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simonsaysbark · 6 months

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Notzmo Simon Sez "Simon"

7/14/08 - 10/28/23

There's all these things I want to write.

I'm struggling. I'm a better writer than a speaker, but I'm going to ramble. Lots of words, and somehow, it's not even close to being enough.

Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted a Blue Merle dog. I know. I know. I'm going to get all my show friends and dog friends who shake their heads and say color doesn't matter. I know it doesn't, but- it did for me. It does. I love merles, I love how they look like fog in the woods on a Pacific Northwest Morning. They're swirls of grey and black with pops of tan or muted gold, all different patches. I adored them from afar. I grew up with an Old English Sheepdog, we had friends with merle Aussies and other merle dogs and man, did I covet them as a little girl. However my dog life went a direction I didn't forsee, to German Shepherds. Search and Rescue was my thing, my GSD's were wonderful at it, but the shop kinda took over my time. I showed Shepherds too, enjoyed that, but Matt wanted something a little smaller in the house.

So I did my research. I talked to folks, met dogs, and Corgis fit our lifestyle and our household. Cardigans especially. I could live with that, I've had herding dogs my whole life, they're a big dog with a giant heart and work ethic but with short legs. They had all the things I loved about Shepherds, and not so much of the things I sure can live without.

Plus they came in merle. Geninuely merle, a true pattern of the breed.

We ended up with two rescue Pems from rough beginnings, but man, I still wanted that Cardigan. I don't think I've ever told my Cardi folks how I sneakily went to dog shows, tried talking to some of the breeders a bit around my area. Most of them didn't have time those days. Me? I was too worried about making a mistake or being rude, coming across badly, and I was also hyper aware of how busy folks are at them and didn't want to push. I guess that was okay. Universe testing me, do you really want this breed? I did. The more I was around the ones I saw, the more I loved them.

So, I sent out a whole lot of email inquiries to folks, with pictures of my German Shepherds, with what a story of, what I did, that I showed, I trained. I think I had pictures of my dogs and my fenced yard, haha. I admit, I'm a little terrified to cold call folks, it's- it's hard for me. I told them I was willing to wait for the right dog to come along. I wanted something healthy, I wanted them to maybe try doing SAR or some dog sport, I wanted to try showing, but- I wanted a blue merle too. Years were fine. If I'm to be honest no one really answered, but I was patient and kept trying. Then I heard from Dona and Sharon, who-- had a litter and a pup that might fit what I wanted. It was way earlier than I expected but I was game. I told them, I loved working dogs, I love thinking dogs, I plan on doing all these things with my dog.

They picked him out for me, and he was everything they said he was right down to when I first met him at the airport and took him home, he snuggled and was calm and observant to everything, confident and thoughtful about his new life. He then snatched his leash in his mouth when I put him down on the lawn and took himself for his walk. I'd been warned he did that. He did it his whole life; he would carry his leash for the first few steps of every walk, just to let you know if he really wanted to, he could yank it out of your hand and do it himself just fine, thanks. He was housebroken in an instant. He only slept in a crate by the bed for less than a month before we found him curled up asleep in the big dog bed at bedtime and took a chance on him staying out and he was oddly perfect. I kept waiting for the terrible rotten teenage stages, but no. Simon never put a foot wrong, you could trust him flat out the house. He never made a mess or got into anything he wasn't supposed to. Period. Never chewed a single thing that wasn't for chewing. He played with my huge Shepherd, brave as could be.

And oh gosh. He loved toys. He loved fetch. Fetch. Ball. Ball. Ball. He was more focused and driven than some of my working line Shepherds I have owned. Way more.

I took a few pictures, posted them for myself on my blog that I'd had the Shepherds on... and was like huh, the camera really likes this little guy.

Little did I know what I'd let out of the box. Once he found that camera though, that was it. Folks ask all the time, did I give him treats? Did I train him to pose? Nope. Never. Not for pictures. I sure encouraged it, but to be honest, his reward was going out and posing on stuff and knowing he was awesome, throwing out his chest and strutting around Seattle like he owned it, taking walks in the woods and the crags and mountains, running through streams and dirt. Mud and filth and full tilt, but you never had to worry about him getting into trouble out there. He stuck close, and always kept an eye on where I was, even as a pup.

Simon snored in the bed. In the middle of the night he'd squish himself as close as possible, put his muzzle over my neck and his heavy, stubby leg over my shoulder and drool. He loved to cuddle. Cake was his favorite special treat in the world. His eyes would get like saucers over cake. I've shared so many dog friendly cakes. You could ask him if he wanted a bath and he'd make a decision on the spot, yes or no and hop himself in the tub on his own accord, which always made me laugh. He could swim like a otter.

I made so many friends from blogs and places that are long gone on the internet. Was overjoyed when I met other Cardigan folks on photo sites and blogs, because at the time you really... you didn't see them at all. Our online photo blog secret Cardi society and all that. My photography hobby and skill improved with him in massive leaps and bounds.

He was an internet star with followers before the net blew up into what it is now. I've thought about that over the years and to be honest, I'm glad it was that way because I got to know so many people on a one to one basis. We never did things specifically for money or fame like I see a lot of now. His fan base was organic and loved him just because he was a funny, expressive, and cool dog. Most of you who follow me didn't start following me for me, and I like that.

It was such a shock to me but a good one - I'm a bit quiet, but here I own this dog that's as extroverted as it gets, and it worked out. I was his faithful Nikon Paparazzi, he was my famous good looking actor. We would go places and people I never met before would ask me about my dog. He was a fantastic breed ambassador. People loved to hear what he was and learn about Cardigans. Many folks randomly recognized him from his blog, from Tumblr, from Flickr. I had people lean out of car windows or walk by us and snap a picture of him. Once I wasn't paying attention and he stopped mid stride when we were out in Seattle, and I nearly fell over him. As I managed to keep my feet (I said some naughty words, heh) I realized that I'd never saw the man leaning out the window with the phone camera in hand at the light by the theater snapping a shot. Simon sure did, and he was chest out, ears up, until the car behind the guy honked and the guy hastily waved at us and went on.

He helped me meet Cardi people, get involved in the breed with folks. I credit his presence for so many of my friends in this breed that I adore and who mean the world to me in Cardidom. Who helped me learn to show again after I lost my eye and was even more stressed about public moments because I didn't want to drop a dog on the floor off the table, or miss a cue. A big blue icebreaker. He oozed charm. He knew he was all that, but in the way that he didn't have to be in your face. Lady dogs loved him, it always cracked me up because he surprisingly wasn't into the girls. He was so easy to deal with around the ladies, and always polite to them. He'd give up food, treats, anything and was a gentleman- well, except when a ball was involved. (Dearest Kate... I'm sorry he ran into you like a Mack truck that one time we were all out playing. We all heard his big noggin crack into you like a football helmet, and he about laid you flat. I hope you get a chance to knock some sense into him in return, in that place where all good dogs go.)

Simon tried showing, because I wanted a show dog to show. To be honest, he has a few points but he never enjoyed it like Caleb. It really wasn't for him. He did it for me, because I wanted it, but his big ol' heart was in agility and fetching things and photographs. His second to final time in the ring still cracks me up to this day. I used a flat collar for agility and photo stuff and a thin chain for conformation. Well, I was in a hurry. I was late to the show, running to find my ring, so I left the flat on him. We whisked by the agility ring and he was totally on his toes and excited and happy and I was like "no, come on, let's GO." Oh boy. That was a mistake. He eyed me, eyed the ring, and gave me an absolute stink look. Simon has always been the sort to tell you he's not amused. He never pulled a punch when he thought you were being unfair. I was an idiot and blew him off because I was running on ring-jitters and coffee and panic because that's what you do sometimes.

So he got in the ring, he's on his toes and looking like a million bucks, gaits, moves out, stacks beautifully on the table and I'm like wow, wow, awesome, she's looking at us and he's showing off for everything he's worth. The judge moves us to the front of our class for the final go around and as we turn the corner in front of the judge's table, Simon looks up at me with an open mouthed sly smile, and I'm like "oh oh." I know I'm in trouble.

Without missing a beat he passes the judge's table right as she watches us go by, hikes his leg as high and obvious as he could and pretends to pee all over it, in mid-stride. He never peed a drop. Like in my horror and shock I kept looking- and there was not anything there. He made full on eye contact with the judge as he was faking it, that rotter.

Needless to say, we uh... well, we were dismissed without uh, getting dismissed, haha. As we left the ring, I looked down at him, he looked up at me and laughed as big as he could, tongue lolling, grin to his ears. He laid it out as clear as he could, and all I could do was walk away to find a place to sit with him, put his big head in my hands and say to him, "Yup. I screwed up. Sorry." He sat and eyed me and then I just laughed and laughed because he was absolutely right. I was rude, I made the mistake. It was my fault, and I apologized and he laughed with me, slurped me, and I was instantly forgiven. He never held a grudge with you for messing up. He really didn't. I never held a grudge with him, because most of the time it wasn't his fault, and when it was, he also apologized. He was easy that way.

That was our relationship in a nutshell. I love my dogs, I love all my dogs but Simon was different, he was as near-human as it gets. I hate saying dogs are human because I think- well, I think it takes away from the dogness that makes the amazing animals that they are. They aren't human, and that's important to respect... but in his case I'll make that exception to myself. I can't explain it. You could ask him to do something new to him, show him what you wanted, and he'd mull it over in his head and problem solve it. Food wasn't a motivator. Ball surprisingly wasn't his motivator either. It was the task, the thing, the puzzle of working the problem out. That's what he enjoyed more than anything. I wish I could say it was me as this amazing dog trainer. Nope. Nada. I've taught a whole lot of dogs to do a whole lot of things, but Simon was a whole other level. I've never had one like him. I'm pretty sure I'll never have one again.

He could do the funniest thing with his feet. Like, when he was just walking around the house he'd shuffle along the floor. You'd hear him scuffling his claws tik-a-ticka, tick-a-ticka. He was lazy and didn't care if you heard him. But- when he wanted to be a ninja, he could pull up his claws and walk effortless on his pads somehow, he was a master of stealth on the hardwood floors and you'd never know he'd gone by. Mostly so could open the gate and climb the cat posts and steal dry cat food in a heartbeat. Even when he was older and couldn't really climb like he used to, he'd stop every time through the back room and wait for his token piece of cat food on the way in from outside. I'd say "One cat food please?" and give him his tribute; only then would he trot out and let me shut the gate. He waited patiently for all the dogs here to leave their bowls and wander off after dinner and then he'd go grab them and stack them in a pile carefully within each other so that he could possibly get one extra crumb that might have been left behind.

He was supposed to be my dog, and he was, he loved me and would do anything for me, but he was Matt's buddy (even if he NEVER listened to him or heeled when walking with him, he'd drag him all over the place and it was both hilarious and awful but hey, that was between men, doing manly things.) He tested anyone who held his leash. It was a game for him, he would look over at me to say, heh, watch this. He found it amusing to see if someone else would actually ask him to mind his manners, and if they did, he would but if you didn't? Game on. He'd never try it with me though. He always loved men more than women when we were out and about. He desired those locker room thumps on the chest and the shoulder, not baby talk, coos, little scritches behind his ears. They watched the Patriots and the Seahawks together since Simon was a tiny puppy. Football season was his thing. Ball ball ball, on tv, to fetch, to play and amuse himself for hours.

I've never shared the last coherent words Matt said to me to a lot of people. I'm sharing them now because I'm sort of laid bare, but I've thought about them for years. It wasn't I love you, or anything like that. We didn't need to say that, because it had been said so many times while he was in hospice. That was understood. It was, "I'm glad for one thing. I won't be here when Simon... goes."

I understood that too. Our weekends of Simon, Caleb, cameras, and outings were such a special and happy part of our lives. Matt was the driver, the equipment wrangler, the one who found weird out of the way places for us to take pictures and then to eat weird food out in the middle of nowhere. He always got a dessert he could share with Si (Caleb isn't really a sweet-toothed dude.) Something we all loved.

Simon knew Matt was gone. He knew. He was depressed and sad and nothing I could say or do or take him out to play could change it. The other dogs adapted, changed, but for months, he kept looking for him. Simon loved me with everything he was and still loved to go out and take pictures with me, but I was not his football buddy, I was not his fellow sports fan. It was when my younger brother moved in with me for a while during the pandemic that changed things again. Simon adored my brother, and when my brother went away on a trip for a week, his anxiety went high. When he came back though, Simon looked at me and I said, "Yep, he'll come back. It's okay, it's not the same." That was it. That's all he needed and it was like a huge sigh and off he went, and was completely okay again after that. He never worried again. My brother is surprisingly not a pet person, but he loved Simon with all of his heart and offered to take him if something happened to me. That was huge. Thanks, bro. I know you meant it and it was a relief for me to know that in case of the unthinkable, he'd be with someone who appreciated him for who he was, obnoxious Simon barking moments and all.

Also, my brother taught him the dumbest game. Shuffling through the kitchen dragging him along as his front paws gripped your feet, splooted with his stubby legs trailing behind him. Not so much thanks for that to my brother- Simon wanted this game every morning before I had coffee. I blearily scooted him every across the kitchen floor morning because while the other dogs rushed outside to pee like normal dogs, Simon would hold it until he had his sliding fun first.

On one hand, he was this hard hitting, incredible working beast of a dog. People would say, "I want a dog like Simon." Well, no, most folks don't. There are very few people who would have loved living with him. Most of them just saw cute pictures and Simon posing. In the wrong home, he would have been terrible, and there were times he was tough to live with - I'm the first to admit it. For me, he was perfect. I loved his drive, his intuition, his bravery, his intelligence, but he never stopped during his whole life and I am grateful he was sharp as ever and still galloping along for the last years. He was as busy and active as he ever was to the end.

He wasn't easy sometimes around other strange dogs. Like, he didn't take crud from anyone or anything. If you were polite, he was polite and shook hands and moved along without fuss, but if you were rude or aggressive (even to another dog, not him) nope. He had no problem laying the law down. Was he fair about it? Absolutely, but he was serious. He did not ever appreciate an in your space, jumping up, untrained dog in the slightest, and had no tolerance for it. People who let unleashed dogs run up to us on a walk were eyed with a side eye and you could see him blow up and hear the low rumble- and if the dog got nasty... oof. Once during a photo session on the beach, Caleb - who was just lying right next to me and not engaging anything - got attacked by a awful loose dog who charged up on us. The owner was completely oblivious and yelling oh, he's friendly. (Of course, right?)

Caleb's no fighter, he just rolled over and was shrieking and being shaken. Simon was playing in the water out from us a bit and while I had dove in, trying to get the dog off of Caleb, Si came in so fast and so hard and so silent he slammed that dog easily twice his size off his feet and knocked him back from us. Simon absolutely thrashed that dog. To this day I swear he teleported. However, he sent that obnoxious dog running for their life and immediately stopped and came back to check on us, standing between us and the dog while staring bullets and laser eyes at it as it went running away back to mommy in the distance.

Simon loved cats though. Adored cats. Cats were his thing. He was the crazy cat dad dog. He would have loved it if we adopted a million cats and he was the one to decide we were keeping his Sophie, period. We had no say in that. She was his kitty, and has been all these years. Kittens, cats, ferals, non ferals, bottle babies, random barn cats, some strange cat on the street, it didn't matter. He loved them all. He never met a cat he didn't like, and cats liked him back. Or at least tolerated him more than most dogs. Even my mom's cat Rudy, who is uh, hard to like. Simon would let a cat hiss, spit, snarl, swipe and all he did was turned his head and waited for them to come to the conclusion that he wasn't dangerous. He raised so many foster kittens for me and taught them to be dog friendly. He adored puppies too. He was the best babysitter, and a combination of fair discipline and goofy play. He was the gentlest dog with food and treats, he had the softest mouth of any dog I've ever owned, he never once snapped at a treat or a person. You could hand him a dollop of frosting and he'd lick it off your fingers ever so carefully. He never got upset at a vet or someone trying to handle him, he was gracious about it.

Like I said, Simon rarely held grudges. Caleb holds grudges at the drop of a hat (oh boy does he ever) but I promise he usually forgets in a week or two. Simon? Not at all with the ones he loved. That's one of the reasons that these two boys have been together all these years so well. Other dogs would have probably buried Caleb in the backyard at times when his stripeyship wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. Sure, they postured, they puffed, sometimes they threw a punch and went to get a beer after, like good ol' boys do, but Simon forgave Caleb for being a doofus and Caleb got away with being a doofus because Simon knew Caleb never meant anything by all of his bluster. We never had a serious drag out fight between them even with girls in season.

Simon adored Caleb and Caleb loved Simon. They were just fine being apart, they weren't attached at the hip, but Simon loved Caleb like you love your little brother and also can sit on him when he's being unreasonable. He was so delighted when we apparently got him his own puppy, and he was a puppy himself at the time. Once after Caleb had been out for a while with a handler to finish his Championship, we went and picked him after like four months. By that time Caleb had been a big shot on an all girl campus and thought he was all that and a bag of chips. Stripey red dog's ego was running high, and Simon was just lying in the back of the car eyeing him with a quiet sigh, like he expected him to chill out anytime soon.

Finally after maybe half an hour of Caleb being unbearably snarky, Simon got up, leaned over, and grabbed Caleb's muzzle in his mouth. He held onto it as if to say "That's enough of that, bro. Manners." He never broke skin, he never hurt him. Just a brotherly dog dope slap.

Caleb realized in one shining lightbulb moment that he was headed back home, and he was way too big for his britches. Just like that, over and done, all was back to being pals. Simon let go, licked him on the head, and they slept in a pile all the way home.

In the end, there's only one thing I weirdly regret a little. Simon's photos won every category in the photo contest at Nationals... except Best In Show. Surprisingly, that was on Caleb and Tempe, but-- I think it's fitting. Si loved his pack here with all of his heart, and I guess he was like eh, they can have that one moment, why not. He was always generous with his toys and treats for the most part with his family of dogs. Except ball. Nope, all balls and toys all belonged to him.

I once went to Seattle with a wonderful friend of mine, Paige. We were taking some photos of Simon and her Cardigan Story. It was chilly and we ducked into a spot by the Bon, I think, to get out of the wind for a second. This young woman came up and asked us about the dogs. When we said their names she looked at us and said, "Simon? THE Simon? From Tumblr?"

Sure. The Simon. Yep. When she realized who it was she erased her friend's wedding pictures off of her phone so she could take pictures of him and herself for her dad who was also a huge fan. (This was when phones had limited storage, so it was a big deal.) I don't know if you're out there on on the net or follow us still, but... I want you to know that's made me smile all these years. Paige and I were walking back when she turned to me and said "I- all these people, know who he is here. Wow. I didn't think when you wrote about it- I was like, huh, no, that can't be real. I thought you were kidding."

I still run into people out there in the wild like that. It tickles me as much as it did the first time.

The Simon.

That sums him up. I have had a lot of dogs. He- he wasn't a dog. Well, he was, because yes, he did dog things, like pushed a chair across a room to pee on my kitchen table once as a young dog because he hated a Cardgian statue I'd placed on it. He ran off with an admiring posse of Cardi girls at a friend's house who showed him the grossest mud ever and rolled in it until he was black. It turned to concrete on his coat and stunk the back of my car up so bad we had to strip everything out because it smelled like swamp on hot days for months. He barked at full volume at the top of his lungs at the drop of a hat just to hear his own voice to the point where sometimes his name felt like Simon Shut Up, Dude. He fetched like a maniac. He loved his jolly balls until they turned into strips and refused the new ones until he had no choice but to give in and then he loved those to scraps. Also, he barked. He had to tell you every single day of his life about how his day was. Did I mention he barked? I think so.

He had the best bork. A roaring superbark from his chest, like a dog ten times his size. He used it all the time. It's so quiet right now here. It'll be quiet when we get up in the morning from now on, and when I come home from work because he led the morning chorus we're awake joy bark, and the evening song of you're home joy bark, and his bark was always one trumpeting about every thing he did. Simon Sez.

He was my best friend. I loved him. With everything I am, and the dogs and cats here loved him too. I'm absolutely shattered right now, and I have so much more I could say, but this is long and I need to stop because I could go on forever. Fifteen years with a friend and all the ups and downs and roads we've traveled and experiences we've had can't be summed in a Facebook post, but I've done the best I can. The short pack and I don't know what to do this morning. This is a huge hole- no, a chasm. I don't think it's the sort you ever fill up.

Thank you to Dr. Bill Larson and his wonderful staff took incredible care of him all these years from puppy until now, and all the other amazing vets and specialists who ever worked with him and kept him healthy and happy.

Thank you Sharon, thank you Dona, for trusting me with Simon for all these years and always checking in on us and being proud of your grandpup. I can't ever say thank you enough for taking a chance on me for my first Cardigan. I like to say we sometimes don't get the dogs we want, but we always get the ones we need. However, he was everything I could have ever wanted and needed in one wonderful dog. I'm ever so grateful for the fact that until the very last minute, he was active and playing and sharp as a tack.

Thank you, all of you who shared his life with me. So many of you love Cardigans or found Cardigans as a breed because of him. I can name a lot of you, and I appreciate from the bottom of my heart hearing all these stories of your dogs and your life with them. These wonderful dogs deserve it. There is no other breed I want in my life.

Thank you, Si for everything. Everything.

You were one of a kind. The absolutely perfect crazy blue merle dog that my inner little kid could have ever, ever wished for.

#simon #cardigan corgi #merle #corgi #dog #you were the best #puppy #corgi puppies #corgis of tumblr #blue merle #caleb

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maochira · 10 months

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Nothing fascinates me as much as how on earth do the Mikage translators work. As a someone whose language can have single word have many meanings, I always wonder if miscommunication can happen because it seems the translators seem to keep up with real time speaking. And then there are the different dialects or “other languages” which are clumped into one language despite a word or a similar sounding word may have totally different meanings. Like in my case, if I say “Ang mahal…” I could mean, “The expensive…”, “The beloved…” or according to google translate if the Mikage translators work like that, “Costly…”

I know this is just a manga and somehow everything works, but it would be interesting to see mistranslation errors here and there that get some of the players confused and wondering what on earth are the other players talking about.

I think every languages has their own phrases that have very specific or multiple meanings, or there can be various words to describe the same thing.

An example I found interesting in Blue Lock: Kaiser's and Isagi's first meeting. In the (English) translated version he says "I'm gonna call you Yoichi, okay?" while the German thing he says "Ich werd dich duzen Yoichi, okay?" Which would actually mean something like "Yoichi, I'm gonna address you with 'you', okay?" But that doesn't make any sense in English.

In German we have two forms of 'you', there's 'du' which is just the regular thing you use for everyone but then there's 'Sie' which is a polite form you use for strangers, teachers, people in a higher position than you (your boss for example), etc (different from 'sie' without capital S because that means 'she')

So basically Kaiser is saying he won't address Isagi with the polite 'you' which to me doesn't make much sense because both of them are at an age where you don't address each other with 'Sie' but yeah there's no two different forms in English so they translated it with the next best fitting thing, which I think works just fine. Although, they're similar age and in Germany we'd address each other by first names in their case. I'd assume Kaiser knew he should call him Isagi, but it's Kaiser so he's not doing that. Also he still uses "Yoichi" in the German text but as soon as that gets translated in the German manga version I don't think it'll have the same "power" because every character gets addressed with their first names in the German translation.

(Also I know that's before they had the translator earbuds but after that we don't get what they say originally sooo)

#only 10 volumes out in german so far #its gonna be a while until we get kaiser #💟 maochira talks #bllk #blue lock #michael kaiser

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dudefrommywesterns · 11 months

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Ship: Mike x Joe Ricco

Word Count: 400

Description: Mike and Ricco go to coffee.

It was a cold, breezy morning the next day. Mike huddled under the overhang of the cafe next to the Hall of Justice as they waited for Joe to show up. They pulled their coat over their cheeks.

They hadn't told anyone about any of this, not even their roommate, Steven. It was too soon to tell if anything would come of this.

Joe chuckled at them as he walked up. “Why didn't you wait for me inside? You're going to turn into a popsicle, come on.”

“Do you want me to pay or are you one of those women's liberation types?” he asked as they approached the counter.

“Why not both?” Mike asked. “I like my equality but I like to be romanced a little.”

“What'll you have?”

“A mocha latte. Thank you.”

“A caffé americano for me, and a mocha latte for the lady, thank you.”

Mike fidgeted with their hair. “Uh, about that. If we're going to continue with this, there's something you have to know.”

Joe looked at them confusedly.

“Uh, how do I put this? I'm not a lady.”

“You're a transsexual?” he asked, eyes widening.

“Of- of a kind, yes.”

“Do you- Have you- what's downstairs?”

Mike laughed. “Oh, oh no. No. Um. I don't have a dick, if that's what you're asking.”

“Okay. I'm lost.”

“I don't use she or her or feminine words. I like to be called neutral phrases.”

Joe nodded slowly.

“Will that be a problem?”

“No, no problem. It'll just take some getting used to.”

“Good. That's good.”

“Thanks for telling me,” he said.

“Yeah. Coffee's ready.”

Joe picked the coffee up off the counter and handed Mike's coffee to them. They took a seat at a booth nearby.

“So, you're Italian. Do you speak any?”

He nodded. “I do. We spoke it at home growing up. My Uncle Enzo doesn't speak much English.”

“That must be nice. I speak a little German. I took it in school.”

“So, why is a nice girl- young person, like you single?”

Mike shrugged. “I haven't dated much since my last relationship fell apart. I haven't wanted to.”

“You remind me of my secretary. Smart, nice, pretty. A real catch. I've been trying to get her a boyfriend.”

Mike chuckled. “How's that going?”

“She didn't like any of my suggestions.”

“Were you one of them?”

“Oh, no. No. I'm her boss. Besides, she called me an old dad.”

“There's nothing wrong with being an old dad.”

“Wouldn't you rather be having coffee with someone your age?” Joe asked them.

Mike shrugged. “You interest me.”

“How?”

“I don't know yet.”

Joe checked his watch. “I should be getting to work.”

“I probably should too. I'll call you. What's your telephone number?”

Joe gave them his number and left the cafe. Mike headed out afterwards.

#self ship #self shipping community #♡ right now you're supposed to be in my arms — ⌜ joe ricco ⌟#typewriter dings

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modigod · 6 months

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Silent Pocketville: Chapter Four

"We got the news."

They arrived to the Pocket Castle. Queen Ava, Flo and Magic were waiting for them today. Ava was sitting on the throne, Flo and Magic were staying in the doorway, greeting Kaito and the royal guards.

"And what kind of news you got here?" - asked Ava, her voice was gentle and calm, as always.

"Mm, not so bad. We got into the Durillia's cave and Kaito..." - William looked at shiba-inu accusingly. - "He beat the important information out of her."

"Eva, Entity and the gang are on their way to attend the Farlands, where they can find the Big Dark Ruins and open the Doors of Wisdom, so they can take the Amulet of Unfriendliness." - Kaito explained.

Everyone listened to him carefully, well, except for Magic... He was confused.

"I didn't understand a single word you just said." - he spoken and everyone looked at him.

"It's okay, Magic. Take your time." - Queen Ava affirmed gently.

"Anyway, since we know, what the villains are up to, we should go to the Farlands." -Advised Ava. - "But first, you all need to stock up on food, water and everything we need, since the road will be really long. And now... you need to rest. It's past everyone's bedtime"

She was right. The sunset shined at it's last phase, and almost every citizen in Pocketville were in their little houses.

"Yeah, you're right." - Flo added before she gets ready to use the bracelet. - "i need to go back home, y'know, for an obvious reasons."

"Okay, Flo. See ya later!" Balloon, William, Ava, Mela and Danny hugged Flo and Magic before they left, well, except for Kaito. He just stood next to them with an neutral-bored expression on his face.

As the girl and german shepherd left, everyone walked towards their rooms to rest. The royal guards in the "guardian dorm", and Queen Ava to her royal bedroom.

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In the Human World, Flo couldn't sleep well. She was in her home during her summer break from college.

The girl layed in her bed, looking at the blank white ceiling, while Magic slept peacefully in his dog bed.

As those years after Eva's first defeat passed, Flo grown up and faced the reality. The true reality of humans, that can be a heartless or perverted jerks. The realization how rough and painful life can be. Disgusting.

But she doesn't blame anyone. She was pure, and still believed, that there is still hope, and every person are actually good deep inside.

And now, she couldn't sleep because of her friend back in Pocketville. She worries about them a lot, and want to protect them from the dangers, that "The Entity" could bring with itself.

"Who's even The Entity?" she thought. "And why do it even exist in the Pocket World, if no one told me about it when i was 11? That's...strange." she was lost in thought, until... She looked at the wall in her bedroom and saw something in the dark. Something... unsettling..

It looked like some kind of tall shadowy man-looking silhouette, but it doesn't have any seemed traits or anything like that.

IT. WAS. STARING. JUST STARING.

Her eyes widened in confusion and fear, she stared back at the silhouette, not saying anything or making any noises. Her heart was racing inside her ribcage, since she never seen anything like that.

"Could it be just a sleep paralysis thing? Seems like not, i still can move and i don't feel like i'm sleeping...Oh my goodness." her thoughts were messing up chaotically inside her head until she blinked... And the figure dissapeared.

She sighed in relief and thought that it was just her imagination...

OR NOT?

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airenyah · 6 months

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okay maybe i'm the only one but i'm sad that joongdunk didn't get a series together. like i'm happy they got solo projects and i have to admit that the trailers for both shows were incredible, but 😩😩😩. and for some reason i'm also not too hopeful for part 2

hmmmm, yeah, i completely understand the disappointment, but i'm afraid i'm not quite with you on this 😅

personally i'm actually really happy not to get a joongdunk series next year?? which might be surprising to hear considering only this morning i posted an official announcement that i'm in my joongdunk era

but the thing is, they've already done bls together two years in a row. and especially regarding dunk i'm super excited to see him in a lead role in a series that doesn't involve joong at all, because the only relevant acting he's done was with joong (i'm saying "relevant" bc i'm not counting his like 3 scenes in bad buddy). and so i'm suuuuper excited about what that means for him in his growth as an actor, in his development of his acting skills

plus, if you've been following my blog and reading my tags you'll know i've been writing some really appreciative words about him as an actor recently and the thing is: i want to know if it's all him or just the joongdunk. i'm extremely curious to see if he'll do all the things that i've come to appreciate about him when he's acting with joong with other people (regardless of gender) as well

i want more joongdunk series in the future (as long as they're having fun with it), but i don't want one series every single year. bc they might grow tired of it at some point. and also for me personally the excitement will be bigger when having a joongdunk series every year doesn't become a habit. idk if you speak german, anon, but we have this really nice word: Vorfreude. (If you speak german, feel free to skip the explanation lmao) The dictionary is giving me "anticipation" as a translation but tbh I associate the word "anticipation" more with an expactation (it feels more specifc, as in you're expecting for something to happen) while the german word literally translates to pre-joy or pre-happiness, you're already joyful in the present about something that will happen in the future. and this pre-joy will be much bigger when i don't actually get a joongdunk series every year, i'll be much more excited about it when it's a much rare occurence

so yeah, i'm actually quite happy not to see them on my screen together in 2024. and i'm actually lowkey hoping that there won't be anything in part 2 either (however!! i absolutely WON'T be saying no if they do decide to include a joongdunk series in pt2!!!!!!!!!)

although i have to say!!! gmmtv dropping a vampire bl and NOT making it joongdunk??????? absolutely is a top 10 anime betrayal 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#asks #anon #joongdunk #adrm

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lesboothill · 2 months

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I never post anything other than art on here but I'm in the mood to share a ton of Mushitaro/Yokomizo headcanons right now ^-^

Mushitaro:

• Transfem, femme lesbian, demiromantic, she/her

• Loves to cook, was taught by her mother.

• Terrible with words, which means she's not the best at writing but she's getting there!

• Overly expressive to the point of being unsettling but she doesn't really care.

• Knows a ton of languages (possibly a special interest?) Canon languages she knows includes Japanese, German, and I believe Latin?)

• Picked up her interest in the occult from her mother, she takes up a lot of things from her (looks, interests, hobbies).

Yokomizo:

Transmasc, butch lesbian, prefers he/him but doesn't mind any

• LOVES to sew, he makes dolls and collects them but they do freak Mushitaro out a bit.

• Sometimes makes his own clothes, he doesn't like going out and buying things a lot especially if they aren't going to fit him.

• He tried to make friends other than Mushitaro but could never get on with anyone as well as he does with her.

• Very nice and energetic around Mushitaro but sort of cold towards anyone else. Not because he's trying to be rude, he just doesn't have much interest in most people.

• Very soft and quiet sounding voice but somewhat unsettling, especially when he's talking about ideas for a new novel.

Okay now onto hcs for both of them

Mushimizo:

• Mushitaro is a LOT taller than Yokomizo. She has to bend down to kiss him and he has to stand on his toes. When they were younger, Yokomizo was the taller one, but Mushitaro ended up growing very suddenly and she's been much taller ever since.

• Yokomizo once made a doll based on Mushitaro and she accepted it but due to her fear of dolls she keeps it hidden somewhere (she appreciates the effort that went into it regardless).

• Mushitaro cooks a lot because Yokomizo LOVES her cooking. When they were in school, Yokomizo would come over a lot and he loved Mushitaro's mother's cooking, and Mushitaro's is a lot like hers.

• When they first became friends, Mushitaro told her mother and she was eager to invite Yokomizo over because she was so excited that Mushitaro finally had a friend.

• As kids they would swap clothes and toys and even roles in the games they would play.

• Yokomizo is CLINGY!!! He will follow Mushitaro around anytime she has to do anything and will hold her hand the whole way. If they're going to bed, he holds onto her in his sleep and Mushitaro struggles to get him to let go the next morning when she needs to get up.

• Mushitaro is scared of thunder so Yokomizo will comfort her if she's more stressed over it than usual.

• They do each other's hair a lot. Mushitaro has to guide Yokomizo through her hair routine and he thinks it's a little much but goes with it. Mushitaro taught herself to do protective styles so she could do Yokomizo's hair from time to time (ty to my best friend for this hc).

• Mushitaro keeps every single letter or poem that Yokomizo writes her. She stills reads through them even after he dies. She also writes her own letters to him after his death just to summarize how her life is going and how she's coping with his death.

• Yokomizo will do weird things to get reactions out of Mushitaro due to how expressive she is.

• Both of them will sometimes go a bit overboard rambling so the other will do something random to get them out of it (ex: kissing them).

• Yokomizo sometimes makes clothes for Mushitaro and she wears them all very proudly.

• As teenagers they would try each other's school uniforms on as a way of exploring their own genders and would both feel incredibly euphoric. They helped each other out a lot with figuring things out.

• Mushitaro is extremely protective of Yokomizo. Regardless of how much she hates mystery novels, if anyone is every insulting his writing she loses her mind and will either send a massive rant to the person (assuming it's online) or complain to Yokomizo even though negative feedback doesn't bother him.

• Yokomizo can actually see Mushitaro's ghosts and they're very fond of him, though they start becoming more hostile when Yokomizo is planning for Mushitaro to murder him because it's taking a toll upsetting her.

• When Mushitaro is being held captive by the seventh agency, Yokomizo is constantly worried about her. He spends time with her mother a lot to check in with her and hopes for the best.

• Once Mushitaro eventually is free, both her and Yokomizo look extremely different, but they still recognize each other immediately.

#i hate them so much #(lie)#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro oguri #bsd yokomizo #mushimizo #vera hcs

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Hello, this may be a specific one and i hope that's alright for you, i apologies if it's not; but can you write headcanons for the Main3 (Felix, Sage and Anisa) with an MC who is not a native english speaker but speaks it fluently please ?

So they have a rather heavy accent (something like a french accent) and sometimes it can be hard to understand them when they pronounce certain words or even insert words of their native language when they forget how to say it in english, so it goes something like:

"have you seen ze.. how to say ? ...Le tome magique ? You know, ze book i waz readeeng earliair ?"

(also like to insult anyone that annoys them in their mother tongue, so Rime or Escell the person don't understand them but know it's probably an insult or something lol)

Thank you !

Hehe funny props to you for that anon this is a really creative one. Good job.

GN!Reader, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage), I'm learning German so I'm gonna use a German accent

I just think it's even funnier if Astraea does not have any accent similar so every single time you speak everyone around you is like 'what the actual fuck are you saying'

You come into the dining hall "I haf been practicingkt zis damn spell fur ze last two hours-" "MC are you doing an incantation right now?" "Vhat? No, uff kourse nicht-" "It doesn't sound like any spell I've ever heard." "Did I nicht chust say zat I'm nicht-" "Should we be ducking for cover or something?" "Fick dich (fuck you)"

German curse words!

Felix is micromanaging your spellcasting and you look back at him and go 'Erbsenzähler' (aka someone who obsesses over tiny details, literal translation is 'pea counter') (affectionate) and he's just like ??? Huh????

Anisa is being woefully dismissive of Orion's shady acts and trying to defend her and whatever and you're a little frustrated with her and you go 'Anisa, schlatz ('gem'), you must schtop beingkt a gehirnverweigerer ('brain denier') (affectionate) about zis' and y'know what? She is so distracted trying to figure out what word you just used that now you guys aren't even talking about Orion. You're talking about your language.

Okay chapter 1 where Sage is being a flirty idiot in the tower instead of being like 'no wonder you have that reputation' you just mutter 'lustmolch' (someone who is sex-crazed, literal translation is 'pleasure newt') (affectionate) and he just kinda rolls with it because I think he gets called foreign cuss words a lot when he flirts with people so. Par for the course.

You could also call Sage a Schluckspecht (someone who hits the bottle too often, literal translation is 'guzzling woodpecker') but platonic and he'd agree.

You and Felix are just hanging out and being cute and Escell kinda scoffs and you look over at him and snap 'Stinkstiefel' (grouchy person, aka a 'smelly boot') (derogatory) and he's not really sure how to respond. Felix doesn't know what it means either but he's been around you enough to know it's an insult so he snickers.

You burst into the study where everyone is hanging out 'Vhat iss ze vort for... um... zat ein zingkt mitt ze kolors? Der kuchen?' "Come again, dear?" 'It iss a dessert. A, a pastry I zink? It iss ze ein you always haf fur parties.' "A pastry for parties?" 'Da.' "Cookies?" "Do cookies count as a pastry?" "Well they're from the bakery." "Not everything out of the bakery is a pastry." "What? That's the point of a bakery what are you talking about?" "There's different things. Some bakeries sell sandwiches." "Felix why in the seven hells would we be talking about sandwiches-" "It's a common bakery item!" "No it fucking isn't!" 'It's nicht a sentwich, it's-' "No a cookie is a pastry." "What?" "A cookie is a pastry. Sage is correct. For once." "For o- fuck you!" '... None uff you are beingkt helpful.'

You were trying to find the word 'cake' because it's Stella's birthday and you want to make her a little salmon cake but ultimately you just give her some smooches while the Starsworn continue arguing about whether a sandwich should count as a pastry or not because hey it has bread.

#fictif last legacy #last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #last legacy anisa #fictif anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #sage lesath x reader #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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Nightcrawler

Adventures in Matchmaking || Accepting

Women talk about all sorts of things that a lifetime spent with a brother doesn't factor into, and the ones sitting around her are no exception. They'd been teasing one another about best dates and worst dates, and when Beth hadn't volunteered any information one way or another, she was asked point blank. The little mutant nurse hems and haws her way through the explanation that she really doesn't do the whole dating scene. That unlike most people she knows, she's never found herself romantically attracted {or...physically craving the same kind of intimacies...} to people the same way that many others are. She might see a smile that seems alive, or an interesting face she might want to sketch. That the few and far between times that she's found herself actually attracted to someone, it's been a friend she knew inside and out, and even then...she laughs, awkwardly. "Is...complicated." Because complicated is a better word than broken. Other questions include hobbies and interests, and she confides that besides being a voracious reader, she likes to dance. Surf. That there isn't a lot of time between gruelling work-shifts and her dedication to going to Mass at least twice a week, and never missing confession. She is Catholic, after all, and her parish often needs her more than she needs social engagement. They smile at each other and then her, leaning in like the fates themselves. A single name comes from them like a choir, all their voices at once.

Beth blinks. Turns away from their proud looks. And she blushes.

Kurt is wonderful, and very sweet. He has been the kindest person to her here and in the wilds beyond the embrace of the X-men. She has to admit they have much in common and a quiet way when they have time to spend together. She would be lying if she didn't say his velvety indigo fur, his gleaming eyes, and his unspeakable grace weren't things she found pretty about him. Okay, and his accent, the gentle German lilt of his voice. But... Why, with everything he has to offer...would he want someone so....ordinary? "I can't imagine he be remotely interested in me, but he is a lovely person," she says. ~*~ She spends the rest of the afternoon, sketching.

#Mahalo!Nonnymouse <33 #Nightcrawler|Kurt Wagner #tbd|Kurt and Beth #Don't Say the M Word|X-men AU #Brooklyn Stories|New York #Not My Father's Mansion|Westchester #{{Art not mine...the talented artist lives somewhere in the internets}}

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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The Family of Destruction- Friends

Aka I bully baby Leon and no one can stop me >:) I've been writing this for two hours. It's 1am, if you enjoy this I'll probably do a part two. I know I enjoyed it.

Also I haven't proof read this because of that so I apologise.

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Sun shines way too bright through the blinds of the old Manor. Leon frowns to himself as he lifts the plastic spoon full of whatever cereal his Papa talked daddy into buying, into his mouth. The house is awfully quiet this morning, which is saying something as the house is quite literally alive. Leon continues eating as the sound of footsteps breaks that silence. It still doesn't bring the young boy any comfort, even as the German shepherd puppy stops at his feet, notepad and pencil in his mouth. Leon looks down at the pup, lowering his spoon into the plastic bowl and accepting the items and placing them on the table.

Leon doesn't think much of it as the dog runs off, back upstairs. Charlie always brought Leon his book and pencil in the morning. It was Leon's only real way of expressing himself to those outside the house. His Papa was still learning sign language and well Leon's only 8, he isn't exactly fluent in the language yet either. His parents didn't think he'd have to be after he started saying single words at the age of 5, but he would never form a sentence and went from saying words daily to barely saying any at all.

Speaking of parents, Leon wonders where they are. They couldn't have left yet, normally uncle goldust or uncle Kevin came by the stay with him if both his parents needed to leave. And Leon walked past cassies room thus morning and she was still in her bed fast asleep. Leon turns his focus back to his cereal. He didn't like thinking about his baby sister at the moment. The kids in school found out his three year old sister can talk better than him and it put a bigger target on his back. School shortly became hell for Leon. The only reason he still enjoyed going was his two friends, Matthew Gomez and Valentina Addams. Matthew grew up in the valley, him and Leon are basically inseparable, Valentina moved to the valley from Mexico, she got teased because it was her, her mother and baby brother. Leon and Matthew took her in too, they knew the valley could be mean.

Leon's head snaps up at an eerie creaking noise. The house usually creaked but to Leon, this sounded different. This sounded...evil. Leon lowers his spoon and turns in his chair as the creaking continues. The hairs on the back of his neck stand as he slips out of the chair. He reaches for his book, flipping it open. He pauses as he reaches for the pencil. What is he even thinking? Was he going to ask the house whats going on? A thing that cannot speak even if it wanted too. Leon frowns at himself and looks out of the dining room towards the living room. The light flickers on and off.

Leon finds himself walking down the hall. He knows he shouldn't. His daddy has warned him plenty not the interact with anything he doesn't trust and right now Leon did not trust anything around him. Leon stops by the front door as the light flickers faster. Leon feels silly as he finds himself filling with fear. The lights flicker and the creaking gets louder. Leon's breathing picks up as more lights start to flicker around him.

Leon jerks back as the front door swings open. "Hey li-leon? Hey buddy are you okay?" Uncle Kevin asks. Leon's eyes stay on the living room entrance, even as Kevin kneels infront of him. The lights are all off. "Is he okay?" Uncle goldust asks as he closes the door. "I don't know" Kevin murmurs as he cups Leon's face. "Breathe Lee. Breathe.." Kevin instructs. Leon's eyes dart to the older man's face. Leon can no longer hear the creaking.

Safe.

Uncle Kevin is safety.

Leon brings his hands up to kevins face, touching it as if he's examing it. "Yeah, your okay" Kevin smiles. "Why is this house so quiet?" Goldust asks as he carries a bag into the dining room. Kevin looks at the other man before back at Leon. "Wheres your parents bud?" Kevin asks. Leon's eyes dart around with panic before he pulls away and rushes too the table. Kevin slowly stands and goldust turns to look at the boy as he starts writing in his book.

Kevin moves closer as the boy turns the book around. "Gone? You know they'd never leave you home alone, especially not in the valley." Goldust states. Leon frowns and looks down at his book. "Shawn!" Kevin calls. "Coming!" Shawn's voice muffles from somewhere upstairs. "See buddy, they are just upstairs" goldust chuckles taking Leon's bowl too the sink. Leon just lowers his book and looks at kevin. Kevin can't help but feel unsettled. He's never seen Leon show emotion before. It didn't sit right with him that Leon's first real emotion was fear and panic.

Kevin looks as Taker walks in carrying Cassie. "Uwcle K!" She claps. Kevin smiles and goes to speak when Leon slams the book on the table and runs off. Shawn huffs as the boy pushes last him on the stairs. "Whats wrong with him?" Shawn asks. "He thought he was home alone." Goldust states. "He was pretty freaked out when we came in. As in having a full blown panic attack." Kevin states. "I honestly thought he was still in bed. Didn't even know he was up yet" taket admits as he puts cassie down. The girl is quick to run to goldust for a hug. Shawn moves past both men and picks up Leon's book.

He frowns at the word Gone written all over the page in frantic handwriting. "Maybe he just had a night terror. You know how he gets, never fully wakes from them until we talk to him." Taker suggests. Shawn can't put his finger on it, but for once he thinks it's not just a night terror.

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Leon holds his notebook close to his chest as him, matt and Val walk out of the school building. "Hey, wanna go into the woods?" Matthew asks as he slings an arm around Leon's shoulders. "I'd have to ask my mama." Valentina admits. Leon nods at Val. Matthew groans and outs all his weight on the smaller boy. "Cmon streak! As if your parents will even notice!" Matt huffs. Leon frowns and opens his book, writing quickly. Both kids lean on Leon to watch. "Uncle Kevin? Ah hell, I thought goldie was looking after you today." Matthew groans. "Kevin's cool, he lets us stay up late, why can't we just hang out at Leon's? You know all our parents will agree on that" Valentina smiles. Leon feels like he should tell them no. That his house isn't safe. But Leon.. Leon enjoys having friends that actually like him. He doesn't want to lose that.

"Is that okay with you Lee?" Matthew asks. Leon nods with a small smile. Matthew and val smile before they continue walking, making sure to keep the smaller boy between them, especially on main roads.

Kevin was a sucker for Leon's big heterochromic eyes. Even if he wasn't asking, the two kids next to him were, he was still forcing himself to say yes.

That's how he finds himself making snacks as the kids play in the living room. Cassie included. He could tell he was right to be worried, especially when he saw shawns reaction to the page in Leon's book. He carries the tray into the living room and places it on the table. "You kids wanna watch raw tonight?" Kevin asks as he drops onto the sofa, causing Cassie to bounce and giggle. "Yes please!" The two kids answer. "Lee?" Kevin asks, that's when he spots Leon not on the floor with the other kids. "Leon?" Kevin sits up straighter. He sighs as he spots Leon stood next to the window, staring at the dark corner. "Lee! We can watch raw!" Matt calls. Leon doesn't answer.

Kevin frowns and stands, moving over to the boy. He kneels next to the boy, slowly and gently he touches Leon's back. "Are you okay?" Kevin asks quietly noticing the way Leon's chest rises rapidly. Leon's eyes stare into the corner, not blinking, just breathing heavily. That's when Kevin hears the eerie creaking noise. Kevin stands and rushes too the phone. He needed to talk to kane or taker.

Leon doesn't know what it is he's looking at. Just that it's connected to whatever was going on this morning. That's when it moves closer. Leon jerks back, eyes wide. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. The creature yells at him and he falls back.

"Lee!" Val gasps. All three children run to him. Valentina grabs his wrist and the monster disappears. He hunches forward as he pants for breathe. "Give him some room" Kevin calls as he walks over and kneels down. The kids step back. "Turn the tv onto the right channel" Kevin tells Matthew. Matt nods and leads the girls away. "Uncle kane is coming over, Okay?" Kevin asks softly. Leon looks at his uncle with teary eyes. "Its all going to be alright" Kevin murmurs cupping his face. Leon just leans into his hand and closes his eyes.

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Kane arrives as the kids have settled to watch Raw. Leon normally loved watching raw, he loved watching his parents wrestle, his uncles and aunts, his weird little, well large, family. But today? Today he couldn't bring himself to find any excitement, even as his Papa hits sweet chin music. Kane walks in and knocks the the door frame to grab the attention of those in the room. Leon immediately stands and walks over to his uncle.

Kevin watches them closely as kane crouches down and they speak in their mutual language.

'You feeling alright buddy?' Kane signs.

'I don't now' kane shakes his head 'know' he corrects the boy. 'Know' Leon signs. Kane smiles slightly and nods.

'Uncle Kevin tells me your having a rough day. Want to tell me about it?' Kane asks.

Leon nods and takes kanes hand. Kane stands and lets Leon lead him into the kitchen. Kane watches as Leon sits at the table, opening his book and starting to violently scribble something in it. Kane moves closer and he swears he feels his heart for once. Leon holds the picture up. Kane let's out a shudder as the monster stares back at him.

Kane needed to talk to taker, immediately.

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Taker and shawn are tired, but they immediately know somethings wrong when Kevin and kane are stood in the kitchen together. "Wheres the kids?" Shawn asks. "Cassies asleep upstairs, Leon's asleep on the sofa. Refused to go up." Kevin answers. Shawn frowns and moves into the living room. He looks down at the sleeping boy, curled up under a massive blanket.

Taker looks at kane. "Whats got you so upset?" Taker asks. Kane just drops Leon's book onto the table next to taker. Taker picks it up and his heart stops. The shadow figure on the page. "No.." Taker murmurs looking at kane. "What is it?" Kevin asks. Both brothers look at Kevin. "I have a right to know if my eight year old nephew is having panic attacks over this, taker!" Kevin snaps. "Its the demon I saw the night my family were killed. The demon kane saw before the fire." Taker admits quietly and he lowers the picture. Kevin's eyes widen.

"What does it want?"

"A friend."

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this probably has no real basis in canon (aside from jacobi being whiny in 70% of the precanon content we got within the show) but i feel like lots of people don't appreciate the potential of maxwell and kepler as a comedic duo enough.

i think everyone within si-5 is kind of a clown but the way jacobi is just so. loud about it makes maxwell and kepler (as genius ai specialist and master tactician respectively) take the place as the Sensible Part of the team but can you imagine them bonding together through chaos. bullying jacobi together by committing to some shitty little bit.

i think as they get more attuned to each other that would be something they'd enjoy leaning into every once in a while, if only bc of how it catches people off guard. kepler doing a stupid joke? okay sure. maxwell doing a stupid joke? makes sense. both of them pulling your leg TOGETHER? horrifying. you'll never see it coming

and they're soooo similar too. you KNOW they'd be on the same wavelength, running a joke so smoothly you wouldn't even notice what's happening until it's too late. they're both already so good at playing with people's expectations i think they should abuse that power more

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the reason kepler is so fascinating to me is that what intrigues me is how a character is made. what do you get when you pick them apart? how do they find their place in the plot and change its course? what were the writers thinking?

and with kepler it's like. all those question lead back to him? he's so much a creation of himself it's like he almost exists outside of the story, or maybe inside his own.

warren kepler is a performance, a collection of skills that does what the plot (or his perspective of it) needs him to. and the thing is... *he* did that. if he’s a construction that’s a construction *he* made. it sets him apart from everyone else. he enters like an actor walking on stage, observing from the outside and planning his next move accordingly and completely deliberately. which is exactly what a fictional character is: something constructed that fulfills a specific purpose within a story.

kepler always has that goddard-sanctioned performance on his mind and it makes him seem so detached from the rest of the cast. they’re hit so hard by everything that happens: they get hurt, change, or straight up die. even within si-5: maxwell is killed by the story. jacobi is changed forever.

for most of the time, kepler is barely touched in such a deliberate way. he loses his hand in the most painful way possible and it SHOULD be a way the story touches him. but he just doesn't acknowledge it and so he almost exists separately from it, still pursuing his mission.

but here's the thing: he's not a detached character. he's actually a PERSON and his performance doesn’t free him from the weight of the plot, it's actually just an additional thing for him to carry. he does such a good job fooling the characters around him and fooling US that it doesn't show, and maybe he's got himself fooled too.

but there's one moment the performance ends and he comes back to the ground, and the story reaches out, touches him, makes him face consequences, which is in the finale when he dies.

and what’s one thing that happens just before that, that has nothing to do with his mission or his creation of himself? it's admitting that he's a person. it's taking a dive head-first into the narrative and facing the consequences, because you know what? they're worth it.

which is to say can you IMAGINE the kind of identity crisis he’d go through if he made it out of the whole thing alive holy shit

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My #1 post of 2022

niederlande in english: netherlands (sexy, mysterious, sounds like a dangerous area in a magical realm)

niedersachsen in english: lower saxony (just like. the shittier version of saxony i guess)

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #man. i was really onto something with that kepler post actually #babbling

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aidansplaguewind · 2 years

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First of all before I start, thank you for doing such interactions with the community even if not many are participating because reading the scenarios really makes me smile. I would definitely be interested if you posted the full story of your scenario and think many would be too. Okay... enough beating around the bush, but this just had to be said because I love your account. And sorry for the late submission, but German time zone and all that.

Well, how would my absolute dream encounter go? I'm taking a trip to Ireland and the coffee addict that I am, I would spend the morning in a quiet café in Dublin with the plan to explore the city afterwards. Of course, I know Aidan is currently in town, but I'm not getting my hopes up about meeting him because I don't want to be disappointed if it does not happen.

But then, as if in a dream encounter, Aidan enters the café, orders a coffee and sits down on the empty seat next to me to enjoy his drink. I, who of course knows who he is, would try to stay relaxed, which I manage to do, but inside I'm freaking out. We start a casual conversation, where I admit that I am a big fan, but he tells me that he doesn't mind. The hours pass, we order some pastries and talk about whatever comes to mind. I tell Aidan about my plan to sightsee, whereupon he tells me that he has the day off and would like to be my "tour guide". We spend the rest of the day walking around the city and getting to know each other further. We end the day with a delicious dinner, where he gives me his number and accompanies me back to my hotel, which happens to be very close to his house.

We spend the rest of the days of my trip together as well, at least as much as we can, since he's shooting the Kin series. I occasionally visit him at the shoot and we just have fun. Ideally, he would be single and the day would end differently than "just" bringing me to the hotel, but well, I don't want to get too unrealistic.

How would an encounter with Aidan really go? I would faint. To be more precise... when I would see him, I wouldn't get a word out and he would think I am completely nuts, but still be kind and take a picture with me. After he went on, I would immediately start regretting that I didn't say everything I wanted to say to him and then regret it forever.

Well, I hope you liked my little scenario. Although off topic now, I wanted to ask what happened to the Petyr x Sansa fanfiction you once started? However, I'm looking forward to the y/n story and wish you a nice day!

Sorry it took me a while to respond. I was working and then had to make dinner and do the mom thing and all that jazz.

Firstly, you go right ahead and fuck him in that fantasy encounter! Don't worry about it being unrealistic. That's the whole point of fantasy. If we had to make it realistic it would kill the thrill of it. He could be a fucking unicorn in it if it makes you happy. For real.

I appreciate the honesty on how you think you would react and feel if you did meet him. I too think I would be too nervous to function. I must be one of the few though that don't really have a laundry list of things I want to tell him. I have absolutely no desire to tell him how much I love him or how big a fan I am or if he's changed my life or anything like that. The only thing I might ever want to tell him (but wouldn't) is how unbelievably attractive he is and that's only because he truly doesn't realize it. Other than that? Nope. I get one chance to meet him. I want to hear something he has to say. Something I maybe didn't already know. I'm curious as to his opinions on some things, not all serious things. Lots are just fun or interesting things. If I interest him in the slightest as a person he's welcome to ask me anything he wants.

But I'd really get a kick out of making him laugh.

As far as my Petyr x Sansa fic...well there are several reasons I haven't touched them. One is that I'm one of those people who have a hard time finishing fics with lots of chapters because I always end up getting another idea that I like better and can't wait to write on. So I end up starting several and get overwhelmed and explode.

Another reason is one day I just kinda lost all inspiration to finish. For one, there are so many pxs fics there really aren't any topics that haven't been touched. So it all started to feel kind of repetitive. And I was like, what's the point? I honestly didn't think enough people cared anyway.

If there is one I want to finish, it's probably Rest In Pieces. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I think it might be the only one of it's kind. Also because of the way I did flash backs it gave me the ability to have fun with those "firsts" as well as have fun and explore missing someone you don't want to go on without. To have had the best and think, that's it, what's the point in going on? And there's exploring Petyr as a father. Because as much as I love his wickedness, I love that Aidan himself is so sweet, and I think maybe if anything could change a man it would be the birth of his first child. Over anything. I know you can't fix a man, I know from experience. But the hopeless romantic in me wants to believe there is some good in Petyr somewhere, it just got crushed and tucked away to keep himself safe.

The only thing is, I know I can write better now than I did when I wrote that fic initially. So I feel like it would need a complete re-write. And the likelihood of me having that kind of time to spare is...well, not likely. That would mean just picking it up and writing differently and the perfectionist in me loathes that idea.

So....I dunno man. I just don't know. 🤷🏼‍♀️

#anon #fantasy encounters #aidan gillen #meeting

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star-kissed583 · 4 months

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The boys

Single Dad Jackie (pt.3)

In this chapter, you’ll get to know the boys’ history a bit more and a little of who they are. Jackie most definitely does.

|| pt. 1 || <>>>>|| pt. 2 (previous) ||

"And that's all the bags....are you sure you can do this sir?"

Jackie looked at the kids he was adopting. The twins were holding hands, while the other two stuck close to each other.

"...yeah. I'm sure I can! I guess I'll see you guys in a couple of months for a check up?"

After a bit more of getting papers, Jackie smiles at the kids, "Alright kiddos! C'mon! Let's go to your new home!" He chirped as he gently carried Robbie with one hand, the other hand carrying the cart with the bags in it.

The boys looked at each other before following beside Jackie. Robbie looking down at them curiously.

There were the twins, about the age of Robbie-they were walking holding hands. One of them, Anthony, was leading the other. While the boy a bit behind, Jameson, or Jay for short, was following cluelessly.

Then there were the other two. One boy that was slightly older, Henrik, was following behind with a bit of a waddle. While the other, Chase, stayed right beside, making sure his friend doesn't trip. Small hums or whistles, or sounds in general leaving him randomly.

Jackie helped them all get in the car before placing Robbie in his car seat with his stuffy. He made sure everyone was buckled up before getting in himself and starting the car. Driving back home-though he stared at the road as he just realized what he did to himself, 'I got work to do...god this'll be a struggle...' he thinks.

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When they arrived back at the house, Jackie helped everyone inside and had them all in the living room. He watched as the kids all went to sit on the couch, while Robbie went to play with his toys.

"Okay...well I guess I we should introduce each other first-this is your new house! My name is Jackie, but whenever you guys feel ready, I am you're guys new dad!"

"Maybe." A German accent spoke. Looking at Jackie with a tilted head, "Scotty said, if prove in bit of months" he says-trying his best to look for the proper words.

The boy next to him nodded, a small whistle leaving him.

"Uh...yes, correct. I think...I have a couple months to show I can handle whatever you guys have. But it should be no biggie! I'm determined! And you?? What's your name and how old are you?"

"Henrik, me is 10 old" Henrik spoke, looking at the boy next to him for confirmation.

"No, it's 'I am 10 YEARS old' very close-*whistle*-though" the boy says while patting Henrik's back.

Jackie smiles at that, "And you must be his friend? Correct?"

"Yeah, I'm-eggs!- sorry, Chase...9 years old." He spoke as he whistled right after. Fiddling with his fingers a bit. Henrik rubbing his back.

Jackie nodded, looking at their interaction before glancing over to the twins.

Anthony had Jay beside him, rubbing the boys back. Jackie went Ive and crouched besides the two of them, "hey guys...mind telling me your names?"

Anthony stared at Jackie for a while. Before wrapping his arms around Jay in a hug, pulling his brother close. JJ let it happen, staying near his brother, hiding his face from where he thinks Jackie is.

"Uh...you guys are twins no? You two are one years old?"

"Yes sir" Anthony says. Nodding softly as he just held Jay, feeling how scared he was.

Jackie frowned at that, "Uh...You don't need to call me sir, your Anthony Jackson right? This your brother Jameson?"

Jamie flinched at hearing his full first name. Usually that meant he was in trouble in his old house. Anti held Jay closer, nodding, "Jay oki..." he mumbles.

Henrik watched from where he sat. He frowns, "Zhey came few days ago, from no good home." He spoke.

Jackie looks at Henrik, nodding softly, "Thanks Henrik" he looked back at Jay and Anthony, "Jay, you and your brother are close huh?"

Jamie heard the voice of the man. He turned his head, before feeling for his brother's hand. Nodding gently.

Anthony kept a protective arm around JJ. He saw the man's confused look, "Jay no see...no ‘alk ." He informed.

Jackie nods, understanding what he means, "It's fine...how about I make us some yummy Mac n Cheese? Oh!! I forgot, this is my son Robbie. He's one as well, but I'm sure you guys are gonna get along!" He says to the kids. "Feel free to explore the house while I make some food"

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A little get to know of the boys.

Henrik, the Jewish German boy, was an orphan that was transferred from Germany. Having been put in the system since he was 5. While he knows little English-he is incredibly smart. He's been adopted 3 times back in Germany and once in America before Jackie finally did. At one point he was close to losing hope with getting adopted-each time his two amputations ruining it. After a terrible huge accident back in Germany-Henrik had to get an amputation and lost his family.

Then there was Chase. The 9 year old was alone for most of his life. His family left him alone at the orphanage when he was 7. That’s when the tics started. After months of the family trying-they couldn’t handle it anymore and simply dropped Chase to the orphanage and sped off.

Anthony and Jay, the one year old twins had it rough. At first their childhood consisted of abuse from their father. The father didn’t care for the mother or the kids. JJ wasn’t always blind but he was always mute-he could see at one point if it weren’t for the dad. It resorted to the father soon being caught-but the family had gone homeless. Now fending off outside and living from abandoned houses to cars, the twins were soon found beside their mother’s cold body just a few days ago. Both cold and alone-Anthony having gotten an epileptic seizure. At such a young age, the boys suffered and were sent to the orphanage.

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“Boys! Food is ready!”

Jackie went over to help Robbie come to the table. Looking and seeing Anthony and Jay needed help. He went over, and offered his hand to them.

Anthony stared at the hand before hesitantly grabbing it and then holding Jay’s hand. The three heading to the table, the two oldest following behind

Henrik and Chase sat beside each other. Henrik stared at his food-before he mumbled a small blessing. Chase listening while holding Henrik’s hand.

Jackie stared in fascination, setting the three young boys in their chairs as he watched Henrik.

Once the boy finished, he smiles at Chase before both started to eat.

“You know you don’t have to do that at this house if you don’t want to.” Jackie says softly.

Henrik looked at Jackie before shaking his head, “Mama say for respect. We Jewish” he informed.

“I do it with him just so he’s not alone. Even if I have no clue what he’s saying” Chase spoke with a shrug.

Jackie smiles and nods, “Alright, whatever you feel comfortable, I won’t stop you” he says with a smile. Sitting down beside the younger boys to make sure they eat properly and don’t choke.

Anthony was helping Jay with eating while he eats. Though he looked over at Robbie curiously before focusing at his brother. Smiling at seeing Jay enjoy his food. Eating some himself while JJ chews.

Jackie watched happily as the kids ate. He was helping Robbie eat, knowing his son needed help still. Smiling as he pressed a loving kiss to Robbie’s forehead. He was happy with this-even if he knew it’d be a struggle.

#jackieboy man #septic egos #henrik von schneeplestein #jsegos #chase bro average #jameson jackson #spaceywrites #single dad jackie au

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therealjoejoemamakujo · 7 months

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A Medic One-Shot From my AO3 Page

The original:

(I asked if I should make another part but nobody responded.. Maybe you guys could tell me idk!!!! Also, this is fairly old, and my writing has improved at least a little bit from this. Just letting you know in case you don't like it!!)

THIS ONE-SHOT HAS SUGGESTIVE THEMES.

Another day of fighting. When you came into this whole ordeal, you knew you would have to go to battle. What you didn't expect, is that you'd have to go to battle every. single. day.

Alas, here you were, sheltering yourself behind a small backstop (idk what they're called I'm sorry) while you occasionally peeked your head over to get a shot at someone from the enemy team. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you weren't too good at aiming, so your mostly hid behind the safety of the backstop. Eventually though, you were forced to move when there were enough bullets through the (not very reliable) piece of wood that it would've possibly shattered like glass if shot at again. You weren't stupid, so you made sure the coast was clear before making a run for the nearest hiding spot around.

Once you were safely hidden behind some kind of clay mound.. thing, you started to notice something. It was quiet... Too quiet.

"Okay, what's going on?" you said to no one in particular. "(Y/N)?" you heard a voice call out. You knew that voice, it was Medic. You went in the direction of his voice, which wasn't too far from where you currently were, still being in that all too quiet hiding spot of yours.

"Oh, Medic! Weird thing to say, but I'm glad to see you- I got worried and stuff because uhm- Y'know, it was really quiet, and.." You shut yourself up before anymore words came out, already having humiliated yourself enough. Medic was giving you a quizzical look, but gave you a smirk after a split second (it seemed like hours to you).

He started to speak up. "I also noticed zat it vas a bit quiet. Vhat are you doing over hea'?" (how do you write a German accent help) he asked, putting his hands on his hips. "Well, I was just trying to get to shelter because my other thing... got destroyed." you chuckled nervously. Why were you so nervous? Well, you were with Medic, your boyfriend (he doesn't know it yet but don't worry). Not only were you with Medic, but you were with Medic, alone. Your eyes started to look in every direction but his, a single bead of nervous sweat going down your face.

Medic took notice of this, because he rose his eyebrow again and tried to follow your eyes with his face trying to get you to look at him.

"(Y/N), are you okay? Iz some-zing wrong?" he asked. You felt kind of bad, making him worry. "No, no I'm okay! Nothing's wrong," you said, still refusing to make eye contact. He was obviously not buying it. I mean, who would? "(Y/N)," he started, his tone a bit more serious. "What's wrong?" he asked, beginning to get closer to you. Of course, you would back up two or three steps for every one step he took toward you, and he quickly took notice of this. He continued to walk toward you, though, until you felt your back hit a hard dirt wall. You almost started panicking right then and there. You had no idea why you were so nervous but you were, and you hated it, and you hated that the Medic definitely knew tat you were nervous.

"Zhere's some-zing you're not telling me," Medic said in kind of a mumble. "S-Sorry, I just feel really weird right now- I'm sorry- I-I don't know why..," you stuttered, tripping over your words.

Medic simply smirked. Why did he smirk??? He took another step closer, and you cursed yourself because you couldn't back up. "Is it because of me..?" Medic asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. "What..?" you asked, kind of stunned by the sudden question. He chuckled and took yet another step forward. "Do you get nervous when I get close to you.. like this?" You could almost feel his breath on your face how close he was. "M-Medic.. What are you doing..?" you asked, the words barely audible because of how you were processing the situation.

Your face was red as a tomato, and you were simply staring ahead, which did not help your case at all, because staring straight ahead meant staring at Medic's chest. "(Y/N), look at me, please," Medic announced, once again pulling you out of your thoughts. You slowly and nervously looked up at him, and your face somehow got even more red when you saw that he was staring down at you, eyebrows raised and eyes half lidded, his glasses hanging loosely from his nose.

"S-Soryy," you said for literally no reason at all. "Do not apologize, (Y/N). Now, I have anozher question... Are you maybe also nervous because.. ve're alone?" he asked, his voice getting somehow deeper when he said that last part. All you did was stand there and stare up at him, pretty much giving him his answer. Medic began to laugh, but in a way that seemed different than normal. It was.. hot? Hotter than usual? Were you seriously getting this way about his voice right now??? Come o-

SLAM!

You flinched and quickly looked at Medic to see what the commotion was. You were shocked to see that he had pretty much trapped you when he put both of his arms on either side of you, giving you another eyes half lidded look. You blushed hard, wondering what the actual fuck he was doing. Did he know what he was doing, and was he just fucking with you? "Now, (Y/N), what exactly makes you so nervous vhen you're around me? I vould love to know," Medic grinned. You gulped. He definitely knew what he was doing. You had completely forgotten that you were supposed to be in the middle of a fight, and just started desperately trying to form words. "I.. Uhm- I don't- I can't- You-" Nothing would come out. After a minute of spouting nonsense, you were silenced by Medic putting a finger over your mouth to shush you, one of his arms still on your side.

"You don't need to say anymore.. I think I know exactly vhat it is..," he said. "But still, let me know if I'm wrong..," he mumbled, before putting his mouth right up to your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Is zhis vhat makes you so nervous, (Y/N)? You always think of zhis vhenever you're around me, hm?" he whispered into your neck. All you did was nod, too entranced by his actions to say any real words. He laughed softly before ghosting his lips along the flesh of your (now warm) neck. You nearly jumped at this, your breath hitching, which Medic took notice of. "Oh, so you like zhis.. Good to know I can continue." He gave no warning before he started kissing at your neck, very lightly sucking every once in a while. The whole time you just couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Your fantasies were coming true, and you didn't even initiate anything.

Medic pulled away and looked at you, his face dangerously close to yours. Your eyes flashed to his lips, and his to yours, before he went in and kissed you passionately. You immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled away for air and Medic very quickly pulled you back in for another kiss, this one more needy and hungry than the last one, which you too reciprocated, wanting the same thing he did.

"You know," he started, "I've alvays vanted to do zhis wizh you.. but I had no idea you felt zhe same," Medic confessed as he pulled away from the kiss to let himself breathe. "R-Really? That makes me so happy... I've always been so scared to tell you-" you said, looking down shyly. Medic lifted your face up with his hand, gently stroking your chin with his thumb. "I vhish you veren't afraid to tell me. I vould have been ecstatic to know about zhis sooner," he said with a smile. Before you got the chance to respond, he lifted your face once again with his hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. You were confused at first ,but then you started to feel his other hand travel downwards, and to your chest, hovering just above your breast. "Is zhis okay, (Y/N)?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice. You nodded a bit quicker and harder than you would have liked, making it seem like you were desperate for this (not that you weren't), which made Medic chuckle.

He slowly lowered his hand onto your breast and started to gently massage it, making your breathing become uneven. Medic continued to knead the mound of flesh, all the while looking at you to see your every reaction. "M-Medic..," you nearly moaned out, enjoying the feeling of his gloved hands over your clothed breasts. He eventually brought his other hand down to start working a the other breast, enticing an even better reaction from you, where you began to let out tiny squeaks and moans.

After a few minutes of the amazing pleasure, he stopped once again to look up at you. "Do you want me to go lower..?" he asked in a husky, yet hushed tone. You nodded, muttering a small "yes" as you watched his hand trail down between your legs. You watched intently as he once again, slowly began to rub you through your pants. You thanked god he wasn't really in your pants right now, because you knew he'd make fun of you for being so wet. You were so dazed by the pleasure, and it just got even better when he looked up to kiss you once again while still pleasuring your sensitive area down below. He brought his free hand up to pin your arm against the wall, starting to get rougher with his other hand. At this point, you were a moaning mess, and you were embarrassed to say that you were already close. You never thought his real touch would make you feel this good, but you weren't complaining. "M-Medic... I'm clo-"

BANG!!!

Blood was all over your face. You screamed as you got away from the Medic's body.

Oh my god..

He started to change shape. His clothes were turning blue, and he was getting smaller and skinnier the more you looked at him. This went on until you could finally see that the whole time.. you were getting messed up by the Blu spy. You nearly threw up, but realized that there was someone else there who had shot him. You looked to see who it was, and how convenient,

it was the real Medic.

His eyes were wider than you'd ever seen them, and he had a visible blush across his face. His hand was still up with the gun pointed, seemingly frozen in shock, with the gun smoking. All you could do was stand there, mortified over the fact that you had fallen for such a stupid trick and the fact that the real Medic had seen it happen.

"He knows," you thought to yourself. You could feel your eyes getting wet with tears, and you said nothing before running away from the Medic as fast as your legs could go. The last thing you heard from him was a very faint, "(Y/N), vait!" before you disappeared into the night, not really sure of where you were even going. Away from him, that's all you knew.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 oneshots #blu spy #angst #suggestive

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