even heard me screaming at him.”

I paused, almost waiting for Konig to say or do something, but he remained silent. Despite my eyes never leaving the floor, I could see his blue ones watching me carefully. Concerned, patient, and calm.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” I said, my voice faltering the slightest bit. “So I shot him. In the head.” I unintentionally shivered. “Probably traumatized that poor woman and her kids, but… quick decisions aren’t the best ones.”

I ended my rant with a heavy sip of my beer. Konig continued watching me with wary eyes, which I ignored. I didn’t need consolation, or sympathy, or whatever he might try to offer. Somehow, he seemed to understand that.

“I would have done the same thing.” He commented.

Would you?

After a moment, he exhaled. “I don’t understand… I’d say you were in the right. Why did they put you in prison for that?”

I chewed my lip. “There was… some speculation, that I was jealous of his position. We’d been close throughout my time with the team, and when he got the promotion to second-in-command, I was a bit envious at first. People thought I was taking my anger out on him in what seemed like the perfect opportunity to lie.” I took another sip. “But I was happy for him. He worked hard, and he deserved it. But then the pressure got to him – Lieutenant was always depending on him for too much, and Flare couldn’t handle the responsibility. If he slipped up, it was a lot worse than if one of the rest of us did. I guess… the pressure is what got him in the end. Made him crazy in the end. He didn’t have any morals anymore.”

More silence. It felt uncomfortably loud – Konig’s stare seemed to make my head ring, making me fidget and bounce my knee. I wanted to snap at him. What are you looking at? Why are you asking so many fucking questions? But I was able to keep my anger at bay, justifying the situation by assuming his questions were fueled by nothing more than curiosity.

I figured I had said enough for the night, and finished off the rest of my beer. I slapped my leg, the telltale sign that I was getting ready to turn in.

Konig ignored it, or seemed to not notice. “Why did you kill him?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. “Why did I? What do you mean?”

“Why kill him? Why not just… disable him for the moment, and let your commander deal with him later?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice was a second too late. “Again… in the heat of the moment, you don’t make distinctions like that. You think: ‘shoot,’ or ‘don’t shoot.’ And shooting him was the choice I made.”

Konig’s gaze became scrutinous. He knew I was lying about something… he was hellbent on figuring out what.

He’s going to have to wait a long damn time.

“Goodnight, Konig.” I said flatly. I collected my bottles, getting up from the table. With a clang, I tossed them into the bin by the exit, walking down the hall and leaving Konig sitting alone in the mess hall. I feel tears stinging my eyes, but that’s all they did. It’s all just water under the bridge, y/n. Get it together. You’re alright.

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league-of-sam · 8 months ago

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Don't Be Shy | Konig x Reader

Kӧnig x TF141 x AFAB!Reader

PART FOUR

Summary: Transferred against your will to a new task force to calm a troubled soldier, you felt way in over your head - especially when you came face to face with a 6'10" mountain of Austria. 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, human trafficking, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

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It was mission day.

Training over the last two weeks had been exhausting, but the payoff was right around the corner.

The mission was simple – get in, get the hostages, get out.

Fender had been given intel of another AQ human trafficking den on the border of Serbia, and it was KorTac’s job to get them out and get them to safety.

Simple enough, and something this task force has done a hundred times over. That didn’t stop the nerves from creeping up from within you, though. it didn't feel right, being on a mission without the 141, without your family.

How much could you truly trust the people around you?

Now you sat, clutching your rifle to your chest, surrounded by the rest of the team; all of you clad in the best tactical gear that Laswell had to offer.

You scanned the room, desperate for a glimpse of the giant man that had clouded both your heart and your brain, frowning when you came up empty.

Kӧnig had been…odd to deal with.

But you were quick to learn that that was just him. He was sweet, quiet, kind, thoughtful, fidgety. It made you like him all the more, and you were so incredibly bad at hiding it. Ghost almost had a heart attack when you admitted about your little crush, the man had to be held back by Soap, Gaz, and Price to stop him ‘coming down there to get you and shoot him’.

And people said Price was the father of the group!

After spending three hours convincing Ghost you were just fine, Kӧnig had knocked your door, ready for his next lesson. You’d made an agreement – he opened up to you, working on his issues with social interaction, and you would teach him to be a better sniper.

It worked, you thought, and you were finally breaking down some of his walls.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you so quiet and closed off?” You asked tentatively, putting your rifle back into its protective carrier.

“Was, how you say, bullied? As a child, I was always big, and the other children made many comments and hurt me.”

Your heart hurt hearing him say this. You were no stranger to bullies, having been picked on your entire childhood also.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“You do?” he said, voice surprised.

You smiled softly, “Yeah. Kids aren’t nice. Adults are even worse. Still happens every now and then, people underestimating me or thinking I don’t deserve to be here.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It is. I can understand why you wear the hood all the time, keeps people away from something else they can use.”

“Ja.”

“I sometimes wish I had something, but Ghost always told me not to go down that road. He says it’s a hard one to come back from.”

“It is true. It’s scary, revealing yourself.”

“I’m sure it is, but it’s scary wanting to cover up, too.”

“Why would you want to?”

You frowned, looking away from him as you continued to pack your things, “Because I don’t like the way I look. Sometimes, I wish people couldn’t see me.”

He looked at you, dumbfounded, “Aber du bist so hübsch. (But you’re so pretty.)”

“What?”

He blushed, looking at his shoes, “Oh, um, you are just kind. I am sad for you.”

“I’m sad for you too, Kӧnig.” You smiled, “But it’s alright. Those people mean nothing now. I used their hate to help my anxiety, and now I’m here to help you improve yours.”

“(Y/N), I think you are helping.”

“Yeah? I think so too.”

He stepped a little closer to you, his movements stopping you in your tracks.

“Ich habe noch nie ein so schӧnes gesicht gesehen, Schatz. (I have never seen such a beautiful face, sweetheart.)” He whispered, his fingers barely touching your chin as he tipped it, making you look up at him.

Your breath was caught in your throat, heat rising to your cheeks as you melted into his touch. You reached up, your hand cupping his as it moved to your cheek.

Your heart thudded in your chest as he stepped closer to you, the other hand slipping around to rest on your waist.

Before you knew it, your body was pressed against his, the two of you searching each other’s eyes for any sign to stop.

There was none, but as soon as your fingers grazed the bottom of that damned hood, moving to lift it away, the familiar jingle of the ringtone set for Price echoed around the walls.

You fumbled, stepping back from the giant, “F-fuck…I- sorry, it’s Price I-I have to take it.”

Kӧnig released a long breath as you moved away from him, whispering to himself, “Oh, mein gott. (Oh, my God.)”

He barely paid notice to you speaking with your Captain, until something you said caught his attention, making his heart shatter.

“Yes, Price,” you laughed, “As soon as the job is done, I’ll be on my merry way.”

You were leaving?

“Yeah!” you spoke again, turning to smile at him briefly, “He’s doing well, I think he’ll be fine here. No- Captain, listen…you know what Ghost is like! It’s just a job, right? So, when I’m done, I’ll be back, promise.”

What?

‘It’? Were you talking about him like that?

Did you really think of him as nothing but a mission, something for you to fix and then leave behind once the work was done?

“I’m just a job?” he said, voice small as he watched you put your phone down.

You stood confused for a moment, until you looked back at your phone, reliving the conversation with Price.

“N-no, Kӧnig, t-that’s not what I meant by that-”

“I’m just another task for you to complete before you go leaving to your elite task force, ja?”

His voice raised with every word as he angrily collected his own things. Hurt seeped from him, and you could understand exactly why.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you pleaded, “Yes, I was brought here to do a job, but you are not just a job to me. You’re a human being!”

“A human being you were brought here to babysit.”

“Yes! I was! But that wasn’t my fault! I didn’t fucking want to!”

Your frustration got the better of you, and you snapped. No, you didn’t want to be someone’s babysitter. You were an SAS-trained sniper, for crying out loud. But you’d seen someone in need and stayed.

And you were so glad you did.

But he didn’t see it that way, who could blame him?

“Okay, sergeant. Danke for the lesson.” He said, and he nodded to you, turning towards the exit.

“Kӧnig, please- don’t leave, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

He ignored you, shaking his head as he flung the door open, the noise echoing around the shooting range. You winced, tears welling in your eyes as you watched his hulking form stalk away from you.

That’s the last he spoke to you.

It was the last you’d even seen him.

For three days.

He didn’t come to the shooting range, he hadn’t been showing up for training, and he hadn’t been eating from the canteen.

You never meant to hurt him or pry too far, but it was why you were here. To help him understand about teamwork and morale, to help him understand that not every person was out to get him. But you never meant to make him feel like he was just a job, just another assignment.

In a last ditch effort, you scanned the room again, and your heart skipped a beat as blue eyes pierced yours.

He was leaning against the concrete pillar on his left, arms crossed over his vest, hip stuck out as one of his feet rested in front of the other. Your eyes examined his frame, subconsciously licking your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked even bigger with all the gear on…even better.

Kӧnig blushed furiously under your gaze, flustered as he tore his eyes away from you to look back at his superior, who’s voice was booming around the room.

“Karma!” his voice made you jump, head snapping forward, “You will be taking primary overwatch. The snipers are to follow your command.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered.

Fuck.

“Now, the mission is simple. We will take the trucks down through the mountain pass, and there is a guard under our pay to let us pass without issue on the border. Roze.” Fender spoke, passing the baton to his second in command.

“From there, Contact Team 1 will press west, taking the building from behind. Contact Team 2 will follow after breach, collecting the hostages and running them to the van that is waiting. I will be driving that.”

“The Sniper team will head east, setting up overwatch to take out any stragglers that push through from the breach, am I clear?” Fender finished.

Several voices answered in unison, nods and encouraging looks thrown around the room between comrades.

You only squeezed your gun tighter, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips.

KorTac was so different to 141.

The journey to missions would be silent, all of you quiet from the weight of what you were about to endure.

But not here.

People were chatting away, making jokes, making plans for the evening as if they were so certain they’d even make it home. It completely terrified you. The only thing keeping you alive was the promise you made to get back to your boys.

No wonder Kӧnig hated it here…so did you.

Somehow, the journey felt like it took forever, but no time at all at the same time. Something wasn’t right, you could feel it deep within you. Even the encouraging texts from the 141 group chat weren’t helping, despite Soap insisting that his flurry of memes was appropriate.

It wasn’t long until you were in position, the front of your body damp from the moisture in the grass surrounding you.

“Karma to Actual, Sniper team in position, waiting on count.” You spoke quietly, nodding to your team to settle.

“Copy that, Karma. Contact Team 1 is on route for your position.” Fender replied.

As soon as he said that, the sound of combat boots connecting with the ground flooded the air around you, legs wading past with guns held high on the target. Your heart skipped as you caught a flash of red and white stripes as Kӧnig moved past you.

He moved swiftly and silently, completely in his element.

Now was the time you’d see him in action; you’d see the crazy that everyone warned you about.

“In position, sir.” He spoke, his accent thick as he whispered into his comms, taking up position in front of the doors.

Moving the scope to settle on him, you peeked through, gasping as you saw he had no weapon at all on him. It was just him and his fists.

They genuinely did just use him as a human battering ram.

“On your count then, soldier.”

You watched him as he took a final breath before his voice flowed in your ear, “Eins…zwei…drei…

Einsetzen! (one…two…three…engage!)”

On cue, the splintering of wood echoed around the trees, and the popping of gunfire and the screams of women followed.

“Okay everyone, on your mark! Let’s clear the way.” You commanded.

One by one, you shot your rifle with ample precision, taking out the AQ soldiers that tried to escape the hands of Kӧnig, and the rest of Contact Team 1.

“This why they call you Karma?” Calisto’s voice sounded.

You let out a laugh, “Indeed it is.”

“Badass!”

As yours and König’s team cleaned out the AQ, contact team 2 made their way in to collect the hostages. That’s when you got the ‘all clear’ to move in, offering any aid needed to the poor victims.

You moved quickly, throwing your rifle over your shoulder as you stumbled down the hill towards the building, your team following swiftly behind you. The doors swung open, and a crowd of dirty and frightened women poured out, Roze pulling up with the van and ushering them in.

It was seemingly over, and you threw a small smile to Kӧnig as he helped one of the smaller girls out of the building. He looked back at you, holding your gaze for a moment, until screams and cries and yells of commands tore your attention away.

Running towards the group with a fully loaded semi-auto was a straggler, the last AQ soldier that had apparently been missed, and he was headed right for Kӧnig and the little girl.

You tossed your gun aside, not even taking a second to think, and ran as fast as your legs would take you towards them.

You ignored every order to stand down, every yell from Fender to fall back.

But no one was as quick as you to react.

You reached them just as the bullets started spraying, the force in which you banged into Kӧnig knocking him to the floor as you scooped the girl in your arms to shield her.

Somehow, you’d managed to save them both from the oncoming assault, but your complete disregard for your own life came to bite back at you as you screamed, a searing, burning pain shooting through your thigh as a bullet struck you.

Roze yelled, reaching for the child as you tossed her forward, falling to the ground when another bullet shot into your back.

Your vest protected you from deadly harm, but the force of the impact had you fall to your knees, landing on your front in a daze.

The rest of the team didn’t even get a chance to unload their own weapons into the enemy, as Kӧnig shot up, tears pricking his eyes as he ran at the soldier, tossing him into the air and bringing him back down over his bent knee.

A sickening crack of bones echoed through the valley, until silence fell, and the only sound was your laboured whimpering in the grass.

Until that wasn’t heard either.

Your body went limp.

And your vision faded to black.

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minty-mumbles · 1 year ago

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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itspronouncedtessa · 1 year ago

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The "English or continental" debate is problematic and ultimately detrimental to the community.

Every time I see one of these "are you one or the other" posts, polls, tweets (Xcreets?), blogs, vlogs, whatevers, I get so annoyed. Undies fully twisted.

So indulge me and let's get into this.

First things first:

This is not an attack on pickers or throwers specifically. Any knitting style is valid. If the end result is even, non-twisted stitches that you enjoyed putting together, you're doing it right.

That said, I have 3 major gripes with the concept of "English vs continental" knitting:

1. The terminology. The terms "English" and "continental" were coined during WWII, as continental is actually German and the English were (rightly, at the time) uncomfortable doing anything the German way, or admitting that that way could be more efficient.

As we're about 80 years removed from the war, it might be time to accept that neither is objectively better and that German isn't a dirty word. We can, and should, use English and German, or throwing and picking respectively.

2. It's exclusionary to new knitters. The whole picking vs throwing discussion has made it so that new knitters don't know there are other options. If you're new to knitting, you get the impression that these are the only two options and if you can't do either, you can't knit.

Not to mention that the overwhelming majority of patterns and instructional videos are written or made exclusively for English or German methods. Which means if you want or need to use a different style, you need the additional step and skill of translating the pattern to fit your method. This requires a certain level of understanding of the underlying techniques that new knitters don't have. (Which is why I prefer charts, but that's a whole different rant.)

3. It's exclusionary to experienced knitters who don't pick or throw. The term continental for specifically German knitting dismisses all the other non-German European styles.

An incomplete list:

Eastern, or Russian, where you purl clockwise instead of counterclockwise, mounting the stitch backwards and knitting through the back loop on the right side. Creates the same stitch, but can be so much smoother to execute. Also very useful if you're doing rows of YO, ssk, as it eliminates the need to reorient the stitches before knitting them together.

Norwegian, where you purl without the need to bring the yarn fully forward. This is hard to describe in words, so I highly recommend googling for a video on Norwegian purls. It's a game changer for rib or seed stitch.

Portuguese, where you tension the yarn at the front of the work, looping it over your neck or through a pin. My personal preferred main method. Super helpful for those of us who lack finger strength to comfortably tension at the back. Makes purling a breeze.

Irish or lever knitting. Done with straight needles and (mostly) one-handed. Extremely helpful for people with disabilities. Also one of the fastest methods. You should check out videos on this, the speed is magical.

Flicking (not exactly regional), which is right handed but instead of throwing, you move the right needle to grab the yarn. Also difficult to explain, so check out some videos on this, too. Its a very quick method with minimal wrist movement. If you have the finger strength for tensioning it's worth practicing this, as it's so quick.

All of these are valid techniques, most of them are from continental Europe, none of them are included in the question "English or continental?".

And all of the above doesn't even get into the non-western, non-English, non-European styles there must be around the world, that I can't find through Google, because the English speaking world only uses the above mentioned methods.

Also, knitters that use other methods than picking or throwing are wildly underrepresented in the community, giving the knitting scene a culturally very white, western European image. Knitting could be a far more inclusive hobby if we'd embrace all styles.

In short, we need to change the question to "tell me about your technique" and learn from each other. Combining multiple methods (I use 3 or 4 interchangeably, depending on the pattern) can increase efficiency and enjoyment. And if you're struggling in any way, there might be a technique out there that better suits your needs. Asking about English vs continental isn't going to provide that information.

So tell me about your technique, especially if you use or know of any knitting methods that aren't western or European, I would LOVE to hear about that. Let's share and celebrate all the ways we knit.

#knitting #English or continental #rant #Knitting techniques

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peaches2217 · 1 year ago

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Traduzione Non Necessarie

*Sequel of sorts to Traduzione, Per Favore?. Y'all are gonna want Google Translate/DeepL/your translation service of choice on hand for this one.

AO3 link!

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Peach pulled in a deep, steady breath, slowing and finally stopping the transfer of her magic. Five seconds. That seemed like a good number, nice and round. Her heart fluttered nervously as she withdrew her hand from Mario’s brow, waiting for a response.

She knew exactly how much magic it took to send him into a deep slumber. Anything before that point was merely guesswork. She could only hope she had guessed correctly.

At present, she didn’t put too much stake into that hope. Mario’s eyes wouldn’t open all the way, it seemed, no matter how hard he tried, and his pupils were blown so wide she could hardly see the blues of his irises. Perhaps the five seconds had still been too much.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

It took him a few moments to respond, his head lolling back and forth as he thought. “Hmm… kinda like…” He exhaled sharply, the rest of his body going into an unsteady sway. “Feel kinda like a big ole’... wet spaghetti noodle, maybe… all dizzy ‘n’... phew…”

Peach rushed to steady him before he lost his balance, planting her feet firmly into the ground so he wouldn’t immediately knock her over if that came to pass.

Too much. She would know to reign it in even further next time.

Still, as she helped him to the ground, he seemed perfectly content. He sprawled out in the fresh summer grass with his arms spread, basking in the sunlight like a photosynthesizing plant.

“Mm.” He nuzzled his cheek into a patch of grass beneath him. “Soft.”

The sight drew a fond, amused smile from Peach, and she made herself comfortable beside him.

This had become a ritual of sorts, one of their many excuses to extend their time in each other’s company. It began as a random suggestion as they chatted one day while awaiting a tardy diplomat, one that hadn’t been entirely serious: Peach’s magic could touch both the body and the mind. She had become skilled in healing, practicing on her own scrapes and bruises as far back as early childhood. Broken skin now mended instantly beneath her touch, and, with a greater deal of effort, she could even reverse infections and heal broken bones.

Her ability to manipulate the mind — or, rather, the sheer scale of that power, the tales of predecessors who had corrupted themselves beyond redemption through its abuse — terrified her. She had distanced herself from that power in response. But it still lay deep within her, whether she wanted it to or not, and the realization that she didn’t even know how to wield it scared her almost as much.

Having confided this in Mario, he had in turn offered himself as a test subject (a “geh-knee-pig,” specifically, some charming otherworldly colloquialism meaning roughly the same thing). Peach had laughed it off, at least until he brought it up again of his own volition the next time they were together.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin,” she had confessed.

“You could try shutting my brain off,” he had suggested back. “And hey! You wouldn’t even have to worry about putting me into a coma, because you could reverse that pretty easily, right?”

He had found his joke quite funny, so she never had the heart to admit she had spent his first slumbering spell obsessively checking his pulse in response. Just in case.

Mercifully it never came to that. She learned to bring him rest with increasing care, and she learned further that the sight of Mario sound asleep, all of his cares far from his mind, was among her favorite sights in the world.

Inducing sleep had become second nature to her. She wanted to practice further control, hone the fine motor skills of her greater magic. So today, she had asked to put Mario into a trance rather than full sleep, and he had happily agreed.

He would be getting sleep anyway, so it seemed.

“Forgive me,” Peach said, slipping off her high heels and setting them to her far side. He was right. The grass was lovely and soft beneath her soles.

“Huh?” was Mario’s well thought-out response.

“It was too much.”

He stretched his arms high above his head, his back arching from the force of it. “‘S’okay, Princess.” He paused to yawn noisily before continuing. “Today, I take a nap! Tomorrow we try again. I win either way!”

Always looking on the bright side. She expected nothing less from him.

She watched him as he made himself comfortable, drinking in every little detail. The pale freckles dotting his tanned skin which she had committed to memory like a star map, the single gray hair in his mustache, his unruly curls exposed from beneath his cap, which had fallen halfway off and was pinned beneath his head. The gentle arch of his thick eyebrows, the thin lines beneath his eyes… lines that were darker and more pronounced than usual, she noticed now.

Peach sighed to herself, fighting against the temptation to run a hand through his dark locks. Perhaps her slip-up was fortuitous after all.

It hadn’t come out of nowhere, Mario’s suggestion that she practice by putting him to sleep. When he wasn’t a beacon of unbridled energy, he was curled up someplace high off the ground, snoozing away. Peach always found it cute, his unabashed fondness for napping. But the more they got to know each other, the more hours they spent in aimless conversation, she had discovered it was no mere quirk. He hadn’t told anyone that he struggled to sleep at night. At least not until he told her.

He would never admit the extent of it to her. He didn’t necessarily hide or deny it, the fact that he wrestled with his own thoughts and memories more often than he cared to admit, the fact that he lived in understated but constant fear of being unavailable to protect those he was charged to protect, the fact that, when he did find sleep on his own, it was often unsteady and filled with nightmares. But he wouldn’t say any of this outright.

In learning to control her magic, Peach could help him. She could give him reprieve where he might not normally have such a luxury. But she wanted to do more. He was her dearest friend, and she loved him as such and far beyond, and she wished more than anything to be a pillar of support for him when he couldn’t support himself. After all, she knew better than to assume him invincible. He was only human.

But he refused to take her up on the offer. His burdens weren’t hers to bear, he would insist. “Not your fault I’ve got too many thoughts bouncing around this big head!” And then he’d tapped his knuckles to his head for emphasis, giving her a cheeky smile. She didn’t find it quite so amusing.

It baffled Peach. He trusted her with the control of his very mind, yet even now she hadn’t earned his full vulnerability. More than once she had wondered if his volunteerism was an invitation, or a request of sorts. Did he want her to know of these things? Did he merely have trouble articulating them? “He’s not always the best with words, you know,” Luigi had said time and again.

It would be so easy. With a single touch, she could know it all. She could see his emotional scars, the images that haunted him most, his deepest, most locked-away secrets. He wouldn’t have to tell her anything; she could just know. How deeply into his mind was she welcome to dig?

That was a line Peach refused to cross, or even entertain with any great gravity, until she was given express permission. And right now, her only permissions were to aid him in rest. She swallowed and wet her lips.

“May I?” She extended her hand to Mario once more, hoping the gesture was clear enough in his hazy state of mind. He peered up at her through heavy lids, but he nodded without hesitation, letting those lids fall shut as she touched his forehead.

Brushing his curls from his face, she closed her eyes, conjured her chosen thoughts, and let the images flow from her fingertips into his subconscious.

Normally she waited until he was asleep to do this part. Once slumber claimed him, she would fill his head with scenes of softness and warmth, vague but peaceful images that might trigger pleasant dreams. But what was the harm in getting an early start? He’d be out cold in five minutes tops anyway.

Today she transferred to him something a bit more specific: memories of their afternoons in her private garden, sharing cakes and tarts and chatting until the light faded from the sky. It was… selfish, perhaps, her hope that he might dream of her. But more than once he had told her that their shared time together meant the world to him. Such memories would no doubt bring him the most serene sleep.

Selfish urges were okay if they aided someone else too. That was her own unsteady justification.

Within moments, a smile spread across Mario’s face. “Ahh…” He turned his head in the direction of her touch, and she followed it, tapering the flow of memories and cupping his cheek. His skin was warm against her palm, the heat permeating her silken gloves. His Firebrand made his body temperature unnaturally high, he had once explained, though rarely did she get to feel the evidence for herself.

How often had she dreamed of cupping his cheek just like this, feeling him blush beneath her? How often did she use sleep as an excuse to escape into a world of fantasy, one in which he loved her just as fiercely as she loved him?

A chuckle jolted Peach back into reality. “W-what?” she asked, cautiously drawing her hand away. A wave of paranoia flooded her when Mario didn’t answer, just laughed some more.

“‘Il mio amico Mario è tondo e peloso,'” he said, and the paranoia lifted at once.

“‘Come una pesca,’” she finished. She hadn’t accidentally broadcast her selfish thoughts to his subconscious, she realized with no shortage of relief. He was remembering.

“Ah, brava, principessa!” He pressed his thumb to his index and middle fingers, his hand bouncing with each upward lilt in intonation. “Il tuo accento migliora di giorno in giorno.”

Peach couldn’t help but giggle with him. “Grazie,” she said, though she hadn’t understood most of the last part. Of all the memories he chose to cling to in his state of near-sleep, he chose the time she had accidentally and all too casually slighted him? (To be fair, it was quite funny, yes, but still.)

Reluctantly, she withdrew her touch once more, watching as he relaxed in the embrace of pleasant memories. The dark shadows beneath his eyes seemed to lighten, though whether this image was real or imagined she couldn’t say for sure.

Peach swallowed again. Her throat felt tight. These shared moments helped ease whatever struggles weighed him down, and for that she was grateful. But why couldn’t he bring those struggles to her before they robbed him of sleep? Why couldn’t he let the world fall from his shoulders long enough to entrust some of that weight to her?

“Mario?”

“Mm?”

She wrung her hands together, making her best effort to separate familiar sounds into still-new words. “Sai che puoi… dirmi… qualsiasi cosa,” she managed at last. You know you can tell me anything.

Mario’s face lit up in recognition, and she couldn’t help but be proud of herself. She’d never said it aloud herself before. It was always him saying it to her during their informal Italian lessons, encouraging her past her embarrassment, egging her on to ask questions no matter how silly she feared they might be.

“Oh, dai, sai che puoi dirmi qualsiasi cosa,” he’d say, nudging her if he was near enough, equal parts teasing and sincere. “Lo so,” she had learned to say in response, nudging him back if she was able.

Maybe she could get through to him this way, speaking to him in his native tongue when he was too tired to put up his guard. Maybe he would give her a “Lo so” of his own, and maybe, just maybe, he would follow through.

But that wasn’t the response Mario gave her. “Mm… davvero?” he said instead, his voice quiet with what Peach presumed was encroaching slumber. “E se ti dicessi che sei il mio sole e stelle? Questo la non turberebbe?”

A few moments passed in silence. Peach didn’t recall practicing any phrase set resembling this. Yet he was looking up at her, fixedly, as though he were expecting an answer to whatever question he had just posed.

There was something… oddly sad in his expression. He didn’t seem distraught, and no tears welled in the corners of his eyes, but his usual cheer was muddied with a sort of melancholy.

She didn’t like this feeling. She didn’t like seeing him like this. Her stomach turned and leapt painfully, as though urging her to do something.

“...Mind repeating that?”

Mario didn’t repeat himself. He redirected his eyes upward, focusing that sad smile on the sky above them, and Peach followed his gaze, a bit miffed. A fluffy cloud passed overhead amidst more modest and wispy offerings. It looked rather like a Jammyfish.

“Peach,” he said after a moment of silent contemplation, and that caught her attention, because she was never Peach. Even when he stood at her side as her trusted guard, even when he took her hands and pulled her from the castle grounds, urging her to follow him to some great sight waiting for her in town, even when they walked privately through rolling fields and let their shared presence ease countless unvoiced burdens, she was always Princess. Sometimes Principessa, rarely Your Highness, but never Peach.

She wanted desperately to hear her name on his voice again.

Closing his eyes, Mario laughed, that giddy, sleepy laugh she knew she could never get enough of, and granted her wish. “Oh, Peach,” he repeated, his coherency rapidly slipping away, “there’s so much I want to tell you.”

That deep and unidentifiable sadness deepend in Peach’s gut. “Then why not tell me?” She startled at the desperation that leaked into her tone, clearing her throat in impulse and praying he hadn’t heard it. Why not trust me when you’re awake as much as you trust me when you’re asleep?

“Mi perdonerei mai,” he slurred.

“Mario, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

He hummed a torpid apology, folding his arms beneath his head. “Well,” he rephrased, “I’m just… I dunno. You know? I am. And that’s not…” He shrugged. “And then you… you’re…”

“I’m…?” Peach pressed, fearing she already knew the answer. You’re a princess. That was one of his very few quirks that frustrated her. Never mind that he was only human, and never mind that she was his best friend. She was a princess, and he was a hero, and it was his sacred duty to internalize anything he feared might burden her, no matter how desperately she wished he would lean on her, be vulnerable with her, trust in her.

His answer was buried beneath a yawn, so quiet she almost didn’t catch it: “You’re everything.”

Birdsong and the distant chatter of groundskeepers carried the silence that ensued.

You’re everything. Those two words swirled around Peach’s brain in a dizzying cyclone. What did that mean? You’re everything, a ruler and a leader and a friend, and I could never bother you with my own problems ? You’re already doing everything you can and telling you about the things you have no sway over just isn’t worth it ?

“You’re everything,” he might say one quiet evening, somewhere in the midst of soft kisses and tender touches, and she would tell him then that he was her everything too.

Peach clenched her teeth.

She had found the courage just a few weeks earlier to ask how one might express love in his native tongue, “like I might say to Toadsworth or you might say to Luigi.”

She hadn’t expected to learn that there was more than one way to say it. “Ti voglio bene,” he told her. “That’s how I’d say it to Luigi or to Toad — or to you!”

And how would your mother have said it to your father? How would I say it to you ? Peach couldn’t even begin to amass that sort of courage.

Mario lay still beside her, his chest rising and falling evenly. Her fingers twitched.

She could dig as deeply as she liked. She could see his every thought and he wouldn’t know, so long as he didn’t wake. She could finally know those things he refused to tell her, she could know his struggles intimately, she could finally begin formulating ways to really and truly help him.

At the very least, she could see for herself what dreams ran through his head at the moment. Was he dreaming of her, just as she dreamed each night of him?

…Perhaps she could sway his mind far deeper still. Perhaps she could make him…

Balling her hands into fists, Peach sighed, laying back in the grass. She understood now more than ever how her predecessors had so easily become drunk on this power. But she wasn’t her predecessors. And she wouldn’t betray what trust Mario had freely given her.

Sei il mio tutto.

Maybe one day she could say as much. Maybe one day she would stop creating fantastical scenarios in her head, and she would stop wanting more than she was already blessed with, and she would stop being so selfish and be content with meeting Mario where he was rather than wishing for more, more, more.

Maybe she could say it then, when she truly deserved to.

#super mario bros #smb #mario #princess peach #mareach #mario x peach #phew! nearly 3k words! longest I've written in a bit #peaches' fancy fics #also I don't think the title is grammatically correct but shhhhhh #I worked hard to make sure the rest is so I'm granting myself that liberty 😆

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degenerateworm · 27 days ago

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holaa, me encanta como escribes y queria pedirte tal vez algunos headcanons de pocketcat (el lector le corresponde en sus sentimientos)

I am so sorry my beautiful anon, I am as thick as a brick, and I only speak English. I am very sorry to disappoint, and I'd love to answer your ask precisely, but I'm afraid I only have a basic level of education.

From what little Spanish I know though, and the admitted help of the ever dubious Google translate, I think you are asking for headcanons for Pocketcat with the reader reciprocating his feelings?

Do tell me if I am wrong! And thank you for your request, my friend!

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Pocketcat, with his ever delusional outlook on life, would absolutely adore a reader that reciprocates his feelings.

This would admittedly put the reader in a safer position with him, as he feels he does not need to force his love upon them in any dangerous ways, rather he would come waltzing up to them looking for kisses that his partner would gladly give.

He purrs so loudly and so hard around you often, even on sight! When you hold him, you can practically feel the vibrations in his chest as he becomes a happy little truck motor.

"Prrr... You know just how to spoil a partner!"

Get ready for SO much purple cat hair on every item of clothing you own!! Nothing is safe from his shedding, not even the inside of your mouth.

And biscuits!

If you ever get him into a state of absolute relaxation, with maybe some pets and kisses to his soft little head, his paws will start to knead on any available surface.

He is rather strong, so you will have to notify him if he starts to push too hard, or if you can feel the prick of his claws through your clothes.

"Oops... Ah, I just got a little too excited..!"

And it wouldn't be Pocketcat without something perverse, now would it?

Pocketcat LOVES to have his hands on you, at any possible time. An arm slung over your shoulders, wrapped around your waist, cradling your cheeks...

And you're just so adorable in his hands, how can he not go further..?

Expect to be pinned against various surfaces often, caged by Pocketcat's large, furry form, with his hands tugging impatiently at your clothes.

"Oh darling... Huff... You're just irresistible! Be a good partner... Huff... Take care of what you caused, hm..?"

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I won't go into full nasty as you hadn't requested it, but I hope this was acceptable! Thank you for your request!

#worm mail #fear and hunger #yandere #yandere pocketcat x reader #yandere pocketcat

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year ago

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 5

Part 4 | part 6

↝a/n: I don't want to hear a single thing about the French being wrong. I had to use Google so blame it. Anyway, sorry this is late, been very busy and been stressing.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: slightly proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, Google translated French, pinning

↝⎙ 8.12.23

Robin couldn't help but admire you as you caught your breath.

Writing a decent essay in French wasn't going to be easy, which is why this is the 3rd day in a row Robin had invited you over after school to finish the partnered project.

To be honest, the essay was long forgotten. You two were just going through phrases in French at this point. Well, Robin was teaching you more French. You just couldn't wrap your head around it, no matter how hard you tried.

After you were paying so much attention to her mouth and the way it moved, you couldn't help but find it hilarious, and in turn, Robin began laughing too.

It was probably around 9 by now, and you two had barely any of the paper done, but you kept wanting to hear her talk. For educational purposes, obviously.

“tu es belle.” (you're beautiful) Robin wasn't worried about you knowing what she was saying. It honestly felt freeing to be able to admit things openly, with you not knowing what it was she was saying.

She adored how you looked at her so confused, with your eyebrows furrowed. Her hand was practically shaking from not being able to lean forward and wipe the wrinkled skin away.

“tu es magnifique aujourd'hui" (you look beautiful today) She kept teasing you.

“Are you going to tell me what you're saying?”

“No, I don't think I will.”

You smiled, basking in how comfortable you felt around her at that moment. You wish it could stay like this. Neither of you broke eye contact as she continued, “Tes yeux brillent si joliment aujourd'hui. Le ciel nocturne devrait être jaloux.” (Your eyes are shining so beautifully today. The night sky should be jealous.)

“I should probably pay more attention in class.” You chuckled, looking down at your lap, fiddling with the cover of the notebook. Robin was back to admiring you and your blushing cheeks.

“You're cute.” Robin's smile dropped; her whole being scared of what she just said… out loud…to the person she'd fancied for what felt like forever. She wanted to disappear right then and there.

“What?” You glanced up from your notebook, still smiling- as if you hadn't heard what she had said.

“I said you look like a fruit.” Pushing away the feeling of wanting to kick herself for her stupidity on the situation, the choice of words had her internally spiraling. What kind of answer was that? You certainly do not look anything like a fruit.

“That doesn't even make sense.”

“Well I'm sleep-deprived.” She pulled her blanket closer to her, wrapping it around her body to find any comfort. “And it's tu ressembles à un fruit.”

After a moment, you nodded, before standing up and gathering your stuff. “It's getting late.”

“Yeah-yeah, uh,” She flung the blanket off, standing to help you gather everything sprawled across her bed and floor. “I guess we lost track of time.”

“Yeah.” Flinging your backpack over your shoulder, you pointed at her door. “I can show myself out. You need to be getting ready for bed-wouldn't want to keep you up any later.”

“A-alright. Yeah, bye. Be careful.” She stayed standing in that spot even after you closed her bedroom door.

She was not sleeping tonight; she already knew that much. She'd stay up all night thinking about you. And how you looked when you smiled or laughed. A joyous sight and sound, really.

Your leg shook from nerves.

“Can you stop? You're shaking the car.” Nancy glared at you from the rearview mirror.

Digging your nails into your thigh, you stopped them from shaking anymore. “Sorry.”

Robin glanced back, noting your nervousness. “It's going to be okay.” Her voice was barely over a whisper.

“What if it's not? Two of our friends have already died because of this Vecna creep. We have no way to contact Mike or any of the Byers. What if something is happening up there too? I mean, they should've called by now. Mike promised he would call when he got up there-”

“We haven't been home, y/n.”

“I was! He didn't call all yesterday.”

“He's having fun with his friend and girlfriend. Calm down.”

Robin's eyes went back and forth between you and Nance. You were usually calm, or made it seem that way. Ever since you woke up in a frenzy, you had seemed on edge.

“What if he's not?” You whispered one last time, as Nancy pulled up to the school.

“We don't have time to think about that right now. Come on.”

"It was here. Right here.” Max was almost hysterical as she kept repeating the same thing over and over since you ran into the school. She kept talking about a grandfather clock in the wall.

If you were anyone else, you would be calling her crazy, maybe even making a phone call to the nearest psych ward.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy almost seemed bored as she asked.

“It was so real and then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something.” Dusting spoke, “Exactly like Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” A cold hill went down your spine, causing goosebumps to make your arm hair stand up. Folding your arms over your chest, you continued to pay attention.

Max turned around. “That's not even the bad part.”

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help.” You looked at the files on the desk. “Uh, they both were having headaches-bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then-then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things. Bad things…from their past.” The desk slowly creaked as you leaned against it, giving Max your full attention. “And these visions-- they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended.” Your eyes shot down to the ground.

What were you to do about all of this? This is too much for this group that consisted of teens and young adults. Before, you had El. But now, she was in California, without any powers.

Robin's voice broke you out of your thoughts that were running a mile a second. “Vecna's curse.”

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago.”

“She kept asking for medicine almost every time I saw her.” She had taken nearly 2/3 of your medicine on your side table.

“Fred's started 6 days ago.” The blood from you biting your lip tasted salty and like metal. “I've been having them for 5 days.”

The air in the room became stale, almost like the air fell flat. “I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so,” Max's breath became uneven, “Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

A loud click made you jump and turned to where the sound came from.

“Stay here.” Steve looked at you guys, before walking towards the door. Before he opened it, he grabbed the lamp.

Not listening, you all stood and walked after him, through the dark school halls.

You could hear his uneven breathing from where you were. Or maybe that was you. You couldn't really tell at this point.

The sound continued as you walked behind Steve. It clattered, almost sounding like rapid running.

It grew louder until something came around the corner. Everyone screamed, Steve held the lamp up, going to strike, as your arms went up in the air, flashlight clattering to the floor as you turned on your heels, going to grab the nearest person. No matter how much you tried to move, your feet stayed in place, causing you to double over and fall onto your knees, bringing the person with you.

“It's me!”

“Lucas?!”

“It's me!” Lucas looked as if he were about to cry. You would too if you had nearly gotten beaten to death by a lamp.

“Holy shit!” You fell back onto your butt, facing the scene.

“Jesus!” Steve yelled, bringing the lamp back down to his side. “What is wrong with you, Sinclair?!”

Lucas tried to catch his breath with his hands on his hips, nearly doubling over. "I'm sorry."

Robin, who you had taken down with you, stood and held her hand out to help you up. You held up your finger, “I need a second.” You might've peed yourself a little.

“I could've taken you out with this lamp!” Steve shook the lamp in his grip, furious.

“Sorry, guys.” Lucas continued to pant, “Sorry. I was… I was biking for eight miles.”

Grabbing Robin's hand, you let her pull you up.

“Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas continued to pant through his words, “We've got a code red.”

“What?”

“Dustin,” He walked forward, “I've been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they've gone, like, totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is.” He spoke as fast as he could, while also trying to breathe. “You're in terrible danger.”

“Alright. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason right now.” Dustin looked back and Max, Lucas following him.

After Nancy and Robin came up with the plan about being Ruth and Rose, your leg went back to shaking, and your teeth went back to biting into your lip, taking chunks out.

While everyone was getting a bit of shut-eye last night, you were wide awake. There wasn't really a thought that took up more space in your head than the other 10 thousand. Every time you tried to shut your eyes, Chrissy's face was painted on the back of your eyelids. Occasionally, you could hear her screams when you tried to tune out Steve's snoring. Max hadn't gone to bed, she stayed sitting at the desk, writing. What, you hadn't gotten a clue.

Currently, Steve was following Nancy after he had been stuck on babysitting duty yet again.

“Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think I'm babysitting again.” Coming out of your room, you pulled the new, clean clothes closer to your body and walked after him into her room.

“Okay, first of all, they're not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger.”

Steve scoffed at her as you plopped on her bed, wrinkling her made bed.

“She needs people around her.”

“I know. But why does it always have to be me?”

“Y/n is here too.” Nancy reminded, pointing at you.

“Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster.” Robin walked into the room, going straight for the poster and side table. “You have a Tom Cruise poster.” She turned and smirked at Nancy, who was going through her closet.

“That's…old. It's just…"

Robin laughed before digging into the table,

“Can you please not touch anything?”

You leaned over, looking at whatever Robin was going through.

“I just- I can't do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I dunno. I could turn on my…my charm.”

“Not the charm we need.”

“Ouch.”

“No, I just,” Nancy sighed, stepping away from the closet. You followed Robin with your eyes as she stood and moved to the dresser. “I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world. If we're going to win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too.”

Robin opened the music box that laid on top of the dresser, music softly played as Nancy continued to talk, softening the blow. “That, like him, we are true academic scholars.”

“Holy shit.” Robin whispered, turning around to show the music box. “There's a little ballerina in here.” She bit her lip.

Looking away, you tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. She was so cute.

Steve began nodding his head, turning back to Nancy. “Academic scholar. She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.”

Rolling her eyes, Robin closed the box, putting it back.

“No, but…” Robin scoffed, turning around. “She will.”

Nance held up a pink dress.

“Oh, please tell me that you're joking.”

"They're not answering.”

Sighing, you slammed the phone back into the wall.

“They're probably out.”

“You said that for the last 4 calls. It's been over an hour.”

Dustin walked over, “Y/n, Mike is most likely out having fun with El and Will. Please, calm down.”

“Yeah,” Sighing again, you plopped back into the couch, "Yeah, you're probably right."

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kenora-pizza · 5 months ago

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Here is "Toby's Tightrope" destroyed by Google Translate, for @unpopularvivian!

Enjoy!

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Camping Theme

One day, Percy crashes into a rock wall while looking for rocks to put in his car. Snow here and there. It didn't sound like that. Percy wasn't scared. Mavis discovers a new diesel engine hidden in the rocks.

"Wait a minute, Mavis," he told her.

Mavis has car trouble.

"The coach didn't listen to his advice. He said Toby didn't do anything wrong in the game. Toby cheated."

"Toby lost the car in front of you." "Okay, you can park wherever you want," Percy said. "Now, excuse me, but please carry this rock to the fence."

Mavis loves Percy, but refuses to listen to his advice.

"How can I get an invitation from Toby?"

Side jobs are hard. Mavis walked down the road to look for the car Toby wanted. I started making plans.

"We can solve this problem by using a shorter Tobin curve," he told the manager.

The driver drove without thinking.

A few days later, everything changed. When the ice melts, holes will appear again. The train was very heavy, so Mavis had to walk a long way to get to Toby. The rest is up to you. He does not admit his mistake and continues on his way.

"Do you want to keep it a secret?" I asked about the car.

Hahaha! Let's say it. "

"Do you want to see me in public without telling anyone what I'm doing?"

Fix the car. Toby arrives just after Mavis leaves.

So he decided to do it. The car decided to run it. They crashed into the wall on the right side, and Toby's chest fell out. This is a traffic signal.

"Of course!" He yelled loudly.

Toby leaves. Behind him is a car full of violence and violence. No one knew that the bridge would collapse and become ice. Even now he feels like he was struck by lightning.

"It's okay now!" Toby yelled.

The driver was going to drive. They headed towards the bridge. It doesn't matter now. The driver of the car was detained. Toby is on a train driving a rock band with thin tires. Mavis surprises him and goes to help him. As soon as Toby gets off the bus, he is stopped by a flight attendant. He helps Toby escape.

(She saves Toby) "Sorry about the car," Mavis said in her heart. - I don't know how I could have stopped him in time.

"That's right," said Brother Toby. "The Circassians say that it's too much, but I don't want to say that."

The fat checker finally appeared.

"The most obvious thing." "It's impossible," he said. "Yes, Mavis, I hear you."

"This car is my fault, sir." This is wrong. "But if you dare …"

"What shall we do?"

"Toby, why don't you come back and tell us what you were doing?"

"That's good," said the raiding inspector. "If the owner leaves."

Then this decision was made. Mavis, on the other hand, is very happy, which intrigues Inspector Gear.

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte toby #ttte mavis #ttte percy

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soracities · 1 year ago

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God I had such a wonderful literature teacher in high school. It pains me to admit that I spent most of his classes either sleeping or daydreaming about death and other equally depressing subjects. I remember thinking even then, I used to like books. Why can't I get myself through this readings why are all of these poems so lifeless to me? And like the rest of my classmates I just googled the Spanish equivalent for SparkNotes for all the readings and got a 10 in every exam. Now I find myself seeking out those same poems and sonnets and books and wishing I could turn back in time to actually listen to this passionate guy who had been all over Europe and knew 5 languages and lived so much and was so specific about which translation to get for every poem and have strong opinions about 10 other translations. I just want to grab my past self and shake them hard and scream "WAKE UP!!!!!! This thing you're ignoring right now will be the only spark of hope and joy you will find in your 20s please it's can save your life NOW if you manage to open your eyes and ears for a little bit"

Now I'm getting a degree in english, and I'm an auxiliary teacher at a primary school and it really feels a bit depressing to know that sometimes not even a great, passionate and talented teacher can make someone with an underlying interest in the subject actually pay attention and enjoy a high school class. Or maybe I was just an idiot and it's a me problem. Or maybe literature is meant to pass you by the first time around and make you go and get it out of your own will at your own time.

I think there's definitely something to be said for finding the right literature at the right time, absolutely--but I also think the fact that you still remember this teacher and the incredible passion and attentiveness he brought to those classes, that you are holding this recognition close to you now, even if you weren't able to give it the attention you wish you had at the time, counts for something, too 💕 in spite of everything something of his teaching still remained with you, even if it's being appreciated after the fact, and I think that, for most teachers, that impact alone means a great deal! Maybe you didn't appreciate the class itself, but you are appreciating the poems and those outlive every classroom and what greater influence is there than that? (And sometimes it's not even the subject itself that remains with you, but the actual teacher. I had an incredible English teacher also, but I know the impact she left on some of my friends had little to do with the poems and plays and everything to do with who she was as a person, and this is, I think, one of the most important things that come from a marvellous teacher)

I don't think you were an idiot at all--I think that whatever you were going through at the time must have been so immense, and as frustrating as it is to look back and wish you could have managed things differently, I think it's so important to allow yourself some grace for the fact that who you are now, looking back, and who you were then, are two different people--some circumstances, I think, are beyond a pupil and a teacher's control but we do the best we can with what we have, and what you have now, and what you had back then, probably look very, very different. Have you ever considered reaching out to your former literature teacher? Writing a letter or an email to let him now what you feel about his classes now, being older, and what this recognition means to you?

I think it's amazing that you are where you are now, with the passion you have now, and also with the awareness, even if you couldn't appreciate it at that time, of what a passionate teacher can bring because it will help make you a more attentive and better teacher as a result. I think teaching is one of those vocations you need to love with your entire being and if you can bring that love and that attentiveness with you to the best of your ability at any given time, then this counts for something, even if not immediately in the classroom itself 💕

#i wish you the best with your teaching and the rest your degree anon!!!#i think also sometimes the impact of certain classes and teachers are things you dont always realise until much later. and i dont think tha #is necessarily a flaw on your part #i think its just the way of things as you get older and gain new perspectives and are able to put your past experiences into a more detaile #framework and understand it more fully. and even if appreciation and gratitude come late they are still things you can use in your life as #you move forward from this point on and allow them to inform your future interactions <3 #ask #anonymous

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 year ago

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Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

(Masterlist)

Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Klaus teased. "I might just want to keep my body clean."

"Nooooo I miss them..." she whined. "It's only five of them!"

"Six actually, I had the umbrella on my wrist, the tiger, the skull, the palm tattoos, and Dave's temple."

Victoria sat up with the most confused look on her face. What did he just say?

"Did I hear it right? Dave's temple? What do you mean?"

"It's Thai I think, I got it done when I was with him."

"And what does it say?" She asked, suddenly very queasy.

"Um... it says Klaus loves Dave," he admitted, thinking it would be better she heard from him than googling it later and finding out he lied.

Victoria stared at him agape, seething with anger that raised up her chest. Her husband immediately noticed and winced, scared of her reaction.

"What the FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her voice was raised along the sentence until she was screaming. "KLAUS, HOW COULD YOU? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

"To be very honest, I don't even remember getting this tattoo at all, I don't remember if I asked for the writing or if Dave did... I was so drunk," Klaus chuckled, not really understanding the severity of the can or worms he just opened. He thought laughing it off would make it better, as it usually does.

Victoria felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She was there too, she was in Vietnam for 10 months stripping to have a roof over her head and he didn't seem to miss her enough to want anything to remember her by.

It felt like a betrayal not only because he had an ex's name on his body, but also because this ex had treated Klaus like shit the last time they met and that was something she could never forgive.

"And in all this time you couldn't have made a tattoo for me? Guess you don't love me that much after all," she murmured.

"We're married, we have a baby on the way! I've been pining after you since we were little kids. How can I not love you?" Klaus clutched his chest, feeling quite hurt by her doubt, but knowing her pregnancy hormones certainly played a big role in how this discussion was progressing.

"Right? I thought you did too, crazy how wrong we can be sometimes..."

"I never got a tattoo of your name because you always told me you thought it was lame! I wanted to when we moved out, remember?"

It was true, he asked her what she'd think of him tattooing her name on his forearm along with his in a heart like a carving on a tree two lovers would do as children.

She refused and said that was incredibly tacky, he disagreed, but never brought it up again.

"That doesn't mean you can just go and get someone else's name!" She screamed, leaving him behind while caressing her stomach.

"Liebchen, falls ich wissen sollte was Liebe bedeutet, liegt es an dir*," Klaus followed as he whispered in her ear. "Ich will für immer bei dir sein**."

"Stop it!" Vicky whined. "I don't wanna be charmed right now!"

"Do you want me to get a tattoo for you?" He finally asked, maybe she would finally agree to the carved heart idea.

"No! Nothing you can get will ever top this massive temple on your stomach! It's huge and you've done it first. I can't believe I had sex with you looking at that!"

"I will close my back with your face if that makes you happy, I'll get your name in bold letters on my forehead, I'll get a 'property of Victoria Maria Hargreeves' on my ass! Just please tell me how to make you happy? I wanna fix this."

"Well too bad, you can't make me happy, Klaus!"

That was a first, not once had Vicky been so unforgiving. He was somewhat used to getting away with everything when it came to her, she would make excuses even for his stupidest behaviors.

It was a punch in the gut to hear that, especially being so full of trauma as he was. She had left him once back when they were younger, what would stop her from taking a job in another country and taking their child away? Maybe she was done with him and he would once again lose someone he loved more than himself.

That idea brought tears to his eyes and an almost unbearable pain to his chest. He wanted to drink, he wanted to smoke, he wanted to get his hands on any sort of drug he could find and get high enough to forget everything, but he couldn't. He was a father now.

"I did love Dave, but you know there wasn't a single moment I didn't think of you back then," Klaus dropped to his knees in front of her. "Yeah, he made me see I could be brave and strong. You were always brave for me and much stronger, you were my shield and he showed me I could stand on my own and maybe even protect you someday."

"That man punched you in the face, he came by just to tell you off! How can you see someone like that as anything more than a bigot?" Victoria cried, turning away, not wanting to face him.

"Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who they are and being able to express it like me," he shrugged. "I'm not angry at him as much as I'm angry at the world that made him feel like that's how he should treat me."

"I'm mad at him, it was his fist on your face, not anyone else's."

Klaus nodded, she had all the right to feel this way. He understood and wanted to say that, but he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and prompting her to leave again. He couldn't stand losing her a fifth time.

"Victoria, I'm sorry," he took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. "I know I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're probably the reason why I'm even alive. I'd never be able to take all the abuse without you there. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed.

Vicky couldn't help how misty-eyed she got as well, the first memory she had of him came into her mind.

They were probably around three or four, they were playing with paper dolls they drew themselves while Grace watched from her charging station.

"I wanna marry a big strong man and have two babies, a boy and a girl," she said.

"I'll be a big strong man!" Klaus pouted, his lip quivering with jealousy at the idea she might be imagining someone else.

"What? Who do you wanna marry?" She asked.

Klaus took their dolls and made them kiss, imitating the noise with his mouth. "I wanna marry a Vicky!"

Pulled back to the present, Victoria looked down at the pitiful look on her husband's face and pulled him into her arms.

He sighed, crying even harder and placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"When have I ever been able to stay angry at you? It hurts so bad that you didn't do anything for me, but-"

"If I knew for a second that's what you wanted, I would have! I swear!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "If you wanna get the temple again with the rest of your tattoos, that's okay."

"No, I won't do that," Klaus shook his head, the idea of hurting her again was too painful. "The past is in the past. I'm forever grateful for him and what he did for me, but you and Fortune are my future."

That night Klaus went out to get dinner, hoping some junk food would cheer Vicky up. On the way, he stopped by a beautiful garden in the park and sat down.

He carefully took off Dave's dog tags and held them close to his heart once more. He then dug a hole among the flowers with his fingers and placed the necklace there, covering it as best as he could.

"I think this is a nice spot for you to rest," Klaus smiled to himself. "Thank you, Dave, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you saved me."

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That week Klaus tried to be extra loving, he did everything to show Vicky she meant the world to him and he loved her with all his heart and soul. He cooked (badly, but still), cleaned, took every chance to compliment her, kiss her, cuddle her...

When his tattoo appointment finally came, he had already decided he wanted to make a nice surprise for his wife. Or two.

So on the first day, he got the tiger on his back, the Sky Soldiers skull on his arm, the hello and goodbye on his palms, and even the umbrella on his wrist (something he really wanted, as to never forget where he came from and the pain he endured).

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Vicky thought that was it. Only a couple of weeks after, Klaus went back for his second appointment while his wife worked on her new business. She had been very busy with everything regarding the bakery she was planning to open, something she wanted since she was 12.

"Hey, Liebling! How are we doing today?" He came back a few hours later with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great, can you try this?" She offered him a cinnamon roll from the tray she had just pulled out of the oven.

"It'll be my pleasure," Klaus took a large bite and moaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, my God! This is so good, you haven't lost your touch."

"Thank you, but you're not just saying that? It needs to be good enough to sell," Victoria asked hesitantly.

"I promise you, it's perfect. I'd buy a dozen right now," he insisted, taking another bite. "It's really buttery, the perfect amount of cinnamon, so soft.."

"Aww I'm glad! You can eat as many as you want, just save some space for dinner," she winked at him as she washed her hands. " What would you like, by the way?"

"Oh well, anything that isn't too greasy, also no pork for me," Klaus smirked. "Not until I heal."

"Heal? What did you do?" She asked.

He simply unbuttoned his flowy blouse and exposed his back where he had now a tarot card.

"The Wheel of Fortune," Vicky murmured with a soft chuckle. "That is so sweet! I bet she'll love it and I do too."

"Oh but that's not all," he pulled the sleeve to expose his forearm.

Klaus had a pretty big tattoo of a rectangular window, the window from their first flat which went from floor to ceiling. He also had the skyline that was visible from their living room and in front of it, his silhouette dancing with Victoria's just like they used to do when they were kids.

"Klausie! This is... this is so beautiful," Vicky choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not? I love you," he giggled. "See? They are dancing together forever, they'll never ever be apart, just like I wish we never had."

Without another word, she jumped into his arms capturing his lips passionately. That was so much better than anything she could've come up with, it was the most romantic thing he had ever done. Declaring his love and saying so much without even needing words.

"So I take it you liked it?" Klaus grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love it... You're a big strong man, Klausie. You're my dream come true."

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @seanfalco @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

*I only know what love is because of you

** I want to be with you forever

#umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #fanfic #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #tua fanfic #tua imagine #tua klaus #tua #the eighth child #drabble

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megumar · 11 months ago

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i translated 鶴子's oldtakak doujin because i need me some old men yaoi before this year ends!! (🔞 R-18/NSFW 🔞)

i had such an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER translating this-- it went from wholesome > shocking > funny > frustrating > wholesome and funny again > frustrating again > sentimental > horny > shocking again > horny again > and then sentimental again… this took me almost a week LOL i hope i did this right---

the translations might not be 100% correct (i used google translate), also this doujin was supposed to take place on christmas day but that day is obviously over so… happy holidays then! ✨

pg.1

❤️ 40 years old JoKa fabrication warnings ❤️

❤️ JoKa in their 40s who are married and living together. ❤️ A romantic comedy about Jotaro who goes back to when he was a teenager. ❤️ I want to dress these old men in school uniforms! This is that kind of book. Merry Christmas! ❤️ R-18

pg.2

(on a snowy evening…)

pg.3

J : *enters house* Kakyoin, I'm home. Sorry for being late… K : *off screen* Welcome home, Jotaro! J : *looking around* Kakyoin? K : Please wait just a bit… K : I was taking in the laundry! Great job today. (woah, it's so cold~) K : I've finished preparing the bath and dinner, too. What will you do? K : Ah! Or, do you want to do me first? ❤️ Dr. Kujo is naughty~ ❤️❤️ (just kidding~ ❤️) J : Well, that's not bad either. But before that… J : Lend me that. K : The laundry? I'll clean them up. J : No, I went to the beach the other day, so most of it must be mine.

pg.4

J : I'll be the one to clean them up. You must be tired from work too. K : No, it's fine. I'll do it, you can just rest, so give it to me! J : No. (hmph…) K : Alright… Then let's do it together. J : Mm… K : But thank you for helping me, Jotaro. *smooch* K : After cleaning up, shall we take a bath together? K : (i'll wash your back too~ ❤️ just kidding~) (later…) K : ……

pg.5

J : *folds the laundry* K : … Noho~ Hohoho~ J : … What is it, Kakyoin? Is my way of folding really that strange? K : No, sorry. K : The image of the world's greatest Dr. Kujo folding laundry… I've always thought you were kind of cute. J : … I don't get it. K : Don't you think it suits you in a good way? Though it feels weirdly mismatched. K : Didn't you help out when you were a student? At Ms. Holly's, I mean. (H : here ❤️ Jotaro ❤️ your change of clothes~ ❤️) (J : ……) J : … Well, I was a kid, after all. K : Nohoho! You've matured enough to admit it! Look, just give me a little smile. J : ? Why. K : Come ooon…

pg.6

K : You look even older when you're silent. (oh no~) J : ! J : I don't care about appearances anymore, but I'd hate it if you hated me… Kakyoin. *smiles warmly* K : Aaah~~ I love you, Jotaro~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *nuzzle nuzzle* J : Hey, hey. Easy, Kakyoin, easy. K : Nohoho… You laugh in a way I can't imagine from you when you were really young. J : Is that so? Does that mean the old me is better? K : That's not what I meant… The old days were good, but now I'm satisfied enough. K : …… K : … I don't know if you're satisfied though.

pg.7

(*stares at each other*) K : *sweats* Eh? What is it now… Jota- J : I have no complaints. I'm so satisfied that I'm satisfied. J : … It's just… K : I-It's just…? *badump badump* J : … No, there's nothing to say now. *stands up* I'm going to take a bath. K : J-Jotaro…? K : *grips Jotaro's arm with HG* Jotaro, wait!! Did I do something--

pg.8

(Jotaro tripped over the laundry bucket and falls) K : !! JOTAROOO!! (later…) (Jotaro wakes up) K : Jotaro…! Jotaro!

pg.9

K : Aah, thank goodness! Sorry, I grabbed your arm all of a sudden… It made a lot of noise, but does it hurt?? (HG : i'm sorry---) K : Jotaro? J : …… K : I made it into an ice pillow, but I wonder if you'll catch a cold if I let it get too cold… Are you cold? Are you okay?? K : Ah, I'll bring a regular pillow if you don't mind. Would you like to drink something anyway? Can you get up? K : I never thought you'd hit your head so hard that you would faint… J : … K : It's my bad habit to get Hierophant out right away… K : … Hey, Jotaro… K : Why don't you say anythi-- NGH!? J : *grabs Kakyoin's mouth* So noisy.

pg.10

J : Shut up, you idiot. You're so loud. K : !? J : … Hey, you look a little different, but you're Kakyoin… right? K : *thinking* This tone… No way-- J : I see… That's what it's about. J : I must be around that age, too… Tch… Shit. I can't remember anything. K : Th-Then, what do you remember? J : AH? K : Ah? What… J : … I'm a student now. As long as I remember, you were also wearing a school uniform. K : H-Huh… J : Good grief… Did I just went back to being a student only on the inside? How unlucky. *scratches his neck* K : *thinking* This rude tone and the way he sits… K : *internally* As I thought, he went back to when he was a student! K : *thinking* It's kind of fresh…

pg.11

J : … What is it, Kakyoin? K : *thump! ❤️* Eh? J : Don't stare at me like that. K : A-Aah… Sorry! K : It must be so hard for you to not have any memories, even if it's only partially… J : Keh! J : Says the person who caused the fall. J : *smirks* You'll take full responsibility, so get ready. K : *kyun kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* Y-Yes… Please be gentle… K : *internally* This might be… Pretty bad…!! (Jotaro, a while ago : *warmly* Kakyoin…) (Jotaro, now : *grumpy* AAH?)

pg.12

J : By the way, the hell's with these tasteless clothes? K : Nohoho…! That's the ones you chose for yourself. *pat pat* J : Is this a hobby of mine? Unbelievable… I wanna change my clothes quickly. K : In that case, I'll take out your school uniform and give it to you. J : Oi… I can find it on my own. K : What are you talking about? K : Even you, the usual one, probably don't know where it is, so it's the same thing. Please wait a moment. J : …… (later…) K : Wow… You can still wear it enough, right? J : …… K : I'm glad I took it out for cleaning. 🎵 J : Isn't the tanktop too clean? Moreover, I can't wear it unless I move the belt hole. I need to train myself properly. K : Fair enough… You're much younger than the average forty year old.

pg.13

K : Besides… Yeah. *puts on Jotaro's coat* K : As I expected, you still look good… In that uniform. K : Aah~ How nostalgic. 🎶 *cuddle cuddle* J : … Oi, Kakyoin. Don't stick around me too much- K : No~pe… You've always been really cool… K : You're quiet, but you're strong and kind. I feel like I'm falling in love all over again now. J : … Tch. *blushes* J : Don't say embarrassing things like that. K : Fufu… Sorry. K : I can't help but want to tease you. Maybe you're shy, Jotaro? Ah, you're younger now, so I guess you'll be Jotaro-kun-- J : *annoyed* I said don't stick around me too much.

pg.14

K : You look so cute when you're embarrassed~ *smile smile ❤️* J : Tch--- J : Don't call a man cute!!! Stop clinging to me like you're a woman!! J : It's so annoying!!! K : *startled* K : … I'm sorry. Looks like I got a little too carried away. K : *internally* It's the first time Jotaro called me annoying… ❤️ *kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* (i've always wanted to be told that~) K : Sorry, I won't say it again. J : …… *sweats* K : *internally* Moreover, he wanted to apologize for yelling, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying it now~~ (nohohohoho~ ❤️❤��) K : *thinking* Maybe it's not so bad to be treated coldly once in a while. K : Uniform alone is not enough. K : I'll bring some other clothes. 🎵 J : … Oi, Kakyoin. J : What I just said is true. K : *thinking* Eh? K : Do you mean don't call you cute?

pg.15

J : Don't get too attached to me. There are times when I won't let go of things that I would normally let go. J : You don't understand what kind of condition I'm in right now. K : Does that mean that… If I touch you… K : … You'll lose your patience? J : Don't tease me, then. K : *hugs Jotaro* J : Oi, there… Kakyoin. K : It's okay. Your memory will likely come back if we treat each other the same way we usually do.

pg.16

K : So we'll do it like we "always" do, then maybe you'll remember. K : Look… *pulls Jotaro closer* K : Come here more. J : This guy lost his soul. People change as they get older. J : *smirks* He turns bright red just by holding your hand. K : Sorry… I'm not saying it's anyone's fault though. *badump badump* K : *internally* In that face… It's unfair to give me that look… K : *thinking* I wonder how will you kiss me now? *leans in to kiss*

pg.17

K : *internally* How will you… hold* me…? (*as in "dominate/topping") (*boing! ❤️*) K : Whuh? J : … Jeez. J : They say it's a shame for a man not to eat set meals, but I'm younger than him now. *puts his hat on Kakyoin* J : It seems like you would rather be attached to someone younger than him. I don't know which one is more embarrassing… K : !

pg.18

J : … Eh, Kakyoin-san? *grins* K : *thinking* He dodged it-- (hmph…) (HG : too bad…) (usually) (J : anyone who says that is punished. *carries Kakyoin to bed*) (K : nohoho~ help me~ ❤️) J : Well, I'm going to bed now. I have a headache and I'm sleepy. K : Hm… K : What about dinner? J : … Sorry, I don't need it. K : What about the bath? J : … When I wake up, I'll go on my own. K : Then, I'll guide you. J : I don't need that. J : I really don't need that kind of care. I can find the place by myself. K : Ah… K : Okay. Then I'll put the futon on first. J : … First? K : Eh? K : We always sleep together, after all.

pg.19

J : Sleep alone. *yeets Kakyoin out with SP* K : What the hell, Jotaro! Where am I going to sleep-- J : The sofa, I guess. K : My body will hurt! (HG : how mean! *huff puff*) J : Y'know, Kakyoin… J : You're just a little too much for me. J : You and I aren't kids anymore either. K : …! J : Good night.

pg.20

K : Good night… Jotaro. K : *thinking* Too much, huh… It's true that when I was a student, I kept my distance even more. K : *internally* Even though you were the first to jump over that distance… *flashback* K : *blushes* Aah… I just remembered something strange… I've had enough--!

pg.21

K : I take back my words about how it's not so bad to be treated coldly… J : ……… (Jotaro remembering the almost-kiss) J : … Tch! J : What does he mean by "always"? Good grief…

pg.22

(the next morning…) K : Fuah… Good morning, Jotaro. J : Oh… Morning. J : Sorry, is it bad to smoke? K : It's okay, it's your body, do what you like with it. It's been a while since I saw you smoking. K : I'll take your tiger's cub* too. (*Tiger's cub (Tora no ko) is a term that refers to something so precious that you cannot let it go.) J : So you smoke like this too, don't you. K : *puffs* Nah, I don't normally smoke. K : At some point, I learned to imitate you. K : Hey, Jotaro. Until your memory returns… K : I'll be careful not to close the distance between us as much.

pg.23

K : … So, could you please stay by my side without being too cautious? J : … Ok. K : Alright! K : Well then, I'll use it as a starting point to bring back your memories. Would you like to play a game with me? J : A game? Are you still doing things at your old age? K : It's one of my few hobbies. Actually, I've wanted to compete with you ever since we were students! J : Hm. Then, let's bet something. K : Whoa, that idea is nostalgic too. J : Aah? (then both of them play games together)

pg.24

K : Ah! Eh?? Wait, Jotaro, how did you learn that trick!? J : What. By playing seriously, I guess. K : Really? You're not cheating?? J : I'm not… I swear. (later…) J : It's my rise again. K : Hey you… You're really not cheating, are you? You didn't see my cards, right? K : Did you use your Stand?? J : I didn't see them. J : So what should we bet next? How about the loser has to prepare dinner? K : Alright, let's compete again! (later…) K : I guess I'll make it again, after all. You're absolutely cheating. J : No, I'm not. Don't be too suspicious. J : I won the arm wrestling with my pure strength. K : That's true, but come on… K : It's frustrating because I can't always win. Let's try again later.

pg.25

(later…) K : Aah… That was fun! J : Well, you'll get tired if you play games all day long. On top of that, you even drank alcohol. You've became this drunk. K : I'm an adult, so it's okay! J : Let me drink too. K : (nohohoho~) You're still a child on the inside, so it's no good! Just in case. J : Don't act like a grown-up here. J : Games and cards… You were just playing around like a kid, but you never get tired of it. K : Hm… K : My bad, but I had fun. Because… K : Actually, it's something I wanted to see you do when we were students. Cards, games… and all that. K : I don't want to see you skipping class, though. (nohoho~) J : … Kakyoin. K : Hm?

pg.26

J : You've learned to smile like that. It's rare to see that wide mouth moving. J : You look good. K : !! *blushes* K : R-Really? (image of younger Kakyoin pouting) J : You always wore a deadpan Buddha face. You rarely smile or just lift the corners of your mouth… (K : ah, the alcohol-) (J : here.) K : I didn't realize it myself… But if you say so, I guess it's true. J : Fuh! J : It's all thanks to me, so I'll do it too. K : *stares at Jotaro chuckling* J : Jeez… I'm angry at myself for not remembering. K : *leans on Jotaro* … Don't be jealous of yourself, Jotaro.

pg.27

(……) J : I told you not to stick to me… *moves away* K : …… J : …… K : … Are you avoiding me because I'm old? J : Ha? K : You don't like me becoming an old man, do you? K : You remember me who was still in high school, so it's only natural that you're disappointed, even though you're old too. J : Kakyoin, you misunderstand. I-- K : So what do you want to say!?

pg.28

K : *stands up* Speak clearly! Anything is fine! K : Or do you think I'm a sissy who gets easily hurt!? K : Don't underestimate me, Jotaro!! K : ... It's true that I'm different now compared to before. I'm older. K : I want to cook for you, take care of you, sleep with you, cuddle with you, touch you… K : I-It might make me seem weak, and I may not have a visible trace of masculinity… K : But I'm not ashamed of it. I've changed because I was with you… K : … And I couldn't be alone anymore. J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist* K : … It's partly your fault, after all.

pg.29

K : You reached out first. *flashback* K : I don't have any interest in girls anymore. Even when it comes to sex, I've only ever done it with you. K : As you grow older, you become more and more attractive. *weeps* I wanted us to be more happy, so I did a lot of things. K : The only masculine part I have left is my penis… J : PE--!? What did you just say--? K : What!! K : You've said even more obscene stuff! (like **** and ****!) Don't you remember!? Stupid!! J : Well, I don't remember. K : AARGH--! 💢 (Jotaro pulls Kakyoin down and hugs him) K : ! J : It was… My bad.

pg.30

J : I've been curious about it for a while. J : You look like a housekeeper. You prepare food and bath, and take care of me… J : I felt like a big brat, or even a lord. J : That's what "always" happened. Is it normal now for you to do everything for me? J : When we were students, we walked shoulder to shoulder. J : Is the adult me forcing you, a man, into a role you don't want to play? J : If I had treated you like that, I feel like punching myself. K : Jotaro…

pg.31

K : You've never forced me to do anything. Partly because I was at home a lot… K : Please don't be so angry. J : … But I really don't like being overprotective. K : Yeah… I understand as much. J : … Also, you said something that I shouldn't ignore. J : You… Are you worried because you're getting older? K : W-Well, a little… J : It's because your skin is a little sagging, but those laugh lines can be profitable. *lifts Kakyoin's chin* K : Jo… taro… J : I'm in love with you, Kakyoin-san. J : Ever since I wore my school uniform.

pg.32

(*kiss*) K : …! J : Even the kid me can see… J : That you'll always be beautiful. (*kiss kiss*) J : *lifts Kakyoin's shirt up*

pg.33

K : Ah… W-Wait, Jotaro… (haah) J : What… We don't need a bath. K : That's not it--! K : I'm kinda bothered because now you're the same person as you were when you were young, so it should be the opposite… K : No- Usually it would be me-- Um-- Well--- J : AH? 💢 K : It was always up to me, so it's kinda different-- Uhmm--- K : … What should I do… K : What should I do best… K : Normally, I would have had more time to give you a little something… K : But, because you're like this… K : I feel embarrassed… I still don't know how to hold you… K : What should I do, Jotaro…

pg.34

J : *flicks Kakyoin's nipple ❤️* K : Ngh… J : Kuku… I don't want you to be that scared, Kakyoin. K : Ah… Ah-- J : I'm getting more excited. Hey… Let's go to the futon, shall we? K : … (haah) J : I want to hold you quickly… K : … Jotaro, um… J : ? K : After that, I have… A request… (later, at the bedroom…)

pg.35

(both of them wears their uniforms) J : This is such a bizarre feeling. Is this "normal" for adults too? J : It's like sexual services… Kakyoin-san. K : C'mon… Don't say anything mean, Jotaro… K : I thought you were more used to seeing this… K : I guess it doesn't suit me after all? J : Nah… It suits you. *unbuttons Kakyoin's uniform* J : But you're the one who's most excited, huh. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple through his shirt* K : …! K : Wait-- The shirt--- J : If it bothers you, just turn it over yourself.

pg.36

(Kakyoin's shirt has unbuttoned) J : What a cute color… Do you want me to touch you directly? K : Yes… (haah) K : I want you to touch me… Ah--! J : *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Nngh-- ❤️❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Does it feel good…? K : Mmm… It feels good… (haah ❤️) J : Really? It's still half erect… Is it always like this? K : No… That's not… (haah) J : Tch… It's because you drink alcohol.

pg.37

K : No… I'm… fine with this, so… (fuuh) J : *bites Kakyoin's ear* …? J : What do you mean? *his bulge pokes Kakyoin's ass* K : …! K : S-So… It feels good when I ejaculate, but… I'm already used to going inside… K : *internally* Jotaro is… Getting really hard… J : Seriously… You're amazing… *stroke stroke* K : Noho… Because I'm an adult now… K : That's why, Jotaro… *strokes Jotaro's bulge* J : !

pg.38

K : The messy foreplay… I don't mind skipping it. (fuuh ❤️) K : After all, you're a hot-blooded boy right now, aren't you? J : … It's going to be hard for you. K : Thank you, Jotaro… But… *turns around* K : You want to insert it here quickly, right? (haah ❤️) J : …… *caressed by HG* K : I don't need any patience or consideration that I'm not used to. I'm also a man, so I'm surprisingly sturdy.

pg.39

J : You… It's dirty of you to invite me like that, but don't say you don't like it halfway through. *pins Kakyoin down* K : Ngh… ❤️ No way… I won't say that I don't like it… (haah) K : Because you're always so kind to me, I'm okay with being treated badly sometimes… J : *unbuckles his pants, still caressed by HG ❤️* K : No matter how embarrassing my words or actions are, the only one who sees it is you, right? (haah) K : Even if it hurts a little, it's fine if it's from you. (haah) J : … Keep it quiet. You're so eager to take advantage of me, aren't you. *rubs his cock on Kakyoin's ass* K : Ah-- Ah… K : That's not true, Jotaro--

pg.40

K : I'm that kind of man, so sometimes I want to be rolled around in your palm… (haah) J : I see… *inserts his cock* K : Ah-- Hn-- ❤️ J : Then let me do as I like. *pounds Kakyoin's ass ❤️❤️* K : Ngh-- AH! Jota-- KHA--! GHAH-- ❤️❤️❤️

pg.41

(they proceeds to fuck, but Jotaro slowly pulling out for some reason)

pg.42

K : *looks back, panting* No…! I don't want it to be shallow, Jotaro-- K : Please, Jotaro--- (haah haah) J : I said let me do as I like, so shut up. *pulls out* K : Ah- ❤️ Nha-- ❤️ J : Not you shaking your hips while wearing a school uniform. You're such a lewd old man. *tongue kiss* K : S-Sor… ry-- Hngh~~ ❤️❤️ J : Don't apologize. I like you like this. *kiss kiss* K : Ngh… ❤️❤️ Jotaro-- I like… it too… ❤️

pg.43

(they proceeds to fuck again ❤️)

pg.44

J : Hey, Kakyoin… I can cum inside you, right? (haah haah) K : Ah- What is--- (uwah!) J : How many times can I cum? J : Can you show me once? *smirks* K : Eh--? Ah… Th-That face-- Don't… look at me… with that face-- Jotaro---! J : My face~? That's rude. K : That face is no good-- (haah haah ❤️❤️) J : *pang!* …? J : Even if you say my face is no good… Aah, I see. J : Maybe it's because it's different from "usual"… Did I also refer to myself as "me" (watashi)? *pats Kakyoin's head* K : Yes… You're… (haah) K : Very mature… and kind… J : Hmm…

pg.45

J : … Do you miss "me" (watashi) that much? Kakyoin… *nuzzles* K : Eh--? Eh…? Could it be that you've… returned-- *panting* J : Were you lonely because you couldn't meet me? I'm sorry for the inconvenience. J : I was lonely, too… *smooch* K : Hn… ❤️ I'm so glad… Jotaro… J : It's alright now. *smooch smooch*

pg.46

J : *twitches* Nh… Hah… Aah, it feels so good inside you… Kakyoin. J : You… ate me so deep… (haah) K : *kyuuun ❤️* …! ❤️ K : Ah… K : Jotaro… Somehow, I-- can't… (haah haah) K : When I see your face… I want to… cum right away… ❤️ *thump thump ❤️❤️* J : Fuh… You can cum as much as you like.

pg.47

J : I'll pay attention to everything. *pounds Kakyoin's ass again ❤️* K : Ah- AH--! ❤️❤️ Hah-- Fuuh--- ❤️ K : Jo… taro-- J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist*

pg.48

J : That's… Round one. *grins* K : Ah… No… As I expected… I thought it was strange-- Pretending to be back… J : Thanks to you, I was able to see some good stuff. It must have been quite a show. K : Jeez-- You are… K : Being yourself… So it's only natural… that you can do it-- *slaps Jotaro with HG* J : Ow-- Even though you're going to cum just from that. K : It can't be helped--! 💢 *slap slap* J : Your voice is so loud that you really sounds like a woman. K : *sits up* What's up… With you--

pg.49

K : Haa… *bounce bounce* K : Do you know… Who is making you feel…? K : Looking at me like I'm a girl. K : Even though I'm aroused… J : … The condescending face isn't bad either… How erotic. K : Stupid-- (haah) K : Next, it's your turn to cum-- J : I'm glad that you're willing to straddle me… *grope grope* J : If I can, I don't want to cum just yet… K : Eh…? J : … My head has been hurting really bad for a while now. K : … On the part that was hit? J : Yeah… K : … I see…

pg.50

(*kiss kiss*) K : … Are you still thinking that you don't want to go back yet? J : … I'm thinking of having sex with you two more rounds. K : Nohoho… Your body won't keep up. J : You don't get it, do you… *bites Kakyoin's nipple* K : Oh--!! Hn… ❤️ Don't knead it too much… K : Good boy, good boy… *pet pet* K : You're really cute…

pg.51

K : Ah-- Sorry, I said it again, out of habit… J : That's okay, I don't really care. *pout* K : *thinking* … This face, it looks like it's not good at all… K : *internally* When he looked at me like this, I thought he was angry and I apologized, which made him even more angry… *flashback* K : *thinking* … Now that I think about it, was he sulking…? K : Ngh…? K : Hey, what are you… K : Jotaro…? Hn-- J : *marks Kakyoin's chest* K : Wait, it hurts… J : Shuddup. J : Be quiet and I'll come back, so let me do what I want a little more. K : Hnn… (haah) J : Here, look at me.

pg.52

J : If being cute to me is your habit, then this is mine. J : … Now, you won't forget me for a while. K : … (haah) K : Jotaro… J : Let "me" (watashi) know when I get back, about whether I was a cute or a bad boy. K : D-Don't tell me you're competing with each other? J : …… J : *thinking* Ah, should've stayed silent. K : I'm happy, but… This congestion won't go away anytime soon, because I'm not young anymore… J : What are you saying? I told you it's okay. K : Ng…?

pg.53

K : What do… you mean… K : *thinking* … Huh-- What… Jotaro's… face… is-- J : Unfortunately, right now my body and head are in disarray. J : It's making me look pathetic and ungainly, but… J : My desire for possession hasn't changed. J : Even if it's just for now… J : You're mine. *caresses Kakyoin's body*

pg.54

K : *turns on* Jotaro… ❤️ K : *bounce bounce! ❤️* Fells… so good-- ❤️❤️ J : Mh… Do you like riding me? Kakyoin… K : Haah… Yeah-- ❤️ I like it… I like iiit-- ❤️❤️

pg.55

J : Really… *sits up* J : Which is better, me (ore) or "me" (watashi)? K : D-Don't ask me… that-- Ah-! No-- (don't… rub it--) J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Tell me. K : *clings* I love both-- I love both, so… Ah-- Please, let me go-- (haah) J : Hahh… Even though you're an adult, it's luxurious… There, just a little more… Be patient. *pound pound! ❤️❤️*

pg.56

(they've reached their climaxes and FINALLY CAME ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ////////)

pg.57

J : … You-- (haah haah) J : Fuck… I don't wanna go back… *kiss* K : Mmh… Jo-- ta… ro… ❤️❤️❤️ *kiss kiss* J : Kakyoi--… J : *wide-eyed* …!

pg.58

J : … Kakyoin? K : !! K : J-Jotaro…! Did you came back?? Has your memory returned to normal!? J : Yes… It seems like that… I'm sorry. K : … Ah. J : ? K : You… Did you really, reaaally came back to normal…? J : Hm? Why are you so suspicious… J : *sees Kakyoin's body* … Aah… I see.

pg.59

J : It seems like he had a lot of fun while it wasn't me… But I don't think students should be too rowdy. K : Ah--! Th-This-- *covers himself* J : It's fine, don't hide it. J : From what I saw, it didn't look like you were forced to be intangible, and since it was you, he probably handled it well. J : It was a bit too stimulating to see for the first time after I noticed it… But I'm glad you seemed satisfied. K : …… J : …… K : Um… Jotaro… J : Hm? K : The student you told me, that I care too much for you, and you… don't like it when I do that to you. K : Before you fell, you were about to say that you were satisfied, but… It was just that. J : Just that?

pg.60

K : The reason why I care about you so much… In the end, is because of my own self-satisfaction. (image of younger Kakyoin) K : I wonder if what you're really looking for… is the sense of distance we had back then. K : Was what I "always" did… too close to you? J : …… *strips* K : ! K : J-Jotaro…? J : Kakyoin.

pg.61

J : C'mere. K : … ❤️ *nods* (*cuddle cuddle ❤️*) J : Is what I just did strange? K : It's not strange… I'm glad. J : But it's probably not a manly behavior. If I were the old "me" (ore), I wouldn’t do it. K : That's right… But, I like you… the way you… are now…

pg.62

J : Me too. *smooch ❤️* (*flashback*) J : The distance between us back then was certainly nostalgic, but it can't stay the same forever. J : Someday, when our journey ends, I'll be away from you. J : I thought we would grow up in a place where neither of us knew each other. J : … But for some reason, my hand reached out to you. J : Am I making you worry in the first place? Did I force you, a man, to be on the passive side? I was in agony all the time. J : I thought I had done something wrong. J : During that time, you changed into an ordinary man. J : It would be rude if I didn't respond to that resolution. J : We are here now because of your resolve.

pg.63

J : Before answering whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied with our life, I had to say thank you. J : I'm sorry for making you anxious. *caresses* J : I'm grateful for your "always"… Kakyoin. *embraces* K : *bluuuuush* K : UUUUUHHH~~ Jotarooooooo~~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *hugs tight* J : It's a good change that you're more tearful now. Good grief. K : Uuh… Sorry for being so effeminate… *sob sob* J : What… You don't remember what you said a long time ago? K : Eh…?

pg.64

(*flashback*) J : When we were on the trip, on a whim, "I" (ore) asked you… J : What you would do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender. K : … It's not that important whether you're a man or a woman. K : I think both masculinity and femininity are subjective, and you can do whatever you want. K : Gender doesn't diminish a person's humanity. K : Since you chose that person, they will also see the "human" that you are, right? J : I was surprised when you told me that, and I thought you were so handsome… J : That I fell in love with you even more.

pg.65

K : *blushes* Did… I said that…? J : Yes, while you were licking that cherry. (that was shocking) J : *strokes Kakyoin's inner thigh* K : Ngh-- J : After that, I was the first to make a move, but… J : Your attitude was also one of the reasons… K : No… That was… not my intention-- (hn ❤️) J : Well… If you say so, that's fine. *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Ah-- Hyah-- K : C'mon… Jotaro… ❤️ K : Noho-- It… tickles… ❤️

pg.66

J : I'm overwriting the marks that "I" (ore) left behind. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple* K : O-Ow…! K : If you suck it that hard-- It hurts--- J : Liar. You like it when it hurts a little. K : No- AH… Auuh-- ❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick ❤️* K : Hnn~~ ❤️❤️ I-I'm sorr-- ❤️ K : Haah… K : Yeah… I like the pain… K : There's nothing I don't like when you do it to me… Jotaro… J : *inserts his cock* … You're really good at rolling me over. *smooch ❤️* K : Hn… ❤️ *strips* J : You're a nice guy, in both personality and body.

pg.67

(they proceeds to fuck yet again ❤️❤️) K : Nh-- J : …! J : … Fuh… J : Kakyoin. K : *sucks Jotaro's finger* Haa… Ng… What…? K : Jotaro…

pg.68

(*flashback*) J : In the past, I used to think… J : About how I would roll you in my palm if I had you, but… J : If your hand feels so comfortable… J : It wouldn't be a bad idea to roll me over yourself. J : Am I holding you or are you holding me? I don't understand… K : … ❤️

pg.69

(later…) (Jotaro sleeps and Kakyoin went to take a shower)

pg.70

K : Uh… It hurts… Maybe I pushed myself too hard… K : *looks in the mirror* …… (*flashback*) J : What would you do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender? K : *thinking* … If you were asked something like that, wouldn't you have high expectations?

pg.71

K : I can and will say, that gender doesn't matter. K : And I can't let go of the hope that maybe it might be me. (flesh bud scene flashback) K : I'm sure I was the first one… to fall in love with you. K : I threw water at you and saved your hand, but I cowardly let Jotaro tell me what to do… and didn't say it myself. K : … I feel embarrassed every time I think back on it… K : Whether it's before or after, what's the point of escaping… Jeez… K : *thinking* I'm sure you know… that I have that kind of habit.

pg.72

(Jotaro wakes up) K : And you understand that you'll roll in my palm. Isn't that right? Jotaro… K : So in order to be with you… K : Whether I act as a woman or bend over to a man…. It's a trivial matter. (flashback of the two hugging each other, with Kakyoin smiling) K : … Well, no one will listen to the worldly words of an unfaithful man. K : … Except you.

pg.73

(Kakyoin smiles, and turns off the shower) (end.)

#承花 #jotakak #joka #jotaro x kakyoin #LONG POST #translations #megu write #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #sdc #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriaki #noriaki kakyoin #old man yaoi #old men yaoi #except not really LOL #spoilers OOPS lol

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avrorasage · 1 year ago

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I wrote and drew this late at night half asleep, so don't judge me too hard

This is a Detroit thing that I thought about a lot and decided to draw. All translations are done by Google and there may be errors. My English is still bad, but I try to translate my inept creativity to you

"Mr. Tweek, your treatment has certainly progressed."

- Really

"You are our most promising patient, but nevertheless, as your treating psychiatrist, I am still concerned that you are still ignoring your main problem"

- Doc, you again...

"Social phobia hits you hard and if it continues like this, it may even roll back all your progress to the very beginning"

"You've been through a lot for a very young age"

- You repeat this already 30 times

"But the shadow of the past should not prevent you from living here and now"

- Stop...

"Androids in medical practice have not been an innovation for a long time. According to the statistics of the last 5 years, they are even more successful in building relationships with patients"

-Why don't you just admit that I...

"Everything, of course, under the supervision of a specialist"

"Cyberlife donated a batch of the latest medical androids to our mental hospital"

"They are programmed to be personal assistants, you can even say companions for our patients"

"More patient than any ordinary person or caregiver. Swift and quick in emergencies when the patient needs help."

"Your personal assistant - KT-500, is ready to start his duties"

- Tweek Tweak, hello, I'm Craig, android model KT-500.

I am here to help your therapy progress.

- Yeah...

"GOD JESUS, IS IT NORMAL WHAT'S SO... HUGE? HE'S DEFINITELY NOT A POLICE MODEL OR SOMETHING???"

- Your pulse jumped up unexpectedly quickly, but I don’t register any signs of a panic attack or other abnormalities in you. Are you feeling unwell?

- NO!

- That is, no, I'm fine, in full

#artists on tumblr #art #south park #tweek tweak #craigtucker #mini comic #creek sp art #detroit: bh #detroit: bh au #south park/detroit: bh

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fandomficsnstuff · 3 months ago

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Redemption For All - 4

(Warnings: a little bit of sad angst that turns into some fluff, Micah being creepy and some awkwardness at the end)

Notes: I do NOT speak spanish but I think it is a very beautiful language and sadly all I can say in spanish is ‘I can’t speak spanish’, so I used google translate, sorry. Some words are in Italic, which is the translated words, and others are just straight up spanish.

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Leah smiled softly at the sound of the laughter and instrumental music, a laugh spilling from her lips as the member they had just saved, Shaun, nearly stumbled down from the box he had made a speech from, the beer bottle in her hand practically empty. She took a last swig of it, downing the rest, before placing it on a nearby table. Then the music began and she looked over her shoulder from her own tent that was between Arthur’s and where the other girls slept, watching Dutch and Molly O’Shae dance to the old music, her eyes moving to Arthur, watching him, the alcohol of the four beers she’d had getting to her head and she couldn’t help but let her eyes stick to him. He was handsome, that much was painfully obvious. Almost annoyingly handsome, in fact. She was sure she’d cut her hand on his jaw if she slapped him too hard, his stumble appeared to be perfectly kept, but not professionally, those azure blue eyes trapping her whenever he was close enough for her to look at them.

“You alright?” a voice asked and Leah flinched, hurriedly looking over her shoulder, panting heavily as her heart raced and she looked away, eyes closed briefly before she looked back at Abigail “you scared the shit out of me! And yeah, just, the beers are getting to me, that’s all” ‘lie’ she thought. ‘Not entirely’ she thought again, forcing a smile at Abigail before looking down, the young mother narrowing her eyes at her “how many you had?”

“Four-”

“Only four? And it’s already gettin’ to ya?”

“Maybe I’m a lightweight.”

“Are ya?”

“... No…” Leah admitted shyly, looking down, gently kicking the dirt with her foot and Abigail sighed heavily “you been thinkin’ more ‘bout-... this? You know, you bein’ here?”

“Yeah-”

“A’ight, then what is it?”

“What? I said ‘yeah’!”

“You did, but you don’t mean it” Abigail pointed out and Leah glared lightly at her, looking over at Arthur as he danced with Mary-Beth, not even realizing the jealousy she felt at the sight, Abigail following her gaze and her eyes widened a little in realization, especially when Leah quickly looked away when Arthur obviously caught her looking, not seeing the way Arthur tensed up when he noticed Leah looking at him as he danced with Mary-Beth. “Oh… well, why don’t you do somethin’ ‘bout that?”

“About what?”

“About ‘that’.”

“What ‘that’?”

“That ‘that’!” Abigail exclaimed with amusement as she gestured to Arthur who awkwardly parted from Mary-Beth mid-dance, Leah quickly looking away from him, glaring at Abigail “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need another beer. Or five” she muttered the last bit before walking off into the dark for said beverage. Arthur soon walked over to Abigail, frowning a little “she okay?”

“Ask her to dance.”

“What?”

“Oh come on now, Arthur. I might not know how to read ‘n write but that don’t make me stupid. Or blind. She likes you! And you like her. Ask her to dance.”

“Abigail, I-... I ain’t a good man-”

“Why don’t you let her decide what you are to her? She’s a grown woman ‘n she ain’t stupid. I know after Mary you don’t think you’re good enough-”

“Abigail-”

“But you are, Arthur. She wants you to ask her to dance, so, ask her to dance” Abigail ordered, Arthur’s cheeks beet red and he looked over his shoulder at her, hesitating before walking over hesitantly. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to-... he wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, or trying to avoid. “Doc,” he cleared his throat again, hands on his gun belt at the buckle “I was wonderin’-... would you-... would you like to dance?” he asked politely, Leah’s lips spreading in a smile as she blushed, Arthur’s own lips spreading in a smile of his own, until her brows furrowed and she looked apologetic. “I-I’d love to, I really really would, Arthur, but-... I-I don’t know how to dance” she admitted shyly, Arthur nodding “‘course, I-.. not ‘of course’ as in-... well, you know what I mean… right?”

“I think so… b-but, uh… I-I wouldn’t mind having a drink with you, some time? O-or now, if you want” she stuttered, Arthur nodding with a smile “alright, don’t sound too complicated” he joked and she chuckled lightly, the sound making Arthur’s heart skip a beat and he nodded “alright then” he stated under his breath, reaching into the box and taking a beer, Leah was about to do the same when he got her a beer himself, making her smile “a knight in shining armor and a gentleman” she teased, Arthur chuckling dryly “don’t know ‘bout either of them” he muttered as they walked a little further away from everyone, towards the scout campfire, Leah smiling oh so sweetly at him “you are to me. You saved my life, let me have your tent while I was out, you’ve asked me to dance and you’ve gotten me a drink. I’d call that a very gentlemanly knight” she teased further, Arthur chucking “ain’t too sure many would agree with you…”

“Fuck them, then” she stated, Arthur looking at her in slight shock, only to see her smirking at him, making a smirk of his own grow on his lips “you’re somethin’ else, doc…”

“Please, I’ve patched all of you up enough times for you to call me Leah” she teased, smirking at him still “unless I’ve got my hands in a bullet hole of yours, of course” she added and he laughed. He didn’t chuckle or scoff. He laughed. God, it had been a long time since he’d laughed like that. “Alright, Leah” he stated and she grinned “I like the way you say my name” she admitted quietly as she sat down on one of the goat hides on the ground that Arthur had hunted and skinned for the camp, Arthur blushing as he sat down near her on the same skinned goat pelt, but with a respectable distance between them. “So… tell me something about you, Arthur. I know you like to draw and write in your journal. I know you’re a damn good shot and I know you think I have something with Charles when I don’t” she joked lightly, Arthur chuckled as he nodded “alright, well… uh… you really put me on the spot here, Leah” he muttered with a nervous chuckle, making her smile “okay, I’ll go first then, give you time to think of something. I was born in Washington. My mom was a police officer, my dad was in the army. My grandpa on my mother’s side had a ranch in Texas and he had horses that I used to ride. I love the color blue, I can speak Spanish, my mom was Puerto Rican and my dad was a colored man” she finished. She had learnt a little on how to phrase certain things, she was a little proud of herself for adapting. Just a little.

“Well, I was born out west, my mom died when I was young, my daddy didn’t die soon enough… Dutch ‘n Hosea took me in, taught me to read ‘n write and all that, taught John too. I can swim, unlike John, ‘n I kinda like the color blue” he stated hesitantly, Leah grinning as she nodded “alright then. First level. Level two: I like ghost orchids. My grandma used to have a bunch of orchids in this small room in their house and I loved the ghost orchids the most. She knew how to take care of them, too. Like, really well, they were always in good health. I like tequila, mostly because I don’t actually think it tastes of anything, unlike a lot of people. I once had a cat named Dog” she finished, Arthur laughing at the last part “‘Dog’??”

“Yeah! I thought; ‘why be like everyone else?’. So I named it Dog” she admitted with burning cheeks and Arthur smirked with amusement, laughing a little before taking a sip of his beer, Leah doing the same. “Alright. I once had a dog named Copper, he died a few years ago, I taught him all kinds ‘f tricks” Arthur stated with a smirk and Leah chuckled “I can definitely imagine you as a dog person” she muttered and he blushed a little, shrugging “that a good thing?”

“Definitely” she stated quickly, making the two of them chuckle. “What about flowers? Do you have a favorite one? I’ve seen that small jar by your bed, with the flower in it? It’s really pretty…”

“Found it some time ago, ain’t quite sure why I kept it” he admitted as he took a sip of his beer, making Leah smile “I know why. Because it’s beautiful. You’re a lot softer than people think, Arthur… I like that about you” she admitted softly, Arthur turning to look at her, studying her from under the rim of his hat “yeah, well… I ain’t a good man…” he muttered, looking back into the fire, all joy and fun was gone from him and Leah frowned at him “why do you say that?”

“I’ve killed people… brutally… ‘n I don’t regret it.”

“Do you find it-... fun? To kill people?...”

“No, not like that, I just-... I ain’t a good man, Leah…” he muttered and she frowned at him, putting her beer far away from them both before snatching Arthur’s beer and doing the same, much to his confusion. “I was drinkin’ that-” he was cut off as she took off his hat, carefully placing it on the ground next to them before moving closer, making sure he looked at her and couldn’t hide under his hat “you are a good man, Arthur. You’re the kind of man who let a stranger have his bed so they could rest. You’re the type of man to save someone from bounty hunters, the type of man who saved Karen from a man beating her in that hotel room, the kind of man who stepped in when a man harassed Tilly. You’re the type of man to get into trouble to help someone, even though it wasn’t any of your business or you didn’t start anything. That’s the kind of man you are. You’ve killed people… it seems that everyone else but me has… and Jack, of course,” she added with a small smirk before smiling softly at him again “I don’t know who hurt you… or why… or how… but you’re a good man and I can’t even begin to imagine why anyone would ever hurt you in any way… I don’t know what they did, but they never deserved you to begin with if they hurt you like this… and still, you’re a good man despite all that. A kind man. You’re kind to animals and treat them with respect, I’ve seen how you treat your horse. I’ve seen you laugh with Hosea and Charles, I’ve seen you talk with Tilly and Karen, the way you danced with Mary-Beth. You’re a good man with a good heart” she stated softly, Arthur staring at her, his eyes glancing at her lips, lingering there as his tongue poked out to wet his lower lip without even being aware of it. “You think so?”

“I know so” she whispered, giving him a weak smile and his chest filled with warmth at the sight of it “I’ve known a lot of bad men in my life, Arthur… I know a bad man when I see one, and I don’t see one in you” she admitted, Arthur swallowing thickly, his eyes once again moving to her lips and he wanted nothing more than to lean in… to feel if her lips were as soft as they looked… to know if she tasted of the beer she had been drinking, just like him. In fact, he was pretty sure she was leaning closer, he felt drawn to her, slowly leaning closer to kiss her when someone stumbled through the bushes, making them both flinch, Arthur’s hand on his gun, only to find a drunk Bill stumbling towards them. “Doc, I ain’t-... I ain’t feelin’ so good” he whined, leaning against a nearby tree, Leah looking over at Arthur with a soft sigh and an apologetic look in her eyes before getting up and walking over to Bill “you just need to lie down, come on- how much have you had??”

“Can’t remember” he groaned as she led him away, Arthur sighing heavily, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, he was too old to act like this!

“Come on, it’s okay, what have you been drinking?”

“I-I ain’t sure, it was left out on some table and I-” Bill was cut off by the vomit escaping his lips, Arthur could hear him hurl his guts out and when he looked over his shoulder he saw Leah with a stiff expression on her face as he vomited right next to her, her hand reluctantly rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him “alright, you need some sleep” she stated once he was done, clearly on the verge of shooting Bill and Arthur realized his hand was still on his gun, making him quickly retract it.

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Leah sighed heavily as she finished examining Javier, a frown on her brows “idiota” she hissed, Javier frowning at her “I fell off a train! How am I the idiot?”

“Because you fell off of the train! You have two bent ribs, a sprained wrist and you’re lucky that you don’t have a concussion on top of all that.”

“But I don’t” he pointed out with a smirk, Leah rolling her eyes so far back she might’ve actually caught a glimpse of her brain “lucky you” she muttered with sarcasm, attempting to glare at him but it turned into a smile that she tried to hide when he just smirked at her “you’re lucky, try not to get killed within the next few weeks, okay? You’re the only one here I can speak Spanish to and you’re already healing so well even though it’s been a week after the bar fight, and speaking of; no bar fights either! I heard about the one you got into in Valentine, I saw the bruises on Bill, Charles and Arthur, too” she muttered, Javier chuckling, nodding “of course, Princesa” he teased, Leah rolling her eyes, getting up and taking her bag with her to the small tent she had been given, walking inside and putting it on the cot, looking through it to see what she needed to get more of when someone blocked the sun at the entrance of the tent. She lifted her head to see a man she had quickly begun to despise, as it seemed everyone else but Dutch did. “Mr. Bell, what can I do for you?”

“I uh, I got an ache, doc” he stated with a smirk, Leah narrowing her eyes at him before sighing “where?”

“Oh, it’s everywhere” he stated with that creepy smirk “and I think you’re the only one who can help… doc” he added, approaching and Leah did her best to stay where she was, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of backing up. “Well, with most aches it’s usually soreness and moving or gently massaging the aching area will usually help. Unless it’s a bruise, of course” she stated casually, turning to look back down into her bag, ignoring his presence as much as possible, keeping an emotionless expression on her face as best as she could, looking up at him as he stayed there for a while longer. “Was that all, Mr. Bell?” she asked casually, watching him as he looked very unhappy, grumbling calling her every name under the sun as he walked away, including ‘greasy bitch’ and ‘damn woman’, Leah just exhaling heavily now that he was gone, walking to the front of her tent, closing the flaps to create a barrier in hopes of getting rid of the icky feeling that man always gave her, her skin crawling back in place now that he was gone. She sighed heavily before running a hand over her face in slight frustration, opting to give herself a moment to sit on her cot, alone in the darkness of her tent, attempting to get rid of the insecure feeling she felt, as though her private space had been tainted. Violated, even.

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“You know, this is healing well, all things considered” Leah mumbled as she checked out John’s face and it’s scars, feeling around the stitches “won’t be too long until we can take out the stitches. You’ll have a few gnarly scars, though.”

“Yeah, well, I was always ugly” he joked, barely, Leah scoffing at him “you’re kidding, right? The guys I went to med-school with would kill to look like any of you lot… except Micah, and maybe Bill” she whispered, John laughing out loud which made her grin “well, your smile definitely hasn’t suffered, I’d say that’s the real money maker” she joked, John laughing again as she stood up “I thought you and Charles were an item?” he teased, Leah freezing completely, cheeks turning dark as she cleared her throat “what? No! I mean, not ‘no’ like that but, no… no.”

“Ah damn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No! No it’s okay, no harm done, it’s just-... I uh, I get more of the ‘best friend’ kind of vibe from him, not the ‘love interest’ kind of feeling, but he’s good company” she stated calmly, putting John at ease, watching him stand up and stretch out his hand to thank her when Arthur approached. “He still alive, doc?” he asked with amusement, a smirk on Leah’s lips as she turned around to face him after shaking John’s hand “that he is, Mr. Morgan.”

“Damn, and here I was hopin’” he muttered and Leah chuckled “well, with the lifestyle you all have, you won’t have to wait long if any of you aren’t careful.”

“Too rough for a lady?” he teased, Leah smirking at him “me? I don’t mind sleeping rough. Actually, I don’t mind rough at all” she stated with a shrug as she walked by, Arthur laughing at her words and she grinned at the sound, walking towards the tent she had been given. As she got inside she sighed heavily, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, rolling up the sleeves of the blouse she had been given by Mary-Beth, unbuttoning the first few buttons in an attempt to cool down. “Are you alright?-”

“Jesus on a stick!! Fuck, you scared me!” Leah hissed as she spun around at the sudden voice, a hand over her heart and Arthur worried she was angry with him, until he saw her big smile “knock first” she muttered under heavy breath, Arthur trying to hide his smile “on what? The post?” he asked and she rolled her eyes “what can I do for you, Mr. Morgan?” she asked with a smirk, Arthur daring to step fully into her tent, “John’s got some grand idea for a train, just wanted to make sure if… you know, is he good?” he asked and Leah smirked “don’t tell me that you’re worried about him, Mr. Morgan?” she teased, Arthur scoffing, mindlessly taking a few steps closer, hands on his gun belt as he faced her “Marston? Pfft, I only wanna make sure he doesn’t get me killed” he murmured and she took a step closer as she chuckled “he’s fine. The tissue around his wounds are still going to be just a little bit sore but he’s more than fine, I’d say. I can take out the stitches in a day or two. So no, I don’t think he’ll get you killed. At least not because of his wounds” she added jokingly, Arthur chuckling briefly, smirking down at her “good, Charles’ comin’ with too” he stated and she nodded “sounds good, he’s reliable” she stated with a shrug, Arthur narrowing his eyes a little at her “you ain’t-...?”

“Does everyone really think Charles and I are in a relationship?”

“Pretty much” he admitted with a brief chuckle and Leah sighed and scoffed, shaking her head “well, we’re not. I’m not. I won’t- I mean-... I don’t see Charles that way” she stumbled over her own words, Arthur nodding briefly “alright, fair enough. I’m just saying, Charles’ a good man-”

“Arthur, I know” she stated with amusement “he’s more like a protective friend or brother to me than he is my boyfriend” she added, Arthur nodding “alright then… Hey, how’s Shaun anyway?”

“He’ll live, but he went through a hell of a lot, Arthur… he had his teeth pulled, feet burnt, he was beaten… and that’s just parts of it…”

��Yeah, I know… the kid might be dumb as rocks and annoying as hell, but he’s one persistent son of a bitch” he muttered the last bit and Leah chuckled, nodding “I bet. Are all of you so lucky?”

“Ain’t been so lucky these past few weeks…”

“You know what I mean. And yeah, you lost some people… but all things considered, you’re really lucky. You’re alive, you made it off that damn mountain alive, you have food, shelter, one hell of a view, near a town where you can get supplies, or rob them” she stated with a shrug, Arthur chuckling “you’re alright with the robbin’, now?” he asked teasingly and she scoffed “not really, but apart from Strauss, none of you seem to be robbing from good people. It’s either corrupt assholes or other gangs who’d kill without a second thought. You’re doing good, especially now that you have a steady source of food coming in, and bounty hunting? It’s as honest work as it can be in this world right now, I think.”

“Got us a real fine doctor, too” Arthur complimented and Leah blushed, looking down shyly “well, I don’t know about that-”

“You’re the only doctor here” he pointed out and she nodded, daring to look back up at him “fair enough” she muttered, Arthur nodding, hesitating before backing up “right, I’ll get about that train, got a few things to do first” he mumbled and Leah nodded awkwardly “yeah, yeah of course! Don’t, uh… don’t get shot and all that!” she called after him awkwardly, immediately regretting her entire existence afterwards.

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