#ele eh a jackie

[merge-conflict]

abandoned wip wednesday

(not strictly intended to inspire a sense of ominousness)

“-check the comms are good?” The disembodied voice was calm and unfamiliar.

“Roger,” V answered, sounding like she was speaking to [Goro] from within his own head. The video captured everything on her interface, and he was somewhat disoriented by the speed and smoothness with which she sorted through several screens before dismissing them all and turning to her companion. Welles, his name had been. A big man, ill at ease in the suit he was wearing, but charismatic in that overbearing, American way. “Jackie?”

“What?” Jackie asked, and then broke out into a laugh when V punched his shoulder. “Geez, yes, roger, whatever.”

“So that’s an affirmative?” The first voice asked dryly– the netrunner, Goro guessed. T-bug. “As in, you’re not going to complain about some tiny-ass little made-up buzz in your ear for the next week?”

“What? No– c’mon T, you know me– I’m not a complainer.”

V laughed, the happy sound making Goro’s heart hurt. “Says the professional fucking belly-acher. Two weeks, Jack– two weeks I’ve been listening to you complain about those docker dumplings. Not a complainer, he says.”

“Ohhh, so that’s how you want to play it, eh?” Jackie shook a finger at V. She batted his hand away, scoffing, but he was unperturbed. “El príncipe de las pupusas?”

“Eso es el mejor que puedes hacer: el príncipe de las pupusas? Si recuerdo corr–“

“Children,” T-bug interrupted, in a tone that suggested she had suffered through this kind of conversation too many times. “Can we keep this professional, please?”

“Sorry T–“ Jackie flashed a smile, even as he whacked V in the arm and successfully parried her attempt to reciprocate. “Everything sounds great. You’re a rose among thorns.”

tagging @ghostoffuturespast, @corpocyborg, @baublekute (no pressure)

[tru-neutral-good]

@whomuses gets a second thread of Peter being a hungy boy ft Jackie

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The person who answered the door wasn't V. Wasn't the pretty, half Moroccan girl but instead Jackie, a man built like a brick shithouse, Tall and broad shouldered, gun on his hip. He looks confused for a half second before ducking his head back into the apartment. "Hey, Hermosa, el chico de arriba está aquí." (Hey, beautiful, the kid from upstairs is here.)

"Eh?" She calls, you can Kinda see some shadows moving past Jackie's shoulder, before V pops her head to see the lithe kid still standing at their doorstep. "Oh! Hey come on in!" She smiles, hands smoothing through the braids in her hair.

"Mama Welles made chilaquiles, if you want some."

"They’re famous in this part of queens let me tell ya!" Jackie seems to shift from intimidating big man to golden retriever on the dime, moving to let the kid in.

[v-the-nomad]

Hola chica,

Fucking corpos, I swear. Should've known that Militech puta Stout was playing us from the start. The cred chip had a virus - because of course it did. Moment Royce tried to transfer the eddies, Militech went full-on war mode. Cyberattack, guns blazing, the whole nine yards.

It all went to shit faster than a street kid's first score. One second we're talking biz, the next Jackie's put Dum Dum's chrome ass on the ground, and I'm putting him down for good. Royce? Pendejo vanished like a fart in the wind, but we could hear the gunfire. Place turned into a goddamn war zone, Persia.

We grabbed that Flathead bot and delta'ed our asses outta there. Pure fucking chaos. Bullets whizzing by, 'borgs dropping left and right. But we made it out breathing. Jackie and me? We're synced tighter than mirrored corpo databases, chica. Even when the whole system's crashing, we're still in perfect lockstep.

Outside, we ran into that Militech bitch again. Stout had the balls to show her face after that stunt. Gave her a piece of my mind, told her where she could shove her corpo schemes. Perra loca.

But you know what, Persia? We fucking won. That chrome spider's ours now, and Dex is setting up the meet with our mystery client. And get this - it's at Lizzie's Bar. Our go-to joint for when we need to blow off steam. Neon-soaked den of sin and synth-pop, run by the Mox. Talk about mixing biz with pleasure, right? Can't exactly let loose at El Coyote Cojo with Mama Welles eyeballing our every move, but Lizzie's? That's where the real Night City magic happens.

Dios mío, Persia. This city's a chrome-plated hellhole, but right now? I feel like I'm on top of the whole damn thing. Queen of the underworld, baby. Jackie keeps saying we're bulletproof, and after today? I'm starting to believe it.

Night City might be trying to eat us alive, but we're biting back harder. Watch out, choombas - V and Jackie are coming for the major leagues.

V

P.S. Next time I see a corpo, I might just shoot first and ask questions never. Lesson learned, eh?

[cosmicak]

Baby Ward

So! Here’s a Mom! V Drabble based off a conversation I had on discord about our collective RiVer Cyberpunk oc - baby Jackie Robert Ward. I threw some angst in there because of course

Prompt:

“River you’re not taking our child to a bar Ward”

1.3k words

Enjoy!

River wasn’t sure what was worse, He wouldn’t be around to keep an eye on his young son or that his beloved wife was heading into a bar with said son.

“Babe..can’t you just let Joss take him for the day? Even Panam or-“

“We’ll be fine Riv! isn’t that right Jackie?” V cooed to their son, currently strapped to her chest, eyes wide in wonder. He was almost one and V thought it was a better time than any to introduce lil Jackie Ward to El Coyote.

“He’s only 10 months V! You can’t take him to a bar!” He argued, cases left forgotten on his desk as he stood. V only waved him off as she put baby Jackie’s own little set of aviators - courtesy of Johnny Silverhand.

“He’s a Welles child, it’s in his namesake to go River, he’ll be fine” V grinned, slapping a ‘baby on board’ sign to the chest strap “Johnny will be there and Mama Welles will be around anyway”

River was still apprehensive, he knew their son would be in great hands, considering the about of aunts and uncles the kid had in Night City, but the cop part of him always knew just what could happen. “Tell me you weren’t going to take the Arch into town”

“Well..”

“V!”

“Alright alright..I’ll call the Hella..”

-

“Ayy..look at you, cute as can be eh?” Pepe cooed to the wide eyed baby playing with his cross necklace, V smiled down at her son.

“Still weird seein’ you with a baby, V” She heard Johnny to her left, peeking over her shoulder at the boy. “ ‘s preem your tits got bigger though”

“Fuck off Joh—“ V smiled before a sharp slap hit the back of her head. “Ow!”

“Watch your language around the baby, Mija” Mama Welles warned, taking a seat at the bar next to V. “Give me my grandson if you’re going to keep cursing”

She heard Johnny and Pepe chuckle to themselves as she unstrapped Jackie, handing him to his Abuela, posture straightening as the weight was taken off her front.

Jaquito “Jackie” Robert Ward was a big boy, much like his father and over the months V had been knocked up her back ached, so any relief on her back was a blessing in her eyes. V unstrapped the baby carrier and threw it over Johnny’s shoulders.

“You’re just usin’ me as a baby carrier now” He complained as V tightened the straps around his torso. “After all we’ve been through”

“Oh grow up Johnny, not even a week ago you were boasting how much pussy my son got you”

“Touché, V”

-

“Alright Kid, repeat after me- Daddy says oink!” Johnny exclaimed to the infant currently strapped to his chest, looking innocently up at him. Big brown eyes oblivious to the antics.

“Give me nothin’ why don’t ya” He sighed, sliding his own aviators over his eyes, scanning the room for V. She’d gone upstairs with Padre a while ago and left the kid to the worst possible babysitter. Johnny sighed, not one chick in sight he could use the baby against to get laid, and he couldn’t even smoke.

A whimper interrupted his sulking, a glance down saw that lil Jackie was about to scream his little lungs out. Johnny stood and quickly stormed his way upstairs, an ear piercing cry starting as he locked eyes with V.

“Take the fuckin’ kid V”

V rolled her eyes and said a quick goodbye to Padre before making her way over to Johnny and her son, lifting the boy from the carrier.

“Shhh, hey..hey it’s alright Jackie baby..I know his ugly mug is upsetting to look at..” she cooed, hot tears spilling from the boys eyes gradually slowed, Jackie only whimpered once V held him in her arms long enough. “See you’re fiiine..Mommy’s got you”

“Take him downstairs V, doubt the smoke up here will do him any good” Padre called, V nodded and gestured for Johnny to follow her downstairs as she cradled the boy in her arms.

Once downstairs V took him to Jackie’s ofrenda, still the same even years after the funeral.

“Little Jaquito, meet Big Jaquito..” She smiled to herself, kissing the baby’s forehead.

“Jack..meet my son, Jackie Ward..sorry it took me so long to uh..introduce him to you, choom..” V sighed, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. She felt the ‘ganic hand of Johnny rubbing circles on her back, staying silent. “You would’a loved him Jack..he’s the splitting image of me..‘sides the tan skin he gets from his father”

She held her son to her chest, the sound of her heartbeat lulling the boy to sleep, one hand came up and wiped her eyes, still finding herself getting overwhelmed with grief about his death. Jaquito’s weight and Johnny’s hand on her back kept her grounded enough to continue.

“You um..you’d like his pops, Jack..He’s a real family man, stuck by me even when I was dyin’” V chucked softly, thinking back on the earlier days with her husband. “Not bad for an ex cop either, bet you’d never have thought I’d get hitched to one of NCPD’s finest huh?”

“I don’t think anyone would have seen that one coming V, don’t exactly have a sparkling rep with the boys in blue of NC” V spun around to face one Panam Palmer.

“Panam? What the fuck are you doin’ in NC?” V asked, handing Jackie to Johnny to dab at her eyes.

“Weeeeell, I stopped by your place to demand some Aunt and Baby time but River told me you had taken our boy to the Coyote” Panam gestured to the uncomfortable looking Silverhand with Jackie pulling at his dog tags. “So here I am! now give me the handsome lil guy”

Johnny quickly exchanged Jackie from his hip to Panam’s, visibly relaxing as he did so.

“And here I was thinkin’ you meant me, you wound me Panam” He sighed, V rolled her eyes, moving over to the nomad.

“I know what kinda lil guy you got Silverhand, I ain’t interested” she shot over to him before diverting her attention back to the boy in her arms. “Aren’t you jusy the cutest little man! Oh yes you are”

Jackie woke up with a startle as V burst out laughing, soon screaming his displeasure to his aunt and mother as Johnny swiftly crossed the room to the bar for a stiff drink.

-

V pulled up to the trailer park just as dusk started, pulling a sleeping Jackie from his car seat and making her way up the porch stairs with the softest steps to avoid waking the sleeping boy in her arms.

Once she was inside, V sought out River who was talking with Randy about one of his cases. Upon seeing his wife and son he excused himself and crossed the room to gather them in his arms.

“Big day huh?” River asked, watching as Jackie didn’t so much as stir at the movement, clinging to V’s tank top.

“Oh fuck yeah, He was a hit at the coyote, between Mama Welles, Panam and Pepe, I barely had him to myself” V kissed their son’s tuff of hair before letting out a yawn. “and defendin’ him from Johnny’s bad influences really drained me too”

River smiled down at V, a warm feeling taking spreading in his chest. He gently unhooked Jackie’s little fingers from his mother’s clothes and held him close, giving V a kiss to her own head.

“Go take a nap V, We’ve been due for some Father Son time today anyway” He murmured into her hair, making her laugh before she headed for the bedroom, waving to Randy as she did.

“Alright little man, wanna hear about what dad’s been up to today huh?” He chuckled as Baby Jackie stired and squinted up at his father.

“You’ll only bore him back to sleep with that shit Uncle Riv” Randy called out, prompting River to shoot his nephew a mean look

“Randy!”

“Yeah yeah, language, like Aunt V’s friends aren’t as bad” River could only sigh and cover his son’s free ear, taking his seat and settling the boy in his lap, smiling down at his son.

“Yeah I know”

-

[fuzzyhistoryoverbookslibraries]

Imagina que wheeljack se enamora de un humano

No sabe porque se siente de esta manera, claro termino de entender completamente que se enamoro de un humano (después de huir en su nave porque se sentía cohibido y atrapado), se siente como una pequeña chispa claramente nervioso; - "este no es el viejo Jacky", se dice en su procesador así mismo.

Después de intentar meditarlo decide esperar un poco eh intenta invitarte a volar el jackhammer, (claro si no sabes da por hecho de que te va a enseñar). En lo general se siente indeciso sobre sus sentimientos hacia ti desde que se volvió una realidad la dolorosamente corta que es la vida humana, pero obviamente este no es un mech sentimental, así que prefiere dejarlo de lado y luego de meditarlo un poco ( lo que significa mirar la pared y decidir después de unos segundos), te invita a salir.

Wheeljack es un mech muy coqueto, así que claro antes de invitarte a salir... digamos que tu nivel de sonrojó sobrepasaba niveles estratosficos y eso solo hizo más que intensificarse luego de volver de su pequeño viaje, así que ahora tienes a un wheeljack que no dejara tu trasero solo en ningún momento... ah!! y procura solo vivir el presente, el futuro lo pone un poco tenso.

[nereol]

Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event (10/30)

As usual you can read this on AO3.

Daily Prompt: April 10 - sitch - Only one bed

Technical Prompt: 8. Reversed madlibs: four adjectives: perpendicular, radiant, discombobulated, preposterous; three nouns: cat, spaghetti, momento; two verbs: thrust, capitulate; one adverb: petulantly

2K+ words RipperMerc fluff and pining

It's the first time, after Jackie's ofrenda, that they wanted to meet as a group. Well, that already doesn't work out as planned, because Misty canceled. 'At least Vince will be there, too... it's not like I'm alone with her...' Viktor leaves the elevator. He had never been at Val's apartment before. They had met mostly at El Coyote Cojo, sometimes just in the back of his clinic, at different diners....

He knocks on her door, the bag of food in his other hand. He can hear music playing quietly. "¡Espera un momento!" Val's muffled voice from the other side. Viktor can't help but grin. He leans one shoulder against the doorframe and waits. The door opens, Val stands in front of him with a grin. She has no makeup on, looks different to her usual dark purple lipstick. With one hand she pulls down her tank top as if she had just put it on. Her grin is - as always - catching and Viktor smiles down at her. "V, I don't speak Spanish." "Me neither." She chuckles and shrugs. "I understand much more than I speak."

Viktor holds up the bag with the take away. "Spaghetti?" Val's eyes grow wide and with a small joyful squeak, she takes Viktor's other hand in both of her smaller ones and pulls him into her apartment. Viktor laughs. "Hungry, huh?" Val lets go of him and pushes the button to close the door. "Pasta is always good!" She says firmly.

"Misty sends her apologies." Viktor looks around her apartment. "She has a migraine." "Oh, poor thing, I'll write to her right away." Val walks to the couch and picks up her agent from the coffee table. As she leans over, her purple braids, which she has not tied into a bun as she does when she works, fall forward over her shoulders. "Why are ya still standin' around?" She looks up at Viktor. "Get comfy."

Viktor flinches for a second, then walks over to the couch, puts down the food bag, and sits down. Val frowns as she goes through her messages. "Everything okay?" Viktor knows her well enough to see that something is bothering her. She shakes her head slightly. "Vince gets here later, he's still at a gig." She puts the agent back on the table and walks around the couch to the storage room. So they are alone after all. At least for now... "Beer?" Val's voice snaps Viktor out of his thoughts. "Eh, sure." Viktor nods, although she cannot see him.

A meow makes Viktor look towards her bed - something he had actually been trying to avoid. The naked cat jumps off the bed, remains sitting in front of it and looks at him suspiciously, while the tip of its tail twitches petulantly. Val puts the beer on the table. "Just ignore him, he doesn't like strangers." She sits down opposite Viktor and grabs a box with food out of the bag. "So, if Vince is late - more pasta for me." She grins. As she leans forward, Viktor can't help it, his gaze falls on her cleavage. She wears, as always, no bra and her pierced nipples outline through the top.

Viktor has seen Val only in panties already after the Delamain cab dropped her and Takemura off, when Misty helped him take off her suit, he cleaned and bandaged her wounds. But he had been so focused then that he hadn't paid attention to her body - not in that way. She leans back on the couch and opens her takeout box, clearly happy. Viktor reaches for a beer. "You okay?" Val asks with her mouth full. She slurps up a couple of spaghetti that was hanging out of her mouth. "You're so quiet." She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

Viktor takes a sip to buy himself some time. Then he puts the bottle down. "Sure," he says without looking at her and takes a takeout box as well. "Long, busy day." "Hmm..." Val humms, as if she was thinking. As she swallows the next bite of pasta, she reaches for her beer. Viktor's gaze is on her mouth as she takes a few sips. Her pout mouth. He glances down at his food so she doesn't catch him staring at her.

"I've been thinking, now that I've finally paid off my debt ..." She threads some spaghetti on her fork. "Next, I need Mantis Blades." A low chuckle from Viktor. "You need?" He looks at her with raised eyebrows. Val nods eagerly as she puts the fork into her mouth. After she has swallowed, she continues. "And a better cyberdeck. Somethin' with lots of ram and slots." Viktor nods as while chewing. "I'll get you one," he says, after swallowing.

"Nova." Val puts another way-too-large bite into her mouth and looks around as if she's thinking. After swallowing, she points at Viktor with her fork. "Bet you know what else I need." "Hmm..." Viktor hums his mouth full, eyes her. "Matching the new cyberdeck some RAM update, Memory Boost..." Val nods her head while chewing. "Detoxifier... or maybe at least a basic Cataresist until you can afford better."

Val swallows. "I also want some tendons or ankles." She lifts her bare feet and wiggles her toes. Viktor laughs and shakes his head. "V, I'm eatin'." But he doesn't really sound bothered - it's hard for him to be annoyed by Val. She pouts and lowers her legs again. "They are clean - I just showered." She looks at him with big puppy eyes. Viktor sighs, pushing aside the pictures of Val in the shower. "Anyway - that'd be pretty expensive."

Val finished before him, puts the empty box on the table. "Don't tell me you're going to eat more." Viktor asks with amusement, eyebrows raised, fork halfway to his mouth, as Val looks down at the bag which still contains Vince's serving. "Hmm..." She takes her beer and leans back. "Maybe later." She grins at Viktor and takes a sip. Then she reaches for her agent again. Viktor watches her while he eats the last bites of spaghetti. "I texted Vince that if he isn't here soon, I'll eat his pasta." She grins widely as she leans forward to place the agent back on the coffee table.

"You've got..." Viktor points at her mouth. "Sauce?" Val asks, and he nods. "Wanna lick it off?" She winks at him with a smirk and Viktor chokes on his food, but Val is already reaching over to grab a napkin. As she looks up again and sees his expression, she laughs out loud. "Oh, come on, Vik. You're way to easy to tease." "You can't do this to an old man, V." He takes a sip of his beer and shakes his head, avoiding her gaze. "Your not that old, Vik." Val giggles and Viktor puts down his empty takeout box.

"Did ya bring the movie?" That was one reason for the meeting. Val and Vince wanted to see Viktor boxing. Viktor takes a shard out of his pocket. "Don't wanna wait for Vince?" Val looks at her agent - no new messages. "When he comes, we can watch it again." She takes the last sip of beer and stands up. "Turn it on." She gestures to the TV behind Viktor and then goes into the storage room to get two new bottles of beer.

Viktor slots in the shard and stands up to go around the coffee table and sit on the other side so he can see the TV. Val sits down next to him. He had not hesitated when Vince had asked if there were records from Viktor's active days. But watching them now, alone with Val, in her apartment, made him feel a little uncomfortable. Viktor says nothing, sipping his beer from time to time and watching Val out of the corner of his eye, who is watching the TV.

"I have to admit, you were pretty hot, Vik." She looks over at him with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, well..." He shrugs. "It's been a while." He takes a sip. Val giggles, and Viktor looks over at her. "What's so funny?" She looks back at the TV. "You underestimate yourself, Vik." He does not know what to say in response. Does she mean... No, she can't mean that. "Oh, that's a cool move!" She suddenly says enthusiastically and points to the TV. Viktor, torn from his thoughts, looks at the screen. "What?"

Val rewinds. "This." Viktor chuckles low, her enthusiasm is adorable. "Show me!" She looks over at Viktor, who looks at her in disbelief. "What?" Val pauses the movie. "Show me!" Val says again and jumps up. She takes his hand, which is not holding a beer bottle and pulls on it. Well, if he didn't want to, she wouldn't have a chance to move him even an inch. "Come on." She looks at him with big green puppy eyes again. Viktor sighs and stands up. "Yes!" Val rejoices like a child at her triumph.

Viktor explains, showing her the positions. Val looks concentrated and tries to follow his instructions exactly. They stand opposite each other in the middle of her apartment. Nibbles lies on the desk chair and watches with annoyance. "Okay, hands up like this." Val mirrows his position. "...okay and now your feet perpendicular to your shins and..." Viktor points to Val's feet. "Wait, what?" She looks down with a puzzled expression on her face. "You can't explain that even more complicated, can you?" Viktor chuckles. He has to admit that she looks cute, totally confused.

"Hey, you're makin' fun of me." Val looks up at him and Viktor shakes his head, chuckling. "Yes, you are!" She walks up to him and punches him playfully in the chest. Val's agent on the coffee table beeps and she turns away from Viktor to check the message. Viktor sighs with relief and sits down on the couch again. "It's Vince..." Val sits down next to him, closer than before. Probably unintentionally, because she didn't even look where he was sitting, her eyes still on the message. "He's still on his gig." She sighs and puts the agent aside. "He'll not come anymore - it's getting too late."

Viktor frowns a little. He had hoped that Vince would come over. Now it was clear that he would spend the rest of the evening alone with Val. This almost feels like a date now - even though he knew she'd never call it that, even if it was a date. They finish watching the shard, Val asks a few questions now and then, but most of the time it's quiet. She sits so close to him, he can feel her radiant body heat.

When the recording is over, both have emptied their second beer. Val reaches for the empty bottles on the table. "Another one?" "Sure." Viktor nods and stands up to put his shard back in his pocket before sitting down again. She thrust a drink into his hand and sits down beside him. "So, what to watch now?" "Whatever you want." Viktor says and opens his beer.

"We could watch my old movies." She winks at him with a naughty grin. Viktor almost chokes on his beer. "Your..." he coughs and Val laughs. "Your BDs?" He looks at her in disbelief. Val shakes her head, giggling. "Why not?" Viktor notices how he blushes slightly and Val notices it too. "Oh, Vik - it's not porn." He avoids her eyes. "Still... I... no..." he stuttered. Val pats his shoulder with a giggle. "Okay, okay. Calm down." She turns on the TV and browses through the channels.

They stick with some action movie. Val has been leaning against his shoulder since a few minutes now, her legs pulled up on the couch. Viktor doesn't pay much attention to the movie. He is busy convincing himself that it doesn't matter that she is cuddling up to him. Val is a very flirty and handsy person. She used to cuddle with Jackie as well. She hasn't said anything for some time and her breathing is calm and steady. "Don't fall asleep on me, kid." He can't help but grin. "Vik..." She actually sounds a little sleepy. "If ya don't stop callin' me kid, I'll start callin' you daddy."

Viktor only swallows. His mind's going places and his thoughts straight to his dick. He can feel himself blushing. When he says nothing, Val looks up at him. He clenches his jaw and avoids her gaze, looking at the screen. "Oh, you're blushing." She giggles. "Guess you'd like that, huh?" He still looks straight ahead stubbornly. "Leave it alone, V." She giggles and kisses him on the cheek. "You're adorable, Vik." She leans against him again.

His cheek feels as if it has caught fire where her lips have just touched it. "Just teasing a lil'. You know that." She shifts a little to make herself more comfortable. Viktor puts his arm around her. "Yeah, I know..." He knows it very well. She enjoys teasing him, testing his reactions. But that's it. As if a pretty young woman like her would want anything from him. Anything more than just a friend or a shoulder to lean on. She could have anyone - and she has anyone she wants, Viktor knows that very well.

When the movie ends, Val yawns heavily as she sits up. "I should leave and let you get some sleep." Viktor says and stands up. "Hmm..." Val looks up at him with tired eyes. "It's late, you don't have to drive all the way home." Val looks at the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. "And you drank." "Oh, I didn't drink that much." Viktor also looks at the bottles to avoid her gaze. "Vik, come on." She stands up and looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, okay." Viktor looks around. "I'll take the couch." Val sighs as she turns off the TV. "That's preposterous. First - you are way too big for the couch. Second - we are adults, we can share a bed." Viktor sighs and nods, still without looking at her. He capitulates - he knows arguing with Val is useless. Adults... Yes, he always says that he's an old man. But sharing a bed with this woman. He feels more like a fucking teenager. Viktor swallows hard while taking off his shoes.

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Okay, the "only one bed" situation isn't an actual part of this, cause it's already 2k+ words. I tried to fit in all the words for the tech prompt and then I came up with more and more details. So I hope this is still fine for the prompt.

Val grew up in Heywood with lots of 'Tinos and speaks broken Spanish. I'd guess she uses several phrases and wordings in Spain, kinda like I and my family uses particular in Danish. Val was with the Mox and a dancer at Lizzie's before she left NC for Atlanta. Many people asume her old BDs are XBDs but they are in fact lap dances, striptease and other stuff - sexy but not sex.

I like the scene, I like some of the dialogues and I like how giddy Val is in the first part. I'm not totally happy with the writing, but it's to long to rewrite it. So for now, for the event this has to be good enough. I'll rewrite it and continue (have a draft already) at some point after the event.

[elenaoftheturks]

Dawn of a new era(Takemura/Reader)

Chapter 2: Circle of Life and Death

“Tell me ____, why are you glaring at me every time I am here, have I done something wrong?”

„Eh? No, you didn't... “,you started shaking your head and scratched your neck „I didn't mean to glare at you like that. I wasn't glaring on purpose, it's just my face. I just don't know how to deal with you in general.“

He was standing so close to you that you had to look up a little, his posture even more intimidating.

Takemura crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows just enough for you to think it was your imagination „How to deal with me? Why?“, he looked at the still unconscious V, „I helped him,did I not? Is that not enough to trust me?“.

He obviously misunderstood the whole situation but he had one point, he saved your friend. For the time being that has to be enough.

„You are right and sorry but it needs more to trust someone. Who says you're not the one who put him into that condition and Karma has hit you afterwards?“ You shifted your weight from one leg to another,looking at Vs unconscious body.

Just as Takemura opened his mouth to give you an answer, the front door opened and Viktor stepped in with a big frown on his face.

„Good to see you are here too ____. I need you to go and talk to Misty.“

Viktor moved closer to you and Takemura and placed his hand on your shoulder squeezing it lightly.

„Listen,girl. It's about Jackie. His body was returned to his mother and M-----?!“

You already ran past Takemura, your eyes burned, tears forming, as you accidentally bumped into him to avoid bumping into Viktor, and left before Viktor could finish his last sentence.

You've had a feeling where Misty could be, the Garage's entrance close to El Coyote Cojo, she once told you she would go there frequently when Jackie was absent,waiting for his return. She was always there if you wanted to talk or if you had any problems and could need a friend right now.

You lost one of your best friend, she lost the love of her life.

Just thinking about how she might feel brings tears to your eyes.

Takemuras PoV:

I felt myself to become more annoyed with every silent second passing, it was obvious that my presence made her feel uncomfortable.

But why? I saved her friends life. That should have shown my good intentions,did it not? I was here for a couple of days but I talked more with Viktor than with her or Misty, Viktors assistant.

Viktor told me ____ is a good person that helps out if she has the time.

However,every time I came to visit she was keeping her distance, glaring at me from the other side of the room.

„I helped him,did I not? Is that not enough to trust me?“

Her eyes widened, just as her brows and her mouth was trying to form an answer.

„You are right and sorry. I wasn't glaring, it's just my face... But it needs more to trust someone. Who says you're not the one who put him into that condition and Karma has hit you afterwards?“,she glared again and shifted from one leg to another.

What kind of insulting-answer is that?

In my time here I realized that she is curious, stubborn and somewhat direct with her answers. Nobody would've doubted my intentions before, I always did what I had to do. But her, friendly words yet sharp as a blade.

Interesting.

Just as I wanted to question her again, Viktor came in and she ran out without thinking, accidentally bumping into me and not apologizing.

Rude... But I guess Nightcity is like that.

„Let's see how is our patient is.“,Viktor pulled the chair closer to V and checked his vitals. „Hmmm....Guess it's only a matter of time now.“

He rose again,facing me now „What about you? Did ____ take care good of you?Here, have some coffee.“, and threw me a can of coffee which I easily catched and opened.

„I thank you. She did indeed. I have yet to show my gratitude. She doesn't seem to like me much.“ I took a sip. It tasted like shit but I was grateful nonetheless.

Viktor shrugged and stared at his own coffee and turned on his screen to watch a boxing match „I'm sure she didn't mean it. But try seeing her point of view, you arrived here with V, both of you heavily wounded, Jackie whom she knew since her teenage years also dead. You would be distrustful as well, wouldn't you?“,while I walk to the door to exit.

„You have a point.See you.“, I said while leaving.

There are still a lot of things to do, I shouldn't waste my time here.

[space-blue]

Another Ode to Jackie

Another love letter to the best NPC 4eva, but with a male V this time.

V holds a light grip on the wheel of their car. He has a pleasant smile on, unworried. These past few months, he hasn't even had to fake it.

'What is this pendejo doing?' Jackie moans besides him.

'You need to chill my friend. This is the French border, he's checking these guys for contraband and nothing else.'

'I know.'

'We're in a luxury car. They'll leave us alone.'

'I know, I know. I just...'

V chuckles, glances at his partner.

'You know that first time, when we jacked through NC's border with an iguana in the boot, I thought it was your first rodeo.'

'No fuckin' way,' Jackie grumbles, hiding his grimace behind a tattooed hand.

The border guard is making his way towards them.

'Yeah, turns out you just suck at this every time like it's your first time huh? Bonjour monsieur officier.'

The young lad gives V a small smile, appreciating the effort, if not the success.

'Bonjour. Can I see your papers please?'

'Of course, here you are.'

The young man gives a cursory scan of the documents with his government issued cybernetic eyes, and gives V and his nervous passenger a second glance under a slight frown.

'You drive this car?'

V laughs, delighted and genuine still.

'I thought the same when I got it! Finally top grade AI, no need to drive and all that. But my friend, let me tell you, it's a waste to let the AI drive this beauty, it rides like a cloud. I stay behind the wheel like a hobbyist now. I really recommend you give it a try.'

The guard gives him a deadpan glare.

'Little too out of my pay grade.'

'Not if you rent it for a weekend trip,' V says, tossing a chip at him.

The young guard snatches it out of the air, grinning madly, making this the cheeriest bribe V's ever delivered.  

'As you say sir, bon voyage.'

They drive off into France. Jackie shifts in his seat, sighs, and turns his attention to the radio station, running through French channels until he finds something suitable for a cruise down the Pyrénées.

'Your talents are wasted behind the wheel amigo.'

'Don't be a gasbag, amigo, I'm only nice like that because I'm happy. They can feel it you know, that there's nothing to hide.'

Jackie laughs at that. They have plenty to hide, just not in the boot of the car, for once.

But V is truly content, driving around Europe like a carefree nomad clan of two. After their last and boldest mission, when Jackie'd been bleeding all over him and things looked like they'd gone tits up, V had realised how much he loved his partner, how the fun he had in NC had come from him. How forty percent wouldn't be worth it if he were to spend them alone. As they bled out on Delamain's back seats, V had surprised himself with a prayer, mumbled under his breath and addressed to no one in particular, that at the very least they make it out alive, both of them. Even if they had to go hide in NC's sewers for a decade, being in it with Jackie would be fun, and much better than dying, or worse, surviving him. Somehow they'd made it. Somehow Dex had come through, wiring them the money and going to ground without a word. By then it was crystal clear that they needed to make themselves scarce. For a good long while. burning bridges was second nature for V, but Jackie...

V gives him a glance, realises he's mixing drinks in glasses held between his thighs.

'Whatcha looking at me like that for?'

'Just in disbelief that you can mix tequila cocktails with your knees.'

Jackie laughs and hands him a glass.

'To each their own talent, eh? You like the drinks I fix you, I like the way you make us go through borders like el viento.'

V surrenders control to the AI and takes a sip of his drink. It tastes like good old days, and like a magnificent present. They watch the sun cast long shadows with the walls of the valleys they descend into, they let the breeze burst through the windows, whipping their long hair worn loose. They joke and banter, make plans for the evening and the morrow, and V feels the smallest tinge of guilt, that this life feels so perfect to him.

'What's bothering you?' Jackie asks finally, perceptive as ever.

V sigh and looks at him, wistful. Jackie's always so honest, it's hard not to be the same, out of respect.

'You still miss them?' V asks finally.

'Them who chico? I miss a lot of people.'

'Yeah, I figured. See, I'm just aware, you know... Compared to you I... You can say I got real lucky.'

'How so?'

'I didn't leave anyone behind, not really. I got to run away with my family. With you.'

Jackie's face splits in a big smile, only the cant of his eyebrows hinting at a tinge of sadness. He wraps up V's neck in a huge paw, brings him close to bump foreheads.

'Oww!'

'You're my family too, tonto, we're lucky in this together.'

And so they are, and they drive on.

[seisdcorvos]

boy don't try to front, i know just what you are.

quando descobriu que faria parte de um girl group, não imaginava que passar horas tirando fotos com alguém que não fazia parte do seu grupo seria parte de sua rotina tão cedo em sua carreira. ela e kijoon, sua dupla no projeto da loen, já estavam em sua quarta troca de roupas, o ponteiro das horas se encaminhava para a terceira volta e ela não entendia a razão daquilo demorar tanto - não que não gostasse de se arrumar e tirar fotos, longe daquilo, mas a empresa tinha uma visão bastante direcionada do que queria, e se um dos dois errasse a pose ou a foto não combinasse com a das outras duplas, eles eram obrigado a repetir até chegar a perfeição. jackie suspirou quando o fotografo se afastou por alguns segundos, virando de súbito para o líder do grupo irmão ao seu. “ — eu não aguento mais, meu pescoço vai ficar duro de ficar por tanto tempo nessa posição! eu não fico fofa usando aqueles imobilizadores." reclamou baixinho para o outro, mesmo sem ter intimidade alguma - bem, esperava que três horas intermináveis tirando fotos os tivessem aproximado em alguma dimensão. “ — quer saber? eu vou pôr música." saiu de sua posição, atravessando a sala a fim de achar seu celular. “ — oi, é rapidinho.” falou para o fotógrafo que voltara e agora a olhava de forma confusa e levemente raivosa. abriu o spotify e colocou no aleatório antes de voltar para perto do bae, os acordes de closer do neva-eh ressoando pelo estúdio. “ — música sempre ajuda, o fotógrafo até sorriu pra gente!” constatou antes de voltar para a posição indicada, as próximas fotos se tornando mais divertidas para a choi, que sorria genuinamente, e logo a batida de womanizer explodiu do auto falante de seu celular, animando-a ainda mais. nada como britney spears para melhorar o seu humor.

@roscents​ @clubinhodaluta​

[tanukihunt]

Countries Away Chapter 5

I’m begging for forgiveness, everything I’ve done

If God is listening, He knows I’m not the only one

It’s okay to lash out from the rules that I’m enslaved But somehow someday, I’ll have to turn the page ——————————–                Amos groaned as he opened his eyes. He was bundled in a bunch of blankets, and he seemed to be in Candon’s room. Philippa was dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth. He groaned. Candon was saying something, but he wasn’t exactly listening. “You should hear this, Amos. Candon has a plan to try and fix this.” Spencer brushed some of his blonde hair off his forehead. The Spaniard’s brown eyes seemed to be full of pain. Amos could see why. His arm was tightly bandaged. 

               "What happened to you arm?“ Amos sat up a bit. Spencer’s leather jacket had been on him. Spencer looked away. 

                "Dad wasn’t asleep.” Amos nodded with understanding.

                 "Pay attention, everyone.“ Candon said. Out of all the attendees, he was the only one without a flag on his face. Everyone who got a flag - Indiana, Mallory, Brittany, Austin, Zeke, Philippa, Japan, Gesper, Minnie, Spencer, Amos - even Russel and his sister Ukiah were there. "Alright, we need to have a plan of action. Part 1 is recruiting. Russell’s dad has been painting faces yesterday and today. I’m going to let myself get grabbed, get my flag, and see who else gets snagged.

                Part 2 is Indonesia, Britain, Spain, and Philippines’s job. We have to set up bases. We need a spot to plan attacks and a spot to use as an infirmary. We’ll need a spot to put our weapons and ammunition. We’ll use the school as a main spot.

                 Finally is Part 3. We need to prepare for a battle. We’re gonna fight against this.” Candon laid it all out. “Any questions?”

                A smaller hand shot out from the group, it’s tannish color seemingly recognizable from the others. “Yes?” He asked, pointing to the hand.

                ”Eh, ¿qué pasa con el reloj, por si acaso?” - Well he could really only understand qué in that question. “Spencer?”

               ”Yeah?”

              ”Could you do translation between Minnie and I?”

              ”Sure, what the hell. She asked about watch just in case Richïe, Savin or Issac came by,”

              ”Where would we set up?”

              Spencer walked over to Minnie, and pulled her out of the group. “Candon preguntó dónde estableceríamos,”

              ”En algún lugar entre la ciudad y la escuela, supongo,”

               ”Ay, somewhere between town and the school. How does that sound to you guys?” - A murmur of agreement swept around the room. Candon nodded his head. “Then it’s settle, Minnie, Amos and Ukiah will help me,”

                 Internally Amos fist bumped the air, but literally he just laid on the bed feeling too stiff to move. He nodded his head, a small smile on his face. “We set up tonight,”

             The alarm in Amos’ room chimed. Everyone got up. “Wait!” A British voice piped up. Everyone turned to the pale faced Brittany. “What should we call ourselves?” Scott, a Scottish boy with his flag, nodded. 

                “Aye, weh ned ah naym. Othawise weh git confused.” He agreed.

                “Then what do we call ourselves? We can’t just be the kids.” Indiana Kakai chimed. Spencer, Philippa, Jackie, Amos, and Candon looked at each other with a smile.

                 "Spain, would you approve of our chosen name?“ Spencer nodded determinedly. 

                  "Sí." 

                  "Philippines?” Philippa smiled.

                   "Oo.“

                   "Japan?” Jackie nodded.

                   "私はこの決定を承認します。Let’s do it.“

                   "United States of America?” Amos smirked.

                   "Are you kidding me, Canada? Fuck yeah, I’m on the other’s side. Only question is who’s leader.“ He said. Candon smiled.

                    "All in favor of the USA leading us?” Everyone’s hand shot up. Amos nodded.

                     "Candon is my strategizer, Spencer is my second in command, Philippa is my third in command, and Jackie is my head of Guard along with Spence.“ Candon smiled. Spencer stepped forward. 

                "Con mucho gusto serviré a tu lado. I will gladly serve by your side.” He translated with a bow and smile. Philippa and Jackie also did this.

                  “Malugod akong maglilingkod sa tabi mo.”

                  “喜んであなたのそばで奉仕します。” Amos smiled.

                  “Then it’s settled.” He said, standing up.

                   "We are now the Country Humans, ready to defend. Here we stand-“

                    "AND HERE WE FALL!!” The crowd finished for him. Minnie had said “¡Y AQUÍ NOS CAGAMOS!” Amos smiled with pride.

                   The revolution had begun.

[the-necessary-unnecessary]

Crees que merel aceptaría jugar en otro equipo? Aunque eso signifique alejarse de Ana? Tiene calidad para jugar en un equipo más top, no crees?

Pues si, es algo que había pensado antes y obviamente si no fuera por Ana jugar en el Betis nunca habría sido una opción. Pero diciendo esto, tampoco es un equipo malo eh, acabaron sextas en la liga el año pasado y hay bastantes jugadoras de selecciones nacionales que están jugando en equipos que acaban de ascender como Jackie en el Man United y obviamente las de Tacón. No creo que se iría a otro club por el momento, ha dicho en varias entrevistas que está muy bien en Sevilla, tiene un contrato professional, vive con su novia, tiene tiempo para estudiar psicología y su equipo nacional sigue contando con ella. Qué se podría ir a un club que tenga unos resultados mejores? Pues si, pero dudo que esto sea algo que quiera hacer por el momento.

[broken-clover]

Illyria Aquiarium- Haircut Day

So sorry for taking so long! I didn’t mean to leave this alone for as long as I did. I like writing all these tiny fics, and I’ve got a few more coming up! Mostly they’ll be involving daily-life stuff at the aquarium, but I’ll try to mix other stuff in!

“Just a lil’ more...lil’ more...hey, hold still! How am I supposed to work with you wiggling?”

May offered a series of playful clicks, sensing the humor in the human’s tone. She continued squirming around in Axl’s lap as a brush tried to run through her messy brown hair.

“Oh, this a joke to ya, eh?” Axl smirked, managing to snip a little more of the girl’s hair off so it lined up with the rest. “Well, jokes on you, but I finished, anyway! What’cha think of that?”

The dolphin clapped her hands, flopping back onto the floor and easily slipping back into her open tank. She slapped her tail against the surface a few times for good measure, and swam back down.

“Oi, Jackie!” Axl turned to check on his co-worker. “Need a hand?”

The girl flashed a smile back at him. “Nah, I’ve got him! Finally.” In one hand, she held a fish treat just out of Sin’s reach, while the other trimmed his shaggy blonde hair. When the section was finished, she tossed him the snack. “Nice job, buddy! Almost done!”

Hair-cutting day was one of the more enjoyable chores at the aquarium. It was also one of the few that both Raven and I-no were willing to come down and help with. The added manpower made it easier to keep track of everyone, so the mood tended to be a lot more mellow, with less worry or something going terribly wrong before anyone could intervene.

“I never even know how to cut this right.” I-no grumbled, trying to pin Jam’s hair back as the carp squirmed in impatient annoyance. “Wouldn’t it be easier to keep it short?”

“Jam likes her hair long.” Axl replied. “If you cut it short, she’s gonna kill you.”

“Fine, fine. At this point I’m surprised she hasn't gotten caught in anything.”

“Oh, give them some credit. Mer are very clever things.” Raven paused from giving Potemkin his buzzcut to go help I-no. The whale shark remained calm despite the interruption, staying propped up on his muscular arms by the tank’s edge. “I know you train yourself to think from a scientific standpoint, but you probably wouldn’t want to be pulled around, either.”

“Heya, El!” Jack-O started pulling out the lionfish, trying her best to keep the snipped-down barbs from snagging on anything. “Just a trim today, alright?”

Elphelt clapped her hands together and swished her tail, spraying droplets of water everywhere. She practically pushed herself against Jack-O, who flinched and held the scissors away.

“Someone’s excited! Be careful, don’t want either of us to get stabbed.”

“How has his hair gotten so long again already?” Axl was already busy trying to trim Ky’s hair. Unlike Sin, he was calm and stoic, sitting perfectly still as he was brushed.

“It’s weird, but he seems to like it longer lately, anyway.” Jack-O replied, getting started on Elphelt. “Ever since Sin showed up, he’s like his hair down his back.”

“Setting an example for the kid, maybe?”

“Maybe. Not sure what having long hair accomplishes, but-” she cut herself off, going back to brushing the pink-haired fish. “Relax, El, I’m being careful.”

The floor was quickly being hidden behind piles of multicolored hair. It was an odd sight, and Raven briefly had to run off and grab a broom to start sweeping the wet mess up into something a little more organized.

“That short enough for you?” Jack-O paused her cutting to get a better look at her handiwork. “Want it shorter, El?”

The lionfish ran webbed fingers through her hair, figuring out where it ended. She thought for a moment and started wiggling back towards her tank, chirping in approval.

“Taking that as a yes, then?”

“Oh, you’re done?” Axl glanced up. “Do us a favor and go grab the, ah, the purple can.”

The girl immediately stiffened up, then sighed as she slumped. “Fine. It’s in the supply cabinet, right?”

“Yeah.”

While everyone was busy finished up, she ran off towards the large storage closet in the corner. After less than a minute of searching, she came back clutching an old shrimp can.

I-no had an equally unpleasant reaction as she saw the can, expression growing suspicious and irritated. “You didn’t cheat, did you?”

“Sheesh, relax, I didn’t look.” Jack-O jostled the can, making the four wooden sticks rattle inside of it. “No cheating, I know.”

Raven was the only one who didn’t look outright upset, instead kneeling on the ground with calm detachment. “I suppose the fun can only last so long…”

“So who’s going first?” The can was shaken again. “I know I gotta go last now…”

I-no managed to beat everyone else over to the can, snatching one of the stick out of it. She froze, letting out a relieved sigh as she looked over the plain, unmarked wood. “Thank god.”

Raven and Axl managed to reach it at the same time. The silver-haired man tutted, shaking his head. “The statistics are always the same, I-no. What’s the rush?”

“Hey, I’m not the one feeding the little devil today, so I couldn’t care less about whatever you have to say.”

“It’s just amusing.” Raven pulled a stick out. “Unmarked. We’re supposed to be professionals here.”

“Yeah, relax!” Axl said. “Figured you of all people-...”

“Ooh…” Jack-O flinched, hissing. “Sorry, buddy.”

The man clutched a stick like the others, but instead of plain wood, the tip was stained with purple marker.

“I- ehehe…” Axl went pale. “Hey, Jackie, don’t suppose you could-”

“Nope.” She replied simply, taking all the sticks back.

The four of them looked over into the tank, though the steel grate and rippling water. They caught a brief glimpse of violet for a moment, before Bedman noticed them watching. His response was immediate, baring his sharp saw-teeth and diving deeper down to find a place to hide.

“...This is gonna suck.”

“I’ll go get the tranquiliser gun.” Raven turned and headed for the aquarium’s stairs, pausing before he reached the door. “On second thought, I’ll bring the first-aid kit, too. Probably gonna need it.”

[factoides-yajan]

Factoide #3947

(#3947) En la serie animada "las aventuras de Jackie Chan" el Tío de Jackie suele repetir una frase constantemente Los fanáticos de la serie saben que una de las líneas más icónicas proviene del mismo tío, un canto que repite en momentos de extrema necesidad cuando se enfrenta a espíritus o entidades sobrenaturales Para aquellos que no hablan chino cantonés, pueden descartar esto como una frase sin sentido; después de todo, es una caricatura para niños, ¿verdad? ¡ERROR! Resulta que la frase "Yu Mo Gui Gwai Fai Di Zao!" o “妖魔鬼怪快哋走” se puede trasladar como "¡Demonios malignos y espíritus malévolos, retírense!" Muy bueno, ¿eh? ¡Y aquí la gente dudaba del tío!

[Publicado originalmente el 1 de Septiembre del 2022]

[strong-reader-slash-writer]

A transcript of all the Spanish spoken in OFMD

(To the best of my ability. Please let me know if something is incorrect or if I’m missing a scene.)

Episode 1:

Oluwande Brings Food

Oluwande: Yo traigo comida

Episode 2:

The Journal

Jim: Día veintiocho a la fuga. Por el alto precio de mi cabeza, estoy atrapado en este disfraz. En una prisión de mi propia creación. El precio de la venganza es muy alto. Aquí estoy, en el borde de la cordura, sudando están mis supuestos cojones.

-

Episode 3

Lucius in the Trunk

Jim: Ese va cerdito… ¡cállate hombrecito! (Not confident about “ese va.”)

Jim (via Vico’s TikTok): Me tienes hasta aquí con tu cantarino de mierda.

Talking to Alfeo

Jim: We meet again, pendejo.

Arguing About the Dagger (first line via a comment on the same TikTok above)

Jim: ¡Estaba ahí! ¡Clarita!

Jim: … hombrecito! Jimenez, ¿qué pasa?

On the Spanish Ship

Spanish guy: The Gentleman Pirata?

Spanish guy: Así tratamos a los piratas.

(Sorry, but I’m unable to transcribe the last thing he says. I’d be grateful if anyone else could help!)

Jim: Felicidades, cara de culo.

-

Episode 4

You’ve Been Looking At Me All Day

Jim: ¿Qué te pasa?

You All Know Me As Jim

Jim: ¿Sí?

The Lighthouse

Spanish pirate: Mira.

Spanish pirate captain: No puede ser. ¿Un faro?

Spanish pirate: Es un faro. ¡Cambia el rumbo!

(I cannot transcribe the Spanish captain’s last line either, sorry)

-

Episode 7

About St. Augustine

Jim: ¿Qué te pasa?

Jim: Cálmate.

Finding the Oranges

Jim: Soy yo.

Over Cake

Nana: Me gusta. ¿Es tu marido, o están viviendo en pecado?

Jim: Él habla español, Nana.

Nana: Muy bien. Ay, ¡muy muy bien!

Outside Throwing Knives

Nana: …Siete Gallos.

Jim: Sí, sí, Nana.

Nana: How many of the Siete Gallos live?

Nana: Eres una decepción.

Jim: La vida es la decepción. ¿No fue es que lo me enséñate?

Jim’s Flashback

Father Jimenez: ¿Puedo ayudarte? Esto es nuestra tierra.

Alfeo: ¿Qué buena naranjas, eh?

Father Jimenez: Toma todos los que quieres.

Alfeo: ¿En serio?

Crew Leaving With the Oranges

Nana: Vamos. Adiós.

Nana: Lo siento, mijo. La vida es dolor.

Oluwande: La vida es dolor.

-

Episode 8

Threatening Jackie

Jim: You tell me everything about the Siete Gallos…

[omgcheckpleasespanish]

★ Notas sobre el final de Check, Please!: Tercer Año ★

Además de estar a rebosar de hockey, pasteles, bobadas y momentos cucos entre nuestros protagonistas, cada volumen de Check, Please! responde a una pregunta. Normalmente por accidente. Eh. Esa pregunta se suele plantear a principios del año escolar de Bitty.

Cuando Bitty lleva un pastel de nueces de pecán (una especialidad de la cocina sureña, cálida y dulce… #BittyEsElPastel) a su primer kegster en Samwell, no puede sobrevivir a una sola fiesta sin que lo destrocen. Entonces, os preguntasteis si Bitty podría sobrevivir en ese ambiente hostil de machos. Cuando Jacky y Bitty tienen una batalla de gritos en la ducha sobre «Halo», de Beyoncé, os preguntasteis si esos dos compañeros podrían llegar a llevarse bien. Cuando Bitty le asegura a Jack que va   mantener su relación en secreto y Jack le miente a todo el mundo sobre su   ovia inexistente, os preguntasteis… ¿cuánto van a poder seguir así Jack y Bitty?

Bueno, no mucho, porque los dos locos  se lo han contado a todo el planeta.

Eric Bittle, so pastelero bobo anti-conflictos, enamorado hasta los poros, orgulloso de tu Copa-Stanley-Mann, dramático y con sentimientos encontrados. ✓

☆ ☆ ☆ NOTAS  ☆ ☆ ☆

✓ ¿DÓNDE ESTÁN JACK Y BITT-? ¡Lo descubriremos en el cuarto año! ¡Sh! ¡Parad el carro!

✓  ¿¡¿¡SE HAN  BESADO EN LA TELE!?!? ¡Jack ha dicho te quiero! ¡Bitty lo quiere desde hace tiempo! ¡Los sándwiches de mantequilla de cacahuete eran sándwiches de te quiero! ¡Han dado una vueltecita en el hielo! ¡Suzanne no lo sabía! ¡Eric Bittle tiene que llamar a su mamá! ¡Shitty! ¡George y Marty yThirdy! ¡Parse! ¡Los Aces de las Vegas! ¡¡El equipo de hockey de Samwell!! ¡SUZANNE! ¡¡COACH!! ¡¡SÍ!!

✓ ¡Ugh! ¡Podemos esperar muchas cosas del último año de uni de Bitty! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

✓ El beso. Sí, supongo que podemos empezar por lo principal. Jack y Bitty han tomado una decisión increíblemente romántica, increíblemente valiente e increíblemente imprudente y se han besado en el centro de la pista. Los personajes, al igual que las personas reales, no siempre toman las mejores decisiones. ¿Estaban pensando sobre cómo la victoria de los Falcs quedaría ligada para siempre a ese beso? Na. ¿Bitty pensaba en la espiral de confusión y traición a la que iba a lanzar a su madre? Nop. ¿Jack pensaba en las conferencias de prensa y las preguntas que iba a tener que contestar el resto del verano y puede que de su vida? ¡Claro que no! Lo único en lo que estaban pensando era en el otro y en lo lejos que habían llegado. A pesar de la avalancha de consecuencias, se debe reconocer el valor de vivir el momento.

✓ Vale, bien, lo pillo.  “¿Por qué no podemos?” Vale, ética, moral, física y teóricamente, no hay ningún motivo para que dos personas que se quieren no puedan abrazarse y besarse después de un logro monumental. Pero Bitty… BITTYYYY. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

✓ ¿Cómo ha CORRIDO Eric Bittle por el hielo a ver a Jack? Se habría resbalado y patinado con el culo. ¡Ba! ¡Como si fuera a dejar que una tontería como la FÍSICA se interponga ante un grandioso momento romántico! Además, al parecer, con todo el patinaje y las familias paseando por ahí, el hielo está rugoso; más tracción.

✓ Sándwiches. Espera que este capítulo empezara con las consecuencias del tiro de Jack en “7  partidos”, así que empezar con un sándwich ha sido un poco como empezar por el lado equivocado. SÍ. Ya sabéis. Tenía que enseñar lo lejos que habían llegado JLZ y ERB. Y tenía que enseñar a Jack siendo muy extra. Y tenía que  enseñar el sufrimiento que esconde Bitty detrás de una carita así «:^)».

Traducción de idioma de robot de hockey y de bella sureña.

- «Pero es como con el hockey. Me he dado cuenta de que significas mucho para mí y…» La primera vez que jugué al hockey era como «ay, madre, allá vamos». Así es como pienso en ti. Lo siento si es raro. Creo que tenemos que ir a por el puck en cada jugada, pero el puck son las cosas que nos hacen felices y las jugadas son como la vida, ¿sabes?

- «Yo también te quiero. Desde hace tiempo. Es que va a ser tan difícil guardarme todo esto». Te quiero desde ni sé cuándo. Pero he estado evitando esperando decir esa palabra… no puedo vivir con la realidad de tener que esconder lo mucho que siento. Pero ¡no pasa nada! Soy Eric “Evité decirle al amor de mi vida cómo me sentía en su graduación porque lol qué es el dolor” Bittle.

✓ ¡Detalles!  

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✓ Parse. Parse, Parse,  Parse. Lo primero y principal, voy a cubrir los tres tipos de lectores de Check, Please:

Ya, Parse me da totalmente igual: Tengo que presentar ranas nuevas, ponerme al día con Shitty, Lardo, Ransom y Holster, decidir cómo están sibreviviendo Dex, Nursey y Chowder a la Haus, eneseñar cómo les va a Ford, Tango y Whiskey en su segundo año, hacer que el equipo elija a otro capitán después de Bitty Y dedicar capítulos a Bitty como capitán, Bitty como estudiante de último año, Bitty enfrentándose a sus padres y la relación de Bitty con Jack. Eso va a ser el foco principal del cuarto año.

Parse es un tipo desagradable: Ay, Dios, no os preocupéis. Este cómic es sobre Eric Bittle, Jack y el equipo de hockey de Samwell. Además, no he metido ningún rollo de telenovela adolescente todavía, venga.

¡¡Parse es EL MEJOR!!: Ay, gente, ¡le va a ir bien! Mmm, estoy bastante emocionada con lo que va a pasar. ¡Bien para Parser!

✓ ¿Puedes hablarnos más de los Aces de las Vegas? ¿¿Qué le pasa a Carl?? Vale, lo primero: ignorad a Carl. Centraos en Scrappy. Scraps y el tal Troy son los mejores amigos de Parse en el equipo. Scrappy no es muy listo y Troy es el que ha comentado que Troy es un trolero. Scrappy opina que Parser es el tipo más listo que conoce.

✓  Y, uh, ¿cómo lleva Georgia todo esto? GM está… estresada. Su preciado  delantero no aparece por ningún lado y lo único que sabe es que la mitad de  su equipo se fue de fiesta loca en un apartamento en Providence. ¿Había un  patito hinchable gigante? ¡DÓNDE está Jack Zimmermann!

✓ ¿Y Suzanne y Entrenador? … :^/

✓ Vale. Pero, una cosa más… ¿dónde están Jack y Bitty? ¡Lo sabréis pronto! Estoy delineando los últimos capítulos de Check, Please! para siempre siempre. Hay muchas tramas que quiero cerrar en el último año de Bitty y creo que os va a gustar cómo queda la cosa. Cielos, el 99% de vosotros probablemente podéis adivinar cómo acaba. ¡Nunca he dicho que mis historias sean sorprendentes! Y se me ha citado varias veces diciendo que Eric Bittle va a tener un final feliz [enlace en inglés]. *se encoje de hombros* Si esperáis otra cosa, será mejor que os desconectéis.

¿Habrá baches en le camino? Claro. Bitty todavía  tiene que crecer mucho, sufrir y enfrentarse a cosas.

¿Y yo? Yo tengo muchos cómics que dibujar.  ¡Adelante!

☆ En el próximo capítulo: Check, Please!: Cuarto Año.

Gracias por leer. ¡¡Desde el  fondo de mi corazón!

[mochi-chan-2006]

***En su nueva casa***

***Página 1***

Mabel (mamá de Jackie): ¡Aquí estamos cariño, nuestro nuevo hogar!

Jackie: Entonces, ¿dónde está el camión para nuestras cosas, mamá?

Mabel (mamá de Jackie): Oh, ohhh, volverán mañana, así que tendremos que dormir con algunas mantas y ropa que trajimos.

Jackie: Oh, eso es fin-

***Página 2***

*Suena el teléfono de Mabel*

Mabel (mamá de Jackie): *Toma su teléfono* Hola, esta es la Sra. Turner, ¿hmm? ¿Eh? Ohhh eres de verdad? Ohhh, no, no, está bien, gracias por avisarme, está bien, que tengas un buen día, adiós.

*Mabel guarda su teléfono*

Jackie: ¿Qué pasó?

Mabel (mamá de Jackie): Bueno, aparentemente el camión de la mudanza llegará el otro día, lo siento, cariño, mi error.

***Página 3***

Jackie: ¿Hablas en serio ahora?...

*Jackie se enoja un poco, pero trata de calmarse*

Mabel (mamá de Jackie): ¡Lo siento mucho, cariño, pero! Te sugiero que camines por el vecindario para calmarte, mientras yo saco algunas cajas del baúl, pero por favor, no estés tan bien.

Jackie: Hmmmm....

*Al final ella termina caminando por el vecindario*

Jackie: Hm, ya sabes, no es tan malo, se está calmando aquí.

***Página 4***

*Jackie está tan ocupada que camina muy lejos de su casa, llegando al barrio de Madison*

Jackie: Oye, espera un minuto... No creo que deba estar tan lejos.

*Por alguna razón, ella mira el tipo de casa destruida por el fuego hace mucho tiempo*

Jackie: Ohhh....

*en ese momento alguien le lanza una pelota a la cabeza*

Jackie: *Se da la vuelta* ¡Ay! ¿Quién tira eso?

♥ HK canon story ♥

(Reblogged from @askkassandragf-v-2 (me), @groriatrevi10xx and @mochi-chan-2006)

***Translate***

*1*

Jackie como narrador: Las cosas han sido difíciles recientemente en Raven Brooks, especialmente la fuga del Sr. Roth, que se volvió loco después de que le sucedieran algunas cosas a su familia…

Recuerdo cuando me mudé por primera vez a Raven Brooks porque mis padres consiguieron un nuevo trabajo allí.

Recuerdo a mi primera amiga en esa ciudad, Madison Roth, ella era una chica genial, hombre, la amo pero…

Ella lo está pasando mal últimamente, desde que su padre fue a la cárcel y otras cosas a su familia, últimamente ha habido noticias sobre el Sr. Roth…

*2*

Jackie como narrador: Escapó de prisión y la policía lo está buscando.

Antes de que todo esto sucediera, el Sr. Roth me dijo que en realidad nadie viene a esta ciudad y que simplemente se irían y se mudarían lejos de esta ciudad.

Lo cual no entendí por qué al principio, pero ahora…

Entiendo, esta ciudad es un infierno….

*3*

…….

*4*

Jackie como narrador: A veces me pregunto por qué me mudé a Raven Brooks…

¿Por qué?…

*5*

***Capítulo 1***

***Mudanza a Raven Brooks***

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