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When someone forms a contract with a demon, there's a solid formation. It's normally like an earring or a ring or something small but unfortunately in this case, sadistic tendencies manifested a choker. The only thing on the planet this man will apologize for is the "collar" that came from the contract because it's such a call out.
Luckily, most people just assume it's jewelry! Unfortunately that also means his cruel personality remains unnoticed by most observers.
(Also she's very gay so when a pretty woman compliments her on her pretty necklace she goes through so many stages of grief knowing the source of the object. He actively feels humiliated at "collaring" a lesbian.)
#eyes that dont smile#is the plot tag for them haha..... he has such emotionless eyes and his expressions are more for show than anything#and the contract was in formation when she said something snarky to him so he was like#ah and under my guidance you will be unable to protest#as like an addition to the terms and didnt expect it to actually GET ADDED in the contract terms#so now whenever she tries to say something mean about him she loses her voice and she hates it so much#however he finds it hysterical which she hates even more#anyway they dont really like each other (more like they hate each other) but hey theres a contract tough luck
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the same HH and HB boys with a s/o that murdered a person who was after them, brutally? Like, the boys can barely distinguish the person's face from how much rage their s/o took at 'em, blood n shit everywhere. Love me, a crazy person who would kill someone 4 me 🤑🤑‼️ for example, sumn like the situation that Stolas has Stella, she's always after him. And their hysteric lil s/o drags them to the corpse and is just there grinning proudly and shit like they didn't rescind a mf's body. I feel like Blitz would be so moved "omg🥹🥺" give his s/o headpats and shit but idk again, you're best at writin' about him, love youuu! -🐆
My insides are red, and yours are too.
Pairing: Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Blitzø, Stolas x GN! Reader
Warnings: Violence, talks of murder
Word count: 425
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Angel Dust will be more or less freaked out. Like, he's seen dead sinners before, but he didn't think you were capable of murder. Basically, you killed someone at one of the clubs you frequent who made him uncomfortable. Even though he gets freaked out at first, he finds it very sweet that you killed someone to protect him, and not just for fun.
Husk is surprised at first when you show him the body. Like Angel, he didn't think you were capable of murder. Though he warms up to the idea eventually, it's Hell, you're going to need to defend yourself. I'm not sure who you would have killed for him. Maybe someone he lost to in the past?
Sir Pentious is completely shocked that you murdered someone for him. He knew you were capable of fighting since you've fought alongside him before, but he's never seen you so excited about it. He must admit, he finds your enthusiasm to be quite charming. Wants to hear you rant about every detail of the body and how you planned it of course.
Alastor isn't surprised in the slightest. In fact, he loves the fact you killed someone for him. It proves your loyalty. You probably murdered one of his enemies/someone who hates him. Which is a lot to choose from. He finds your joy of killing to be quite similar to his, and he finds it endearing.
Lucifer is now terrified of you. He knows he's stronger than you in every way being the King of Hell, but he can still get scared. He's mostly scared of the look on your face after it happened. Seeing that face in thousands of sinners, he never thought that you would get that look too. And, you know, it scares him because he kinda feels like he's losing you a little bit.
Blitzø is also ecstatic about you murdering someone. He's never seen you do something so badass and he loved the little show you put on for him. Is very supportive, hyping you up and everything. Either thinks you're his best employee or wants to marry you. And there is an in between. It's both!
Stolas will be quite alarmed that you killed someone for him. He's ever grateful however, considering that he's constantly trying to be assassinated. If you killed Stella, first of, what the fuck?? Secondly, he didn't think anyone would actually kill her. Probably helps you make it look like an accident or blame it on someone else so you don't get in trouble.
Star's notes -> The other day my friend and I played 'Phobics' on roblox. Turns out I have a fear of mannequins and being chased lol. We also played Doors and got jumpscared so bad (I hate loud noises)
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Original Ask: Could you do Jenson Button with wife reader? He was interviewing for Sky Sports with Danica Patrick. He was fed up with her and he always made that face whenever he was around her which was amusing to his wife. She was having a field day when one day she was at his interview. Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it goes. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) ( @pear-1206 )
Word Count: 645 words
(author's note: i hope you enjoy love !! i enjoyed writing this quite alot 🫶 )
If there was one thing Jenson hated about working with Sky Sports, it was Danica Patrick. He couldn't stand to listen to her outlandish and disrespectful takes on races and drivers, especially her opinions about Logan Sargeant.
During his time in the Williams garage, Jenson became very close to Logan, and the pair developed a father-and-son relationship over the years. This only furthered when Jenson’s wife, Y/N, met Logan. She absolutely adored him and quickly became his biggest supporter alongside her husband.
So, when Y/N was invited to participate in a post-race discussion with Jenson, Danica and some other regular Sky Sports figures, she jumped at the opportunity. Jenson however, was not as keen as his dear wife.
The group stood in the paddock, each one of them holding a microphone. Y/N was smiling from ear to ear, so excited for the opportunity. Her husband watched her intently, realising that he took his job for granted far too often. However, once the interview began it wasn’t long before Jenson remembered why he disliked Danica so much.
“I just don’t think that Sargeant has the skill required to drive at this level. He can’t keep up with the car or the fast pace of the races which is reflected in his poor results. In my opinion, Williams should start looking for a new driver.” Danica said critically.
Some of the other interviewers nodded, but before she could begin talking again, Jenson cut in, “I disagree fully. Logan is a talented driver and we’ve seen just how well he can perform under pressure. I simply believe that this is just a slight rough patch in his career and that it won’t be long until he’s back on track and in the points.”
“I agree with Jenson,” Y/N stated while smiling at her husband, “I’ve spent a lot of time speaking with Logan and he puts far too much pressure on himself. He isn’t happy with how he’s driving at the moment but I don’t think the amount of criticism he receives isn't fair at all.”
Admiration and pride shone in Jenson’s eyes as he listened to his wife talk. He knew Logan would feel the same way too, but more appreciative that she had defended him.
Danica pretty much accepted their statements and moved on to discussing the race and giving even more unwarranted criticisms. Towards the end of the interview, Jenson was finding it harder and harder to suppress his eye rolls and sighs at Danica’s words.
Y/N on the other hand, was finding her husband’s behaviour hysterical. She knew very well that Jenson did not like Danica but watching his reactions made her struggle not to laugh.
Eventually, the interview ended and Jenson and Y/N walked off towards the Williams garage.
“You’re hilarious you know that right?” Y/N said to Jenson as they strolled along hand in hand.
“What do you mean my darling?”
“The way you react to Danica is unbelievable. I could barely stop myself from laughing when you rolled your eyes at her.”
Jenson snorted with laughter, “Sometimes what she comes out with is so ridiculous that I can’t help myself. Especially when it’s about Logan. I nearly kissed you on the spot when you started defending him.”
“Jenson!” Y/N said slapping his arm “You would’ve gotten us into so much trouble! But I’ll always defend Logan, he’s so talented! I don’t see why anyone would question his ability to drive.”
“God I love you,” Jenson said looking down at his wife.
“I’d hope so Jense,” Y/N replied.
The pair continued their walk to the Williams garage, still laughing every so often at Jenson’s previous antics. Other people might see him as rude, but Y/N wouldn’t have her husband any other way.
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Skeleton had to go under anesthesia. When he wakes up, completely shoot, he asks to the guy next to him who he is and what's he's doing in his room. That's his brother lol. Skeleton is shocked to learn he has a brother. Reaction?
Undertale Sans - He can't stop laughing at Papyrus' expression. Poor guy is clearly not himself at the moment, and Sans is 100% going to take advantage of the situation. He's going to make him believe the most stupidest things ever, like the fact that if he touches the button above his head, the whole room is going to explode, which makes him cry in panic. The only problem with that is that Papyrus remembers the whole thing perfectly afterward lol. Sans is going to wake up in a room full of traps the next day.
Undertale Papyrus - ???? Papyrus tries not to panic as his brother actually doesn't recognize him for real. He calls a doctor, who assures him it's normal and that he's just very tired right now and not thinking clearly. But still! He doesn't even remember he has a brother??? Papyrus doesn't like that very much. He's going to be tense until Sans starts to feel better.
Underswap Sans - Honey is just staring at him, frowning. Blue can't hold it together for more than ten seconds before breaking down, laughing hysterically. Poor Honey is so confused about what's going on, having no idea what's going on. Blue is so going to record him saying weird things and he's going to show it to all of his friends. Honey doesn't like it and will try all he can to escape the crazy skeleton in his room. Please someone helps him.
Underswap Papyrus - Blue is stubborn and will get mad at Honey for pretending to be his brother when he's sure he doesn't have any brother and threatens to fight with him. He then summons the most pathetic attacks Honey has ever seen to "defeat him". The bone is so tiny it's barely visible. It does no damage either. Blue grumbles and says that it's not over and that he'll see when he can get out of bed. At this point, Honey is just dying with laughter in a corner. Blue doesn't want to talk about any of this once he has a clear head lol. It never happened.
Underfell Sans - Uh... Red is not sure what to do about this. Edge is getting defensive and growling at him like a wild animal, asking him to decline his identity again and again. Red assures him he's his brother but Edge refuses to hear it and he's getting mad Red is lying to him. Red is just upset after some time and screams at him to go to hell, so pissed off. Edge is so confused when he remembers his brother only to find out he's pouting in a corner of the room, mad at him. The hell happened?
Underfell Papyrus - That's so embarrassing. Red assures him he has no brother, and then starts to flirt with him, in front of Undyne and Alphys, who are dying with laughter on the floor. It's not funny! He's really concerned. Are you sure they didn't take his brain off during the anesthesia or something? When Red remembers, he is devastated. Of course, Undyne recorded him, because she had too. Edge can't look him in the eyes. Alphys is writing the worst fanfiction ever in a corner. Please, make him a favor and send him back to sleep. He doesn't want to wake up before another century. He's begging you.
Horrortale Sans - Oak is already very uncomfortable because it's a hospital and he hates hospitals with all he has, but it gets even worse when his brother wakes up and actually doesn't remember him. Oak thinks he's playing at first, but then he realizes he's not and he's going full panic mode lol. Oak is ready to tear the hospital apart to understand what's going on. He's going to scare the doctors until one of them explains what they did to his brother. One of them explains he's just too tired to be coherent. Oh. That's fine then. He's going back to his brother's room and patiently waits for Willow to be fine again. No doctors want to get near him again however.
Horrortale Papyrus - He was a bit nervous when he saw Oak awaken, mainly because he had to sedate him to come to the hospital in the first place. When Oak wakes up, he's completely lost, his memory all fuzzy and he can't remember how he ended there. Then he looks at his brother and tenses, his pupils shrieking as he gets uncomfortable. Willow tries to comfort him, that's when Oak bites him and then growls angrily, mad he's at the hospital. Willow doesn't question it and just let him be lol. That's Oak, who knows what's going on with him sometimes. Eventually, he will come around. He's still mad Willow dragged him to the hospital though.
Swapfell Sans - Nox didn't expect Rus to wake up finding his face hilarious. He can't stop giggling, pointing at Nox's face and trying to put his fingers in his eye sockets. Nox is not sure if he should be angry, concerned, or offended. Probably a mix of that. The problem is that Rus is very insistent and won't leave him alone, lunging at him to try and stick his hands in his sockets, until he manages to. Nox just sighs. This is going to be a long day.
Swapfell Papyrus - "What you're looking at asshole?" "bro???" "Who send you here? You think you can kill me because I can't get up?!" "bro, seriously, calm down" "I can kill you from my bed, just so you know! I'm very dangerous!" "yeah yeah..." "I swear! I knocked an entire army once! All by myself! Lower your eyes! I'm the great general of the Royal Guard and the Queen's heir! Decline your identity!" Nox won't stop threatening him for four hours, but since his magic is down right now he can't really do anything except trying to be mean to make him flee. Once he has his mind clear, Nox will pretend nothing happened and that anything Rus is saying is a lie lol.
Fellswap Gold Sans - Coffee is having a panic attack, screaming after his brother. Wine stands up to comfort him, but then Coffee pushes him away and screams after Wine for help, looking more and more distressed seeing the skeleton in his room, staring at him in disbelief. Wine is not sure what to do honestly. So, uh, he does the only thing he's good at. He picks up a lamp and knocks his brother out lmao. The nurses are quite in shock when he tells them he put his brother back to sleep because he was too weird xD
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Wine decided he would get out of the hospital and Coffee is just an annoyance holding him back. So he summons a blaster in the middle of the corridor and blasts his brother, who can barely hide back in the room. Uh... Uh oh. Coffee is not sure how anyone is going to be able to stop him honestly. He looks pretty determined. Thankfully, Wine walks three meters before collapsing out of exhaustion on the floor, so it's fine. He's not happy, but the nurses put him back on morphine to keep him asleep while he recovers lol.
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Orange ~
Sana X M Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst (for the most part)
WC: 4.1K Words
Chapter 9: Keep Me in your Heart
A/N: Wrapping up Orange's story. No smut tho.
Reader –
“Now tell me, what are you planning to do?”
Sana was so serious in her tone, nothing of that respectful daughter demeanor, business-like and ready to hear the terms of a very unfavorable circumstance. The atmosphere was heavy inside your office, tension was high, thick and palpable. Both you and Sana have not been on good terms with her father, and then there was the hospital director, caught in the crossfire. You look at your girlfriend and admire her resolve, although it doesn’t come as a surprise now, she has been a fighter ever since you knew her, and it is clear she’ll fight this one too, even though you are doomed to lose. However, it is also clear that there is also vulnerability in her voice.
“I advise you to be calm, my dear daughter.”
You can already tell it’s not going to be easy, her father sounded too confident on the card he is holding. He cleared his throat, and took a seat on the couch, not in a hurry whatsoever. He is taking his time, maybe even enjoying the agony written all over your faces. He may be the father of the girl who means the world to you but you can’t help but curse him under your breath, he is giving you all the reasons to hate him, and probably also a little more. As it stands, it's you and Sana against the world.
“So I heard that the owner of the place you are staying needs a heart transplant. You know I can help you with that, Sana." Her father started his spiel with a smug face. He knew his gambit would finally pay off. "You see, this should not have been your problem, but you have so much love to give and you can't help but care." The grin on his face grew wider which made you clinch on your fist tighter. But deep inside you can't argue his logic. You view care and connections as unnecessary. It's one of the reasons why you opt to keep to yourself; before this orange haired girl changed your life at least.
"You know what you need to do, come home with me to Japan, and I'll make sure she'll have her new heart as soon as possible."
He acted so calm, so cool when he laid out his terms. Sana's father thought he had you both on a checkmate, a chokehold; and maybe he probably did. If you didn't hate him, you would for sure admire the man, respect his composure by not laughing hysterically because he had the upper hand. Although you think you didn't expect less from her father, it's really hard to run a hospital, especially if it's controlled by three big families. Well perhaps you do, you already do sound like it.
At that moment, you noticed your girlfriend sob. You've been focused on your own feelings to not be aware that tears are now falling on her face. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around her, she cried enough for the night. You hate her father for doing all this, but even more so you hate yourself for not being able to think of a solution; a way out. You just want to dig deep and find something inside the big brain of yours you always seem so confident about, but somehow the well just ran dry. It can't keep on giving it seems.
There was a brief pause inside your office, the kind that you could not be blamed for thinking the world stood still, and somehow time stops moving forward. It's not a moment of respite however, it's full of dread and uncertainties. Sana knows it, you know it, the odds are not in your favor. "I'll give you time to think, but remember time is of the essence if you want that landlady saved." Sana's father broke that silence with absolute conviction in his voice. He left the office with his shoulders high, and so was his spirit; he knew he had won. You and Mr. Cho's eyes met, and you could see that he is emphatic to your situation, but it's out of his hands too and there's nothing he can do about it. You gave him a smile of acknowledgement as he tapped you gently in the back, and he went out as well after that.
Your focus went back to Sana, and she's crying as she leans on your shoulders. But what more can you do? You just wrapped your arms around her and rubbed her back. "It's all going to be alright." Inside your head you are thinking, asking, do you really mean those words? Maybe not since you yourself are afraid of what will happen next, but it's all you can think of for now. And maybe she knows you are just spewing out words and not meaning them, because she cried even harder when she heard it.
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Morning came, and you are still occupied with things that need sorting out. You notice your girlfriend roll over and wake up, making a mess of her orange hair. Normally, you would have found it cute but right now you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. It's a completely different circumstance. "Did you have any sleep, Doc?" Her eyes puffed and her voice hoarse, as she asked you the minute her eyes found yours. It is clear she worries for you too.
"I'm fine, baby." You managed a weak smile. You've been up all night, trying to find answers, but all you could produce was the name of Mrs. Kang's nearest relative using hospital records. You also tried to find ways and cases that a patient was given the priority to receive a heart but that proved to be all for naught. Absent a personal donor pledging their hearts when they die to a specific person, given that the receiver is compatible with the organ; the only recourse is to sign up and be included in the waitlist.
Then you felt your girlfriend sitting on your lap, you realized your attention was never really on her but on your computer, on the things that addled your mind because you did not notice her walk towards you. Sana wrapped her arms around your neck and rested her head on your shoulders; and you always feel at peace when she does that. But there's a feeling of sorrow in her embrace, the kind that screams goodbye, the kind that is making the most out of the remaining time. Anyone can walk in your office and see the both of you and be called unprofessional but those things don't bother you now, the world will understand.
"I already found a relative who can help us with the paper works of the operation." You are just hoping she will see it as good news, praying silently that she will not see it as you are already giving up by thinking about the operation already. Sana tightened her arms around you and you already knew that she understood what it meant. "We don't have any other options, do we?" Her voice trailed off as she tried to finish her sentence. For the first time today, you shifted your attention fully to your girlfriend. "I want to be selfish, you know. I just want to run with you and escape all these." You pat the back of her head and run your fingers through her orange locks. You mean those words, but you know as well that it's impossible.
Sana immediately removes her head from your shoulders to look at you straight into your eyes. "Then let's go, hmm?" There's pleading in her teary gaze, she's desperate just like you that she'll take any alternative without really thinking.
"We can't, baby. I know you can't. You're not capable of leaving the ones you care about." You hate to be the bearer of the grounding news, but you have to; even if it means putting an end to your selfish desires. "We will just go back immediately the moment we try to leave because of our conscience.” You fixed her messy hair, it has become your habit. After a long pause, of just both of you staring at each other, Sana went back to lean on your shoulders, vulnerable, defeated, devastated for the lack of choices. And your heart goes out with her.
Sana –
Sana is in a state of trance, her eyes are fixed on the face of her still unconscious landlady. In the background is a beeping noise of the electronic vital sign monitors, constantly reminding her that she too still exists, even though she thinks her mind has stopped functioning. As she holds the hands of the woman that serves as her guardian in a foreign country, Sana came to terms with what you said earlier. She really could not just run and leave it all behind. Unbeknownst to her, a pool of tears starts to accumulate again in her eyes. Perhaps, the choice is crystal clear now even if it means you two being away from each other. Sana resigns herself to let it all out again and cry but is stopped by the sound of the opening door. She immediately wiped her tears with her bare hands and tried to fix herself before turning to see who the visitor was.
“Unnie.” Dahyun’s head peeked on the small opening of the door, with her signature smile. “Doc said you haven’t eaten yet. Do you want to join us? Your boyfriend and Doc Jun Han still have a doctors meeting, and Sang Hun has a lecture to attend so it’s just us with Jihyo-unnie.” The anesthetist smiled brightly as she completed her invitation, obviously trying to exude positivity. Sana finishes to wipe her eyes dry and continues to fix herself, she can’t say no and frankly speaking she craves some company too.
Sana noticed that the two ladies tried to talk normally to her as the three of them settled on a table, careful to not bring up the topics related to the things that happened. No one seems to be giving her some weird looks in the hospital so she is thankful that the news didn’t really go out. Yet she could not shake off the feeling that it was a bit strange, normally Sana expected to be bombarded with inquiries but both of them talked about completely random things. "Did Doc tell the both of you not to ask me questions?" She just had to make sure, to confirm her suspicions. Both Dahyun and Jihyo awkwardly looked at each other but ultimately smiled in defeat and admitted that it was indeed the case.
"Are we that obvious, Sana?" Jihyo asked in defeat to which she nodded in response. "It's just highly unusual. You two don't want to be late with the news." Dahyun's mouth dropped in shock when Sana just casually calls them nosy but in a more sophisticated way. Then her lips formed a small smile in amusement, it's the first time she did for the day. It's just friendly banter, and the three just laugh about it.
"Did Doc fill you in with the details?" Sana considered both women more than just colleagues now so she decided to talk about the situation even though it is hard at the moment. Jihyo shaked her head."I only know about your landlady's situation, that she needs a new heart." Dahyun echoed Jihyo's response, also saying that she only knew the same information. "Doc seems to be avoiding the topic entirely so I didn't really pry and ask more." Dahyun added. Sana immediately thought about you. Of course it's hard for you too, you just act tough because being a doctor requires you to be, and as a boyfriend it requires you even more.
"This is basically saying goodbye." Sana tried to hold back her tears as she felt like a hand grips her heart again. It is heavy and it keeps on getting heavier that she closed her eyes and the flood gates of tears are now open. Concerned, both women at the table with her scoots closer. Jihyo sitting on the same side gently rubs her back while Dahyun offers tissue. However Sana gathered herself and proceeded to fill them in with the specifics, of how her father wants her to go back to Japan in exchange of securing a heart, of how there is no other choice, of how you two will be apart.
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Sana looked at you, deep asleep. Probably the only place of peace amidst all the chaos. She examined every single line on your face and she was sure she memorized them all by now. The road to this very moment has not been easy, and Sana thought you deserve the rest you are currently enjoying. It has been your first taste of sleep ever since all of these ensued. She has been itching to touch your face and kiss your lips, but she was also afraid she might wake you up.
She looked back on the long day you both had, on the emotions and struggles. You both wanted to spend the remaining time together. Even though both of you avoided talking about it, not wanting to make it hard while you are still together. But somehow Sana knew that you also knew that it is just a matter of time, that you need to do what is needed to save a life. She involuntarily sniffs as her nose and eyes swelled again, for which she panicked a bit thinking that might wake you up but fortunately didn’t. Sana then took the chance to slowly get off the bed, careful to not disturb you in the slightest. She fetched a letter from the pocket of her coat, and placed it on your lone bedside table making sure you would see it. Then she took an all look around your room, a bittersweet smile. So many great memories she will forever cherish. And lastly, her eyes landed on you and God knows how much she wants to go back to your side. The few inches apart has been such a torture already.
Reader (Three weeks later) --
You opened the door to see Mrs. Kang sitting up looking outside the window. This is the first time ever since the operation that she has been strong enough to do so. You know she is deep in thought and you hesitated to interrupt her, but you need to make your rounds to your patients and it is her turn. You carefully knocked on the open door to not surprise her, and as she slowly turned around you gave her your best effort for a warm smile.
“It’s much better that you stay lying down, Mrs. Kang. Recover as much strength as possible. The more you do that, the faster you can get out of the hospital.” Normally it takes an average of two to three weeks to recover from a heart transplant. But given her age, you decided to monitor her more than that. She also showed signs of slow recovery so you couldn’t take the risk.
You quickly assisted her in lying back down and proceeded to check on her vitals. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Kang? Not feeling any more discomfort in your chest area?” The old lady slowly shook her head in response. “Your vital signs are well within expected now so I am happy to say we are getting good results. Give it like a week and I can consider releasing you. Sounds good, Ms. Kang?”
“Thank you, Doc.”
“Alright, and don’t forget you can always tell your attending nurse if ever you feel or need something.” You take a final look and give instructions to her own nurse since no relative has even taken the initiative to care, really tragic. You gave her a smile again as you were getting ready to leave when she held your hand to stop you. “Would you allow me a couple of questions, Doctor?”
“Of course.” You obliged after much thought, you were debating internally if it was the right time to let her in on the news. But with her determined eyes, you knew it would just be wrong to not let her know, to deny her of the truth.
You pulled a vacant chair and sat in front of the frail woman, thinking that the conversation would not end that quickly. She looks so much better than before her operation, visibly pain free and presumably getting quite adjusted to her new heart. The heart that has so much weight for you and a particular someone. You immediately remembered how you cried your own heart and eyes out after the successful operation, given how much it meant to you. The hospital director voiced his concern to you, suggesting that you should let other doctors perform the operation because emotions can get in the way, but you have to do it. You just have to make sure that it’s gonna be all worth it, and besides it’s the very last wish she said to you. And today, somehow sitting across her landlady, you realized you did just that. But as for the question if it was worth it, your heart is not that professional after all.
“You are Sana’s boyfriend, right? She always talks about you.” Mrs. Kang reaches out to hold your hand again, soft and gentle.
“Yes, her boyfriend.” It’s technically true, you did not separate that night; in fact not much was really said aside from a couple of lines. Yet you still hesitated, it has been almost a month that you haven’t seen her, not in any shape or form of conversation wahtsoever too.
“I haven’t seen her visit, she told me she works in the same hospital as you. I would very much like to see her.” There is a certain anticipation in her expression, you can clearly see how Sana means to her as well. However, you hate to be the bearer of the disappointing news.
“Sana-” you paused to clear your throat, you once again feel the grip that very fact holds upon your heart. Just her name solicits so much emotion from you. Yet you have to gather yourself and persevere, keep a straight face as much as possible. You have to soften the news to her, she is your patient after all. “Sana is back in Japan, Mrs. Kang. But don’t worry she already knew that you had a successful operation.” The last sentence was a lie. In truth, you don’t have an inkling of news about her, none whatsoever. Not even knowing if she safely arrived. Although, you thought it’s safe to assume that she does, you want to assume. And besides you really could use that particular white lie.
You saw the change in expression in Mrs. Kang's face. From hopeful anticipation to visible sadness. You didn’t do a great job of what you intended to do. "But you don't have to worry, all expenses have been taken care of too already." You tried to distract her with positive news. Yet you know, just like your heart, only a certain someone can fill that void.
“Can I talk to her at least?” That request was full of desperation, somehow it reflects your heart's desire. You would give the world to just have the chance to hear her sweet bright voice.
“I’ll make sure to let you talk to her once she calls, I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear you well and healthy. But right now, you just need to think about one thing, and that is recovering.” You immediately stood up, desperately wanting to get out of the conversation. You don’t want to lie anymore, but most of all of you just couldn’t hold on to your tears if you keep on talking about Sana. So with the last bit of perseverance, you remained professional. Telling her that you have to go to check on other patients, it’s the last lie you will tell her today.
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You head to your office after completing your afternoon rounds, you just want to be alone. Unknowingly, you started to go back to your old self, loner, grumpy and unapproachable. And you realized that when you opened the door of your office hearing some laughter but it completely went silent when they saw you walk in the door, well except for one person who was confused about the situation. For the first time in what feels like forever, there was some semblance of joy in the corners of your office; the office that was once a well of happiness when Sana shared it with you and made it her own. Somehow in your heart, you wish she was one of the visitors you have but that is just wishful thinking of course.
“Are you this strict on them that they can’t laugh when you’re around, Oppa?” Your sister was ready to scold you. Jihyo and Dahyun immediately react that it was not the case but Tzuyu’s eyes were fixed on you.
“What are you doing here?” You disregard your sister’s question. However she was not having it.
“My sister can be a bit feisty.” You smiled at your colleagues. The two of them laughed again, looking more relaxed. They already understood you are a man of a few words. “It’s the first time I saw someone you can square up to you aside from–” Dahyun stopped on her sentence and looked away, conscious about what she almost did. Of course you picked up on it, in fact everyone did as Jihyo was shooting some lethal side eye to the anesthetist. However, you decided to let it go, nothing really good will happen if you mind it. “Will you excuse us, ladies?”
Both Jihyo and Dahyun of course obliged and immediately headed out the door after taking their leave. You sat down on your chair, legs gave out as soon as you reached it. Perhaps you are now done acting tough, you are with someone again where you are not afraid of showing vulnerability. “You didn’t answer my question, little sis. What brought you here?”
“Just checking on you. Anything wrong with that?” Tzuyu took a seat on the chair in front of your table. There was a pause after, yet somehow you know she didn’t expect any kind of answer. “You should stay with us for the meantime, you know. It will do you good to have company.” Ever since Tzuyu and your father met, they have been catching up so fast with each other’s life up to the point that she now lives in his house. You can see that your sister is happy so you are just as happy for her. Her happiness should not be hindered just because you still have your wounds.
“I’m doing fine, Tzuyu-ya.”
“Fine, I brought some food by the way. You should eat it. I won’t linger long, I still need to visit my shop.” She immediately ran to your side and gave you a hug.
“You can tell your father, I might invite him for some drinks.” You told her after the hug.
“He will be happy to hear that.”
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The next morning rolled around and you woke up as the sunlight from your windows slowly creeped up on your eyes. Every morning has been pretty much the same ever since that night. Just like as you recalled, the first thing that grabbed your attention is the letter waiting for you to be read. And without fail ever since that morning, you reached out for it and unfolded the piece of paper that brings you both hope and sadness; the piece of paper that she left her heart with. Then you start to read again, each line somehow feels like it's the first time you ever read it:
You know I love you, and I will always do.
I’m such a coward for choosing to do it this way. But I know I wouldn’t be able to do this with proper goodbyes. I know it would be impossible for me to go seeing you cry the moment I leave. So allow me to go like this, while you are peacefully asleep.
This is not goodbye. Keep me in your heart until the day that we will see each other again. Promise me that I will still be your Orange.
Lastly, I will go because it is the right thing to do. Because you and I both know we can’t live if we took the selfish path. So let us make it worth it, promise me you will save her. Do all you can, I know you will.
I have so many things to say, but let’s just talk about them when we see each other again.
You know I love you, and I will always do.
Yours,
Orange
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Fin.
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feel free to complain to me about the ii finale <3 i'm all ears
thank you ellie :)
fair warning for ii neg, especially on the latest episode.
prefacing this with saying: I LOVE INANIMATE INSANITY!!!!!! inanimate insanity is my favourite show in the world and every episode leaves me full of joy and excitement. i adore criticizing it not out of hatred but out of genuine love. i enjoy every single episode i watch.
however, i find that iii19 has been the worst episode so far. it has gotten me the least hyped out of any episode in the series, which is saying a lot because i bounce off the walls at every episode no matter how much i end up criticizing it later. there are. so many problems i have with it. im gonna try and organize them the best i can, though i'll probably(?) edit this post later to insert anything i missed or forgot to say.
starting off positively: oj!!!! personally i am so glad he didn't talk in this episode. i was terrified of the idea of him having a new va. the spin was adorable, i loved his signature thumbs ups, and every time i saw him i squealed with delight. him voting for balloon also made me really happy! despite the grudge he's had against him for so long, he still sticks with him on this part. even after laughing at his death the episode before that
in general all the seasonwunners voted for balloon!! which makes me happy!!! paintbrush, nickel, balloon, and oj have all been there for the very beginning of season 1, three of them being there for every season. i love the inherent connection the contestants from season 1 have with each other. they've been together since inanimate insanity began and they're there for the end of season 3 too. very sweet.
onto more negative stuff! I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID WITH SILVER SPOON AND CANDLEEE they set up something crazy in the last episode and then did NOTHING with it!!! they had silver spoon beat candle unconscious the second she said something that wasn't coddling him like the manchild he is and she STILL voted for him. where even was she for half of the episode?? they just left her lifeless corpse on the ground in iii18 and then she eventually got up in this episode and just. went back to the competition??? dogshit writing
okay now i wanna talk about cabby. I Don't Like Cabby Anymore. so from the very beginning i have loved cabby. she was extremely similar to me in fact! i have really bad memory issues and i tend to keep files on people and on things that i might forget about, as well as just to organize my thoughts and ideas. i loved her confidence, obsession with knowledge, and analytical personality at the start. i was pretty upset when the characters (mostly test tube lmao) started relentlessly bullying her, and i HATE the whole thing in spring on the breakfast where they try to demonize her files. it was kind of annoying when they tried to remedy it really quickly after that because it was clearly because of the backlash, but i was glad they at least tried to fix it. however, over the course of the series, she just felt like she was... becoming sadder? pitiful, honestly? she went from an awesome smart character who loved taking notes on people's behaviour and using that information to get better at the game into some kind of Sad Little Bullied Victim. she doesn't even feel like a character anymore to me, just a mouthpiece for the creators to write dramatic "cathartic" speeches through to prove they're Definitely Not Ableist. also what was the deal with her parents lmao they never brought that up again
aaaand this episode was generally written really badly. super fucking corny for one. they literally had a little dance party at the end like people make jokes about for stereotypical Kids' Shows. but my issue is more with like... the weird super fast character development? and the way they wrapped everything up as quickly as possible? something that bothered me was the tonal whiplash between zuwie voicing springy super hysterically and dramatically and then springy being fully redeemed within like the next 5 minutes and dying for mephone. Why did they even die for mephone. like as a character why would he of all people die for mephone. thats so fucking stupid. the rest of the voice acting felt completely different from springy's as well so it just made the effect worse. everyone's lines were really corny and felt so manufactured, like they would pull characters to mephone's side (losing my mind over all the contestants rooting for mephone like cmon man that guy sucks i just know oj at least would want him dead) with a short Cathartic Speech and everything would be fixed and lovely and peachy keen. its just painful to watch. everything feels really weirdly disjointed and badly put together, the flow is awful, the "danger" doesn't feel like there's any suspense to it at all, and every character gets fully redeemed for no good reason. even walkie talkie chats casually with mephone at the end as if they're good friends after they were HYSTERICALLY INSISTING ON MURDERING HIM? AND MAKING HIM WATCH HIS OWN DEATH?? idk if this will get explained in s2 but we still don't know who walkie talkie is, what their motive is, WHY they got redeemed, etc. we know nothing about them. and even if it will be explained later, i think it's shitty writing that NOTHING was explained in this season.
some extra stuff
- SO FUCKING GLAD THEY DIDN'T BRING HOTEL OJ INTO THIS I WOULD'VE CRIED IF THEY PUT SEASON 3 CHARACTERS INTO HOTEL OJ OR MADE IT ALL SLEEK AND S3 STYLE
- the "you can do this" thing at the end was fucking stupid man that was so corny (btw corny isn't always bad but jesus christ... this episode was just awful with it)
- could not feel any emotion towards the Emotional Parts but laughter and secondhand embarrassment
- HOW DID THEY GET THE FUNDING FOR A LIBRARY? I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT MEPHONE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING FOR A PRIZE HOW DID HE PAY FOR AN ENTIRE LIBRARY
- speaking of, why isn't oj back at the hotel. doesn't he have to manage it. wasn't paper having a ton of trouble managing it. why are all of them still on that fuckass island. did the library take like 5 minutes to build what the fuck
- ALSO!!! Why did they build a library in the middle of a deserted island
- i liked the short nickloon scene because im a nicklooner
- glad yinyang and candle got to talk
- test tube saying nearly nothing at all the entire episode except for sitting on the ground in a really stupid pose and apologizing to cabby made me laugh
- weirded out by tt and fan not talking to each other at all? not as a ship thing but like they're best friends aren't they
- really fucking annoyed by the fantube family picture at the end i hate fantube family leave that grown ass adult (bot) alone
- glad they didn't canonize any ships i was so scared about silvercandle and fantube
- 4s scene and s1 flashback was cool i love s1 so i got excited
- aaaaand i think my misogyny thread is relevant again. i should update it sometime because ii has only gotten worse about it lmao
- didn't like them making clover stupid for some reason like "is he talking about me?" come on
- oj not talking in these last two episodes is so glaringly unusual because he's never been able to shut his fucking mouth for even a minute
#juice.txt#ii neg#ii spoilers#i love this show but jesus fucking christ#absolute dogshit writing its so embarrassing
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Hello I hope you have a great day. Can I request Ror characters x strong but charming reader.
The reader is so beautiful and petite, and so kind and charming. It makes everyone underestimating her, except for her god/human lover, because he knows what is the reader's strength and capability. Let just say reader is also a human/God representative and she will fight against a super mean god/human, teasing her that without any she will lose. However, reader shows her power and her opponent lose.
Her god/human lover was watching the whole time, smirking. He look at his lover and smiled while whispering " thats my girl ".
Uwuuuuuuu!!!!!!
-The number of friends that you had was staggering, you had made friends easily in your life on Earth, and when you died, Valhalla was the same way, you made friends with everyone!
-You were so warm, kind to all, funny, so charismatic, many people had to wonder how anyone could hate someone like you?!
-Your lover couldn’t even begin to imagine his life without you, you came in like a wrecking ball and he asks himself almost every day how he survived without you, without your warm smile, strong hugs, and sweet kisses.
-He learned early on, that despite your sweet nature, you were actually really strong! You even impressed him with your raw physical strength!
-HOW?! You were so petite and dainty looking, you were literally a cupcake blended with a ray of sunshine, how were you able to spar with Hercules of all people and walk away unscathed?!
-This proved to be useful to Brunnhilde however, when she asked you to fight for humanity, as she and her both know you were going to be underestimated.
-Your opponent was cocky, immediately doubling over while laughing loudly, finding it amusing that you were his opponent, many others, who did not know about your strength were also laughing.
-The pout on your face was noticeable as your hands came to your hips as the fight quickly began.
-Those who were laughing were quickly wide-eyed, gawking in shock as you easily man-handled your opponent, making it look easy!
-Those who knew your power, like Hercules, Ares, Raiden, Adam, and many more, were roaring with laughter instead, finding it hysterical.
-Lu Bu- Grinned widely, watching you handle yourself so easily, laughing alongside the other human warriors and gods who knew, holding his gut. He adored your strength, that’s what drew him to you initially, but your kindness and gentle heart is what snatched his heart out from under him. You punched your opponent hard, sending him flying and Lu Bu was pretty sure he was going to die from laughing, finding it hysterical.
-Kojiro- A look of fondness was on his face as he was surrounded by your laughing friends, who also knew of your skills. He couldn’t help but smile, whispering to himself, “That’s my girl.” Like you had supersonic hearing, you turned, grinning up at him after you German Suplexed your opponent, cracking the ground below him. Raiden clapped a hand down on his shoulder, “How do you handle Y/N?” Kojiro just laughed warmly, “She’s gentle and sweet with me, she only gets like this when someone upsets her.” Your friends knew this was true, continuing to enjoy the fight.
-Thor- Couldn’t help but grin, watching you clean house, your opponent had no chance and Thor knew, the moment that idiot god made fun of you, that you were going to win. Thor’s smile increased when you won, listening to the cheers and you found him, grinning brightly up at him to which he nodded, “That’s my Y/N.” he was so lucky he had you. Loki rolled his eyes, “Ugh~ you two are too stinking cute together. It’s sickening!” Thor put his whole hand on Loki’s face, pushing him away, trying to hide that he wasn’t smiling.
-Loki- Was cheering for you the whole fight, even if it was very one-sided, laughing loudly, holding his gut as he floated around Odin and Thor, who rolled their eyes at his antics, but they did find it amusing on how strong you actually were. Loki had a stupid love struck look on his face, holding his chin in both hands, laying on his belly, his feet up at the knees, kicking, “Ahh~ Y/N, you’re so beautiful when you’re kicking ass~ and all mine~” Odin and Thor couldn’t help but roll their eyes again, but if you kept him under control, they would deal with it.
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Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop
Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
no powers au | first meets
*****
Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.
”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”
“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”
“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”
“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”
“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.
“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”
Steve cracked a smile.
“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”
“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.
“So that means I’m off security duty?”
“You wish.”
Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.
“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”
Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).
The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.
Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.
A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.
Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.
He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.
Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.
He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.
He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.
He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.
Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.
“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”
Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.
However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.
Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.
(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.
Great plan, right?)
On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.
On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.
On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.
During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam’s younger nephew, over.
“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”
“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”
Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”
“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.
You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.
However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.
On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.
On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.
Damn Starks and their egos.
In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”
Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”
Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”
“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”
“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”
Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.
Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.
He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.
However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.
It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.
“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.
“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.
“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”
“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.
“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”
Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.
“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”
“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”
“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.
“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.
Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”
“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.
As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.
Where the hell did all this sweat come from?
Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-
“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”
Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”
“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”
“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”
You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”
“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”
“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”
“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”
“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”
“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”
You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”
“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.
Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?
He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.
“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.
Not as adorable as you, thou-
Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.
Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”
Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.
“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.
“Says you.” Bucky snorted.
“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”
Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”
“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.
“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”
“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”
“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.
After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.
“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.
“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”
“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”
“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.
Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.
The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.
Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.
“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”
“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”
Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”
“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”
“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”
You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.
And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.
You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.
“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.
“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.
“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”
And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.
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This is a kinda weird request
Can you do any sdra2 character react male reader who is the ultimate baker and poison maker
In chapter 3, Kanade decided to frame male reader by putting a poison that he know
When Sora reveal that male reader is the ultimate poison maker, he snaps just like Mikan
Male reader only make poison to use on bad people
I don't think it's weird! Dw
Also this is sorta like a general character reaction and not just a single person
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As the Ultimate Baker, you made sure everyone in the group had some delicious snacks/desserts to keep their energy up while exploring Utsuroshima! Because of your skills, you were permitted to wake up early and make pastries for breakfast in the ship's kitchen.
You were delighted to hear your classmates say the love your food more than Mikado's (although you don't try to discredit his cooking, as he makes pretty gourmet stuff).
Yuri was the only one adamant about accepting anything from you, bluntly asking if you "poisoned" the Russian dessert you tried replicating for him.
That lowkey freaked you out.....until you remembered that he hated men, so you calmed down and brushed off the remark.
However, your initial reaction didn't go unnoticed by Kanade, who wondered why you looked so scared in that moment..
But after some snooping around, she finds out that you carry vials of poison in your bag. And during Yuri's trial, you did have some extensive knowledge of sedatives---nearly enough to rival her own.
How curious.
After being given the third motive, Kanade sets her plan into motion and decides to frame you for the crime instead of Iroha.
She stole a vial out of your bag (replacing it with another glass that contained similarly-colored liquid), recognizing it as an extremely potent mixture that could paralyze someone instantly.
It's better than a stun gun, so she fills up a syringe with the poison and planted the empty glass in the kitchen trash.
The next morning, she executes her murder plot with her sister.
Her goal was to convince everyone that you're the monster who poisoned Setsuka and dismembered her body while she was still alive--not only giving her and Hibiki freedom, but also driving you insane and revealing your darker side.
Plus, with some of the students having witnessed her grab a muffin from you the morning of her death, the blame will no doubt be kept on you for a while.
During the trial, Kanade will "reveal" the empty glass "evidence" and smirk as you become nervous, denying the accusations that you laced Setsuka's food with poison.
But Sora wonders why the hell you'd even carry around poison--a possible murder weapon--this whole time, and could have very well killed everyone if you wanted to.
Cue Monocrow being like "hmm I never thought about a Blackened committing mass murder"
In anger, you blurt out that you'd never use poison to kill random people--only those who you believed were evil and deserved it.
But that just confirms it, Sora states.. you're a poison maker.
Monocrow also confesses that you have two talents officially recognized at Hope's Peak instead of one, which makes you hysterical as you didn't want anybody to find out this.
You can't explain how you could've messed with the gate records or moved Setsuka's remains to the ghost house, which opens up the "double-blackened" theory.
You keep insisting you're innocent, and eventually it holds up when the twins become the prime suspects and the truth is revealed by Sora in the end.
But from there on, everyone's become more and more wary of your food.
Although Iroha trusts you, wanting to keep the peace, so she still asks you for snacks.
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One thing I really hate about media discussions right now is like. The lack of basic memory or understanding.
I’m thinking specifically of how Danielle Valentine’s Delicate Condition (a book I liked just fine but did not find remarkable) and the American Horror Story season rather conveniently based on it are described as “a feminist update” on Rosemary’s Baby.
Look, we all know that Roman Polanski, director of the Rosemary’s Baby, is a monster. Unfortunately, monsters can be talented—and he wasn’t the only person working on that movie. (Ironically, John Cassavetes, a super talented filmmaker in his own right known for collaborations with wife Gena Rowland that at times made a commentary on the struggles of American women at the time, played Guy and dogged Polanski out during filming.)
Rosemary’s Baby is the feminist Rosemary’s Baby. Yes, the movie does not end in her favor. Yes, she is victimized—it’s a horror movie. But the horror, portrayed as Bad, is that Rosemary is not only raped and impregnated by Satan via a cult…. She is not listened to. Not by her husband, not by her doctors—including her non-Satanist doctor who sends her back into the clutches of the Satanists because he just thinks she’s hysterical.
And all of this begins well before Rosemary is crying cult. It starts when she’s simply talking about her pain and health issues during early pregnancy, something any regular woman did and can still experience. She is treated like a vessel from the start, but often in the same way that regular woman were and are treated as vessels for babies regardless of their own pain and health problems.
The only time Rosemary’s feelings are validated is when she’s with a group of female friends who tell her this is not normal, she’s being treated badly, and she needs help. These friends specifically talk to her without Guy, and he’s threatened by them. The catch is that shortly after this, Rosemary feels the baby move. And remember that she has been lied to about how the baby was conceived—though even with that lie, Guy told her he raped her while she was sleeping, and though she’s visibly disturbed, marital rape was legal and probably not uncommon at the time. This is a wanted pregnancy. She’s thrilled that the baby is alive and her symptoms go away, so she’s lulled (partly by the people around her, and partly by society at large) into a sense of comfort until later.
Everything bad that happens to Rosemary is portrayed as bad. She begins the movie as a perky woman who speaks her mind. She ends it as a traumatized waif who’s been relegated into motherhood due to pressure and a manipulation of her maternal instincts (hormones and again an emotionally vulnerable state). And she’s helping raise the antichrist, so like. That’s BAD. GLOBALLY.
Roman Polanski is not a feminist. He’s again, a monster. But his movie was not made in a vacuum (and was based on another person’s text) and it reflects a lot of feminist commentary of the moment, which isn’t surprising when you consider the circles that could have influenced it. I feel like, understandably, the movie is dismissed more today because Polanski directed it. However, if people did watch it, they’d realize that….. Rosemary’s Baby is the feminist Rosemary’s Baby.
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tng update time. last night we watched "datalore" together and this morning i caught "angel one" on my own
datalore: not terrible!! i felt really bad for data the entire time of course. kind of delighted to find out he is amnesiac-adjacent in this episode, at least as far as not knowing where he comes from or why. i've gotten used to thinking of him as friend-shaped but lore reminded me of just how creepy he actually does look because he was making the creepy faces
the planet and lab were cool though it was hilarious that one of the pieces was just an ass with the crotch faced away from us to protect data's modesty lol
i liked the bit about data having an off switch.it is ironically such a human vulnerability. we have those too! it's called head trauma.
ik what i said about picard not being a dick anymore but i noticed he IS still a dick sometimes and it's mostly to either wesley (valid) or data (may he DIE). i was glad data told him not to call lore "it" and that he APOLOGIZED. he should apologize to data more often
lore is literally just a data who is better at masking btw. like thats all it is. he thinks using contractions makes him allistic and he's like ha ha look at me i'm better than you meanwhile he has to use a little laser to remove his own facial tick and his special interest is murdering humans and good for him
one thing i HATED about this ep was once again wesley made a valid point and everyone told him to fuck off. meanwhile whenever hes fucking around they let him do whatever he wants. this is making me CRRRAZY. all this stuff about you would have listened to me if i was an adult!! i'll kill the little brat myself
however the episode was immediately rescued by the appearance of this meme:
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which sent me immediately into screaming hysterics because i was NOT expecting to see it in its original format here. i quite literally had to pause the episode and explain this meme to catherine with tears running down my face
angel one: not as bad as the skip/watch lists led me to believe (i didnt have to play it on 2x speed for example) but still pretty fucking terrible. oh what if WOMEN were in charge wouldnt that be WEIRD AND SCARY? meanwhile the women are wearing what pretends to be "no makeup" in 1987 and theyre super fucking hot
i thought that blonde chick was rthe one from tos's backdoor pilot and even looked it up but no she just moves her face the same way
riker's slut outfit really was something. he was such a good sport about it that i thought it was kind of mean of deanna and tasha to laugh at him but considering how women are treated on this show they deserve to actually. tasha especially.
absolutely bonkers that he tried to turn the head woman down and she slept with him anyway. close encounters of the space babes riker version??? quite literally the man said i'm not an object to be seduced and then he got seduced. wild
anyway, the morals of this were all over the place. they cant remove these people bc theyre not bound by the prime directive but they literally are interfering with this planet's system of laws etc...also the fact that like everyone is arguing for gender equality when the genders are reversed is all well and good when they live in a utopian society where genders are equal but we live and star trek was made in the real world where the genders are NOT equal so it just comes out sounding like but what about the meeeeen?? i mean. what about them?? sorry.
i. HATED. the b-plot of this episode. everyone's like oh no i wonder how this virus spreads! and then they allow worf to stay on the bridge while he does those dad sneezes. maybe this episode should have been before the other to explain data's sudden hyperfixation on learning to sneeze lol. like ik all infectious disease media hits different post pandemic but jesus christ we had more sense than that even BEFORE the pandemic
tonight we do 11001001, and then i'm doing the next FOUR on my own...rough.
#personal#tng lb#star trek blogging#ARE YOU PREPARED FOR THE KIND OF DEATH YOU'VE EARNED LITTLE MAN?
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NUMB - 02
Summary: It was hard to live on as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t lose her hands and one of her best friends in that accident. It didn’t help that her hands were everything she had and everything she was. Without them, she wasn’t sure she had any reason to breathe anymore.
Pairing: Y/N (fem) x Yoongi
Genre: Heavy angst and fluff
Warnings: deal with depression, suicidal thoughts, screaming, and difficult relationships.
~ 650 words
Note: Second update of the week! It will give us slightly more information about the characters, I hope you’ll like it!
“Fuck you!”
“(Y/N), please, hear me out-”
“You never listen to me, why the fuck should I listen to you, huh?” She was screaming and she hated it. To be honest, they both hated screaming, she knew it better than anyone else, and yet here she was. It was starting to be irritating, she hated it. She felt like each time they talked, she ended up screaming. She really tried not to, but it just always ended that way.
“We both know that’s not true, you’re just trying to find something to be angry about because you don’t know why you’re screaming right now.” Yoongi sounded defeated. Defeated and tired. And the worst part was that he probably was; (Y/N) knew it. He was the only one still working between the two of them so he had to work a bit more for them not to worry about money. He was growing more and more tired for that reason, and yet, she was still screaming. She hated herself for it. She knew that the last thing he needed was to come home to find his depressive and useless girlfriend screaming at him, but they always ended up arguing; it always set her off.
“You think I don’t know why I’m angry? It’s not because you don’t get it that I don’t know why I’m feeling that way!” Yoongi breathed in, trying to keep his voice low because he knew that screaming back wouldn’t help. It never did.
“Then why don’t you enlighten me? Explain so that I can help.”
“Forget it, I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.” He shut his eyes tightly as she slammed the door closed. He didn’t know if he would be sleeping in their bedroom tonight; it didn’t seem like he would as of now. Instead, he slouched on their sofa, exhaustion overtaking his stubbornness. However, his fatigue wasn’t just physical, he was mentally exhausted.
Things were hard. He had known they would be. When doctors had come to him, telling him that (Y/N) was out of danger 6 months ago, tears had rolled down his cheeks in relief. However, when they warned him that she would probably need a few months if not years before being able to use her hands again (they even mentioned the possibility of her hands being fully paralyzed), he knew their lives would drastically change. He had wondered: how would she accept that she might never be able to use her hands again? Yoongi couldn’t understand why fate had to torture her that way. Wasn’t losing her best friend, who also was her piano accompanist, in that car accident enough? Did she also have to lose everything? She might never play the violin again. The thought had broken him before it could break her own heart. How would she survive without her first love? Without her work instrument? Without that part of herself? The violin was her joy, her treasure, her moment of serenity. Not only did she lose a precious friend, but she also lost her hands to play in that accident. Her life had turned upside down. Grief, anger, dread. It had been quite violent when she had come back to consciousness. Back then, he had shuddered, unable to fathom what her life could become without her violin.
And he had been right to fear her reaction, considering how things were between them. Ever since the accident, she had gone from hysterical, to mute, to her current angered self. Yoongi didn’t know which version of her had been the easiest to deal with, though he’d like to think that he preferred to have her angry, than for her not to talk at all. It had definitely been the hardest. Those 4 months without hearing her voice had been hell for Yoongi.
Still, as he started dozing off, he wished that the accident had simply never happened.
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ive seen a take on frankenstein thats truely baffled me. it's connected with 'radfems' (depressed women who hate trans people), and it seems to stem from both a misunderstanding of the text and projection.
the following will discuss spoilers for Frankenstein <3
i've screenshotted the most recent item which game on my dash (however i have seen it elsewhere, such as john green's analysis of frankenstein):
I should first note that 'Sady Doyle' is Jude Doyle. He is a transmasucline person (he/they), but at time of writing went by the former name. Do I think this terf poster actually cares about this? No. The way this poster is using this to back their own radical feminist beliefs. I do disagree with Doyle's argument simply in the wording, and especially how this reading can lend itself to terf arguements.
One thing I believe this analysis misses is that Frankenstein is also about discovery, both in science and in exploration. The reason why Walton exists serves to underline this. This discovery is patriarchal, yes (this is why Walton writes to his sister, not a brother), but to simplify it to just a story about creation is doing a discredit to the narrative.
I also disagree with the statement that Victor imposed his will on the dead flesh. I find that Victor is a parallel, not a foil, to motherhood. It is more about the fear of both child (who they might turn out to be) and that of a parent (are you good enough for the child/can you handle it). Frankenstein is a worst case-scenario. Victor cannot handle it, not because he is a man and their is something inherit to the gender which renders them unable to be parents, but because he is young (as Shelly was), recently lost his mother, and was isolated from his family. I don't think Doyle is arguing this (as a father themselves with a husband), but that seems to be the interpretation this poster has from reading it (and others have drawn).
If Shelley was arguing that without mothers, children were lost - she might have made the monster into more of an animal like creature than human. But she didn't. She made sure to highlight his human qualities.
I'm not saying that this book is not feminist, especially considering who her mother was. The Monster does not inherently want a wife or mother, just company. With the cottagers it is then he is shown that wives bring joy and light. He begins to see as women as objects that bring happiness. It is not inherent to men, as radfems such as this poster suggested, it is a learned behavior that exists within the roots of our society. It takes Victor months to even begin to think of the brides own free-will. Elizabeth, who is the same age as Victor, does not get to go to college. She instead takes care of Ernest and William (and likely Alphonse). Elizabeth, depending on the version (whether a cousin or adopted sister) was raised to be Victor's wife. He is not happy with this, but patriarchal society has made this okay, and thus suppressed any misgivings he might have. Society has taught these men, the Monster and Victor, that they need and should want wives and that these wives should be subserviant and be the sole provider of joy. Radfems seem to believe that no, there must be something in Men's brains that make them hate women, which is simply not true (nor supported by Mary Shelley!)
Mary Wollstonecraft, mother of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, argued that women only seemed inferior to men because they lack proper education. I believe Shelley takes this further. Men are just as hysterical, needy, and idiotic as women can be. Because - guess what! We're all human. Who knew.
#frankenstein#frankenstein or the modern prometheus#i dont think this is the entirety of doyle's arguement ofc#but the way this passage is used demonstrates some interpretations i find just wrong.#None of victors traits are unique to men just patriarchal society#you could very easily swap his gender and have a similar enough story#but also please remember i am very stupid. and doyle is like. a brilliant writer and my critique is likely lacking in some areas#i was just angry at t*rfs <3
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okay chishiya, picture this: you are to enter an arena with all the people you know from the borderlands (the executives, the militants, hatter, kuina, arisu and usagi). You can pick three of them to defend you, but all the rest will try to kill you. You have no idea how the arena will be (so you don't know if there's going to be weapons, if it's going to be in a special setting, etc), and the people you choose to be on your side are obligated to protect you at all costs (they can't double cross you). Who are you picking as your teammates?
Well, this is interesting. I have to admire your optimism in proposing that there are three people here at the beach that would be willing to protect me. Although you say they have no choice, so I could have some fun with this.
If I picked Niragi, for instance. That would be hysterical. I can’t imagine watching him go out of his teeny, tiny little mind from the realization that he has to keep me alive. Watching him fight his way through a game with his sole purpose being keeping me safe. Oh, that is funny! He certainly would be more at home on the side that is trying to kill me. However, as funny and odd as this choice would be, if he is able to carry his gun, this would be an easy decision.
Usagi is another one that I normally would never trust to keep me alive. She just does not like me. I’m fairly sure my physical presence makes her feel ill. She will go out of her way to avoid passing me in the halls. She won’t, under any circumstances, stay alone with me in room. Again, I’m sure she would be happier on the side trying to kill me.
Hatter, Aguni, and Last Boss seem to be indifferent to me. Last Boss and I actually “talk” from time to time. If you can consider nodding one’s head, eye rolling, and shrugging to be a conversation. Also, on second thought, there have been two instances when I have thought Aguni was going to kill me and make it look like an accident. It might be best if I think about his position a minute longer.
Mira is an easy one. She can absolutely go to hell- or anywhere else she cares to- as long as it isn’t within 10 miles of me. I wouldn’t even walk into a game arena with her; it wouldn’t be safe for either of us. The times I have thought about shoving her down the staircase when I find her standing in front of me are too numerous to count. Which is to say nothing of the thoughts of my hands wrapping around her throat, crushing her windpipe. Mira Kano’s existence needs to be ignored if I’m going to make it through this without being executed for murdering a fellow executive.
Ann and I are friendly enough with each other; I like to think she would protect me. Kuina, or course, I know very well and trust implicitly and without question. Kuzuryu is another that I don’t know well, but from what I know of him, he’s not someone who does well with all of the carnage in this place. If it came down to the game of Kill Chishiya vs. Protect Chishiya, I think he would choose the less violent of the two.
Now, the question is, do I put people on my team that I know hate me? Would their energy be better served protecting me? If I put them on the other side, in a campaign against me, might their hatred of me fuel them to another level of strength which results in my demise?
My answers may surprise you, but after sorting this out and giving it further thought, this is how I would set the board-
Team Protect Chishiya: Kuina, Ann, Niragi (with his gun aimed at the other side).
Why put Niragi on my team? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
Team Kill Chishiya: Hatter (ineffective) , Aguni (Ineffective without his entire band of merry goons behind him), Last Boss (really? You’re going to question me on this?), Arisu (I’ve seen the boy catch bugs in his room and carry them outside because…well, I think you get my point), Usagi (a shockingly strong young woman who has chosen to follow the Bug Whisperer instead of forge her own path during the apparent end of the world), Kuzuryu (I sometimes think he wrote the song “Give Peace A Chance” and not John Lennon; ineffective).
Where is Mira in all of this, you might ask? On the ground, under me, with my knee in her sternum and my hands wrapped around her throat. Turning blue.
There you go, Anon. I’m guessing you- or any of my other readers (both of them)- might want to challenge some of my choices. Let me know if you have specific questions; I’ll be happy to explain it.
-SC.
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also inspired by penny parker’s ace attorney liveblog on here, I decided to do a character tier list! I’ll add to it once I start playing tgaa 2. some explanations under the cut
sholmes and iris
honestly I felt pretty unsure about the both of them when I first started the game. I like the few holmes stories I’ve read well enough and obviously have massive respect for their impact on literature and like the character fine but I’m not someone where “holmes is a character in this story!” is a selling point. and when sholmes was first introduced he was fun but his presence also felt kind of invasive. I also found the deduction scenes to be even slightly tedious at times honestly. but by god the way they portray him he just… wore me down lmao. by case 5 I found him fucking hysterical and was enjoying every minute he was on screen. and his relationship with iris gives him a surprising emotional core.
speaking of iris, I also felt hesitant at the whole “what if watson was actually a 10 year old girl” shtick and that brand of “child genius” character tends to annoy me most of the time. but fuck she’s just so immediately loveable. she still feels like a 10 year old despite being written to be a genius and is just truly so kind and sweet and she deserves the world. she’s so smart and curious about the world but she’s also still very naive and vulnerable in a lot of ways and it very literally makes me want to take a bullet for her. I think the idea that she writes the sholmes stories and they’re actually fictional retellings of her father’s diary entries is really cool too. it adds an extra layer that’s more than just “the holmes stories are real in this universe” which I enjoy
susato and van zieks
I’m hoping they’re both going to be in “would take a bullet for” category by the end of the next game but as it stands I feel like there’s a lot about the both of them that remains to be seen. like comparing them to maya and edgeworth at the end of aa1 and the journey we get to go on with those two characters, it feels like I barely know anything about susato and van zieks in comparison. and I am expecting to find out more, I mean… why does susato know about the hound of baskervilles is definitely playing on my mind and van zieks has his whole reaper thing going on as well as the “japan has betrayed me” thing he’s alluded to however of course none of these things have actually been explored yet and I feel a little emotionally distant from them as a result. susato and ryunosuke’s friendship is really sweet though if we get to see more of that I don’t think it’ll be long before she’s bumped up honestly. I also think van zieks is extremely cunty as you all know keep it up king.
ashley graydon
tbh I was so ready to say I just straight up hated this guy and put him in boo 🍅🍅 because he just… refused to take the L and people somehow kept siding with him without much logical reason to do so and it pissed me off… but they just had to make him interesting and throw in themes of the corrupting force of wealth and becoming the very thing you hate right at the very end. very dorian grey of him, just like his character design
taketsuchi auchi
the payne bit feels pretty played out at this point honestly and it feels considerably less charming whenever it’s coming from someone who isn’t actually my boy winston. so auchi just kinda annoys me
if anyone wants me to explain any of my other choices I’d be happy to!
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hi!! i was just wondering if i could request more yelena where yelena introduces her gf to natasha and her family and she’s uncharacteristically nervous so nat finds it amusing? thank you :)
a bit of minor surgery
summary: Yelena tries to keep you to herself but her family has other ideas word count: 1.7K notes: so this is a little different to what you asked for but i hope you still like it! for the sake of this, nat, yelena, alexei and melina are just one happy family
“But if we –"
Natasha holds up a hand and Yelena stops talking. “Do you hear that?”
It’s faint but there’s the sound of someone moving around on her apartment floor. Being the only person who lives on this floor and one of the few in this building is enough for this to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
Survival for them has always meant constant vigilance.
Both of their heads swivel towards the front door as the footsteps become louder, very clearly approaching her apartment.
Yelena doesn’t have to look to know Natasha is mirroring her, pulling out her gun and scanning every entry-way for possible intruders.
On edge, Yelena presses herself against the door, readying herself until she listens properly and realises the approaching footsteps sound familiar.
Somehow, she feels herself relax and become even more tense at the same time.
“Stop,” she says as Natasha moves towards the door as well, holding an arm out to stop her. “It’s okay. I know who it is.”
At her words Natasha relaxes, putting her gun away but she watches her face carefully as she does so.
The panic Yelena can feel building inside her must not be as well hidden as she thought because a slow grin spreads across her face as the sound of a gentle knock echoes through Yelena’s apartment.
“Is it..?”
“Yes,” Yelena replies curtly. “And no. You can’t meet them.”
Natasha gives her a wicked look, clicking her teeth together teasingly. “What? Scared I’ll…eat them?”
She snickers as Yelena reaches out and shoves her hard enough to knock the air out of her while also giving her a firm and clear: im going to kill you if you don't listen to me look as she goes to open the door.
Not that it's ever stopped Natasha before.
“Just stay there,” Yelena hisses and then wrenches the door open, finding you behind it with your hand still mid-air, prepared to knock a second time.
“Y/N!”
“Hi,” you say, looking a little startled but smiling at her none the less as you drop your hand.
Beside her and thankfully, just out of your view, Natasha, to her credit, is silent but Yelena can feel her gaze glued to her face and can especially feel the amusement radiating off her in waves.
She grits her teeth, forcing a smile. Your own fades a little as you take her in. “Is this a bad time?”
“No,” Yelena says quickly. Still out of sight, Natasha lets out a huff of laughter just quiet enough that she hopes she’s the only one that hears her.
“Not at all,” she adds, and since the door covers most of her body, it’s safe for her to reach out and pinch Natasha on the arm. Which is what she does. Hard. “Just --give me a second?”
Clearly still puzzled, you nod and Yelena closes the door, giving you a smile that she has a feeling looks more like a grimace.
Next she grabs Natasha by the arm and starts walking her forcibly towards the window. “Out.”
Natasha raises an eyebrow as she pulls them to an abrupt stop, looking at her then looking out the window. “You seriously want me to scale ten stories because you’re an idiot?”
As an answer, Yelena unlocks the latch and lets the window sweep open, giving her a pointed look that says: Yes. Obviously.
Natasha rolls her eyes but to Yelena’s relief, she slides out the window.
“неудачник,” is all she says in parting before she disappears, dropping down the stairwell and vanishing from sight completely.
The word lingers in the air after her: Loser.
Yelena scowls after her for a second before she rushes back to the door and opens it, letting out a sigh of relief when she sees you’re still there, standing in the same spot.
“Sorry,” she apologises, swinging the door open. “There was just a uh, complication....a spider. I caught it and put it outside. I know you hate them.”
As she speaks, you slowly raise one eyebrow at her. The other quickly follows and it's then that she notices the narrowed look in your eyes.
When you start speaking, your voice is low and scarily calm. “So it has nothing to do with the woman I just made eye contact with as she was climbing down your fire escape?”
Something Yelena is proud to say is that in her life there have been very few times she’s been at a loss for words.
This however is one of them.
She stares at you, blankly, knowing her panic must be showing on her face by the way your expression progressively becomes darker and darker as seconds pass and she fumbles frantically for something to say.
“I, uh, she is, she, uh –”
“—Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you.”
To her credit, Natasha has always been the stealthier of the two of them. Ignoring that fact, Yelena chooses to believe that her being distracted by you is why she doesn’t hear her coming back up the stairwell.
She also chooses to believe that she didn’t visibly jump at the sound of her voice and that the cough Natasha lets out is genuine and not covering up a laugh that says she’s going to mock her mercilessly for this entire thing later.
Of course, Yelena can’t fool herself but she tries anyway.
You look even more unimpressed as Natasha comes to a stop beside her and it clicks in Yelena’s head that you think her and Natasha – her and Natasha. She can’t even finish the thought.
As funny as it is, she doesn’t let herself laugh, knowing instinctively that it’s not a good idea. The flinty look in your eyes just confirms how much of a not good idea that is.
Just because you weren’t raised like her doesn’t mean that you couldn’t pack a punch; something she learned early on in your relationship when she’d accidentally snuck up on you once. She’d had a black eye for weeks after that.
“Natasha is my --” she isn’t sure how to say: ‘this is the woman I was trained to kill people with while we grew up being tortured and experimented on, remember I told you?’ In a way that won’t make you go running for the hills.
As she trails off, Natasha, sensing her panic, jumps in. Yelena knows that internally, she must be laughing hysterically though to her merit, she keeps it to herself. “I’m her… sister. Of sorts.”
You know about her past – all of what she was willing to repeat of it anyway – so comprehension quickly dawns on your face.
“Then why…?”
She watches as Natasha’s mouth twitches, sounding amused as she directly addresses you: “Well... my sister is an idiot. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
Yelena tenses as you give her a once over, raking your eyes over her consideringly, before you turn back to Natasha. “I may have noticed that. Yes.”
"Hey," Yelena protests, weakly. "That's not fair."
You give her a pointed look and she falls silent. Resigned to her fate, she lets out a sigh.
She can tell from the matching scheming looks brewing in both your own and Natasha’s eyes that this is only going to be the start of her own personal torment.
--
The one thing she really, really hates about her family is that they have this habit of showing up unannounced – you’d think that the whole being assassins and consequently, a little trigger happy as a result would make someone call ahead but no.
Never.
For this reason, it comes as no surprise when there’s the familiar three tap repetitive secret knock knock knock they had all come up with years ago on her front door early the following morning.
Silently, Yelena prays you don’t hear it and stay asleep as she drags herself out of bed and prepares herself for what she’s about to deal with.
Truthfully, she’s a little surprised that they’d had enough tact to wait until morning. She’d half expected them to be knocking her door down the second Natasha relayed last nights events to them.
Yanking the door open, she comes face-to-face with Alexei and Melina. Taking them both in and cataloguing mentally that they look alive and uninjured, she lets herself glare at both of them.
“Is something wrong?”
They both frown. “No?”
“Okay I’m closing the door then.”
She starts to swing it shut but it’s quickly caught as Alexei shoves a foot in between it and the doorframe, giving her a reproachful look.
“Is your –”
“Yes,” Yelena interrupts, scowling harder than before, if that was even possible. “Now, leave.”
The look on Alexei’s face shifts, now suddenly a little too much on the wrong side of sneaky. “Can we—”
“No.”
��But–"
“I don’t care. You can’t meet them,” she barks, probably too loudly, as she shoves him back out into the hallway. If she has to throw them bodily out of here, she will. It just would likely attract your attention, which is the opposite of what she wants. “They’re asleep.”
“We can wake them,” he suggests, unhelpfully.
Yelena glares at him harder. “No.”
It’s faint but all of a sudden, she can hear the sound of a door squeaking as it opens. Her bedroom door to be more exact. Your voice calling out to her quickly follows.
“Okay,” she says. “I’m closing the door now.”
“Hey, no wait –” Alexei starts to protest. Yelena closes the door firmly in their faces and is working on dead-bolting it just as you appear in her line of sight.
You blink at her blearily, wearing just one of her T-shirts and nothing else. Thank god she hadn’t let them in. “Who was that?”
“Neighbours,” Yelena lies. “Looking for their …cat.”
Still half asleep, you don’t think to question her and she sags against the door in relief as you venture into the kitchen in search of coffee.
To her relief, there are no subsequent persistent knocks or calls through the door and after a second, she can hear the quiet sound of footsteps and Alexei’s grumbling as they retreat.
Natasha is one thing – their parents or pseudo-parents or whatever they are – are another thing entirely. She’d save that one for another day.
Or never, preferably.
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