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So... Prime Season 3, huh?
I guess this is somewhere between an analyss and just general thoughts post. Probably too incoherent to actually be an analysis, but I just finished the season, and I'm going to talk about it.
So for this post? I want to talk about Nine.
Okay, so, yeah, Nine was FANTASTIC. His solo conversations with Sonic were brilliant, and so many of them hit so hard. His taunting of Sonic when Sonic first gets back to New Yoke is so good. Just. Wow.
"Don't you realise the power I have at my fingertips?" I love the delivery of this line. It isn't said as particularly menacing, as a typical villain line -- Nine sounds curious, really. Slightly irritated too, but he's not just raging, because all the time he's been convincing himself he hates Sonic, and that what they had really was just a lie. He wants to believe that so badly, because it justifies this, and what he'll have to do to Sonic.
We see things like Nine getting shocked, maybe even a bit upset, in episode 2 after noticing the citizens he's put in danger. His goal isn't to cause hurt, but he's just not above it. Despite it all, he trusts Sonic too. Trusts that Sonic will just keep everything safe, so he can do what he likes.
Later on, this even goes so far as he trusts that if lets the Shatterverse decay as far as it can go, Sonic will then come back to him, o save it, and give him up willingly. It's extreme, and it's villainous, but it's a gamble reliant on trut, and an understanding of Sonic's good character that isn't quite the same as just the 'You're like this because of guilt' type that he accuses Sonic of before this.
And oh. Oh. I cannot not talk about Nine and Sonic's conversation at the end of episode three...
SONIC: Ever wonder where we'd be if things had gone differently between us?
NINE: Not anymore.
SONIC: ...I do. All the time.
Nine: You had your chance.
Sonic: Right back at you, bud.
I really don't think just a transcript can do this scene justice, because the voice acting (aghghhhhh it's so good) and pauses in this exchange really give it life.
Despite what everyone says about Sonic, I think this scene really demonstrates that he does see Tails and Nine differently. He's clearly thinking of Tails when he asks about things going differently, because he knows a universe where things have gone differently, and Tails is his best friend, Tails his 'Always his wingman'. But it's more than that. He wants a universe where he and Nine are friends too. he says he's missed Tails so much, when he sees him again at the end. Nine can't just be a replacement Tils to him, but he still cares about Nine, because he knows the kind of person Nine could be.
He cared first because of Tails, and now because he believes in Nine. throghout the season, he always does. Even when he ahs to fight him.
And augh, if that "Right back at you, bud" doesn't half hurt... He says it so bitterly.. He admits here, that he wasn't all in the wrong for what happened. He has Nine telling him that he was cruel to him, that he used him, and he has everyone else telling him he was a fool to ever trust Nine, but he wasn't. He didn't listen, and that's what he later apologises for, but he wans't a fool for believeing in someone like Nine, and Nine just as much didn't listen to him. They never talked.
Nine had his chance to explain to Sonic what he really wanted. He didn't take it. this is on both of them.
Seeing Nine get all mad scientist at the slightest thing going wrong was fun, though, on a different note. I think Nine has always really worked because he's just kind of eerie. So much more jaded than Tails, so he often feels just sort of... off. So them leaning into Nine being kind of creepy like that was fun. Whilst still feeling a very Tails-y direction to tke villainy.
Alright, light note over. Sonic himself? Also fantastic.
Nine is right about his guilt, but he's wrong to call it Sonic's only motivation. He wants to save his friends because he cares about them, not just becaus ehe destroyed them accidentally before. But Nine has never felt like he's had anyone to look out for him like that before, so he doesn't get that. But Sonic sees Nine that same way. It's why Nine doesn't believe him when he tells him that. And it's why Nine is so eager to believe Sonic betrayed him, and is a bad guy, because he wants to reduce Sonic down to a guy that's just all about himself because that's easier to picture as the bad guy, easier to picture as the kind of bully he's always been dealing with.
But Sonic isn't that. Sonic is ready all season to die to save the Shatterspace, and that isn't just because of guilt. That isn't just because Shadow beat him around a bit and told him this was his fault. This isn't because he's seen the chaos that he's caused the alternate-universe versions of his friends. And isn't just because Nine told him that, once again, he hadn't listened.
No, Sonic can't fathom him having hurt his friends, and yes, he'd do anything to not do it again, but... He'd have done that before, right? His flaw was that he didn't listen to his friends, and that he didn't rely on them, not that he was ready to leave them behind, or that he wouldn't have given his life for them before. He was careless, but he always had a big heart.
Nine keeps calling him predictable, but he never predicted Sonic's biggest motivation, because he never wanted to consider what it was, because that would mean Sonic actually cared about him, and he would have to care if taking Sonic's energy killed him.
It hurts Nine to do that, in the end. It hurts him to have to potentially kill the only guy who ever did listen to him, and speak up for him. But he does it because, like always, in the end he does believe in Sonic.
Their hug at the end is very sweet. Sonic listens to Nine, and Nine admits that he can care, and does care, to Sonic.
Nine will never be, and would never have ever been, Sonic's best wingman, not like the Green Hill tails, but he could be Sonic's friend, and a very different kind of Right-hand Man.
If the ending was a tease for a season 4, I definitely hope we get a Sonic and Nine reunion in it!
#sonic prime#sonic prime spoilers#prime spoilers#sonic prime season 3 spoilers#sonic the hedgehog#tails nine#analysis#long post#whiskers rambles#I still have more to say about the season. so uh. Onto a new post!
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Several Sentences Sunday
Fanonwriter2023 on AO3
Where CANON and FANON collide!
This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Chapter 19 will be posted soon; hopefully tomorrow.
Currently 18 chapters completed: 673.4K Words Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
[Previous snippet from WIP Wednesday]
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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 19 because there are only 21 days left until Buck and Eddie get married.
For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 18, here's a brief overview: Since Eddie had to work a 4/10 from Monday through Thursday, Buck and Chris went to the Diaz family's Thanksgiving celebration without him. After Helena was rude to Buck the Sunday before the holiday, he was completely nervous about the way everyone else would treat him too and he hoped he wouldn't end up standing in the backyard alone but Eddie reassured him the Diazes would love him. Also, Eddie, Buck, Adriana, Antonio and Sophia had a meeting with Helena the day after Thanksgiving and the proverbial $hit hit the fan.
Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner and now to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa but they didn't tell them everything. No one knows they're getting married in three weeks, not even Chris because they haven't told him yet.
Have they revealed their relationship, engagement and European vacation to everyone or is there someone else who'll find out in Chapter 19? 👀
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Here's another snippet from Chapter 19 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy while they're lying in bed.
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Eddie says, “You know I’m right here by your side and I’ll support whatever decision you make.”
“I know and you know I’ll do the same for you.”
“I do know.” He emphatically admits. With their faces only millimeters apart, he asks, “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“You have but uh… I always love to hear you say it and I’ll never get tired of hearing those words come from your lips.”
“Ti amo cosi tanto.” [“I love you so much.”]
“Ti amo con tutto il cuore! " [“I love you with all of my heart.”] Buck replies then he leans in and French kisses his fiancé.
They get lost in it and as they gasp and moan into it, Eddie begins to roll his tongue and Buck feels like he’s entered a realm of pure unadulterated ecstasy.
He rolls onto his back and gently maneuvers Eddie so that he’s on top of him. Every part of him wants to feel Eddie and he longs for the next 19 days to pass quickly because they’re getting married and on the night of December 17th, their emotional, physical and romantic intimacies are going to collide and it’ll be spectacular.
He breaks the kiss, moves his head to the side so their cheeks are pressed together and whispers, “Fai l’amore con me!” into his ear.
Eddie leans back so he can meet Buck’s eyes, he furrows his eyebrows and says, “My love… I’m still waiting for you to tell me what…” He trails off because the alarm sounds and it interrupts them.
He thinks the timing of the alarm sounding sucks since they are in the middle of making out and he’s trying to find out what the new Italian phrase Buck said means in English.
Instead of translating it, Buck kisses his neck then lays his head back onto the pillow and gazes into his eyes. He lifts his hand and cups Eddie’s cheek then replies, “I promise I’ll tell you what it means after we get to Rome and we’re back at the villa”.
“I love you.”
“I love you too… so much.”
Since the alarm is still sounding, Eddie silences it but he leans in and kisses Buck one more time because he can. After they break it, he says, “19 more days”.
“Yep, only 19 more days.”
Will Eddie find out what "Fai l’amore con me!” means in English before they leave for Rome? 🤷🏽♀️
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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.
Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.
Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.
Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?
Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.
Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.
Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.
Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.
Chapter 19 - Will be posted soon.
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Read chapters 1-18 are available on AO3.
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Chapter 19 will be posted soon. My goal is to post it tomorrow. I'm currently proofreading and editing it.
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#christopher diaz#the buckley diaz family#buckley diaz family#The Diaz Family#buddie fanfic#ao3 fanfic#911 fanfic#911 abc#911 on abc#911 season 7 speculation#Fanonwriter2023 on AO3#Hiatus Reading#“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”#Chapter 19 will be posted soon.
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What Did I Do In 2022?
Game Translations That Aren't YTTD: 1. Okay, maybe 1.5.
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First of all, while I didn't add it until later in the year (not entirely unmotivated by the Stability of Platforms), my site now has an RSS feed for notable updates of any kind! I mention this upfront because I'm mostly just going over the things that are already listed there. It currently retroactively covers everything back to 2020, but I might add more past stuff over time so it can better serve as a general "everything I've ever done" page.
In February, I translated Kenshi Yonezu's POP SONG (and an interview). Noel The Mortal Fate Seasons 1-7 also got a revamped version on consoles (Switch, PS4); the console versions include a new Season 3.5 translated entirely by me, and the rest of the seasons have a revised script which is more thoroughly edited by me than even the redone Steam translation was.
In March, the update adding Kai to Your Time To Shine came out. Yes, he is Kai.
In April, I finally finished up my unofficial Japanese translation patch for Petal Crash. たのしいね、クラッシュ！ It actually just got some extra attention after the Petal Crash run for RTA In Japan about two days ago, which is kind of wild. Is this what it's like to be famous...? (clueless)
In May, I translated Kenshi Yonezu's Shin Ultraman theme song M87 (interview, interview), and the coupling song from the single, ETA. And there was an article about the 10th anniversary of his debut!
Also in May, the Ib remake came out on Steam in English! Told you they'd contact me. It was later announced to be coming to Switch, scheduled for March 2023.
In August, Your Turn To Die was announced to be coming to Steam. It's planned for early 2023, but to be clear, it'll release first in Early Access still with no final part, though with some exclusive mini-episodes and character profile sheets. Apparently once that's out, the actual completion is estimated for 6 to 12 months later... but, you know. Estimates are hard.
In September, I put together a guide for and officially "released" my Custom Translation Engine plugin for RPG Maker MV, the one I made for the Ib remake, and back-implemented into Your Turn To Die shortly after I was contacted about it coming to Steam. It's fancy (in-game language switching!), convenient (minimal direct editing of code!), and you can use it for your own translation projects if you want!
In October... well, I didn't do anything new for it, but I'll take credit for The Witch's House MV coming to consoles. (Switch, PS4, Xbox) I also translated everyone's favorite Chainsaw Man opening KICK BACK, associated interviews, and the single's coupling song Y'all Should Be Ashamed.
Finally, in December, after lots of spending my time elsewhere and indecision about how I should go about returning to doing some dang free game translations, I concluded that what I'd really wanted to do all year was translate Uri's PEDESTAL.
I think some people latched onto specific parts of Uri's original explanation for why it wasn't being translated, such as the cultural aspects (I honestly winced at her blunt remark that the story was "no good at all"), but while Uri indeed had those doubts at the time of release, the only real reason it wasn't translated at the time is that I did a less-than-ideal rushed playthrough that slightly hurt my overall impression of its quality, and I felt too busy at the time to work on something with lots of text that was likely to be divisive. So similarly, me finally feeling up to it was the reason it did get translated. I probably should've come back to it quite a bit sooner (after I was made to give up a certain other translation, say), but as I alluded to in last year's post, I was self-conscious about "my big return to free game translations" being something that might not have wide appeal. Uh, glad to be past that, hopefully.
Oh, and ever since finishing PEDESTAL, I've been working on all sorts of overhauls to my site, but like... not the kind that actually majorly changes any part of the visible design and annoys people (and if something did change in an annoying way, it's probably accidental). Some of it's just better consideration of mobile browsing (stuff like images or tables sticking out of bounds at mobile resolutions), or making things more convenient for myself behind the scenes (did you know I made a program to add "br"s to every line of all lyrics content before considering I could just have the page code do that, and also better?).
Some more major observable changes include general renovations to the lyrics page (bigger font size, buttons that hide individual languages to aid in side-by-side comparison), and more convenient navigation of OSTER's tweets, such that I could actually imagine someone reading through them all the way from the start without it being too much of a hassle.
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While I'm glad to be over the PEDESTAL hump, I don't... necessarily have any definite plans for upcoming free game translations. I mostly just have some stuff on a list that I may have to make myself check out soon enough. Also, Game Atsumaru (which you may know as The Site That Hosts YTTD's Japanese Version) is ending in June??? So uh, might have to accelerate checking out stuff on there, though I guess it depends on how many creators are able to migrate. (Nankidai does plan to put YTTD's Japanese browser version up somewhere else.)
As I mentioned, Your Turn To Die's Early Access release on Steam should be coming up early next year with those mini-episodes and character profiles, and the game might be completed within the year. No promises. I mean, I don't have anything to promise, it's not my game.
Speaking of my game... also no promises. But I'd really like to release one. We'll see what happens. There's also a different kind of original project I recently returned to trying to make real, which could come early in the year, but who knows. As should be apparent, I'm working on a lot of different fronts here, so I frequently feel bad about neglecting such-and-such type of creative work, which sometimes means nothing actually gets done and released. Ultimately, though, it's probably better to follow what I most feel like doing, rather than force focus on one thing and end up not actually getting much done.
Which is to say: hoping to finish something in the new year!
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large black coffee - 10
You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1800 words)
author’s note: part 10!! we have reached the end of ARC 2 of this series! more info will be available for the next parts in my reblog of this post. in this one, you start to wonder a little bit about your relationship with matt and the future steps you plan to take. this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!
fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns
warnings: some strong language, a scene with food/eating, brief descriptions of injuries
read part 9 here | start at the beginning | series masterlist | request guidelines
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It takes a little time, but eventually, all of the bruises decorating Matt’s skin fade away completely, though your worries never do. Still, you do your best to move on from it, settling back into the comfortable pattern of your relationship. It doesn’t feel as shiny or new anymore now that you’ve been together for a couple of months, but that might be your favorite part about it—you have someone to fall back on, just as Matt can fall back on you.
Today at work, though, you find that you aren’t able to think about him much.
Jacob is out because his grandma is sick, meaning you’re on your own for most of the afternoon shift. Eliza stays for an extra hour, but you force her to leave after a little while, knowing she has a class that she can’t miss, so you put your head down and try to get through the rest of the workday as best you can.
But by the time four o’clock rolls around, you’re beat, skin sticky from making so many drinks and bones heavy with exhaustion. The moment you flip the sign in the window to “closed”, you collapse in the back room, giving yourself a moment to recover before you have to clean up.
It’s a good thing the afternoon crowd isn’t nearly as bad as the morning rush. If Eliza had been out today too, you would’ve had to close shop for the entire day, and at this point, you can’t really afford to do that.
You’re busy wiping the tables down when your phone starts buzzing. You sigh and fish it out of your pocket and put it on speaker so you can continue working. “Hello?”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Matt says, and you pause. “Are you still at work?”
“Uh, yeah,” you say, wiping your forehead with your sleeve. “Just cleaning up. Why?”
“It’s almost five,” Matt says. “You want me to bring you food?”
“God, you’re a lifesaver,” you say, resisting the urge to drop your head onto the still-sticky table. “Yes, please.”
“Any preference?”
“Whatever’s easiest for you,” you say.
“I’ll try to be over in twenty minutes,” Matt says. He must already be off work if he’ll be here that soon. “See you soon.”
“Bye,” you say, and you let him end the call.
Sure enough, Matt shows up at the door twenty minutes later with a large bag of takeout in one hand and his cane in the other. You hurry over to let him in.
“Hi,” you say, kissing him as soon as the door is locked. “Thank you so, so much.”
“Of course,” Matt says, letting you direct them to a table in the back of the cafe. “I brought Chinese, if that’s all right.”
“That’s more than all right,” you say. “You want anything to drink? I got these new lemonades and they’re to die for.”
“That sounds great,” Matt says easily, and you head over to the fridge to retrieve a couple of bottles. “It’s a little late to have caffeine anyways.”
“Yeah, when was the last time you had something to drink that wasn’t coffee or alcohol?” you ask, joking, even as you pull out a couple of bottled waters too.
“Ha, ha,” Matt drawls. You snort. “I drink more than enough of my daily recommended water intake.”
“The bare minimum, Murdock,” you say, settling down across from him. You open up one of the takeout boxes and find chow mein and crab rangoons. “You’re incredible.”
“Just wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, a little sheepishly, and you smile. “Why are you here so late anyways?”
“Ah, Jacob couldn’t be here today,” you say, helping yourself to one of the rangoons. “Eliza stayed an extra hour to help out, but I was on my own for most of the afternoon. I had a little extra cleaning up to do.”
Matt lifts his head. He’s not wearing his glasses right now, so you can see exactly the level of concern written clearly across his face. “You worked by yourself?”
You nod, nibbling the rangoon. “It was fine.”
“Well, no,” Matt says simply.
You sigh. “Matthew—”
“You shouldn’t be working here by yourself,” he says. “That’s too much for one person—you should hire someone else.”
You sigh again. “Matt, it’s fine. I managed. I got every order right.”
“Bare minimum,” he shoots back, and you huff.
“Don’t turn my words against me,” you say. “Fucking lawyers.”
His grin is fleeting and a little hollow. “Honey, you shouldn’t wear yourself out like that. Even if you just hire someone to keep on reserve in case something like this happens again—what if you get sick and Eliza and Jacob are left on their own?”
He has a point, obviously, but you don’t want to budge. “I can figure that out later. Can you drop it, please?”
For a moment, neither of you speak, and you take the chance to finally eat your rangoon. It tastes incredible, obviously, which means it came from one place only.
“This restaurant is twenty minutes away from here,” you say, frowning. “You were already there when you called?”
He shrugs, piling more beef onto his plate. “I was going to get some anyway. Figured I’d call and ask if you wanted some too.”
“Well, that’s very kind of you, Mr. Murdock,” you say, reaching for his hand and squeezing. Your fingertips brush over scabs. Back at the gym, then. Your heart aches for him. “Has everything been okay lately?”
“Uh, yeah,” he says. “Everything’s fine. Why?”
You almost believe him for a second, and you think you would, if not for the way he’s holding himself so incredibly still. Like he’s trying to convince you that everything is actually okay. Your heart beats a little quicker.
Stop being paranoid, you tell yourself sternly. He’s fine. Everything is fine.
“No reason,” you say. “You guys have just been swamped at work lately.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” he groans, bringing a hand up and rubbing his forehead. He pushes his hair out of his face, the soft brown tufts looking extra feathery. You resist the urge to smooth them down.
“Please tell me you’re getting enough sleep,” you say.
“I get a solid five hours a night,” he says. “If I’m lucky.”
You sigh, dig the heels of your hands into your eyes. “Matt.”
“Listen,” he says, pulling your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at him. “Compromise: at some point, we are both going to take a few days off, and we will rest and watch movies and eat as much takeout as we can stomach. I’ll finish these cases, you hire a few more people. And then we can take a break together. Deal?”
You can’t take your eyes off of him. With him not wearing his glasses, you can see the raw sincerity on his face, the affection he has for you.
“Thought you said you didn’t go to the movies,” you joked, hoping the emotion in your voice doesn’t show too much.
“Movies at home have audio descriptions,” he says.
You laugh, shifting your chair closer to his so you can rest your head on his shoulder. His arm goes around yours. “You’re too good to me.”
“Objection,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You smile.
Ten minutes later, the takeout is cleaned up, and you’re getting ready to lock up the cafe. Matt waits for you by the door and holds his arm out to you as you step outside together.
“I’ll walk you home,” he says.
“No, it’s fine,” you say, squeezing his arm. “Get back to work. I’ll call you when you get off, okay?”
His smile is fleeting, but soft. “Get home safe.”
You pull him in for a kiss, and he places his hands on your jaw to deepen it. He tastes like lemonade.
You wonder, briefly, if you might be in love with him.
Calm down, you tell yourself as you separate and part ways. You watch him go for a few moments, your hand pressed to your mouth, your heart racing. We haven’t been dating long. Give it a little more time.
But maybe. Maybe.
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Once you get home, you decide to take Matt’s advice and look into possibly hiring more people. You shoot a text to Eliza and Jacob: I might hire a couple more people. Thoughts?
From Jacob: Yeah that would be great!!!
From Eliza: cool! any ideas abt who?
I’ll put a listing online, you send back, and you make a note to yourself to talk about the listing with Eliza and Jacob at work tomorrow.
You could do with a break.
Once you’re showered and changed into comfortable clothes, you find that you don’t really have anything else planned for the evening, so you decide to turn on a show and indulge in the pints of your favorite ice cream that you’ve had sitting in your freezer, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Once you decide on something to watch—The Queen’s Gambit, Jacob’s recommendation—you settle on the couch with the ice cream and get ready to watch.
You’re halfway through the third episode when something knocks into your window.
The ice cream spoon flies out of your hand and clatters onto the floor, a glob of ice cream landing next to the leg of the coffee table. You sit up, eyes on the curtain-covered window, your breath catching in your throat. You have half a mind to go to the kitchen and get a knife, but the knock on your window sounds again—louder, more frantic this time.
“Hello?” your visitor asks. Their voice might be muffled by the glass, but you’d recognize it in your sleep. It’s been engraved into your memory, after all.
Shit, fuck, fuck shit fuck. You shut off the TV, scramble up off the couch, and rush to the window, yanking the curtains aside. You gasp.
Daredevil is on the other side of the glass. He still has his mask on, and what little exposed skin he has is streaked with blood and mottled with bruises. He’s holding his side—stabbed or shot, probably—and it looks like he’s doing everything he can not to pass out on your fire escape.
You hurry to open the window. You don’t have time to think. You’re grabbing hold of his arm, the contact with his suit burning your skin, and helping him into your apartment. With one hand, you hold him up, and you close the window and curtains with the other. You’d rather not have neighbors asking you why you have Daredevil in your apartment in the middle of the night.
“What happened?” you demand as he pushes away from you, hand still pressed to his side. “Why are you here?”
“I need—” He breaks off, choking out a cough. “I need your help.”
Before you can ask again, his body goes limp, and all you can do is watch as he collapses on your floor.
part 11
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this is so specific, but like when i was younger, i was a huggge fan of therealgonzoldyck’s fic black butterfly (which i found reuploaded on wattpad when i was like 13/14 lol), and like i knew of the plagiarism (since the person who reuploaded it, mentioned it), but i just couldn’t figure out how tumblr works.
i haven’t thought about it in years, but i’ve been thinking about it again, and i truly just need all the tea on that situation 😭 just for some childhood closure onto what happened. and i saw you in the search bar talking about how you were there for it. so i would love to know all your thoughts about the matter :)
obviously this isn’t meant to gossip or anything, since i’m aware it was in like 2015, so i assume therealgonzoldyck has learned their lesson and changed. i’m just really curious, and into fandom history lol. if this is too invasive or something, you definitely don’t have to answer it! :) ty if you even read it though. i’m just really nosey, lol!
omg
ATTENTION MY FELLOW PRESENT-IN-2015-HXH-TUMBLRITES, WUZZY'S SHIT MEMORY CALLS FOR AID
jfc i haven't thought about that fic in years. i uh. i have to admit that i personally didn't like it, iirc i think i thought the perspective/POV felt inconsistent and it kept throwing me off? basically i kept getting confused so i stopped reading it. But I really liked one specific oneshot they posted was a zombie apocalypse survival story that was mostly Killua sobbing in a bunker bc Gon was dead, so, idk what that says about me. Would love to know what fandom that one was originally for, if any.
unfortunately for this fandom lore gossip sesh, while i was technically around when all this went down, I was still only a peripheral lurker to the fandom in 2015 – and i'd just powered through the anime in May/June anyways – so i didn't actually have a front row seat for the whole therealgonzoldyck drama, as much as i love to reference it. (I love to reference it because the entire thing was buckwild and i NEED people to know that this happened)
What i DO remember is this:
(a) I read a different oneshot that made me go "[confused greyhound headtilt] Huh this sounds like it should be a Teen Wolf fic? Because Killua uses a specific ability that Scott McCall literally just got earlier this season?? but it's not a Teen Wolf AU???? i'm confused."
(b) eventually the plagiarism news trickled down to me in the form of a callout post (?) with screenshots showing that BB was originally an Inception fic or something.
(c) me, three months later when i remembered all this happened: "oh so that WAS a Teen Wolf fic all along!!!! AHA!!!!!"
anyways. @autumnxsunflower i feel like we've talked about this drama before or at least you'd be more likely to remember it than I am? feel free to chime in if you want to spill some tea as well (and anyone else who's got details)
#asks#Anonface#fandom wank#one of my simple pleasures in life is reminding ppl that this happened in fact#you'd be amazed how many folks out here from the 2015-16 era have forgotten about it!#but not me. not wuzzy. i'm gonna remember the therealgonzoldyck plagiarism scandal forever.#but obviously not the details about it. as we've seen. just remembering that it happened. bc it's funny :D#i lovingly but forcefully smack my ADHD brain like an old car in a cartoon. it jumps and smoke issues from the hood. i give you a hamburger
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M*A*S*H - Season 4, misc. notes
Burying a lot of um, my feelings, in the notes section, lately. I do have this thing sometimes with a TV show where we go through a change, and it’s like taking away the way something was lands a hammer blow on a whole mass of unexpressed feelings I’d built up about it, and finally shatters them into SOME WORDS. That post that’s like, being wine drunk is like, I am ready to write back now. I am ready to write back now.
Episode write-ups here, this here:
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10 points to whoever had the idea that Hawkeye would be fully clothed and sopping wet, literally standing there like a cat in the rain, at the moment he learns Trapper is gone.
Oh so he just said, Radar—kiss him for me. Oh my god Hawk I’d be fraying at the seams. WHAT’S BETTER, that there was something more between them, hidden in plain sight under the most unhinged cover of all time, Everyone Already Expects Us To Act Like This, or that there wasn’t yet, that this will be it, a swift peck from Radar on your cheek and something you'll wonder forever. Whew I don’t know!
Wait, this man’s name is literally BJ Hunnicutt? Wow. 10 points again.
BJ, mildly, being shot at: “I think I hate this.”
Me, mildly, heart warming: “You’re gonna be great.”
Uh oh. This relaysh is gonna be a different kind of….oh this is gonna fuck me up in new ways.
He’s in no way doing this on purpose, which I think is fascinating in itself actually, for what it seems to say about the environment of war and sort of like, what your heart might do to survive, but the barrage of impressions and sensations Hawkeye hits BJ with in his first few hours in Korea could practically not be better designed for BJ to go zero to 60 in an afternoon on feeling wildly intimate with him. To the point that when we revisit the scene of Frank being like I will mold him!, you’re just like oh honey, he is already lost to you!
Here is what BJ Hunnicutt encountered, in sequence, upon stepping foot onto Korea:
a kind of handsomely bedraggled lanky fellow doctor in frayed fatigues tossing off glib one-liners while still visibly smarting from having just had his best friend unceremoniously torn from his side
within ten minutes, he has bundled you into a bar and quipped he’ll only get married once someone gets him pregnant, drunk two scotch & waters, revealed he’s just lost his commander officer too, lied to a colonel, said he was a vampire, and stolen a jeep
you rattle off down the road with this little corporal behind the wheel
with no rehearsal or briefing, you perform an improv scene with him and the corporal in what you gather to be Act 2 of an ongoing short play called Befuddled the Military Police Sentry
you careen to a stop and try to save two farm girls from a minefield
you careen to a stop again, and change a tire together while being shot at
you careen to a stop a third time amid a small unit of soldiers, this time while being shelled
you practice battlefield medicine next to him for the first time in your life, get sick, and he steadies your waist and forehead as you heave into the dry grass
he bundles you off into a second bar, sits there like an unbothered anchor of blackened comic calm as a chaotic scuffle rolls around you, makes the existential toast, “Ours is not to question why, ours is not to let ‘em die,” and gets you absolutely clobbered on sake and beer
you fall back into the jeep together and he laughingly gathers you into his lap
you are In Love
this man has just been directly involved in 50 feelings you’ve never felt before, not all of them good!, but damn if they aren’t powerful
Ferret Face doesn’t stand a chance
They keep saying it’s 1952. Buddy, it was 1952 years ago.
How do they keep managing to find boyfriends taller than Alan Alda, 6 foot 2
Alright, a) of all I just said aloud to my computer “Give me…celeb heights dot com,” insane behavior, but can report that the wonderful obsessives of that online community cannot get over ragging him on his “loose” “slouchy” and “atrocious” posture, but do think Alda truly was 6’2” at his peak and just inexplicably surrounded by three different 6’3+’s over the run of M*A*S*H. Incredible. Meanwhile the corporals are all like, my dad’s size. What was going on over there.
Wait, REALLY?! His nickname is Radar because he has premonitions?? I thought it was just because of his crackerjack hearing with the choppers! WAIT SHIT I’m just realizing: HOW HE ALWAYS KNOW WHAT HIS COLONEL WANTS TO SAY. OH fuck oh fuck oh fuck I did not know this was all RELATED, oh thank you for this wow.
[Breathing out] Hooooo, Hawkeye & BJ’s relationship is so different… There’s both more need and more tentativeness there, from Hawk. Which fiiiiiguuures. And BJ, god BJ… So drawn to him and so careful. Recognizing something in the hanging air in their tent, this ghost whose bed he lies in, lying awake staring at the canvas ceiling and wondering if he did the same, if he listened to his sleeping breathing just like this. Haha dang, sorry sorry
No wait not done no wait no wait— Who has the old photos to show BJ. Pointing out Henry Blake in a group shot, and then going, "[Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy voice] Ah, here they are—the inseparables :),” and handing him one of Trapper & Hawkeye laughing in each other's arms.
Potter: “Whoa, at ease, son, at ease.”
Radar: “Thank you sir, maybe later.”
Hawkeye & BJ, tumbling in: “Colonel, about the sniping—”
Potter: “We’re doing all we can, I’m working at my desk and Radar is scared.”
Uhm I love him
Unclear chicken or the egg situation here but Larry Linville’s performance has become basically just a caricature of himself and I am suff-er-ing. Frank used to at least be kinda fun awful!
I simply cannot see a way how the directorial adage “never work with animals or children” is not related to how we just got two Alda directed episodes in a row, with: animals and children, respectively. Did he not know. Did they know he didn’t know. Or, is this him being like, I Will Prove…!
BEEJ. Beej?? Well let’s see if that sticks.
Father Mulcahy just having a genuine theology discussion about Judas with the man calling himself Jesus Christ, bless
One thing I think is intriguing is how much Sid clearly loves Hawkeye. His ideal patient. Hawkeye is so verbal and presentational that he’d come up with the most interesting ways to describe what’s wrong that Sid’s ever heard, and then he’ll get to try to help. Honestly, I look at Sidney Freedman and I think, there’s our off-ramp. Someday, you two are gonna have to have a talk.
“Ah, this mad gay nightlife.” Yeah..
Wait a second. BJ’s wife’s name is….Peg? sensible_chuckle.gif, 20 points
BJ just grinning at Radar in only the most slightly and cutely wolfish way and going “You could have been my wife :),” yell. Y’know the question was always there whether BJ was flirting with men just as a way to bond with Hawkeye, Flirts With Men, but he’s not even there to appreciate this, this is really just you being you, huh. Wonderful. We got another one.
(God okay—Hawkeye writing these weird letters to Trapper that he never responds to but he keeps sending them, just like a one-sided conversation, like after a triple shift in surgery and Trapper would be lying on his bed too exhausted to speak and Hawkeye lying next to him too exhausted to stop, and Trapper’s home with his wife & kids and reading these diaristic stream-of-conscious scrawls with these stray lines like “the thing about BJ—I think he’s one of us,” and feeling five kinds of strange & nervy, bouncing his leg with the worn postcard in the pocket that he wrote on the plane and hasn’t sent that just says, “Did Radar deliver my message”)
BJ’s dog is named Waggle Hunnicutt
Madly in love with the reveal that Klinger is canonically Lebanese. Yossarian energy doubling.
“Thank you Radar, that tomato juice was the oyster’s ice skates.” Excuse me Sherman
The sexual harassment…effervescent.
Oh now we’re speaking Arabic!!
Potter: “He even made Klinger cry.”
BJ: “The cad.”
Potter: “Told him his platform shoes made him look like a tramp.”
Everyone: [clicks disapprovingly]
Oho! Timeline klaxon! By episode 18 of season 4, Potter has been there “a few months.” Hawkeye has meanwhile been there “a hundred years.” Very good meta joke here.
Frank just called BJ a “dizzy simp.” Wow that kinda crushes actually.
I know why someone just honks outside, but I’ll show up on set for free to let you know that Hawkeye stumbles out of that farmhouse to see yes, Radar behind the wheel of a jeep, and gathering his bag out of the backseat: BJ. And then it just goes:
Hawkeye: “Well aren’t you a sight for sore head.”
BJ, moving toward his jaw gently: “Ah. You got yourself knocked up pretty good, huh.”
Hawkeye, toss at 25% usual strength: “And I’m pregnant??”
BJ, half-distractedly murmuring as he starts peering at his eyes: “Well, give us time.”
Hawkeye: [startled pleased dazey grin, quieting as BJ begins to carefully feel his fingers through his hair]
BJ: [saves that right temple for last]
Hawkeye: [it hurts]
But, BJ, smiling: “Good news: you aren’t half-cracked.”
Hawkeye: “Try telling that to them.”
And then we fini.
“Maybe Oedipus wrecked it for me” is A PUN SO GOOD
I can't even get into all the ‘Amok Time’ level cause & effect shenanigans in this episode
Alda and Farrell as these desperate pleading weaklings in Frank’s version of the Rashomom are killing me. I'm still giggling. “We can’t do it, Frank!”
BABYFACE. Wow I sure would like to see if that one sticks, Beej. Hah oh my god if I get to call them Beej & Babyface I’m gonna lose my mind.
I gotta say, I gotta say: spending more money on action and extras to track someone getting injured, treated at an aid station, loaded onto a chopper, and then brought into the MASH unit, was worth it. That hits.
Somehow just occurred to me Radar seeming so much younger and softer could be a direct result of his father figure being killed.
Wow this is a whole new key for you, Benjamin Franklin Pierce!
This new nurse: “What does BJ stand for?”
Hawkeye: “Praaactically anything.”
What’s fun is this is a joke about blow jobs and also his convictions. And also I STILL DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS BENJAMIN AND BENJAMIN.
I love her vocal fry. It’s so hot, I don't know!
Actually swear I had the thought recently, what if they ever did a sort of Demme close up? Would I die? Thanks for seeing me, M*A*S*H
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Optimism For The New Year
Avengers x teammate!reader but it focuses a little more on Clint.
Requested by @book-place
Warnings: swearing (I think that's it?)
"Be fucking optimistic." You wrote on a Post-It and tore it off, sticking it to the wall of your room. It was what the entire team had been trying to tell you, but when the grumpy and reserved Doctor Strange had too told you that, you knew you seriously had to change. And so you made it your New Year's resolution.
You sighed and threw yourself back onto your bed, turning over sideways to observe the sunrise through your window of the New Avengers Facility.
"Happy N-" You were saying to yourself when- "HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y/N!" Thor yelled as he burst into your bedroom. You jumped. "HOLY BEJEEZUS, THOR! YOU COULD'VE KNOCKED!"
Yea, yea. Being optimistic was your New Year's resolution, but Thor bursting into your room at dawn was an exception.
"Come on. Cheer up a little, Y/N!"
It's 5 AM, Thor. Get the fuck out of my room.
It took you all your mental strength to refrain yourself from saying that. Having nothing other than mean and pessimistic comments to say, you groaned, got up from bed and managed a slurred "Happy New Year, Thor," before leaving your room. You doubt that you could fall back asleep after Thor's 'wake up call'.
-2 hours later-
You checked your watch. 7:28 AM.
Most of the Avengers were now awake, but you knew Clint was an 'It's a holiday, let me get my well-deserved 11 hours of sleep' type of guy, but your desire to wake him up was stronger than your will to let him rest (It was a new year, and you didn't want Clint to sleep all the way through it). So, your made your way to Clint's bedroom and, unlike Thor, knocked on his door. You heard a groan come from inside the room, but the door remained closed.
Okay. Whatever.
You push open the door and seated yourself on Clint's bed. Clint was still fast asleep.
What should you do? God, it was so tempting.
Option 1: Slap him awake (best option in your opinion).
Option 2: Watch him sleep (Creepy but you liked observing your surroundings, hence why the Avengers gave you the nickname 'Sherlock')
Option 3: Gently wake him up (not so tempting)
Option 4: Leave
Inhale... Exhale...
You gently tapped Clint on the shoulder. "Happy New Year, Clint!" You said softly with a (forced-looking) smile on your face. Clint turned to face you, and upon seeing you smile, smiled back too. Smiling for you was rare. Even if it was a forced one. "Happy New Year, Y/N."
Because it was New Years, The Avengers all stayed in the facility to celebrate it as a family. Steve had forced all of you to share your New Year's resolutions with each other.
"I think I already know what Y/N's resolution is," Clint smirked at you. You rolled your eyes back at him. "Oh, you know nothing about me, Barton."
"Alright, I'll go first," Steve volunteered. "My resolution is to hopefully be a better leader to all of you this year."
"Oh, come on, Steve! You're already a great leader!" Bucky smiled.
"Eh, could do better," Tony, who was hogging up an entire sofa, stated baldly. Bucky shot him a glare. Seeing this, you snickered softly.
"Hey, Peter! What's your New Year's resolution?" You called out to Peter, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa opposite you. He looked up. "Oh- Uh... Mine is to be more... mature." He shot a side-glance at Tony.
You chuckled. "Don't worry, Peter. You're more mature than most people I know. Whoever told you that probably has shit observational skills."
Peter raised his eyesbrows in surprise and smiled. You sneaked a glance at Tony to discover that his face had turned a shade of crimson.
Soon, it was Clint's turn to share his resolution for the New Year. You and Natasha looked at Clint expectantly. "My New Year's resolution is to complete the 8 seasons of Brooklyn Nine-nine." Everyone turned to stare at him. "What?" Clint said, confused.
"Seriously?" Natasha said.
"Pfft, I completed that series last year!" Sam preened.
"You watch Brooklyn Nine-nine?" You asked, a little surprised.
"Still at season 1."
"Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. No doubt, no doubt, no doubt." You said, and Sam snorted.
"Hey, Y/N. What's your New Year's resolution?" Now it was Clint's turn to look at me apprehensively.
"Me? Oh, mine is to 'be fucking optimistic'."
"Oh, wow. Not exactly what I was thinking, but close enough."
"What exactly were you thinking, Clint?" You said with a sly smile on your face. Clint's face flushed pink, but he said nothing. Guess you'll never know.
At noon, all of you went to the shawarma joint nearby to have lunch. As you chewed on your shawarma, you looked around at the people surrounding you chatting together merrily. You smiled at the realisation that they were the best family you've ever had in a long, long time.
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Okay okay on the off chance no one else sent this - Faith Lehane for the character ask game
Favorite thing about them
As I implied in my Buffy post, Faith wasn't really one of my favorite characters when I originally watched Buffy. I certainly didn't dislike her, but I also just didn't find her very compelling. Sure, she represented Buffy's own repressed hedonism, a different path that Buffy could have gone down without her family and friends – she was a glimpse of a side of Buffy we didn’t really see in the first five seasons except in a handful of episodes – and that was kind of cool. But Faith in her own right just didn't feel that deep.
I think that's because, the first time I watched the show, I more or less fully brought into Faith's depiction of herself as cool and aloof and just … skipped obliviously over a lot of the subtext. She was Buffy's friend (albeit probably one of those Bad Influences I'd been warned about), and then she wanted to kill her, and that was all there was to it.
It was only during my rewatch that I realized: hang on, this is a girl who spends large parts of her life alone in her room reading comic books or watching old movies and tv shows on a tiny television, who tells wildly implausible stories about herself to impress total strangers, who lies unconvincingly about "big parties" she's been invited to, and who talks slightly wistfully about wishing she'd had friends in high school. Friends like Xander, no less. In other words, she was a loser. She wasn’t cool at all.
And I think that's really when the whole character finally clicked into focus for me, and she rapidly became one of my favorites, probably just after Buffy herself.
(I mean, she’s a loser with superpowers and serious anger management issues who seems to really enjoy stabbing and hitting things, so I wouldn’t dream of calling her a loser to her face. But that's what she is, all the same.)
Least favorite thing about them
There's not enough Faith in Season 7.
(I mean, there's more Faith than there was in the last two seasons, sure, but I think it would have made more sense for her to be involved in the story earlier than she is, given the specifics of the First's plans and the fact she's still, as far as we know, the only Slayer whose death would actually activate a Potential.)
It would also have been nice if Faith had appeared in Restless actually, taking Tara's place as the voice of the First Slayer (as I think was originally planned?). Of all the individual episodes between Who Are You? and the start of Season 7 I think that's the one where her absence is most obvious (and it doesn't really make much sense for Tara to be taking that role).
In-universe, the scattered hints we get about Faith's childhood in Boston sound utterly horrific, but I think it's impossible to know how much of what Faith says about that is meant to be true. (At least, I hope she’s making a lot of it up.)
Favorite line
A long one, but let's go with:
"I know what it's like. You think you matter, you think you're a part of something, and then you get dumped. It's like the whole world is moving and you're stuck. It's like those animals in the tar pits. It's like you just keep sinking a little deeper every day and no-one even sees. […] Nobody cares, nobody remembers, especially not Buffy, fabulous superhero.
Sooner or later, you're going to have to face it. She was over us a long time ago Joyce. Too busy climbing onto her new boytoy to give a single thought to the people that matter."
brOTP
Angel, eventually.
(Not when he's chaining her up and telling her how killing one person accidentally makes her just like a soulless monster who's never going to get over the taste for deliberate murder, but … you know. After that.)
Not exactly much competition for this one though. I mean, canonically, how many friends does Faith have?
OTP
Buffy Summers. Buffy Summers, Buffy Summers. Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.
(To directly quote another Faith line.)
nOTP
Uh. Pretty much any of the past relationships Faith talks about, assuming she isn't making them up entirely.
In the show itself, Faith hooking up with Robin Wood seems a bit … perfunctory, I guess. It definitely has something of the air of "this is the end of the last season, so we'd better pair off or kill all the minor characters" about it. I don't hate it, as such, but it's hard to see them lasting.
(It's hard to see any relationship that Faith has lasting long, really, including one with Buffy, until they both have a chance to work out some serious issues. But I guess this is what fanfic is for.)
Random headcanon
Choices aired on May 4th 1999, and Sanctuary aired on May 2nd 2000. In the first episode, the Mayor gifts Faith a knife. In the second, Faith begs Buffy to tell her what to do “to make things better”, then turns herself into the police for murder.
If you fudge the dates a little bit, I think it's possible to see the key events of both episodes taking place on the same day, a year apart. And then that day becomes a great contender for Faith's never-confirmed-in-canon birthday.
On one birthday, the closest thing she has to a father figure gives her what might be the first present she's ever received: the knife that ends up being used to put her in a coma (metaphorically, to kill her, since there’s no indication in the episode itself that she’s ever going to wake up). On the next birthday, she gives Buffy the gift she thinks that Buffy wants, this time accepting her (metaphorical) death and agreeing to go to jail.
I mean, okay, yes, fine, the Mayor claims not to have a special reason to give Faith a present. But I think that's perfectly consistent with what he'd do if he was getting her a stealth birthday present; she wouldn't accept it if she didn't think it came with strings attached.
Unpopular opinion
Once again I bask in the comforting glow of aggressively filtering out opinions I don't agree with before they can register in my long-term memory.
Uh. I guess I’d push back slightly against the idea I see sometimes that Faith’s attraction to Buffy is only a product of Eliza Dushku’s acting choices and that “the writers” as a monolithic block had no idea what they were doing. Yes, the acting is a huge part of it, but I mean … I’m pretty sure Doug Petrie knew.
Song I associate with them
"Twisted (Everyday Hurts)" by Skunk Anansie.
Favorite picture of them
"Um. Looked like that whole party thing was gonna be kind of a drag. I didn't really have anything … you know."
She looks so happy! She is trying her hardest! It is not going to end well!
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Long post about my One Piece thoughts so far
The tone of this post is imagine I am your "I'm pretty sure they are autistic" friend, telling you about this new (well the show itself is old it's just that my interest in it is new) show I have been very excited about, it's not like some serious analysis.
So recently (well like a month ago?) I started watching One Piece with my brother (who's been a OP fan for like over two years now, possibly more, time is an illusion) and I like it a lot more than I thought I would. Just to clarify I am still in like the middle of the Skypeia arc and there is a LOT of content before I can safely say One Piece is one of my three favourite anime media ever, but that doesn't mean I have a lot of thoughts about the content I have already consumed (and hey it IS a lot of content, 170 episodes? that's a lot). Would I recommend it? Yes if you have a seasoned fan to watch it with as a bonding experience, but also with some content warnings (racism mostly for some depictions of its characters). Because if you do it alone you might get bored if you are not FULLY sold. The first few arcs (while a lot of fun) can feel a bit slow. Also clarification, I do like the story but I might seem very critical of some aspects? Because it has some faults and it's my love for it that makes me more eager to point out the things that make me feel icky a bit. But it all comes from a place of love alright? Onto the thoughts.
Firstly about the entirety (so far) of One Piece, it is a show about pirates after all and surprisingly it gets pirating pretty well. It understands that being a criminal is not always a moral thing, but about what a government does not align with (which is not always evil). But it also understands that pirates were not exactly always pure hearted people that refused to fit into society's mold. Some of them were evil people that did evil things. Others were people forced into a life of "evil crime" as said society pushed them to the margins, in order to survive. Others became pirates to lead a life true to their authentic self, to be unconfined by societal expectations. What I am trying to say is that One Piece inherently as a story is pretty left leaning in its politics with a nuanced view of criminality and what it means. Obviously the pirate crew we follow is at the not morally reprehensible side of the pirate spectrum because well it is that type of story. The piracy the Strawhats represent is the one where you thrive outside the societal norms to achive your dreams as a crew of misfits (literally the queer found family dream). Moreover, while I would say it is pretty ACAB in its messaging (with the cops being the marines) it can humanise some of the cops BUT shows that they can't really "be good cops" because the system they operate within is inherently corrupt. Which is a view I don't see in lots of cop media? Along with those themes, every region visited by the strawhats deals with a different societal problem, like privatised health care, astroturfed rebellions, corporatism, you name it.
Uh for the next section content warning I include some images of racist depictions of black people yeah :)))
I would say the only faults I have with One Piece would be the use of *sighhhhh* racist features for some of its characters. Like I don't even wanna excuse it, don't give your poc characters those types of lips man. Example of such design (it's not an isolated incident):
I mean come on. You can say "well there are some white characters with lips like that" but I don't care I am very tired. I think it gets a bit better with some characters?? I can't remember anyone off the top of my head at the moment though. I was gonna say Mr 5 but i don't know, I don't know I don't know. Also Miss Monday.........
I am sorry but the first black woman you include in the story being like that I DON'T KNOW MANNNNN I DON'T KNOOOWWWW her voice might be super feminine and cute but I DON'T KNOW MAN THIS IS STILL A VERY BAD LOOK ON THE PERSON THAT DESIGNED IT. And more on miss Monday, she is with an antagonist group so she ended up fighting with one of the Strawhats (Zoro specifically) and let me tell you the way she was defeated made me SUPER uncomfortable. SURE One Piece includes more poc characters than most anime out there but... huuuge but, this comes at the cost of some of those depictions being super racist and this is like my BIGGEST gripe with the series genuinely. My other gripe (much less significant) is that, at least in the Alabasta arc, it does the whole benevolent monarch trope (even though especially after the Drum Island arc I was hoping that Vivi -benevolent daughter of benevolent monarch- would consider democracy as a good alternative) which- come on One Piece, you are so good at the whole anarchist perspective, you can do better,,, And last I would like to mention how ugliness is used to convey moral decay in characters, and that "ugliness" sometimes is pretty fatphobic anyways.
Let's move onto the Strawhats! (And the honorary ones)
Monkey D. Luffy: the man the myth the legend the captain
Happiness is stored within the rubber man
I thought I would find him annoying. I thought I would hate him. For I was a fool and ignorant, he is just a creacher. He is 100% rubber and 200% seretonin provider. I scrunkler if you will. My anarchist comrade. My anti establishment brother. He is a pretty simple character. He operates on a single thread and can think of one thing at a time, which is either eating, sleeping, adventure or beating the shit out of whoever insulted his friends. We love us some dumb men in this household (and One Piece has plenty). His personality is just magnetic which has attracted so many people to want to support him in his dream of becoming the King of Pirates and attaining the One Piece THE ONE PIECE IS REAAAAAL (CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER, SO HIIIIGH). And for good reason, he is very ride or die, and as a leader he seeks to uplift his teammates, not rule over them. Basically the exact opposite of authoritarian rule. He will listen to his crew, when he has the capacity to listen to them. Sometimes he won't listen because he is just a dumbass but it's not like he forces his crew to do things they don't want to. Though they usually end up having to comply lest he kills himself in the process of doing something stupid. But when push comes to shove he truly shines as a leader. He is a good kid y'know, there is not a drop of maliciousness within him. He is completely honest and tries to help those around him regardless of status, background, whatever, IF they ask for it. Which is what I really like about him, and biggest example of it that comes to my mind is in the Aarlong Park arc. Basically Nami (the crew's navigator) was in big trouble because of things in her past (I will get into more detail in her portion of the post). The rest of the crew followed her to Aarlong Park to get her back on the ship but she constantly refused their help as she thought she had everything in control. The entire crew knew that she was being duped and wanted to help her, but Luffy refused to do anything. However, despite Nami's insistence on their leaving the island altogether, Luffy refused, saying he will be staying until she comes with them BUT he won't interfere in her business unless she asks them to. Basically Luffy wants to help his friend because he cares about her BUT he also respects her wishes to stay out of it. He stays because he cares but he does nothing until she explicitly asks him for help (in SUCH AN EMOTIONALLY POWERFUL MOMENT GOD I LOVE AARLONG PARK ARC not because i am biased I swear) because *he respects her*. I cannot emphasize how important this was to me. How many shounen shows have the male protagonist just completely ignore how the female heroine feels and steps in to save the damsel in distress. Sure, at the end of the day Luffy saved Nami, but it is because she asked him to. The same way a friend would help a friend in need when asked. AND GODDDDDDDDDD that scene GOD that scene. That solidarity, that comradery. Luffy's piracy is existing outside the societal norms because you refuse to conform, to be able to live as your authentic self and fulfill your dreams. It uplifts those who ask for his help. And my goodness is it beautiful.
Also, his voice actress is so good, the little vocal quirks she adds to his acting are so fun, he is such a fun guy.
Roronoa Zoro: rizzmaster 1000 but god can he not escape the racism allegations
Men will literally go to the sea and duel to the death before they talk about their feelings
Introducing the Strawhats vice-captain and second in command, Zoro. Much like the captain he is a complete dumbass, a himbo, a woman respecter, total moron, agnostic dude who would fight God if needed, did I mention complete idiot? There are two things inside his thick skull: getting stronger and unaddressed grief. I don't have much to say about him. I really like how when everyone tells female swordsmen that they should give up those "silly" aspirations and do more "womanly" things like, big sigh here, become mothers or whatever, Zoro is like "no to hell with that". While he never really saw gender in others even as a kid, this belief stemmed from how much his childhood rival/friend affected him, and how much respect he had for her. I believe that you would have a lot of feelings about that form of sexism when this said sexism pretty much resulted in the death of your friend (because let's be honest, her cause of death is euphemism for suicide). I mean no one (except for one person :) ) in the main crew is ever the annoying "I won't fight a girl because they are weak" or some shit annoying type of person, at least I don't remember anyone being like that? So like I don't think he is super unique for that in the main crew, but I like how he doesn't really have such beliefs (the only reason he won't fight Tashigi is because she reminds him of his dead friend and is kind of afraid of her which valid). Other stuff about him is that he is the embodiment of coolness, he is just badass, he is so cool you can't help but feel super hyped when he does stuff on screen man. As for the racism allegations, it has become a meme how it seems like almost all of his duel opponents are darker skinned individuals. He is super loyal to his captain which is nice. His piracy is being proclaimed a criminal by an unjust and corrupt state for standing up for what's right. If doing what's right is deemed criminal, you might as well start existing outside the law.
Nami: they hate seeing girlbosses like us win
I support women's rights AND wrongs, god I love women.
Nami fucking SLAPS she is the best character in One Piece PERIOD. The character of all time, I love her so much but every day I live in fear that Oda will mistreat her character and do her disservice, and when it does I am going full on scorched earth. I really expected to not like her you know. Shounen manga/anime are so good at not writing good female characters. I was so ready to find a two dimensional token woman to be gawked at by the men in the crew you know. But I am SO GLAD I was wrong. I am so glad this story is actually a good one my god I am so glad she is perfect I love her so much she is my favourite character can you tell I love her so much can you tell? I am supposed to give a proper analysis to her character but the only thing in my mind is incoherent screaming /affectionate, a keyboard smash and "good GOD I love Nami awooga". While I do not relate to her on a "I kin her" level, I GET HER. I GET HER SO MUCH. I feel surprisingly seen within her character and to a point where even if the text never says it, *I understand how she feels and why she does what she does*. I love Nami AGHHHH I LOVE HER UGGGGGGGG. People who don't like Nami are blind and stupid she is the only One Piece character that ma-
Sorry I got a bit ahead of myself. Back to Nami, with less fangirling (can you tell she is my favourite character), she is the navigator of the crew. And an incredibly good one at that. I think it is safe to say she is the most intelligent one in the crew and is legit one of the most respected ones there. Which I am SO thankful for. Throughout this post you might have noticed how I end up comparing One Piece to other shounen of similar genres and how One Piece surpasses all of them. I do that mostly to prove that it is so easy to misunderstand One Piece as a story as an outsider because of its contemporaries. One Piece has been super influential due to how popular and long lived it has been, but it feels like most of the stories inspired by it genuinely miss the fucking point. Like Fairy Tail is a huge example of a One Piece inspired story. Look at FT's treatment of female characters for example and then at OP's. Literally night and day. The other shounen manga OP is coupled with because of its influence as well: Naruto. How did Naruto treat for example Sakura? Well basically all of the female cast. What I am saying is, Nami is actually a character!!! And a character I would say whose femininity matters! Which is another thing a lot of shounen stories writing strong female characters miss: basically they make a character who is strong who happens to be female. Which ok, sure, but it completely ignores the very intricate space women occupy in society for being women you know. And One Piece doesn't ignore that, and still makes the female characters strong (though my one tiny gripe is that at least so far none of them have been battle strong, which ahaha I would like one pwease as a treat yknow, Robin is strong yes but m maybe a powerhouse type beat woman ahahahah p pwease). You can argue that Nami acts in such a way because she is basically weaker than her quite frankly insane peers but I don't know, I relate so much to the way she acts whenever I am in male dominated spaces you know.
Uhhh to organise my thoughts a bit better because I keep going in circles rambling about my things: Nami is the third person who joins the crew, though officially she is the fifth as she had ulterior goals initially. Unlike the captain who is an insane rubber person, and the vice captain who is a really good swordsman with basically superhuman strength for some reason, she is a normal ass human being. She is a great navigator and this skill has put her in a lot of trouble alongside her cartography expertise. Before she joined the Strawhats, she would steal from mostly other pirates. You see, she was forced into an "employment" contract where she had to work as Aarlong's pirate crew's cartographer until she could pay an insane fee to buy her and her hometown's freedom- at the ripe old age of *looks at notes* fucking 8. For 10 whole years she had to put herself in insanely dangerous situations to get the money she needed, all the while sometimes was abused by Aarlong to work on her maps for his needs, all alone, to try and save her hometown and only remaining family member who were being held hostage by this guy. While this is lots of levels messed up already as you can pretty easily tell she is set up to fail, she had to watch her mother be killed by this guy in front of her (at the ripe old age of 8 guys), because she couldn't afford to pay for her life and her two daughters' lives. You have that messed up situation followed by then this guy forcing her (pretty much branding her with a tatoo of his logo) to work for him while holding the rest of the townspeople hostage yeahhh this girl has experienced a shit ton of hardship. You can imagine how she must have internalised all this as a kid, "I am the only one who can do this" "I cannot let anyone else die because of me". This feeling of powerlessness and the immediate fear of not letting anyone see that weakness, wanting to be strong, not relying on anyone because you are terrified of what that might mean, this fear of showing vulnerability because it might be used against you or someone might get hurt *because of you*. For ten whole years she fought this battle all on her own, forced into piracy because the marines didn't care. They didn't do anything. They just let these people be held hostage by this vile pirate for 10 years doing nothing but taking hush money from him. What do you expect Nami to do? Play nice, work an honest job and pray she gets enough money to buy back her freedom? Even when she briefly aligned herself with Luffy and for the first time in years had some semblance of freedom, she was still bound by her duty. She can't let her new friends fully in, what if they think less of her? What if they end up getting killed by Aarlong? She can't lose anyone else. Maybe having them hate her would be easier, and so she steals their stuff while they are busy and leaves. To her fortune, the Strawhats were good and understanding people and eventually helped her break free.
You see, at first she believed she had everything under control, and kept that same confident attitude. After all she had just managed to gather almost all of the money needed. If the Strawhats were involved now then she might be put in danger, or even worse they might get killed. So she repeatedly tells them to get lost and leave, not letting them know how she feels and what is troubling her. But after Aarlong pretty much betrays her (well is it really betrayal? If he planned to do this from the start) and has a marine confiscate the entire stash of money and treasure she had gathered over the years to pay off her debt, she is very much lost. The realisation that she wasted 10 years of her life (more than half her life at that point) and that there is nothing she can do crushes her. And at that moment she finally asks for help. And that moment is just so, so emotionally powerful. And it is so important because only after she let someone in, after she showed vulnerability to someone, after that someone entered her room, her literal prison, was she able to be set free, was that prison symbolically and literally destroyed. Destroyed by the person she let in. The first person she trusted in over 10 years. "All I have to do is just wreck this room to save her, right?" Luffy asks. He doesn't expect an answer, he already knows it. Nami watches as her desk falls off the window and smashes onto the ground. Then those libraries. Then those walls of maps that locked her in. "Thank you" she weeps "I am finally free"
Hey can you tell I really love that arc? I am totally not biased because it is a Nami centric arc. And I totally did not cry my heart out during this arc.
And Nami isn't completely "fixed" from this instance. She still has trouble showing any form of weakness and you can tell she usually projects her fears/trauma onto others (let's be honest, you can't tell me she was not terrified of the the same thing that happened to her island happening to Alabasta), but she is now at least able to trust that she can always rely on the Strawhats, as much trouble as they cause her. But aghhhhh that desperation of feeling powerless compared to her insane crewmates (luffy zoro and sanji are all crazy strong like damn) and sometimes pushing herself to extremes (bestie was dying from a disease but still tried to navigate those idiots to alabasta), all just AGHHHH I get you I get how you feel, I understand how much it sucks to feel like you are holding those around you back I get it.
I also want to mention that she is the only female character who ever gets sexualised even a bit. I don't like the times when it happens against her will (guess which character I really hate) but I also appreciate that a lot of the time she uses her attractiveness to get what she wants, which is very in character for her (girlboss) (go get the bag girl) (girlslay) (you can gatekeep and gaslight as well as a little treat). Also don't imagine any crazy sexualisation like some *other* anime, but it is there. And also weirdly enough only seems to happen to her? Like the only significant female characters so far aside from her have been Vivi and Robin and they are not sexualised. Like sometimes they will wear kinda revealing clothing but the camera does not linger too much on that if that makes sense? Like it feels more like girls wearing clothes they like that just happen to be a bit revealing, and that is not how they always dress, you get me?
Can you tell I really love Nami? I love her so much I have so many thoughts and feelings about her, I genuinely had no idea I would love her so much. I am something of a Nami enthusiast. To keep the pattern going: Nami's piracy is being forced to a life of crime as "proper society" ignores your struggles.
Usopp: single strongest Strawhat after Nami
Look at my little guy. I love my little big guy. He's just a guy. The guy of all time.
First things first yeah that lip design? Doesn't pass the vibe check. His nose design is probably a pinocchio reference as he is a notorious liar. With those out of the way: GOD I LOVE USOPP.
He is my second favourite character and just like Nami, I had no idea I would love him this much. He is a normal ass guy amongst the weirdest people in the whole world. The only extraordinary things about him are his nose and his insane tendency to lie (they are not even good lies). Okay I lied, he is very inventive and has really good aim. Like I don't know what these eyes are made from but no human eyes are this good. Unfortunately his sharpshooter skills are rarely utilised. But it's a pretty obvious fact that without him being an excelent handyman that crew would have never entered nor survived the Grand Line. Like him and Nami are the two most important Strawhats to keep the crew and ship from falling apart. And it's very easy to miss that as they both shine in the quiet moments, not the flashy fights. That being said, with those two being the physically weakest amongst the crew I love the solidarity they have. You can tell Usopp is not happy with how he ends up causing trouble for the others by how weak he is. You can tell it is about to reach a boiling point. And like, people will appreciate Nami's navigation skills, but I don't think anyone has like explicitly thanked Usopp (aside from Nami). While he does so much for the crew!! So because his contributions are less visible, it must be hard for him to not feel kinda useless. But despite all that he will keep lying. He will keep putting up the funny act. He will keep pushing through. Because from a young age all he has ever had was his lies. Lies that pointed towards a hope he so desperately wanted to grasp in his hands.
You know Usopp is a great fucking character. And whoever hates him is blind. He is a cowardly person, but do you know how much strength of character it requires for someone to take that first step? And leave their comfort zone? (His home village). And despite everything he has gone through (and he has gone through a lot) not backing down? He doesn't have devil fruit powers, nor inhuman strength. Of course he would be scared to death in the situations he is put in. He is a normal ass guy. But he still keeps going. He is so amazing and I love him. I wish he could see himself how amazing he truly is, beyond the lies :'). His form of piracy is trying to achieve your dream outside the confines of society, very much a refusal to conform.
Sanji: throw him overboard
Kyeterna curb stomps cook to death (real) (gone viral) (gone violent) (gone wrong)
Ok listen. I don't- ok I do hate him, I really don't like him, his trope is annoying, I hate it, sexual harassment is not cute it is not a personality trait, I usually don't like it when girls beat up guys in anime because physical assault is not funny but he fucking deserves to get his shit beaten out of him by Nami whenever he gets creepy because he gets VERY creepy sometimes. And it is so frustrating because aside from his creepiness and overall horrible objectification of women his character is solid!! He is very cool alright! But good GOD his weird attitude towards women and his insecure misandry towards other men (literally you are the only one who is weird about women sir) is soooooo tiring man. If you absolutely needed a guy just be a cringe heterosexual so desperately make him like extremely corny. Make him like come up with poetry on the spot in an attempt to woo every woman he sees that uses metaphors no one gets but he. You can easily make a hopeless romantic character without making him creepy. Men will claim they love women and then not listen to them yeah okay-
I am just frustrated with him. There is a lot of cool stuff going on with him like hey isn't the fact that he almost starved to death insane? And how this event shaped him into who he is? How he will do anything to prevent this from happening to anyone else? Isn't his passion for cooking amazing? I love how he thinks outside the box to cook meals sometimes, and how he always strives to learn more about cooking. I think it's adorable how he gets very defensive when it comes to his opinion that cooking is an artform (which is true). I think he looks so adorable when he speaks of his dream to find the All Blue (the moment I thought maybe he is actually a character I will like). Also can I say how badass his fighting style is? Aghhhhh I can't,,,,
His form of piracy uh multilayered I would say. He was raised by a former pirate after he lost everything.... But he wasn't exactly a pirate. He just wasn't as loyal to the government.... And he did beat up a marine before officially joining the Strawhats... So he would have been a criminal either way... He only joined the Strawhats after realising he could achieve his dream by joining them. So yeah
Tony Tony Chopper: emergency food
He isn't a doctor!!! He doesn't have any PhDs!!!
Look at my son. He is my son btw. My little boy (here he comes). Third favourite character, he is a literal child!!! I think I am sensing a pattern amongst my favourite chatacters huh...
The crew's doctor, he is unbelievably cute, I will protect him, he deserves the world and all the love there exists. He is a reindeer that became kinda human and so he was not quite accepted by reindeer nor humans alike. Considered a monster :(. Gross sobbing, but he found community amongst other weirdos in the Strawhats ghhhhhhhhhhhh. He is very much a kid, and you can see it in how he acts with the other Strawhats. Like you will see them play and Chopper will try to get included I am just aaaaaaaghhhhhhh he reminds me of my little cousin when she was like 9 I am gonna cry. And how they all act like older siblings to Chopper oh god I feel sick (positive). He doesn't want to feel like a burden so they constantly give him words of affirmation, I am tearing up oh god, and how he wants to pretend he doesn't like being complimented but being unable to hide how he feels I can't I can't keep writing this sections I am gonna cry
His piracy is basically living outside society as a marginalised person (reindeer?)
Nico Robin: weirdgirl rep we all needed
She is so autistic (real) (source: trust me)
Ok I need to clarify that since she literally just about joined the crew from my perspective I know close to nothing about her. But she still has managed to capture my attention fully. I love her, she is so weird and I hope she stays like that, her powers are cool and if the genre of One Piece was different, the body horror art that could come out of it would have been so cool (I really wanna draw body horror art with her like AGHHH um moving on)
Girl was like "I wanted to die but Luffy saved me so I am gonna make it everyone's problem" but then she met the rest of the crew and she was like "oh they are all weird and stupid, I am having fun actually" like you can't tell me she isn't just having the time of her life observing the idiots be idiots. Like she might have a constant pokerface but you bet your ass she is having the time of her life. And I think that's the reason she is also able to be her weirdest self with them. Her sense of humour is actually quite hilarious if you think about it. Like I am so sure that whenever she just non-chalantly says the most gruesome morbid things with that pokerface of hers she thinks she is the funniest person on the planet. And she is so right for that. She can also read people pretty well, like she knew what clicks with everyone in the crew, But Zoro. And like I have noticed that since she doesn't know how to approach him exactly she just sticks with him wherever he goes. I imagine she is like "I don't get you at all but I want to pick apart your brain and understand what is up with you" so she just follows him around, observes him like some kind of specimen. My interpretation at least from what I am shown so far. I love her Nico Robin beloved. I cannot tell you more than that nor her form of piracy as I know nothing about her backstory so far.
So yeah! This is about it. I was going to make sections for Vivi and Bon Clay but this post is already super long. However I do wanna mention about Bon Clay that while his design is off putting at first, they are like legit one of my favourite characters. They are so genderqueer, my headcanon is she uses all pronouns though he uses he/him in the anime from what I can tell. But yeah I like how at the end of the day their appearance is very disruptive yknow, completely non-conforming. Like their character is just so queer. The only reason I don't believe he is like a homophobic stereotype is 1. his character slaps she is so fucking cool 2. they are not exactly a villain? like they were an antagonist but it is pretty obvious now he is very much an ally 3. it never seemed like a sexuality thing, more like a gender thing. And they are not like "oh look a man dresses as a woman" thing because he never identifies as a woman so I am pretty sure she is just extremely gender non conforming. I cannot describe how extremely queer he is yknow. Like the "fuck your standards and boxes" type of queer. Also their ability is literally being able to change their appearance yeah there is a gender metaphor somewhere there alright. And how moved he ultimately was when Sanji was like "it doesn't matter how you present but how you feel inside" which Sanji OBVIOUSLY didn't mean it that way but the way it struck a chord within Bon Clay yeah that is so fucking queer of you sir. Sure there might be some issues with his character but I love them a lot. Genuinely a delight to see on screen for me personally. I didn't expect to love her so much, I thought I would be annoyed and highkey offended by them but nope, exact opposite. Can't wait to see him in the anime again aaa.
I uhhh ended up rambling about Bon Clay huh.
Anyways that was it for real this time, I really hope I don't get completely disappointed by One Piece down the line, this post took me three days to write (I did procrastinate a bit) ok bye
#texterna#one piece#please do not perceive me ever#I love how the Nami ramble is like 1/3 of the post hhahahah#can you tell I really love Nami?#long post
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Fever- Senku x Reader [More Angsty Fluff... 🌧]
Oof... I'm never gonna stop beginning new stories that I'll never finish, huh? Oh, well. I gue\ss it's fine, as long as I'm keeping myself occupied ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ the angst is much lighter with this one, but I still included it because of how worried [y/n] becomes.
Not me trying to write a fic about a scientist with the flu when I hardly know anything about medicine 🤡
Time period: Mid season 2, shortly before Chrome was rescued from Tsukasa [my memory is a little fuzzy...]
a quiet sigh escaped your lips, which were mildly chapped as a result of the dry winter, as you stared into the laboratory. you knew senku had gone much longer without any sleep, but it still worried you to see him up and working after at least three days of him not having even a bit of rest. there was nothing that even you, his partner of one year, could do to convince him to lie down for just a few hours.
the lack of sleep really can't be good on his immune system, and it doesn't help that flu season is starting... fuck.
the scientist was clearly exhausted; there were bullets of sweat running down his face, he was obviously struggling to stand, and you could tell it was taking all of his energy for him to resist the urge to faceplant onto the table.
still, you didn't bother to say anything. no matter what you did or said, senku always brushed off his physical condition like a minor inconvenience. trying to reason with him about it almost always felt like talking to a wall.
although, you didn't want to waste any more time, so you decided to return to the tasks that had been assigned to you. at least, that was the case before you heard a thud from the aforementioned lab.
concerned, you poked your head around the corner of the doorway.
you found senku lying on the floor, although he didn't seem to be injured. instead, he looked rather relaxed; his eyes were half-lidded, and he was looking up at you with a small smile.
"uh...? what are you doing?" you asked worriedly.
"mm... i'm just gonna take a nap..." he replied, visibly disoriented.
shit, that's not like him.
"...on the floor? wait, no, don't--"
before you could say anything else, senku seemed to have already drifted off to sleep--not only that, but he'd readjusted his position and hugged your leg before doing so.
"um... okay, then..."
you were tempted to leave him there and let him get some sleep, but you knew better. there was a high chance that, rather than simply being exhausted, he could've contracted some kind of illness--most likely the flu. thanks to the god-awful amount of manual labor you had done, you didn't find it horribly difficult to pick him up. you carried him over to the treehouse, carefully laid him over your shoulder, and made your way up the ladder.
there were quite a lot of random containers lying around on the floor from a previous experiment, so you cleared those out of the way before placing him down on the sock-like sleeping bag. at the same time, you couldn't help but notice how abnormally warm he felt, along with how much sweat was dripping off of his forehead. well, damn. that's definitely a fever--feels like a pretty severe one, too.
even though you were a bit frustrated at him for not being more careful to avoid catching the illness, you still sat beside him to make sure nothing terrible happened while he was asleep.
thanks to the lack of advanced medicine, you couldn't help but feel worried for senku. who knew how severely the virus would end up affecting him? especially when considering his already-weakened state, there were so many ways it could've turned out--most of them absolutely awful. even if it didn't end up killing him, you knew very well that the poor guy was going to be absolutely miserable. a more twisted part of you hoped he would remain unconsious because of the fever for most of the time he suffered with the sickness, so he wouldn't have to deal with it as much, but you knew that would definitely have its own complications.
every few minutes, you found yourself repeatedly placing the back of your palm on his forehead to make sure his fever wasn't getting any worse. it never really did, even though you occasionally tricked yourself into believing it was [out of anxiety].
a few hours passed before you decided to stand up. still, you didn't consider leaving the ill scientist's side in the slightest. as far as you knew, his condition wasn't getting any worse--though, it wasn't seeming to get any better, either.
then, as you took a few steps away, you heard a quiet "nooo..."
you looked down, only to see senku staring up at you with a--highly uncharacteristic--sad, pleading expression. he reached out and grabbed weakly onto your leg again.
oh... damn. it must really be messing with his head, if he's acting like this. i know fevers can make you disoriented, but this seems like a whole new level.
"what's wrong?" you asked, deciding to play along.
rather than responding, senku only hugged your leg a bit tighter and moved a bit closer to you. "don't gooo..."
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49 notes - Posted December 2, 2022
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Senku Headcanon #1- Period stuff...?
Yeah, this isn't really my kind of thing, but I'm having those issues and need an outlet or comfort source of some kind- :') hope you enjoy! Some of these work better in a modern AU, but most of them will work for either that or the canon plot
I know, I should be working on my requests, but this was quick, and I don't think it should take too long for me to write the request. Hang in there, anon <3
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-Senku will try to act like he's basically indifferent to it, but it kills him to see you dealing with the cramps :(
-Sends Yuzuriha or another close friend to get you a steady supply of pads/tampons/whatever you prefer to use, pain medicine, and whatever food(s) you happen to be craving
-^He claims to do that so he "doesn't have to deal with the annoying cashiers (or general vendors, if in Ishigami Village)", but he actually just wants to stay with you for as long as he can, as he knows his presence makes you feel at least a little bit better
-At night, he'll cuddle you noticably more often [shh, don't tell him you can notice], and he'll hold you just a teeensy bit tighter than normal--not enough to make your cramps worse, of course!
-He's probably memorized almost everything about your cycle [what days it occurs, how long it lasts for, how it typically affects you, what days are the worst, and everything along those lines], and he'll become heavily concerned if even one thing seems off; chances are, he'll list every single possibility of what could be going on from memory.
-Thanks to his insane amount of knowledge about the body, he'll always try to understand the science behind whatever problem you're dealing with. It would probably get annoying for you sometimes, and both of you might end up feeling bad if you get too irritated by it. Poor guy's just trying to help 😔
-Y'know how he's always going on about science-y stuff? Well, if you happen to also be passionate about science, he'll talk about it with you at least twice as often now--again, he's trying to do everything he can without making it obvious how much he cares. Plus, if there's a specific field of science you love more than any of the other ones, most of his science-based speech will be about it
-Even though Senku hardly ever holds back when he's talking, even if he knows it could upset somebody, he's still pretty cautious about what he says around you + probably backs off quickly
-If you were assigned female at birth but identify as something else, he'll go out of his way to frequently mention how androgynous/masculine/[however you want to appear] you look/act/etc, because he knows this is probably even tougher for you... aw, I could really use it right now
-Bonus: If any of those stereotypical, dumb misogynists started complaining about you mentioning your cycle, Senku would definitely start lecturing them about it--and certainly without sparing any of the details that people tend to find "gross." In fact, he'd probably talk about those more than anything to piss the idiot(s) off <3
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This is pretty rough, thanks to how drained I'm feeling today, but I hope this made at least one person out there happy! I still have no doubts about the last part, though
55 notes - Posted September 8, 2022
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Senku x Reader- "Finally..." [Modern]
Basic plot: [Y/N] has moved far away--as in, practically across the world-- from Senku for university, and their mutual friends (Taiju, Yuzuriha, and Gen) decide to surprise him on his birthday by bringing [Y/N] along when they visit him to wish him happy birthday; of course, it turns into **something more** after the other three leave. I know, that made no grammatical sense, sorry-
Also, I found a really cute fanart of "senguin" [onion boi in a penguin costume], but I couldn't find the artist, so I ended up not adding it here. Here's a link to it, though: www.pinterest.com/pin/1006836060419035072/
"Are you sure he's in there?" you quietly asked Gen, who peered in through the window.
"I'm certain," the mentalist replied. "Look, he's in the kitchen."
Taiju and Yuzuriha stepped beside him to peer inside, although you didn't take the risk of letting the scientist see you. Your arrival was meant to be a surprise, after all.
"Well, then, I guess it's time," you spoke. "Once I'm behind the bush, you should knock on his door. Text me when you're ready."
All three of them nodded, and you quickly made your way over to the bushes and hid as you waited.
It took a while, but you eventually heard Taiju loudly declare that Senku had opened all but one of the presents, followed by the sound of your phone buzzing to alert you of a text. You smiled; it had been so long since you'd gotten the opportunity to meet your partner face-to-face. Not only were you thrilled by the idea of finally hugging Senku again and doing practically everything else you could to let him know how much you missed him, but you also couldn't wait to see how happy he was going to be, even if he tried to hide it.
It took all of the--already miniscule--bit of self-control you had to stop yourself from charging inside and flinging your arms around him. Instead, you had to wait for one of your friends to text you, so you could know when to sneak in.
Thankfully, you heard your phone go off again a few moments later.
"he's blindfolded, I'm on my way outside so I can bring you in without him hearing your footsteps <3 can't ait-way to see the look on his face"
You laughed at the message as you waited for Gen to come around the corner. Thankfully, he didn't take too long.
Your best friend then silently guided you inside, and to where Senku sat as he waited to "receive" his next gift.
"Okay, stand up! Stand up!" Taiju cheerfully exclaimed as he--unsurprisingly--looked as if he was getting ready to cry tears of joy.
"Jeez, calm down. I'm up, I'm- ahh! What the fuck?!"
Before poor Senku could even finish speaking, you had jumped at him in a full-force tackle-hug. Not too shockingly, he immediately began squirming in your grasp and trying his hardest to break free. You didn't want to torture him, though, so you let go after a little while.
"Holy shit, [y/n], I... had no idea... your grip was... that strong..." he sighed before untying and pulling off his blindfold.
"Aw, how did you know it was me?" you asked as you fought back the urge to say something extremely cheesy about him "feeling it deep in his heart".
"Well, the oaf would've ten billon percent crushed my entire skeletal system if he did that, Yuzuriha wouldn't have tackled me, the old man's away, I don't have any other real friends, and Gen doesn't really know me, so that was the only logical conclusion. Plus, birthdays are perfect for sappy reunions like these," Senku replied a bit wearily while dusting himself off.
"Well, damn. I missed you, too."
Senku breathed another sigh. "What? You asked me a question, and I answered it."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's okay, 'cuz I know you missed me a ton, anyway," you teased.
"H-he did! He really, really did!" Taiju added while sobbing into a tissue.
You laughed softly and sat down beside your scientist, who was blinking a bit faster than normal and breathing a bit shakily. To be fair, you were on the verge of tears, as well.
I know this is a really short one, but that's only because this is actually part one of a 2-part oneshot! Heh... the next part is actually gonna be a lemon, and I couldn't be more excited about that. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) If you're reading this on Quotev, it's only going to be on Wattpad and Tumblr, though [and maybe AO3, if they ever let me in]. I'll put the links here when part 2 is finished!
Update: So, uhm, about that. I had to take part 2 down for personal reasons. 😔
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My #1 post of 2022
I had an idea. You know that scene where kohaku and senku fake a kiss. What if instead
*it's the reader instead of kohaku
*senku and the reader like each other but they don't know of the others feelings
*it's a real kiss not a fake one close to the lips
Requested by: anonymous [Tumblr]
aaaa I'm so sorry for how long this took! .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. I've been struggling with a lack of motivation, and it also took me a while to find the right chapter in the manga [I was too dumb to just do a quick search for the scene...]
There's a bit of writing before the actual scene, so I'll add a read more cut for you to skip to if you don't want to read it. [on Tumblr, anyway]
Bit of a warning: implied!non-binary!reader, possible hints at gender dysphoria [very minor]. I'll try to remember to post another version without that stuff, though. There's also a little angst between Senku and the reader later on in the chapter, but it's nothing super heavy!
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You sighed, rather annoyed by the idea of wearing a dress. "Come on. I'm sure I can make myself look cute, or whatever, without something like that."
"I'm sure you can, [y/n], but we really need to raise our chances of being chosen as much as we can if we want to infiltrate the enemy camp," Kohaku replied as she, somewhat ironically, stared dubiously at the outfit she was given.
"Plus, it doesn't have to be super frilly or exaggerated; simple outfits can be cute, too!" Amaryllis added with a slightly nervous smile.
Senku, too, even pitched in. "I mean... I'm technically wearing a skirt, too, and I don't look too girly. I think that's what you're worried about, anyway."
Trying your best not to sigh again, you took the neatly folded outfit Amaryllis passed you. It consisted of a simple, robe-like, [favorite color] dress, along with a thin obi and a pair of uncomfortably high-heeled shoes. To be fair, it wasn't as bad as you were expecting, but you still felt a bit insecure about wearing it.
You looked nervously over at the scientist whom you had not-so-minor feelings for. He was picking at his ear with his finger while looking away from Kohaku, who had begun to change into her outfit in front of literally everyone.
"What?" the aforementioned genius asked when he noticed the way you were looking at him.
"...Nothing," you replied. Although, you couldn't help but feel a bit flustered when he gazed at the outfit in your hands, then up at you, and began to look as if he was lost in thought. He snapped out of it only a few seconds later, but it didn't really help you feel any better. [Good thing you didn't notice the blush on his cheeks.]
After another minute or so of awkwardness, you slipped into the nearby bushes to change into the new clothes. 'Well... at least the people who see me won't know me for too long.'
"[Y/n], get behind me!" Kohaku ordered as she tried her best to dodge and shield you from Kirisame's attacks.
"Right!" you responded. Though, to be honest, you were already planning on hiding behind her, anyway. Kohaku was much better at dealing hits than taking them, but she was still far more durable than you were.
Then, you had an idea.
There was a word only you and your fellow Kingdom of Science members knew--one that these semi-primitive warriors and villagers had likely never even heard of.
You began to draw in as deep of a breath as you could, hoping that you wouldn't shatter the eardrums of everyone who stood around you--including yourself.
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"LAB!!"
Both Kohaku and Kirisame, despite how focused they were, stopped in their tracks.
"Lab! That's what I absolutely want! I don't need anything else!" you continued to shout, ignoring the confused looks on their faces.
"La... Lab?" Kirisame uttered, confused. Though, she still didn't take her eyes, which were narrowed with focus, off of Kohaku in the slightest.
Soon enough, both Senku and Gen naturally came running over--that is, after Gen lightly teased your beloved "Lab-kun" about how much you wanted to see him. In spite of the dangerous situation, you couldn't help but laugh a bit to yourself. Heh. I'm definitely gonna start calling Senku that now.
Though, before you could say anything else, you felt Gen lightly wrap his arms around both you and Senku.
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Excerpt from an upcoming OTH fic
Author's note:
I've been working on a multi-chapter fic about Keith and Karen (as it stands, spanning a decade or two) partially inspired by this exchange between Karen and Whitey in season 3:
"You had Camilla for a lifetime. I had Keith for a few weeks."
"Whose fault was that?"
I had a lot of thoughts about what their relationship was like in the years before the start of the show, including what opportunities there had been for the two of them to try something more than friendship, because you know there had to be at least one instance where they had considered it. I had no idea where it would lead me, but the muses have been kind, and I have been excited to share part of what I've been working on.
Coming back to watch OTH as an adult has been interesting, and I've found myself more invested in the storylines of the adults' lives/relationships than the kids' (at least so far). I've also really enjoyed the episodes of the Drama Queens podcast that I've listened to and the insights I've gained into many of the characters and their motivations.
The following excerpt is a few years into their friendship, set in the fall of 1986, and will likely end up being the fourth or fifth chapter.
The working title is Is Almost Enough?
(don't mind my rudimentary photo editing skills of Keith & Karen circa 1986. I'm basically only happy with the insertion of the "TH" onto the sweater)
Original photos (at the end of the post) are promo stills from Voyage of the Rock Aliens (1984) and The Cutting Edge (1992), respectively.
One Tree Hill Fanfiction | Keith Scott/Karen Roe | Rated T
Alternate Universe - Pre canon | Inspired by canon | Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies | Friends to Lovers | The Slowest of Burns
Story summary:
A look at Keith and Karen throughout the years, starting with when they met in middle school. They have their ups and downs, but with a few tweaks to the events in this universe, they eventually find a happily ever after—together.
Chapter summary:
Who am I kidding? Keith told himself. Left to his own devices, he would never have worked up the nerve to ask her out. But now that the opportunity was here, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.
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Despite the brisk chill in the October air, Karen found herself sitting across from Keith at their usual study spot in the quad. Having finished her chemistry homework, she pulled out the novel she had started reading the prior day. The modern gothic authors were a new favorite of hers after recently being introduced to them in her English class, but that afternoon, the copy of Flowers in the Attic that sat in front of her was seemingly no longer enough to hold her attention.
Instead, she found herself peeking up from the pages to look at Keith, admiring the way the breeze swept through his hair and secretly wishing that her fingers could do the same. She loved the look of concentration on his face and the last thing she wanted to do was break his focus when she was so proud of him for deciding to apply to a couple of four-year universities in addition to the local community college. There was a fleeting thought of how much she would miss him next year when he was off at college, but she brushed it aside. There was something she needed to tell him, and Karen didn’t want to wait a moment longer.
“Dan and I broke up,” she said abruptly.
Keith’s head jerked back, but he kept his eyes on the application he had been filling out. “I…” He steeled himself and looked up at her expectant face. “I’m sorry to hear that, Karen.” He tapped his pen on the table as he thought about what to say next. “How are you, uh–how are you doing with that?”
“Well, first I was pissed. But that was before we broke up. And then I was relieved. Because I didn’t have to put up with his crap anymore. And now… Well, now I’m…” she looked into Keith’s eyes, her expression growing hopeful as she came closer to the words she had been holding onto for far too long. “I’m happy. Because there’s this other guy who I really like.”
She watched as Keith’s face dropped, suddenly becoming stoic.
“And I’m hoping that… Well, if he likes me too, he might ask me out.”
“Oh,” he said quietly, not picking up on her hints. “Well, I hope that works out for you.” He looked down at the application once more, and found that her news left him unable to make sense of the words on the page in front of him.
“Keith…” Karen waited for his gaze to return to hers. She gave him a look, willing him to understand. She smiled shyly.
“Oh!” A slow smile grew on his face as the realization hit him. Flustered by being put on the spot and Karen’s nervous smile as she hoped for reciprocation, Keith hardly had time to process it all. For all the time they had spent together over the years and the almost unlimited array of topics they discussed, one thing he had never come close to telling her was that he carried feelings for her of something more than friendship. He liked to think that, eventually—when enough time had passed after her break-up—he might have come up with the idea to ask her out on his own. After testing the waters to find out if she was even interested, of course.
Who am I kidding? He told himself. Left to his own devices, he would never have worked up the nerve. But now that the opportunity was here, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.
“I… Karen…” his chest puffed out with confidence and his chin lifted as he asked her a question he thought he would never say. “Do you want to go out on a date with me?”
Karen’s face lit up, and Keith felt his heart soar.
“Yes,” she answered. “I do.”
“You’re sure it’s not too soon?”
“It’s not soon enough.”
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That's all, folks!
I hope there's at least one person out there who enjoyed this, because there's a lot more where this came from.
If you did enjoy it, I'd love to hear what you think!
Lastly, here are the originals that I edited for my version above.
#oth#one tree hill#one tree hill fanfic#work in progress#keith and karen#karen and keith#kareith#kareth#keith scott#karen roe#keith scott x karen roe#karen roe x keith scott#karen x keith#keith x karen#I have no idea what their ship name is#alternate universe#pre canon#friends to lovers#slow burn#oth edit
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January* Wordcount tracking
*yes I’m aware it’s the middle of February don’t judge me >.<
Total January Wordcount: 7384 words
Posted: nix! but I spent a chunk of January sick and the rest of it underwater at work, so it's not exactly a shock in spite of me doing my best to make it otherwise. Slowly chugging back into the swing of things now that the holidays are over and in theory so is the worst of the tax season prep garbage please let it be over i am S O tired orz
IN PROGRESS:
There’s a place I’ve seen where the soul burns clean: 6150 words \(^o^)/
Self Indulgence Sandbox (most people live founders era AU + transmigration AU and a whole bunch of super self indulgent shenanigans): 461 words
SVSSS surprise bunny (modern/urban fantasy AU, I guess? idek man this came out of nowhere I was possessed by the spirit of Airplane-jiujiu or something): 773 words
Sneak Peeks:
> There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean <
"Get your hands off of me," Izuna snapped, trying to shove his way upright again.
"If I can make you lay down, Izuna-san, fighting people stronger than me is pointless," Haruka told him, tipping him mercilessly back down onto his futon while Fuyubi - the old traitor - watched and didn't lift a finger or speak a word in his defense.
"Is that your official medical opinion?"
Fuyubi knew him well enough to hear the danger in his tone and gave him a sharp look, but again, didn't say anything. Hn. Well, maybe the old man just preferred to let other people make their own mistakes. He could accept that.
"What, don't slow your recovery with stupid fights? Does it need to be?"
"It sounds to me like before I can be allowed out of your care to fight anyone else, first I have to prove I can beat you."
Haruka's ability to mask her feelings really suffered if you caught her by surprise, Izuna reflected, basking in the sudden and obvious look of realization followed by intense and instant regret that flashed across her face.
"Uh."
> Self Indulgence Sandbox <
Her face had felt like her face, but how was she supposed to have known what that meant? She looked more like herself than she would have expected, still with her sharp chin and strong jawline, angular cheeks and eyebrows and faintly hooked blade of a nose. Her features were maybe a bit awkward with youth now, but she figured she would probably grow into them again. She was more likely to grow into someone more handsome than pretty, mitigating factors of the apparently mandatory Uchiha prettiness aside.
The upward sweep and angles of her left eye were more or less the same fox eye shape that she’d always had. Her right eye had always been slightly rounder, just another weird effect of the general distortion of that side of her face. Now she had one fox eye and one plum blossom eye, and that of all things was what was making her trip over herself as she studied the face that was now hers, but wasn’t.
She thought transmigration was supposed to start you as a baby? What was this nonsense with her having to get used to a new face and body during puberty? She did her time with this already! There better be some damn good perks to compensate her for having to do this again!!
… Okay so she was starting with a fully unlocked version of one of the most powerful kekkei genkai in the world, so. Maybe that was her compensation.
Still, she was a teenager again, and it was bad enough the first time. She really didn’t want to do it again, but the alternative seemed to be dying, so she’d make the best of it.
And it could be worse, at least she didn’t seem to have a System like some of those novels had that gave her secret quests and restrictions and shit, that would suck a lot.
> SVSSS Surprise Bunny <
"This is the guy that regularly makes you cry from being mean about your writing that you freely admit is shit churned out to keep you in crap discount noodles and stuff. Totally understand why you'd want some troll with delusions of being a literary sophisticate to know where you live, people that get off on feelings of superiority over stupid shit are usually great IRL buds."
Wow, that was rich coming from her, although Airplane valued his life too highly to say that to Miss Sha's perfectly made-up little face. "... Did you just say eye are ell like... did you just do that?"
She put one of her claws fingers in his face and he gulped, going a little cross eyed trying to track both the potential murder-talon and what she was saying. "You have no room to talk about being internet poisoned, first off, and second off, this is about you and your shitty security decisions, not my unique and quirky idiolect."
Yep, she'd been spending a lot of time around Liu Mingyan again, huh. It was always funny hearing the younger demon generations picking up modern slang. If Airplane wouldn't have ended up super dead almost as soon as he arrived, he'd love to see how their royal demon families handled the generation gap getting so much more dramatic now that their realms were in conjunction again for the first time in he didn't care how many thousand years. He was willing to bet that Lord Sha would shrug it off, but Mobei-jun's uncle? His dad? Hilarious.
Not that Mobei-jun hardly ever spoke around him, so Airplane's assumptions about him acquiring modern speech patterns were mostly theoretical, but it was funny! He could maybe use it as inspiration for a skit in one of his short spinoff stories! He was very careful to hide the sources of his inspiration, of course, but he was still so glad Mobei-jun definitely never read any of his stuff. He didn't need to know how much inspiration Airplane had taken from his... everything.
Anyway, he was trying to banter with Sha Hualing and making her feel ignored was never a good idea. "Oh, were you going for manic pixie dream girl on purpose? I've never been sure."
She leaned in (eep!), red (berry bright, juicy, stop trying to narrate real life like it's a lead in to some last minute before the deadline filler papapa, come on, especially not about these assholes you call friends sometimes when the shivering purse dog you have where other people keep their self-respect is napping on the job!!)
Yes! Anyway! Red lips, very nice mouth he supposed if you were into that sort of thing, but it curved into a very mean little smile that wouldn't have been out of place on any of the meaner wives in his novels. Which wasn't surprising, Airplane guessed. He drew inspiration from many sources, he was a man of varied tastes that could cater to a wide range of paying readers!
"And you never will be," she told him smoothly, giggling as he whined.
He was still sick! This was patient abuse! Or something!
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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
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Where CANON and FANON collide!
Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading
Chapter 10 is now available on AO3 - “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Currently 10 chapters completed: 256K Words Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
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Here are two snippets from Chapter 10; one for Eddie and one for Buck.
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Eddie
“I won’t hold you long but I have a question for you.”
“Ok, I’m listening.” Captain Mehta responds.
Eddie looks around to make sure no one is in earshot of them, then he says, “This may sound strange but I don’t remember a lot about the day I was shot.”
Captain Mehta nods.
Eddie continues. “My therapist suggested I ask someone who was there to help me fill in the gaps so is there anything you can tell me about what happened after I went down?”
“Diaz, I was there but after you were hit, I remember tackling Buckley to remove him from the line of fire and I spent the rest of the time trying to secure the scene and I was on the radio calling for help.”
Eddie nods then says, “Ok thanks.”
Captain Mehta tilts his head to the side and returns a look like Eddie should know who to ask. In a low voice he asks, “Have you asked Buckley about it?”
“No.” Eddie knows he should but he decides not to say anything else.
“Hmm. Well, my suggestion is you talk to him because he was the one who pulled you out of the line of fire and I didn’t see either of you again until he pulled you out from underneath the ladder truck.”
“Thanks Captain Mehta.”
“Your welcome Diaz and you should really talk to Buckley about this because he should be able to fill in the gaps for you.”
Eddie nods and Captain Mehta gets inside of his Battalion #2 SUV.
Will Eddie talk to Buck about the shooting like Captain Mehta suggested?
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Buck
Buck’s perplexed now because he thought Chimney would be able to help him. He asks, “What can you tell me?”
“Well… once you were lowered to the ground, we put you on a stretcher and me and Hen assessed you. You weren’t breathing…” He trails off as he watches Buck become uncomfortable.
“Are you sure you want me to talk about this?”
“Uh… yeah, I need to hear it.”
Chimney keeps a watchful eye on him. “Well, I started doing compressions on you and then we got you loaded into the ambulance.”
Buck nods then asks, “How did I get down from the aerial?”
Chimney sighs. “Buck, you should talk to Eddie.”
“Why?”
“Because he can tell you more about what happened before you were lowered to the ground and he can tell you what happened after we got you to the hospital.”
Buck frustratedly asks, “Why can’t you tell me?”
Chimney can tell Buck’s getting upset so he calmly says, “As I stated earlier, I was on the ground doing crowd control but Eddie was the one on the base of the aerial controlling the ladder. He can tell you what happened before you were lowered to the ground because Bobby was calling it in, Hen was on the ground with me then she backed the ambulance into position. I got back onto the base of the ladder but Buck… you need to talk to Eddie.”
Will Buck talk to Eddie about the lightning strike like Chimney suggested?
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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - Will be posted soon.
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Come Away With Me
Come Away With Me
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only
Kink: Anasteemaphilia - a sexual preference for partners of a vastly different height than oneself. It can present as a preference for partners who are significantly shorter or partners who are significantly taller.
Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, blood, gore, kidnapping, noncon (like for real dark shit), dirty talk, light praise
Relationships: Troll!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2162
A/N: Troll - a dwarf or giant in Scandinavian folklore inhabiting caves or hills. We have gone with LARGE for this one pals... an uh he makes it fit. You can thank my 2am stomach ache for this one.
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You crossed the bridge every day. A song quietly falling from your lips as you pushed your small cart to the market and then home again in the evening. It was tiring work; the load was heavy, and the coin never truly enough, but you didn’t quit. It was too safe a job for someone like you to give up on. The stories you’d heard about women working outside the market always sent a shiver down your spine. You were safer out in the open than you would in a pub or a dark bookstore.
You would also miss your friend.
He’s shy, doesn’t really say much of anything, but he’s sweet. Well, you assume it’s a he, and that he is real and not just some coyotes in the woods or local kids being mean. You leave small amounts of fruits and vegetables and flowers for him, nothing special. The bridge between the village and your cottage is old and magic, or so your grandmother told you. It just became a habit when you took over the cart to leave an offering of sorts on the bridge.
Each evening you'd leave what you could afford and each morning it would be gone. Sometimes certain vegetables were left behind, carrots in particular. Your friend seemed to really enjoy when you left plums. Though the tree was still young, it bore small amounts of fruit this season. When you left one behind, a little bruised and misshapen, the next morning you found an old hat where you always left your offering.
The cap was battered and worn, a small emblem on it had been ripped off and there was a hole in it, but the plum pit that sat on top told you it was the bridge, or the spirit of the bridge thanking you for your offering. You didn't want to question it, didn't think about it, because suddenly the long days and early mornings were just a little better. You wore the old hat from that day on.
But the villagers they didn't like that. When you explained to the fishmonger how you came across it, one morning after he'd asked, he sneered and turned up his nose. The cobbler did the same, as did the entire market thereafter. Rumors spread that you were some heretic, not to be spoken to or to have dealings with. On the busiest day of the week, you sold barely anything. And that pattern continued, your cart just as heavy as it had been at the start of the day.
Your offering grew smaller, unable to afford to give any more. But still you weren’t making ends meet. So you did something you promised your grandmother you wouldn’t do. You got a job at the pub as a barmaid. Guilt swirled in your belly that first evening when you had nothing to offer the bridge. The handful of coins you had earned were carefully stashed in the lining of your coat since it was so late at night. There were no lovely plums or flowers to be offered. You stood in the middle of it, trying to decide what to do. Did you leave a coin and risk it being stolen, or do you leave nothing and hope that misfortune doesn’t befall you further?
“Oi, bridge bitch,” someone shouted in the darkness, their voice slurring into the cool night air. “Y-ou wanna give me an off-erring?”
You clutched your coat tighter around your chest, frozen in fear as the burly man stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. You pressed yourself into the stone railing as he approached you, a breath trapped in your chest. He plucked your hat off your head and tossed it over the side. You felt the tears burn your eyes, your voice lost on your tongue.
“You wanna offer me-me that-”
The sentence was never finished. A giant, scarred hand grabbed his head, crushing his skull with a simple squeeze. Blood and visceral spewed from between the meaty fingers, spraying across your front. Every part of you shook, a heavy breath nearly blowing you over as the hand released the lifeless body. The hand shook off the bits carelessly, flinging chunks across the bridge and making bile ride in your throat.
A rush of cool air behind you and suddenly you were standing face to face with… with a…
"T-tr-troll," you squeaked, head tilted all the way back to look at his scarred features. "I-I-I-I-"
You were caught in a loop, unable to scream in terror, unable to run, just a stuttering mess standing before one of the most feared creatures in the world. You dropped your gaze when his piercing blue eyes became too much. In his clean hand, your cap was pinched between two fingers.
"Here, plum," he set the hat back on your head. "Hafta make sure everyone knows you're Bucky's."
"Bucky?" Your lips trembled as the large fingers caressed your face, tracing your cheek and sliding down to your throat. His big thumb pulled at your bottom lip.
"Yeah, me, this is my bridge and you are my precious… tiny… plum."
Fat tears slipped down your cheek. Your body trembled under the immense weight of his stare, blue eyes being swallowed up by his pupils. The heat radiating from his tarnish body caused sweat to form under your thick coat. Every part of him was built to stomp and crush and kill.
What had you done?
"No, no, no little plum, no tears. I've been dreaming about this night." He tried to smile, revealing slightly crooked teeth, but all you could think of was how they'd feel ripping your flesh from the bones. A sob rattled your chest. "I rescued you, l-like a knight, and I'm gonna take you away from all of this. I used all your gifts, I planted a garden for-for us and-and-”
He yanked you into his chest, crushing your cheek into the worn and sweaty material of his shirt. Hands, terrifyingly large and strong, roamed over your body, felt your body tremble under him, but they didn’t stop. Bucky lifted you into the air until your face nearly touched his, more hiccuped cries pouring from your mouth.
“P-puh-please,” you sobbed. "I just wanna go home."
"Shh, it's okay, plum, we'll go home," he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours, like he was trying to soothe you.
You didn't fight as the troll carried you away, leaping over the bridge and causing you to shriek in terror. Whatever life you had before was dead, either because of your own doings leading up to this point or from the monster now taking control. If you survived, made it back to the village somehow, you would no doubt be blamed for murder. Your luck had truly soured. The gods had turned their backs on you. You’d never see your grandmother again.
Bucky’s barbarous steps shook the trees and made the ground quake as he crouched under the bridge.
“Watch this,” he murmured, shrugging his shoulder to force your head up.
Your weak sniffle echoed around the arch. You stared at the dry stone wall, rubbing the heel of your hand into your eyes to try and stop the tears. A nervous smile spread across his barrelled towards the wall. Before the choked sound could pass your lips, the wall shimmered into nothing, revealing a lush valley that practically glowed in the moonlight. Your heart leapt into your throat.
At the center of the valley was a stone hut, a blazing fire crackled and crickets chirped. Bucky walked down the short hill talking the whole way about plans he had for you, for him, for both of you. He kicked open the door, and you were struck by how massive everything was. It was all troll size, of course, from the pans that hung over the fireplace to the washbasin to the bed that was tucked into the far corner of the room. Dried flowers and sprigs of herbs you had left as offerings hung on one fall, as did a ribbon you’d lost on a windy day a few weeks ago. Though it was stained with something now, the satin ruined.
He was still holding you.
“I-I-I had a lots a plans, was going to add more to the house, this wasn’t h-how I wanted it to look when you got here, but I couldn’t not save you. Nobody hurts my plum.” He squeezed you, forcing the air from your lungs when his fingered curled so tightly together they almost touched.
“Bucky,” you said, gasping for air and clawing at his hands.
He looked down at you. Your pleading gaze meeting the same strange one from the bridge. His eyes dilated as they flicked from his hold around your waist to your face. A tight knot formed in your chest as the hunger you saw in his gaze. The harder you tried to breathe, the more your vision blurred.
“Lotta plans, little plum, but they-they don’t really matter anymore.”
Just when you thought you might explode or pass out, his grip released. You collapsed onto the bed and ragged, quaking breaths tearing your throat apart. The sheet smelled surprisingly fresh, like roses and violets you’d grow at home. A hand wrapped around your leg, pulled you to the edge harshly. Bucky snapped and tore at your clothes, tossing the shreds to the far side of the room until you were left naked and shivering below him. You begged him to stop, but he refused to listen.
"Every part of you is so… tiny." He breathed, hands dragging up your legs, your hips, all the way to your face. "I could crush you, rip you right in half."
He brought his weight down to your pelvis when you tried to squirm away, heavy cock pressed against your tummy
"No," you sobbed, fresh tears burning your eyes. "Please, I haven't-"
"Plum," he groaned, biting off the end of your confession. His lips crashed down on yours, devoured and consumed your cries. "Knew you were going to be the one, knew you'd be so sweet and ripe for me."
With your body still pinned beneath him, he removed his clothes. More scars were revealed, old jagged marks that had long since healed but looked so angry, showed what damage he could do and take. You refused to look lower than his chest, terrified of what you'd find. The trembling returned to your body as you tried to hold back your tears. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you squeezed your eyes shut.
It felt bigger, hotter, harder outside of his trousers. He rubbed his cock against your stomach, whimpering at the friction against your soft skin. Precum flowed from his cock, soaking your skin in his slimy essence.
"S-s-so beautiful, little plum. Just like I dreamed about. So perfect. Fuck, g-gon-na fill you up so good. Promise I'll be as gentle."
His hands easily wrapped around your thighs, spreading them to the point of pain until he could fit his hips between them.
A scream, filled with anguish and defeat, tore through your throat when he prodded at your dry cunt. He stopped almost instantly, not removing what little of himself he'd shoved into you, but not going any further. You couldn't see his face, couldn't tell if he was enjoying your pain or taking greater pleasure in it. His monstrous thumb traced patterns against the inside of your thighs, moving higher and higher until he was stroking your clit.
"Stay still plum, this will m-make it better, easier. Just let me take care of you."
He forced pleasure on to you. Bucky pressed kisses against your tear-stained cheeks, licked and sucked at the skin around your neck and shoulder. Shocks and shivers rained down your spine, the tension building in the base of your neck made your muscles shake. His thumbs kept toying with your body, swirling and rubbing and pinching. Your hands twisted the sheets beside you, heat rolled through your body. His cock eased deeper into you, your traitorous body sucking him the slicker your pussy got.
"That's it, plum, doing so good. Kn-knew you could take it, fit my cock in your b-b-bitty body. Just need to c-cum and I'll be able to slide right in."
You shook your head, even as your body seemed to agree with his words. The tension inside you wound tighter and tighter, forcing your back off the bed until it snapped. Your vision swam as your pussy fluttered around the tip of his cock. Bucky bit down hard into your shoulder, his hips trying to pulse forward to fully enjoy your wet heat.
"I can't," you whimpered as he pushed in deeper. "I can't, I can't. Please, Bucky, no more."
"Plum, don't fight, promi-ise it'll fit. Promise, I'm gonna make it fit. Cause you're my little, tiny precious plum."
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Dream;
- usually really aware when you guys plan date nights! Even with his busy schedule, he’s on top of remembering important nights - he doesn’t want you to feel neglected or forgotten :’)
- however he can get forgetful when he’s playing with Sap and George, or streaming, but when he does oh, he feels devastated and will definitely become clingy
[Short imagine]
12:30 PM - he’d forgotten. You sighed, closing your phone and slouching into the couch, listening to your boyfriend’s laughs echo throughout your shared home; Sapnap’s screams filtering through as well.
Frowning, you turned on the living room TV and turned on Netflix, deciding that a movie would take away from the small sting in your gut. You knew he hadn’t meant to get sucked up into his work, and this one time of a few that he’d forgotten, but that doesn’t stop the sadness twisting in your gut. Turning on the Twilight series, and obviously horrible but entertaining favorite [team Jacob anyone?] before grabbing your warmed-up Panda Express and engrossing yourself into the world of vampires and werewolves.
2:45 AM
Dream groaned as his screen flashed a dull red, congratulating George and Sap about their win from their Minecraft Manhunt; 2 hunters. Glancing at the time, he rubbed at his face and clicked out of everything, ending his video. Stretching he leaned back and glanced towards the bed, expecting you to already be cuddled up and passed out, but the comfy queen was empty…
Furrowing his brows, he scooted his chair back and left his room, moving downstairs as Sap came out of his room, still grinning.
“Hey man, nice hunt, though I’m surprised you made it go for so long,” Sap groaned as he joined Dream on the stairwell making the dirty blonde frown.
“What’re you talking about? Manhunts always go for a couple of hours?” Dream snorted as Sap frowned, only to sigh and pat his friend on the shoulder.
“Dude… You had date night tonight..?”
Dream’s eyes widened as he rushed further downstairs, turning into the living room and frowning at the sight. You curled up into the corner, an empty container on the coffee table and the credits rolling of The Twilight Saga; new moon. Squatting down next to you, he gently cradled your cheek as you hummed in sleep, cracking open your eyes as you broke into a smile, your eyes settling on your frowning boyfriend.
“Hiya handsome,”
“Hi, baby… Fuck, I’m so sorry I forgot,” Dream leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, nose, chin, lips - anywhere his lips could reach as you chuckled, raising your hand and threading it through his hair. “I just got so lost in the video, but that’s no excuse I promise I’ll make it up to you-”
“Dream, babe it’s okay, this is like… The first time you’ve forgotten, just don’t make it a full-time thing, yeah?” You laughed as Dream dove into you, circling your waist with his arms and picking you up, causing you to yell out.
“Clay!”
“We’re going to bed, and I’m not letting you go until I see fit,” Dream stated, carrying you upstairs as you glanced to Sapnap, waving to him before you and your still disappointed boyfriend disappeared into his room.
Sapnap
- he’s definitely more forgetful than Dream, but he tries okay?
- a lot more clingy when he realizes what he did, definitely becomes more of a hopeless romantic
[Short imagine]
“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” You turned away from the fridge, seeing Dream entering from the living room as you shrugged, closing it with a sigh.
“Yeah, we should’ve left half an hour ago but he joined Karl’s stream… Again.” You mumbled the last bit as Dream frowned, leaning against the cabinets as you messed with the strings of your boyfriends’ basketball shorts.
“Aren’t you gonna say something?”
“Honestly? Probably not, I mean we’ve already had a talk about if he forgets-” you paused when a sudden crash came from upstairs, causing you and Dream to turn towards the stairs as Sap came barreling down. You blinked as he stood in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.
“Hi, bubs,”
“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimhorribleicantbelieveiforgotimsosososorry-” Sap mumbled into your skin, as you reached up, ruffling his hair as he pressed kisses along your neck, going along your shoulder before trailing back up and pressing his lips against your chin before settling back between your shoulder and throat.
Dream snickered from next to you guys as he dug into the fridge, digging out some pizza from lunch as Sap looked up and glared at his friend. “So, what reminded you?” The dirty blonde hummed, getting ready for his dinner as your brunette boyfriend scoffed.
“I obviously reminded myself! I’m not that-” he paused as a chime came from his shorts’ pocket causing him to cringe. Furrowing your brows, you reached in and tugged out his phone, breaking into a smile as you realized it was an alarm.
‘ Date Night Idiot!’ had been going off for an hour, you assuming Sap had snoozed it, not realizing why his alarm was going off.
“Dumb.. Okay! I had to set a few reminders,” Sap mumbled, pressing more kisses to your warmed skin, trying to hide away from his embarrassment. You closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket before grabbing his hand and tugging him upstairs with you, his head hung low as you went into his room, besides a small light from his screen. You jumped onto his bed, opening your arms as Sap shot you a small grin and dove into you, cuddling into your chest and pressing more kisses to your free skin, his hand sneaking up your shirt just resting against your skin, rubbing his thumb across your navel while smiling into your kiss.
“I know I’m extremely forgetful when it comes to romantic stuff, but please always know that I love you even if I have a shitty way of showing it,” he mumbled against your lips, moving his hand from your stomach to your face, holding your cheek as you stared at each other. Sure, you could be upset at him, you could ignore him, maybe argue… But why miss out on warm cuddles and make-up kisses?
Karl
- he’s the one who usually makes the dates up! He always tries to make sure his streams and recording don’t overlap the days you agreed on
- but who says you always remember?
[Short imagine]
It was the long-awaited shock & facecam stream! You had promised to follow in your friend’s - George, Sap, and Dream’s - steps in a shock stream and even threw in a facecam if your followers had gotten one of your posts to hit one million likes, and your fans did not disappoint! Your tweet promising this stream had hit two million likes, 10,506 retweets, and continuous replies. So, here you were, setting up for your stream when Karl walked in…
“Sweetness..? What’re you, uh, what’re you doing..?” He nervously giggled as he stood beside you, his hands nervously tugging on your hoodie as you turned towards him, frowning.
“I’m getting ready for the shock stream? Remember? I planned this a couple months ago and we agreed on today?” You blinked at your boyfriend. You both had talked about this stream since you arranged the day - why is it suddenly a problem?
“Oh, well, remember we agreed that today - tonight - was going to be date night? We were gonna watch some of the new season of Survivor?” Karl hummed as you blinked, turning fully towards him with your eyes wide as you glanced towards your starting soon screen. You could feel your heart plummet into your stomach - you had done the one thing you and Karl agreed to never do, yet here you were..
“Baby, oh my god, I’m- holy shit, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, rubbing your face as Karl shot you a small grin, scooting closer and musing your hair as you leaned into his touch, cradling your own face with dread coursing through you.
“Bubs, it’s okay, I know you’ve been planning this, and I should’ve thought ahead-”
“No!” You burst, gripping his wrist and pressing light kisses to it before groaning against his skin. “No, it’s not okay, we always try and plan for us to have date nights between our busy schedules and it’s such an asshole thing for me to not double-check that it was-” Karl leaned down, quieting you with pressing his lips to yours. You melted into it as he turned your chair to face him more, causing him to grip your hands tightly in his before pulling away.
“It’s okay because I want you to go through with this stream! You’ve been excited about it and I know the guys are wanting to join, besides-” he paused, pressing butterfly-like kisses to your hands as you grinned at your boyfriend.
“Date night can be any night for us,”
“So, what I’m hearing is you love me more than Survivor?” You giggled as Karl furrowed his brows and scoffed, dropping your hands dramatically before pulling his gaming chair next to yours as you began to set up your facecams’ final touches.
“I love you, like a lot, but know your boundaries, Bubs,” Karl scoffed as you rolled your eyes, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and clicking through your screens before popping up on your stream with a ‘Hey guys!’
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helloooo~
long time no writing and im so sorry about that - life has gotten a little crazy and I sort of lost motivation to write a lot again. i hope these headcanons and my future idea for some can hold you over until I have some sort of - lack of better word - motivation :'D
until tomorrow, i hope you have a beautiful day ~ J
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Crushing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.”
A/N: I love baby genius, season one Reid so much. I wanted to give him a soulmate. Soulmate is you: shy and also a baby genius. Okay, thanks for reading. This was honestly just for me.
CW: Implied Smut, Mild Cursing, shitty writing
“Who...Who is that?” Dr. Spencer Reid, debatably the wordiest boy Derek Morgan had ever met, was suddenly at a loss for words. Maybe it was your perfectly sculpted face, your shoes, the copy of The Kreutzer Sonata held to your chest, your chest, or maybe a mix of it all. Whatever it was, at sight of you walking through the office doors, he was stripped of his ability to speak.
“That’s JJ’s new intern.” Morgan said plainly, before noticing the completely enamored look on his friend’s face. “What, pretty boy?” Reid couldn’t even be bothered to reply. He was too busy studying every detail of your frame.
“You think she’s cute or something kid?” Morgan playfully jabbed his shoulder, Spencer’s face instantly flushing an embarrassing shade of red.
“What?!” He shrieked, “I-no! That’s not..No!” That’s a lie.
“I just..I didn’t know JJ was getting an intern.” That though, was true.
“She’s supposed to be pretty impressive. Let’s go meet her.” he started in the direction of the coffee stand, where you and JJ had begun chatting. Before Spencer could protest out of his shyness, he was being dragged along.
“Morgan,” JJ smiled, “Spence,” she nodded in his direction, “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My godsent savior.” JJ beamed in your direction.
You smiled more sheepishly then you would’ve liked, muttering a “Hopefully.” that got a laugh from Morgan and a “Oh, please.” from JJ, but nothing from the man in the glasses. You did your best not to read into it.
“Derek Morgan.” the muscular agent extended his hand to shake yours, an offer you timidly but happily accepted.
The taller, lankier, younger, incredibly cute man next to him stuffed one of his hands in his pocket and shifted uncomfortably with a small wave, “I’m uh, Doctor Spencer Reid, oh! Uh, you don’t have to, uh call me Doctor. No..” He shook his head, “Just Spencer is fine.” He looked at you with wide eyes that sent butterflies berserk in your stomach and swiped his tongue in between his lips that only made them go crazier. JJ had told you all about the team. About the magnificently brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid, his 3 PhDs and eidetic memory, and all the other quirks you’d have to know in order to work with him, but had failed to mention how utterly hot he was. You felt a crush hijacking your system already. Dear god.
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Your hands gripped your book tighter as you shifted onto your tiptoes, “I’ve heard really exceptional things.”
The conversation was set to continue, but Morgan and JJ were summoned by Hotch to the closed doors of his office. Leaving the resident genius and you starting at each other with tight lip smiles.
Spencer started first, “The Kreutzer Sonata is great.” He excitedly continued, “It uh, it actually used to be a pretty bold book to carry around. After the work had been forbidden in Russia by censors, there was actually a mimeographed version that was widely circulated. Then in 1890, the United States Post Office Department prohibited the mailing of newspapers containing serialized installments of it too. Theodore Roosevelt even called Tolstoy a-”
His enthusiasm was beyond endearing. You finished for him with a soft smile, "Sexual moral pervert.”
Spencer’s lips upturned in a smile. It was rare somebody in the office could finish his sentences. And he couldn’t help but replay the crass words being said in your soft voice. He felt a crush hijacking his system already. Dear god.
“Most people don’t recognize it in the original Russian.” Spencer heard you say.
“Most people probably wouldn’t recognize it in English.” he retorted.
You laughed, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Spencer wasn’t even kidding. “I’m not joking.” He shook his head. “It’s unfortunate how many people aren’t even vaguely familiar with Tolstoy.”
“It is.” you agreed. “You went to Caltech, correct?”
He smiled, “Yes.”
“I almost did too. Decided last minute on Columbia.”
“You went to Columbia?” he asked.
“I just graduated.”
“How old are you?” he asked before quickly correcting himself, “I’m sorry! That was forward! I am not...I’m not trying to undermine your studies with your age, I promise. I’m just curious.”
“No! It’s okay!” You got out fast. “I’m 19. I graduated high school a little bit early.”
“Me too.” He smiled. “12, actually.”
Your eyes went wide, “12?”
“Yes, um, in a Las Vegas public high school.” He winced, but the self-deprecation somehow came out charming, “I uh,” His eyes narrowed, “didn’t go to a lot of parties.”
That made you wholeheartedly laugh. “Me neither! I graduated at 15, which you know is the age everybody else starts. It created a really weird dynamic because the older kids in my grade didn’t like me, but the underclassmen my age really didn’t like me.”
Instead of the laugh you were expecting, Spencer just gave you a pensive stare.
“Um..I can’t see why. I think you’re very likeable.” The compliment would’ve been strange exchanged by anybody other than Spencer to you.
“Wait till you get to know me.” You said it through a smile but so softly you were afraid he might not be able to hear it, but he did.
And that was confirmed when he flashed you the most incredible, toothy grin you’d ever seen. “I uh, I doubt there will be any change in opinion.”
“Well, um, I’m sure- I think! You’re very likeable as well Dr. Reid.” you said.
“That’s what you say now.” He retorted in the same coy tone you had earlier.
You shook your head, “You’ll find I can be insufferably stubborn.”
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After two weeks, there was little Spencer could do to hide his massive crush affinity for you from the team.
In the bullpen:
You guys had locked eyes and were mouthing out exchanged of No’s and Yes’s from across the room. There was an ongoing half-serious dispute about whether or not Xanthippe slept with Plato.
Morgan glided in his wheeled chair to whisper into Spencer’s ear.
“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.” He said, shoving files into the cabinet below Reid’s desk.
“I’m..I’m not.. I--what? Bedr--No!” Reid whisper-shouted back.
On the jet:
“Reid?” Gideon called Spencer, “Chess?” He motioned towards the board.
“Yes, sure. Just give me a second. I’m almost done. I’m reading Infinite Jest. I don’t usually enjoy literature if it isn’t classic, even less so if it’s American. But..” Spencer smiled, “Y/N likes the author.” He continued his fast-paced reading of the third-to-last chapter of the book.
Morgan and Gideon exchanged glances.
Even in front of you:
You opened a sugar packet and began stirring.
“De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium is still some of the best work on heliocentric theory out there, I think. Copernicus knew what he was talking about!” You spun on your heels to see Reid’s face contorted in disagreement. You giggled, “Don’t give me that face! I’m right!”
He took a sip of his coffee as to keep himself quiet. “Listen, cosmological theory is for…”
But the pair of you were interrupted, it was Elle, standing behind you and in front of Spencer.
“New skirt?” Elle asked as you turned, back now facing Reid. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee too.
“Yes!” You excitedly nodded. “You like it?”
Elle looked up and down, but not at you. The judgmental eyes were for the man behind you. She pursed her lips, “Not just me.”
The only face redder than yours was Reid’s.
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Nights spent in a bar after a case that had dragged on far too long was nothing new, but the energy tonight was especially light. Gideon had refused, but everybody else was just relaxed, even Hotch, and the team just got happier at each other's happiness. It was great, really. As Hotch and Morgan sipped on whiskey, JJ and Penelope had already downed four sugary, colorful cocktails and were in a whispered fit of giggles. Elle and Spencer settled on a tamer option of an IPA Spencer couldn’t name.
“SPENCER!” Penelope excitedly shouted, “Y/N is literally you! You’re both adorable! You’re both geniuses! You’re both young!” She drew on her rant, “And if you have a crush on her you should just tell her!” JJ’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she tried to cover Penelope’s mouth.
Morgan and Elle erupted in soft laughter while Hotch cracked an uncharacteristically amused smile.
“Spence, I swear, I didn’t say that! I just...I may have mentioned how happy you get every time she’s around! And how you guys can talk for literally hours!” JJ defended, her words slurring in silly drunkenness.
Spencer rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time they teased him about you, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either.
“I don’t have a crush on her! We just….we like the same things! It gives us a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah?” Morgan said through a laugh, “And what is it that boy and girl wonder talk about so much?”
“Well, uh.. a lot of things. But I find she gets the most excited when we are discussing the theories of postmodernism, in that apparent realities are actually just social constructs and veritable realities are subject to change, and uh... we like to talk about linguistics….political philosophy….history... mathematic theory...and uh, oh! Doctor Who.”
Spencer was blushing and spoke about you like a teenage girl did their boyband crush, and the team noticed. They didn’t even need to say it out loud. Spencer gathered from the way they looked back at him.
“I heard she lent you a book too, Reid.” Hotch said before taking a sip from his glass.
“Yes! She did!” He smiled, “It was her copy of Pale Fire. She has an impressive collection of 19th century Russian literature. All in its original dialect! Some of it’s even annotated, which usually would annoy me but since it’s her thoughts and notes I sort of find it endearing.”
“Dr. Reid is endeared!” Greenaway shrieked.
“Yeah,” he nodded, pushing his glasses up a little higher on his nose, “I find her incredibly endearing.”
“Y’all that sounded like a dorky love confession.” Morgan said as the team erupted in laughter and Reid’s head fell in a smile. There was no point in denying it anymore: He really, really liked you.
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Within two months, you and Spencer had finally put your shyness aside, and spent a very lovely evening at watching an orchestra at the Smithsonian Music, and sharing noodles at your favorite Thai restaurant. And then you guys spent some time on your couch. And then in your bed. And then in the shower. And then in the kitchen. You were both very sexually frustrated.
For the following two months, as soon as you both stepped out of the office, it was very, very hard to keep your hands off each other. Could either of you help it though? Teenage geniuses don’t experience parties, or football games, or clumsy sex. The time was perfect to make up for it.
And you guys did. The sex part at least. “Football involves a lot of dirt. And germs. And sweat.”
“Oh my god!” you shrieked. His hands were in a place they found themselves more and more often: Your pants.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, continuing his pattern of small circles on that particular bundle of nerves.
“It feels great.” You nodded.
“I uh, I’ve been researching the female anatomy.”
You closed your eyes and nodded your head, but trying to focus on your boyfriends newfound intellect. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”
He watched your undoing with boyish adoration and curiosity before swallowing, “Very.”
“Oh fuck!” Your legs began to shake, “Spencee...I’m gonn--”
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You and Spencer just understood each other.
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