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myelocin · 3 years

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tomato sauce for hello, and mornings for i love you

synopsis: “you are the who, love is the what, and this is the why.”

genre: fluff | wc: 2,300+

characters: konoha akinori

this is why i need you | jesse ruben

a/n: HALLOW??? HALLOWWW?????? @gg9183 MY ANGEL MY LOVE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO U we will ignore the fact that i am late i meant to post this yst but my laptop updated and i didnt save a fat chunk of this LOL. (speech aside) i love you. konoha loves u. i’m in this corner of the world blowing a candle for u and cheering u on always. happy birthday my best girl <3

It’s a good day to love you today.

Konoha’s up by seven, then at the grocery store by seven forty-five. A quick breakfast in the car: just a bottle of orange juice and a bag of chips that he just knows you’ll scold him for.

Pick up the balloons after heading to the bakery, then finding a way to somehow sneak all of what he has prepared in the house before you wake up. He smiles, delighting in the thought of another year with you.

Three birthdays together, a little apartment situated close to the city, and a multitude of inside jokes that would piss off Bokuto on the days he feels excluded. You snicker with him when he whispers his commentary towards you in the theaters, and he’ll do the same when you critique how the popcorn tastes that day.

There’s a lot of unknowns that balance what keeps the joy afloat, he thinks. He doesn’t know what to say when calling the doctor for his yearly checkup, and he doesn’t know how to counter the what-if scenarios the two of you usually talk about.

Sitting in his car, he chuckles. The rush hour of the morning borders unforgivable today, and while he could have sat still in his car, grumbling about the inconvenience, he settles for huffing towards it instead—defining factors like that as one of the inevitables in life.

So he thinks of you.

He left the house a little before sunrise, with you still asleep in bed. On the left side, wrapped in 75% of the blankets, with the plush cradled in between your arms. Some days he regrets winning that for you. While you said the expression on the hamster’s face mirrors his when he’s coming home from a rough day at work, it’s also the same plush that’s usually sandwiched in-between the two of you every time he tries to hold you at night.

Some days it’s like that, but today, he’s thankful it’s there to keep you company while he’s out here.

He’s always heard about the things people do for love, and while in the beginning he was never one to believe in its influence, as he catches a glimpse of himself on the rearview mirror, he laughs. There’s at least ten paper bags from the grocery store—all of which are meant just for breakfast, and a box with the god-awful hot pink wrapping paper he couldn’t have changed at the very last minute.

It’ll have to make do, he supposes. Slip ups happen sometimes, and in love, perfection is only a far-fetched dream.

In youth, love is make believe. Love is the ice cream truck that passed by his street every afternoon, and the coins his mother would leave out on the kitchen table for him just enough to treat himself. Love is the stories and the idea that he’d find a hand to hold and squeeze tight, even if all the boys in class would roll their eyes and stay away from the cooties.

Love is good.

Then as it stays good, love becomes great.

He learns of that the second he turned twenty and met you on aisle three of the grocery store at 2 in the morning. Pyjama bottoms, hair in a bun, and you’re squinting at the labels—trying to decide whether to get chocolate or vanilla for the frosting.

He said his hello then, because love at that time was also the three second push that came into his life as a show of brevity.

Konoha eases off the brakes, letting the car roll for a good couple of meters before slowly coming into a stop again—the traffic still present.

With a sigh, he resorts to tapping on the steering wheel and reliving through the memories again. He had no game then, he realizes. He approached you with half of the pickup line he plucked from reddit jumbled up as he said it, and he had a tomato sauce stain on his shirt.

Now that he thinks about it, he looked a little sleazy.

But the world has its ways of redefining what it means to be perfect, he supposes. What happened after was you turned your head, two tubs of frosting on either of your hands, and a smile already cracking its way through the prior confusion on your face.

And shit, he remembers, that’s all it took for him to realize that perhaps this is what they mean about the great that comes with the redefinition of love.

From then, you became a fixture of his every day. Three years since tomato sauce stains and your icing dilemma, he still learns more and more about you, finding home and falling in love as the days go by.

So today is a good day to love you.

Your third birthday you’re celebrating with him, and he’s in his car crawling his way through the traffic with a jar of tomato sauce and two kinds of canned icing in the paperbags in the back seat just to commemorate the first hello.

Tapping his finger against the steering wheel, he smiles. There’s a comfort in knowing that you’re headed home. Back to you, back to love.

He hopes that god awful plush is keeping you warm, Konoha thinks with a smile. Then with a laugh, he steps his foot off the brakes again, the world letting what’s there flow as motion comes once more and eases him into the road that brings him closer to you.

An hour later, he’s trudging up the stairs.

To be fair, in the parking lot he did try to think of at least a speech to present to you. Perhaps the classic ‘I love you, babe. Happy birthday,’ followed by a suave look, a bouquet of flowers, and breakfast in bed. He smirks, knowing even though blunt sentimentality has never been you nor his’ style when it comes to communication, you always had a soft spot for the moments where he did remind you that his love will always have the intention to stay.

Staring infront of the door, all it takes to put himself together is a deep breath, an honest smile, and just like that, he’s good to go.

Cake in hand and the strings to the balloon pinched in between his fingers, he nudges the door open, trying to be quiet as he cranes his neck and listens for noise inside the house. Delighting in the silence, he makes his way in, careful so he doesn’t disturb the peace.

Mornings have always been easy with you.

You wake up around the same time as he does, and breakfast is always shared at a table for two. Easy conversation, sleepy smiles, and little chuckles sprinkled before the beginning of the day is kickstarted.

Konoha smiles. There’s a cake with a smiley face iced in the center and a bouquet with all your favorite blooms in tow. A whole lot of love is the product of the bits built one on top of the other from the everyday that remains his—though it’s as much as yours too.

There’s love found in home, three years shown within, and the subtle promise of a lifetime in the presence that stays.

“You know,” a voice jolts him. Konoha, wide eyed, turns towards the kitchen, quickly spotting you.

You’re sat in your usual spot by the window, a bowl of cereal in front of you, and his hoodie wrapped around your frame. You smirk at him, spoon in hand, eyes to him. “If you’re going to surprise me, you could have probably pulled it off if you didn’t have a whole concert in the shower.”

His tongue pokes his cheek, the red on his face displayed in full colors because of how bright the morning is. “Last night you said you were sleeping in, so I figured you’d be knocked the fuck out till 10 or something.”

“That was the plan,” you laugh, shifting your eyes back down to your breakfast and scooping up a bite.

You hear a huff, then when you turn to him, you smile again. Konoha’s standing a little awkwardly in the middle of the living room now. His Donald Duck house slippers on, and his socks aren’t even matching. On top of the paper bags on the table, he’s still trying his hand at balancing the cake, bouquet, and strings from the balloon in his hand.

He’s looking at anywhere but towards you.

Laughing softly under your breath, you throw him a lifeline. “Want me to turn around and have you clean up your entrance so that I can pretend to be surprised when you say happy birthday?”

When you look back up, he’s already made it halfway across the living room, just now stepping into the kitchen to plop down on the seat in front of you. Puffing his cheeks, he sets the boxes down on the clear end of the table and leans forward. Meeting him halfway, you smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple.

In laughter, he eases into love. “Happy birthday,” he smiles.

Smiling along with him, you hold out the spoonful you meant to give to yourself in offering towards him. “Morning.”

Even though he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t pull off the surprise, the smile on his face is still cheeky when he faces you. Mornings are easy, he thinks again, because love is.

“I can still cook for you,” he offers, taking the fork from your hand and reaching in the bowl to pick at the bits of fruit instead of the actual cereal.

You quirk a brow in his direction. “By that do you mean you’ll just plate the takeout you got and hide the boxes so you can tell me you cooked for me?”

“Will that impress you?” Konoha laughs, the smile on his face easy.

“Depends,” you shrug. “What kinda takeout did you get?” Peering into the boxes he tries to shield with his body, he eventually moves away with a laugh when you swat him on the shoulder and poke him to the side. “Was anything even open this early?”

He points the fork with the slice of strawberry in your direction, his face smug. “I ordered in advance.”

Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward and take a bite, laughing when he gives you a look for biting the piece you don’t doubt he’s been eyeing for a while now.

You snort, recalling the memory of him hunched over the desk the other night, shooing you away everytime you’d enter the room. “Tell me you didn’t bother that poor auntie at 11 in the evening just for this?”

He looks away, eyes closed. “I’m a resourceful man.”

“She’s in her sixties and 11 is probably three hours past her bedtime!” you laugh.

Konoha looks at you anyway, smiling. “But are you happy I got you your pastries?”

Eyeing the box, it doesn’t take much for love to resettle into peace again, your joy quickly mirroring his. “You drove all the way there for me?”

“Always for you,” he responds, like it’s the most obvious thing.

You reach forward and pinch his cheek, finding love in the silly bits of him too. “But you always complain about how annoying it is to drive this early in the morning. I know rush hour’s a bitch,” you try to reason.

He shakes his head. “I know. But it’s your day.”

“You drove there last week too when I was craving,” you mutter. Konoha crosses his arms one over the other, and leans his head against it down on the table. Looking through his lashes and up at you, he beams. “That’s because I love you.”

Poking through a bigger piece of fruit from your bowl, you bring the fork towards him, until it’s just barely poking at his lips. “You know, you’re really sweet when you’re decided.”

Accepting the strawberry, Konoha suppresses a chuckle. “I’m always decided when it comes to you, what do you mean?”

Shrugging, you sift through the contents of your bowl, looking for more slices of fruit. You’ll add more next time, you note in the back of your mind. He smiled more when he ate the strawberries instead of the initial blueberry.

“I also got tomato sauce and icing,” he admits, tilting his head to the paper bags still on the coffee table in the living room. “To commemorate hello.”

“So you’re a poet now, I see,” you tease.

“I can be a lot of things in this life.”

You tilt your head. “Like?”

“I’ll tell you once I think about more things that impress you the most.”

You smile. “Just be Akinori.”

He smiles again, love written along the peace in his expression. “Deal.”

“It’s nice to be loved,” you tell him, eyeing the bouquet with the blooms and the cake with the smiley face peeking through the window of the box.

“Because I love you, that’s why,” he replies.

Morning is easy.

A table for two, light conversation, and a history lived and loved even though silence tends to resettle in the room from time to time. Memory relished through love and the flow of the day nurturing enough for him to delight in the moment and feel at ease because this is the kind of love that’s meant to stay kind for a lifetime.

“Happy birthday,” he smiles, and when you look at him, he thanks his lucky stars for that three second rush of brevity that pushed him to begin love with a hello.

ily always <3

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nemirutami · 6 years

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Excuse me for being a weirdo who backreads people's blogs, but I had a small additional question regarding your answer to this ask here: /171315404167/ Do you also hate Alcor? If so, I'm incredibly curious to know why, since never harbored any ill will towards humanity and genuinely cared for the protagonist. (I realize I'm a little biased as I ship them together, but that's beside the point) I do agree most of the characters' motives and views were pretty selfish though.

I LOVE DESU ASKS.... AS EVIDENT BY THE VERY LONG REPLY... (SORRY!)

I’m glad ppl are reading them bc sometimes I feel like I’m yelling directly at a wall and my opinions are just bouncing right off, but I have an answer for that.

I think the game did Alcor disservice in how he was represented. He would have benefited more from being impartial (but he isn’t impartial- and I’ll go more into detail about how he meddles to tip the scales) but I will admit anime!alcor was worse and just a sloppy attempt at making a NGE reference- but I won’t go into that because I could write an essay about how shitty the DESU2 anime is (I think everyone can- no one that played the game liked it and I can’t blame them).

The characters I actually can’t stand are: Yamato and Ronaldo. Because they’re actually the ones that actively go out and wipe out even ALLIES for their own benefit, not gonna lie- I might hate Ronaldo just a tiny bit more because of Makoto’s fate events, even if Yamato is just as bad if not worse. On top of that, they’re both awful hypocrites and unlike Yamato where I can kinda see the appeal, Ronaldo is completely unlikable. Even so, I can enjoy ships with Yamato in them. Tho I ship absolutely no one with Ronaldo because why would you evoke that kind of suffering in anyone.

Everyone else is either bordering on annoying, bland, or just a mean spirited asshole. I feel more sympathy for Keita than I do for Hinako because at least Keita calls everyone a piece of shit, whereas Hinako seems to single out Daichi to shit on... on Daichi’s own route. Fumi also talks down to everyone, but in this case, Daichi’s just caught in the crossfire. Similar with Airi, she hates EVERYONE apparently, and will even punch Jungo. Hinako tho seems to specifically target Daichi on his route like... what the fuck is your problem? You called him an idiot twice in 1 battle Hinako holy shit, go chill??? I will never let this go because BOY was just BREATHING and she went “UGHHH YOU’RE SO STUPID” LIKE LET HIM BREATHE HOLY SHIT IS HE NOT EVEN ALLOWED THAT ANYMORE?

Anyways, onto Alcor.

There’s a lot of plot holes and inconsistencies surrounding how the summoning app actually works (Alcor invented it after all, and gave it to us to use) and all these inconsistencies just make Alcor look bad from a writing standpoint (more of that below). He could have been a good character had he not been written poorly (Much like Yamato and... like 99% of the cast really. Even Daichi suffers from shit writing and I’ll never forgive them for this.) and had the plot not fucked him in the end and basically had him destined to die even on Daichi’s route (which sucks but is understandable since he is a septentrione) perhaps I’d have actually liked him.

I tend to love characters that obsess with the protagonist, and they’re usually my absolute FAVORITE characters. I’m really surprised I didn’t jump on Alcor’s ship with the protag because it HAD the setting I absolutely adored for relationships to form? Especially the alien/human dynamic since I came into DESU2 right after exiting NGE so I was IN THE MOOD. Alcor in and of himself was just. Not satisfying to interact with (bored me to tears too) because of his cryptic messages that (more than anything) just waste time and bring the player nowhere unless they rank up to like 4 right before Yamato basically THROWS EXPOSITION AT YOU AND EXPLAINS THE ENTIRE PLOT ON THE 2ND LAST DAY (it’s even worse and comes even more out of nowhere if you haven’t interacted with Alcor at all in his fate events. More disservice. They should have made Alcor’s fate events more intimate and given Alcor more plot relevant lines within the plot itself instead of his events. Much like... Daichi really. They fucked up with Daichi by making his fate events more relevant to his character growth than the actual plot. I guess they did the same for Alcor but truth be told, I remember so little about Alcor because more than anything Alcor just bored me. Never quite pissed me off. Just bored me.)

Ok, but onto the cake. The things that made me iffy on Alcor’s character in general.

Alcor supposedly gave humans fire and culture and blah blah. Already this is telling me to practice immense amounts of disbelief since it’s well documented how these things came about, but I suppose if no one actually knows the history then they can accept this at face value? I wasn’t tho. He acted responsible for it and it put me in disbelief and just made me think he sounded like an idiot. It also made him seem very arrogant, because it implied people NEEDED to be given culture, and that we just didn’t develop culture and diversity on our own. It implies we were all lifeless husks until he came along and granted it to us. Which is insulting.

The fact he’s a septentrione isn’t foreshadowed well and is very obvious from the second we see him floating and talking to other demons/septentriones since he clearly knows what they’re saying. Not really a character-specific issue. Just more problems of bad writing. “Who is he...” Daichi have you seen a HUMAN float in space like that god fucking damn it i love you but why u so duMB WHY YOU ALL SO DUMB IT’S CLEARLY EITHER A DEMON OR A SEPTENTRIONE, THE REAL QUESTION IS- WHY IS HE HELPING US?

Btw that’s another point. Why is he helping us? Oh, right, because he messed up.

He doesn’t want Yamato’s world, but he gave Yamato the power to reform society. Then, when Yamato tries to do what Alcor granted him the means to do, he’s like. Hm. Well. Shit? This guy’s a fucking psycho. Time to place my bets on the protagonist instead (which he does favor a lot- which doesn’t make him impartial really since he clearly favors explaining things more to Hibiki/Protag than anyone else in the game, and it puts everyone else at a disadvantage when a GOD LIKE ENTITY is behind the protag boosting him to make the “right” choice for humanity). I know Alcor was fascinated by humans and wanted them to live (which is fine), yet he didn’t bother to warn the MILLIONS that died (and remained dead in one of the endings- thanks Alcor) due to his negligence. Knowing about it and at least not issuing a warning is cruel. Sure, he gave people the demon summoning app, but the app was considered a “prank site” (nice advertisement, Alcor) as Daichi said at the start of the game (which i hate more than Yamato himself. Daichi. This. This idiot. This idiot signed his best friend up to a DEATH SITE just cus LOLS- the writing is bullshit, and I really disliked early Daichi, too. I disliked some of later canon-Daichi too because he was just rendered to a joke outside his Fate Events). The writing is really unfair on everyone, and it doesn’t help that the app doesn’t work the way it’s advertised to work anyways, seeing as Alcor can twist it to do what HE needs it to do at any time.

For example, the app is said to send death videos regarding people you’ve made a bond with, but clearly that’s all bullshit considering Alcor manually sends Hibiki a warning (and only Hibiki alone) of Otome’s death video so that NO ONE BUT HIBIKI CAN SAVE HER. This implies he can manipulate the death videos personally and exclude others from receiving videos. This. This is not kind. Not at all. I know he was testing Hibiki, but at THIS RISK? Losing Otome can FUCK YOUR PERFECT RUN and outside game mechanics, ELIMINATE ANOTHER HUMAN LIFE. If he wanted to, he could kill characters he actually doesn’t like this way by basically not sending the videos out to people, which, if you don’t go to save Otome right away- will be the end of her. He’s putting all his bets on you alone and testing you by cutting off everyone else from the app- potentially hindering backup to save Otome. Sure, you save her but you can just as easily kill her. I can’t say this wasn’t a sleazy test because he was basically playing with Otome’s LIFE and showed no signs of remorse. Some love for humans you have Alcor. Shit dude. This isn’t kind at all.

But I guess these are my main qualms about him- at least the ones I remember- but take everything I say with a grain of salt bc I tried to avoid confrontation with him completely in my 2nd and 3rd run so I have vague memories lingering. I don’t hate him? I can actually like him if he’s written well by other people, but given how he is in the game, I can’t say I ever enjoyed interacting with him. He didn’t annoy me other than the 2 times I’ve stated above, where he basically talks down to us about how we got to our culture and how he kinda lets Otome PERISH if we don’t respond quickly enough. I know it was a test to the protagonist’s will, but aren’t the septentriones a test enough of my conviction, Alcor, honestly. Unlike Airi, Hinako, Keita, and everyone else, Alcor doesn’t annoy me at all. Io annoys me more, if not only because the game wanted Daichi to be plot relevant only for Io to get all the spotlight. Io is genuinely maybe the better written character- it’s just such a shame they flipflop on her as a lead when in any other game, she could easily have been a lead. Her love triangle kills any enjoyment I get from her at all tho and just makes me bitter. More bad writing- who would have guessed.

Tho from a shipping standpoint? You can ship Alcor with Hibiki for good reasons, obviously. There’s a clear connection and fascination there that doesn’t surprise me people flock to (because I would have been there too had they just written him better). I don’t really mind the ship itself. When I say “i don’t mind it” I just mean I don’t feel anything for it and I’d probably not draw it for myself. There are really no ships I hate or really... dislike? There’s just stuff I don’t ship, but I can definitely ship Hibiki/Alcor if it was for a plotpoint of some kind in a fic or art or whatever. It depends on the idea really.

I guess it’s too late to say something like this so far into the post, but I like to believe that ANY ship works if the construction/buildup to it is good enough. I believe you can make any character do/say anything under the right circumstances with the right motives without it being OOC or feel out of place. I’d like to think talent is wicked like that- a double edged sword of risky ideas that can either make or break your interpretation/perception depending on how you build it up. Though, that takes effort. Something DESU2 sadly lacks in a lot of ares, but it’s still a game worth playing for the experience and I wouldn’t not recommend it for the good parts that are (while few) really, really good.

#tnt answers asks #LONG BOY LONG... tall boye... thanks for the ask- this was fun #and sorry for... writing so much LMAO MB I TOOK IT TOO SERIOUSLY #BUT NO ONE ASKS ABT DESU2 USUALLY I GOT EXCITED...#yatsuatari

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magnaflourious-nerdity · 6 years

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B99 and The Good Place

YES. THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE THE GOOD PLACE AND BROOKLYN 99 SO MUCH. AND NOBODY EVER WANTS TO TALK TO/WITH ME ABOUT TGP. I made my friend watch it with me just so I could talk about it with someone lol. Also because it's just a genuinely good show. (Next up I'm gonna make her finish iZombie with me too, haha.)SO! For B99Favorite Main Character:Its gotta be either Rosa or Jake. You know I'm in love with both Andy Samburg and Stephanie Beatriz. (especially Stephanie Beatriz, *dreamy sigh*)Fun fact! My favorite side character is Kevin. Whether it's in B99, The Good Place, or on the Thrilling Adventure Hour, I love the deadpan humor of Marc Evan Jackson. He is, after all, a naughty bitch ;p. Favorite Female Character:Oh, for sure this goes to Rosa Diaz. I love her so much and Stephanie Beatriz plays her to absolute perfection. it's so cool to be able to see such a badass lady cop on TV, who both plays to and subverts the typical Strong Silent Badass™ trope. Rosa is from a cooler world than any of us.OTP:I know it's a boring answer, but it's gotta be Jake and Amy. From the jump their relationship was built on mutual (if, admittedly at first, somewhat begrudging) respect and trust. They were friends, which is so rewarding to see. There have been couples like that on TV before, but usually it's all a lot of 'will they, wont they- which can be fun too if done right, like seasons 1 and 2 did -but it's refreshing to see it played in such a different way. Jake just straight up told her and didn't expect anything to come from it. He didn't pressure her to like him back and he didn't even hate on Teddy (until he got all weird and creepy in later seasons, and even then he was polite) while he was dating her. He respects her and treats her well and I will forever remember the scene where he tells everyone why/how he decided to propose to her, it was perfect and truely sweet. Jake and Amy make each other better. He helped her to loosen up a little and compromise without getting rid of her take- charge, eager-to-please attitude or her independance, and in turn she made him into a (slightly) more mature person. Amy helped turn Jake into a (somewhat) functional adult, but she didn't force him to lose his fun, childish side either. They genuinely care for each other in a way that you dont often get to see on TV between Het Couples. Like the episode where Amy takes the Sargent's exam and Jake says he always knew Amy would be his boss one day? HE RESPECTS HER SO MUCH. Almost any other sitcom would have Jake's arc for that episode be about him feeling insecure at the thought of his future wife being his boss, but B99 didn't and I love them for it. Their love is so sweet and believable. I even teared up a little during the wedding scene because I'm an absolute sap like that. I also really, really like the chemistry between Rosa and her potential new girlfriend Alicia (as played by the also amazingly beautiful and talented Gina Rodriguez.) They had immediate chemistry- which I'm huge on -and Alicia seems like a genuinely cool and sweet woman. Anyone who can make Rosa lose her composure in front of people she cares about has gotta be something special. I'm hoping in the next season NBC will let them bring Gina Rodriguez back and she and Rosa will become TV's gayest and most dynamic power couple. That would be pretty sweet. Sorry that this has turned into Rosa and Jake fest. But if it helps, Holt and Kevin are definitely couple goals too and I'm glad Kevin'sgetting so much more screen time. I agree with Jake: I also want them to be my two gay dads. Not that I dont love my dad, I'm just welcoming in the extra role models, lol. Lord k ow I probably need it.NoTP:I love that the show steered away from it, because I wasn't really much a fan of the Boyle/Diaz Dynamic of season 1. But, I do honestly love them as bros together. It's another trope the show subverts since Charles is the one who's super in touch with his emotions and helps out Rosa in her relationships when she has trouble expressing hers. I just... I really love relation/friendships built on trust and respect. It's my jam.Favorite Other Pairings:I know she's not your fave but I do like Gina and Rosa together, they have a fun, snarky vibe together and Gina does genuinely care for Rosa and respect her opinions, way more than she does with most other people. Except maybe Holt. Also Amy and Rosa. I love episodes where the two of them team up together. Basically, what I'm saying here is that I just want Rosa to date ALL the girls on the show, haha.Least Favorite Character:I hate to say it, but I want a huge fan of Pimento? Like, he was dangerous and rude and I know he went through a lot of trauma undercover, but dude needed some help, and I mean just that, really. He needs to be in therapy for his PTSD because it's affecting his relationships and his whole life.I'm not too big a fan of Hitchcock either, just because like... Okay, so, Scully is dumb and occasionally rude, but at least he tries to be nice most of the time and even tries to contribute; Hitchcock is... kind of a jerk most of the time? I know that's the point, but still... like, fix yourself my dude.Also, I do really love to hate The Vulture. He's insufferable, but his dynamic with the team and their hate for him is so much fun to watch. Of course when I say least favorite, I still like these characters, it's just that if I had to pick, it would be these three.Favorite Season/Episode:I actually really like this past season a lot. Like, so much happened! ROSA CAME OUT! JAKE AND AMY GOT MARRIED! HOLT AND KEVIN GOT QUALITY SCREEN TIME AS A COUPLE! It was pretty amazing.I love the episode where Rosa came out to her parents. It was so sweet ♡ and I think it's really important that it ended in such a medium place. Like, that happens to people sometimes other TV shows, sometimes parents dont either accept you wholeheartedly or kick you out and denounce you. Sometimes, you just get stuck in a crappy in between place (note: not deflection btw, my parents are cool with my identity, but I has happened to people I know and it sucks watching them try and get through it without sacrificing the relationship between them and their parent[s]). And we never get to see that because TV likes to focus on the extremes. And Rosa found out that you can find your own family if you need too. Which, as you know, I am always up for in my media. Found family tropes for everyone!Who Would I Date:I mean... look how many times the words Jake and Rosa have come up in this post. In your heart of hearts you know the answer to this question.Rosa (whom I have to separate from her actress because I love them both, and for different reasons) would be a little hard to date for me, just because she's so closed off and sometimes ya girl needs some validation of affection. But she's so...so cool. She does the right thing, even if she'd rather hit the problem in the face with an axe, and I know she's a police officer but it still counts, damnit. She has all these layers to her, like the dancing and the gymnastics and stuff. She doesn't reject traditional femininity, it just doesn't appeal to her. Also I bet she'd make anyone feel hella safe. She's... honestly the best word I can come up with right now is dreamy. Rosa Diaz is a Dreamboat with a capital D, and I'm sorry, but if you dont think so you're wrong.Jake is kind of the polar opposite. The only thing I would see becoming a hypothetical issue in the hypothetical relationship is that I can also be immature and messy and garbage at being an adult. We'd be too similar and it wouldn't help anyone, unlike with Jake and Amy. But he's so sweet and caring and funny. He's a genuinely great guy who respects everyone who deserves it, and sometimes even people who don't. Plus he's definitely a good cuddler and I like being the big spoon, so that would work out well for us.----------------------As for The Good Place:(WARNING! Spoilers for The Good Place are below, so if you're asking me but haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend skipping this until you do watch it, because I don't want to spoil anything for you. It's that good.Favorite Main Character:How, actually, do you choose on this? How?!? I love them all so much, truly. Chidi is a nervous smol (though also very tol) beanpole. Eleanor is always a Mood™ and she shows so much growth over the course of just 2 seasons (same with Michael, but that'smore over the course of 1 season. I'llgive him a pass though because it was entertaining as hell when he finally realized the concept of mortality). Jason became so much more lovable and sweet in season 2. Janet is my favorite omniscient NonBinary robot ever. And Tahani is, to quote Eleanor directly, "A sexy, tan rapunzel. The dream." Plus, she really knows how to go all out with something, which is fun. I loved how into her role as Rhonda Mumps she got. Plus, watching her tell off her parents was so good.I think I'm gonna have to go with Either Chidi Eleanor or Janet. That's as much as I can narrow it down though, because I am weak.Favorite Female Character: Well, since Janet is not a girl, but instead- as mentioned above -an omniscient NonBinary robot person, I'll go with Eleanor. I think I just really relate to her character. Which means I should probably shape up my life, lol. But it's so nice to see a smart, funny, unladylike and kinda sleazy character, who ultimately has that heart of gold and a desire for self-improvement played like this by a woman as a main character. She's like the likeable, morally gray sidekick in so many romcoms, but she gets to be the focus for once. I dig it. Also, I tend to flock towards bi-coded characters. Have you seen Eleanor's collection of flannels (Janet could literally get her anything to wear, but mah girl craves that bi aesthetic)? Any of her interactions with Tahani? That girl is bi af, if not pan. OTP:Oh, for sure it's Teleanor (Elhani?). Like, the chemistry between Jameela Jamil and Kristen Bell is so thick. They're so good together! And I swear if I dont get a flashback to attempt #218 at some point I will cry. 2nd OTP is Chidi/Eleanor because a) they're super cute together, B) they make each other better, and C) LOOK MA, ITS AN INTERRACIAL COUPLE AS THE MAIN FOCUS OF A SITCOM WHERE THE POC IS A DUDE! I've heard tell of it in legends but never seen it before in real life! I joke, but seriously, it is neat to see.Runner up: J² (aka Janet & Jason). What can I say? I'm a sucker for cute, oddball couples who shouldn't work but ultimately do.NoTP:I wasn't very keen on Tahani/Jason. Like, it was a fun distraction, and it did lead to the scene where Tahani tells her parents she ate a cheeto, and it also gave us some much needed Janet screen time/character arc stuff, but they just didn't work for me as a couple. I think, though, that that was kind of the point? Like, they needed to make that mutual mistake together so they could get to where they needed to be. Jason grew up a bit and learned to problem solve and Tahani gained confidence and the personal growth she needed to tell off her douchey parents.Favorite Other Pairings: Is it weird to say Shawn/Michael? I feel like it is, but I would still read it. Also maybe Janet/Eleanor. That could be fun.Least Favorite Character:This is slightly less tough than the questions above, but if it came down to it and I had to pick, I'd probably say it's pretty much just amounts to a few of the characters that the show designed for me to hate.Figuratively, everyone in Tahani's family is a garbage human being. And not in like, the fun, likeable way that say Eleanor or Jason were 'garbage people,' but in the awful, 'I would gladly punch you in the face' kind of way instead. Same goes for Eleanor's parents and her roommates (Though the one who remained her friend after she switched up everything in the season finale was okish in S2, what little I saw of her). It's super weird, but I actually do like the demons for the most part. Shawn is amazing to watch, which I, in large part, chalk up to Marc Evan Jackson's performance. And I even liked Vicky and Trevor, in that same, The Vulture from B99 sort of way. So literal demons are more likeable than the characters mentioned above, which should tell you something.Favorite Season/Episode:Season 1 was amazing and that first Cliffhanger twist was wild and awesome and I didn't figure it out until about 30 seconds before Eleanor did because it was so good, but it wasn't just a twist for the sake of it either, like, the season was built around it and makes sense with it, which is really cool to see in a sitcom. HOWEVER, all things being equal and with that said, Season 2 was EVEN BETTER SOMEHOW?!?! they ditched the formula and changed it all up! It's a sitcom! They never do that! And they only spent like what, 1 to 2ish episodes replaying the new attempts? And they focused on some of the Bad Place characters too while they were doing it, so it didn't get boring. That could have so easily happened too, if it hadn't been handled as well as it was by the writers. But it was handled well and they kept changing things up and giving us more info on the characters lives and their deaths and all that good juicy character development stuff I love so much and it was so, so worth watching.Episode wise, season two had my favorite episodes too, starting with the big neighborhood-ending party and all the way up to the finale (the episodes before then were also great, obviously, but that run towards the end had me captivated so thoroughly I almost called in sick to work to finish them, haha.)The stuff where they infiltrate The Bad Place was golden. If I had, had, had to pick a single episode... yeah, nope, I'm still not able to because it comes up a tie between the one where they leave the neighborhood behind or the finale. There was so much good character stuff, and lots of little found family type moments and Mindy even got a little bit of a reward at the end! (Side note: something deep inside of me loves Mindy St. Claire so much and wishes I could have more of her confidence and fuck it attitude). The demons were hilarious and Judge Gen was a delight to watch! This show is just so good, it makes me want to cry a little. Just a bit. I'm so excited for season 3!! Less than a month left yeah! ♡Who Would I Date:It would probably come down to either Janet, or Eleanor. Tahani has potential, but she's too...aristocratic to actually date for me, I think. Chidi would be an amazing partner, but I feel like we're both such anxious people that it would quickly become an unmanageable tornado of stress and bad decision making, lol.Janet would be cool because she's weird and fun and chipper and so sweet, plus she has all the knowledge in the universe which is neat. I do love a smart cookie. And with Janet since I'm more demi/ace-ish and since she doesn't have sex parts, that would take a weight off my mind I think. So check off 'would date a self-aware, omniscient robot' on my list of weird character traits.Eleanor would also be a good candidate too because she's relatively down to earth and laid back, as well as being fun and relatable and just... kind of a cool chick. Plus, I know deep down she actually does care about things and is a decent human being, which is sort of a must in a partner, lol. The only drawback is that we might make each other worse because we'd probably let each other get away with a lot, so it might be somewhat counterproductive to the point of the show, haha. ----------------------Thank you so much for asking these! And for letting me rant and rave over my two favorite sitcoms in what has, apparently, turned out to be a fucking essay on 'Things I love about Brooklyn 99 and The Good Place'. Sorry I got so verbose about it. I'm also sorry that I, as a person, always fail so completely at making choices and narrowing things down, lol. But this was fun! Hopefully you've seen TGP, I'd absolutely hate, hate, hate to spoil such an excellent and surprising show for someone. Assuming you have, I'm gonna run over and ask you about this one too. In fact consider this an open invitation: if you need someone to talk to about B99 or TGP, consider me your gal!

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angel on fire

Summary: Your job was supposed to be simple: watch over Steve Rogers. Never did it occur to you that someone else would attempting to corrupt him. || demon!bucky x angel!reader || oneshot (?)

Warnings: smut and all that entails it ends kinda abruptly though, shitty ending, cursing, mentions of blood/violence, dub consent(??????), overuse of the name angel

Notes: @sanjariti helped me with the title lol, its from a halsey song, im sorry this is terrible

“He saw darkness in her beauty, and she saw beauty in his darkness.”

The job seemed simple enough at first – watch over Steve Rogers and keep his soul on the path of good. It didn’t seem all that hard to you, seeing as the guy had a heart made of gold. Sure, he attracted fights like a flame attracted a moth; maybe he was a little too strongly opinioned on certain topics, but Steve Rogers was a passionate, fiercely loyal man who strived to make the world a better place as best as he could. You’d been on the Earth for a very, very long time – lived so many lifetimes and assumed so many identities that you’d lost count - but you’d never seen a man like Steve Rogers.

You thought it’d be smooth sailing watching Steve Rogers, but boy, you were wrong.

Never once did it occur to you to think about the fact that someone might be trying to corrupt him.

His name was James, and he was sinfully attractive.

The first time you met the demon – the King of Hell himself, to be exact – he was standing outside the apartment you acquired for the time being, leaning beside the door with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging from his pretty lips. His eyes were gleaming pools of black as he glared at you.

“Do tell why a patron of your…status is slumming it in a rundown apartment building on the less than savory side of Brooklyn?” he simply raised an eyebrow at you. You leaned against the opposite wall, cocking your head to the side as you studied him. Honestly, he was nothing you expected him to be. You were banking on the King of all things sin to be an ostentatious, grandeur, well-put together ruler who wore nothing but lavish suits, not a man who looked like he just rolled out of bed after a week of consecutive, nonstop partying. His hair was too long to be dignified, tied into a knot at the base of his neck. He was wearing a plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off his Mark. The blood-red brand shone proudly against the skin of his forearm. The hilt of an angel blade stuck out of his front pocket of his dark, unbelievably tight jeans, an unsubtle way of reminding you of how dangerous he could be.

“I don’t see why it’s any of your concern, filth,” you sneer at him. The bastard merely smirks at you, unaffected by your obvious disdain for his presence.

“You see, babe,” your eyes narrow at the nickname and he grins like a jester, enjoying your annoyance like a kid in a candy shop. He points to the door you’re standing next to, voice accusing when he says, “You’re living right across from Steve Rogers.”

You have two options: either lie about knowing that the possible prodigal savior is your neighbor or come clean as to why you’re living in the middle of a demon-infested neighborhood. Now, being an angel, most would expect you to tell the truth. You simply shrugged, “Are you talking about the blonde guy? Steve’s his name? He’s sweet, helped me bring in boxes the other day.”

“You know damn well what else he is, babe,” a snarl pulled at his lips, all traces of the unaffected ruler gone. He stubbed this cherry of his cigarette out on the palm of his hand, tossing the half-smoke butt to the floor before he crowded you against the wall, hands on either side of you. He dipped his head, lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t think you can save him,” his voice was low, breath hot on your skin. It made a shiver run through your body, your blood boiling with the closeness of him. “He’ll be ours. Our weapon to wield, to slaughter all you holy little pests.”

With a dark laugh, he pushes away from you. He winks. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, babe. I’ll see you later.”

And then he’s gone with a snap of his fingers.

You see him again about two weeks later, in an abandoned warehouse turned sleazy nightclub – Hydra, you hear it’s called.

“I didn’t know angels were capable of looking sinful,”

This time, his eyes are blue, almost shining grey with how pale the hue is. They slide over your body, taking in the skin-tight, risqué ensemble you’ve picked out for the evening. You’re clad in a crimson red dress that absolutely clings to your body, the neckline plunging low enough between your breasts that it exposes your bellybutton.

“I had to blend in,” you shrug your shoulders, kinking an eyebrow at him. The bastard’s dressed in white. How ironic.

“I suppose we’re here for the same reason,” James nods toward the blonde sitting at a table in the back, whom of which is chatting up a pretty brunette woman. You ignore the demon, eyes peering around the place curiously, taking in the bright lights and the sexy atmosphere. You’d never actually been to a place like this before. “Want to dance, angel?”

You cast a glance to the dance floor, taking in the sweaty, too-close bodies swaying against one another. That type of dancing was indecent at best, a felony at worst. “No.”

“Why not?” he was the audacity to look offended, lower lip jutting out in a pout. He steps closer to the barstool you’re on, stepping between your legs. Now, if you weren’t in such a public place, you’d break his own glass over his head. You couldn’t do that, because Steve couldn’t know you were here. “Dance with me, angel.”

He sets his drink on the counter, hands falling to settle on your knees. The touch is electrifying, to say the least, skin almost burning against yours. You wonder if it’s because you’re two completely different beings, your divinity trying to repel his damnation. “Dance with me,” he repeats.

“No.” the word didn’t exactly come out as strong as you wanted to. But nonetheless, James straightens up, hands sliding smoothly into his pockets.

“Okay, angel,” he takes a step back, eyes flashing dark before he gives you a crooked smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He quite literally disappears into thin air. You almost mourn his absence.

The third time you see him, almost a month later, he’s broke in to your apartment. You find him on your couch, black blood oozing from his body in a number of places. He looks barely conscious, black eyes dropping and mouth ajar in pain. His breathing is shallow, ragged as he coughs around the blood in his lungs. “Angel,” he croaks.

You don’t move, staring at the King of Hell’s broken form blankly. You could kill him, right here and right now, take your blade to his throat and end him once and for all. You wouldn’t have to worry about him corrupting Steve, the savior. You could watch over him and live peacefully and not have to worry about the demon interfering.

“Angel,” he reaches a hand out, gritting his teeth together.

You don’t know what compels you to move, but the next thing you know you’re kneeling beside the couch, assessing his body for injuries. His shirt is torn to pieces, letting you see the wounds decorating his torso. The handle of a Christ dagger is shoved right underneath his ribs, searing the skin around it.

You realize why he came to you. He can’t touch it without it causing him more pain. Christ daggers were forged from vibranium, sigils inscribed on the metal to make it impossible for a demon to touch. Only angels and humans could. So as long as it stayed imbedded in James’ body, he couldn’t heal, couldn’t use any of his powers to fend for himself.

Your hands wrap around the hilt, accidentally pushing the weapon in further. He bites back a scream, adam’s apple bobbing in what you recognize as fear.

It would be so easy, so easy to just kill him.

You don’t know why you pull it from his skin, instead. “The stains better be gone by morning.”

When you appear from your bedroom the next morning, there’s a brand-new dark blue couch sitting in your living room, the old, blood-soaked couch nowhere to be seen. Besides the new furniture, the only trace of James is left by a note on the table, elegant handwriting scribed across the paper in blood red ink.

I never figured that I’d be in the debt of an angel. Thank you. – James

For some reason, you spend the rest of the day with a smile on your face.

There are a few human indulgences that you find yourself enjoying. Coffee is one of them. You’re sitting at a table in the back of Marvel’s Coffee House, something called a caramel macchiato sitting in front of you. Steve’s sitting not too far away from you, attention immersed in whatever he was sketching. You’ve learned that Steve could sit at Marvel’s for hours, so you’ve taken the initiative of bringing a book with you this time, Tolstoy’s War and Peace.

“’People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong,’” you look up at the voice of the quote, watching as James slides into the seat across from you, large hands cradling his own cup of coffee.

“Never would’ve pegged you to be a fan of classic literature,” you mutter snidely. “I thought your only hobbies were bleeding out on someone’s couches and bartering for souls, maybe a little bit of whoring yourself out here and there.” Your snarky attitude makes him smile, pink lips curving up at the edges.

“There’s a lot about me that would surprise you.” he shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at him as if to say ‘like what?’ and he laughs, pulling a handful of Hershey’s kisses out of his jacket pocket. “I’m a sucker for chocolate.”

The rest of the time is spent just talking, your book long forgotten as you drink your coffee and share chocolate with one another.

The next time James is in your apartment, you think he’s on a mission to kill you. He bursts through the door with an angel blade clutched tight in his hand, eyes inky pools of hatred. He’s got his free hand around your throat before you can even think to grab a weapon, pinning your body against the wall so hard it cracks the plaster. “You fucking killed them – every last one of them,”

“It was either kill or be killed. You know how it goes.” you can’t help the smirk that graces your lips. You should be scared. You should be absolutely terrified. You should be shaking with fear, but instead you can feel your body simmering with heat, your stomach tightening in a feeling you don’t recognize.

“I should kill you, angel.” there’s a sadistic smile on his face as he tightens his hold around your throat, and you can feel the fire in your blood grow stronger. Your knees almost buckle at the pressure. “I have another idea, though.”

“What are you going to do?” you gasp around his fist, the words coming out breathier than you intended, “Torture me?”

“Something like that,” he chuckles darkly, removing his hand. The angel blade drops to the floor with a muted thud and it takes everything in your willpower not to flinch. “Show me where your room is.”

“Why?” the slap he lands to your face has you tasting salt. He pouts at you, mocking your pain as he swipes away the blood trickling down your chin.

“I don’t want to hurt you, angel, but if you don’t listen, I will.” his voice is quiet, almost hypnotizing as he gazes down at you. “Show me.”

You don’t know how it happens but James gets you naked, spread out across your bed for his eyes to ogle.

“Tell me, angel, have you ever been touched by another?” he trails his fingers over your skin, and the shiver that runs through your body can’t be controlled. You don’t answer him, eyes wide as saucers as you stare at him. He growls at your silence, smacking your thigh hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “If I ask you a question then I expect an answer. Have you ever been touched by another?”

“No,” your voice sounds small and he smiles at that, gingerly smoothing his palm over where he hit you.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he pushes your thighs apart with a grin, exposing the most intimate part of you. Shame flashes through your body and you whimper, trying to close your legs and twist away from him. Holding your legs open, he brings his hand down, slapping your cunt harshly. You cry out, back arching into his half-clothed body.

You’re at his mercy. Embarrassment washes over you when you realize that you like it, that you want it.

“Answer my question, angel, before I have to hit you again.”

“N-no,” you whisper, “I’ve never touched myself.”

He rewards you with a series of kisses to your neck. He’s gentle, all lips and tongue, and it makes you relax, body almost melting into the bed. “That’s it, angel, just relax. I’m going to take care of you.” His voice is so soft, dare you say sweet, and you just want to close your eyes and listen to him all night.

“James.” he looks up when you whisper his name, takes in your pleading face and watery, hazy eyes. He decides he likes that look on you, but he also knows he’ll like it even more when you’re thoroughly taken apart, completely debauched.

“What do you want, angel?” he asked, watching as you bit down on your lip, thinking. He’s patient with you this time, letting you sort out your desires slowly. This is new to you; you’re going to want to think a little bit more.

“Kiss me.”

If your request surprises him, he doesn’t let it show. That annoying smirk you’ve come to adore flitters across his lips before he’s slanting them over yours in a messy, filthy kiss. A possessive sort of pride flushes through him at being the first to taste you like this. He’s the first to have you whimpering in need, hands pulling on his messy mane as he slides his tongue over yours.

He’s going to be the first to take you.

James feels like he’s on fire. His skin simpers with heat, burning him from the inside out as he rocks against you. Your hands slide down his back, searing his flesh. It hurts – it hurts to be touched this intimately by an angel, but fuck it all, he can’t stop. He enjoys the pain, enjoys how it mixes with his pleasure. He’s nearly drunk with the feeling.

When his fingers skim across your folds, you keen. The noise takes you off guard and you wrench away from him, titling your head away as your eyes squeeze closed in mortification. James chuckles, nuzzling underneath your jaw. “It’s alright, angel.” he murmurs, “Make as much noise as you want.”

He watches your face intently as he explores, gathering the wetness pooling at your entrance. With wide eyes, you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tongue curling around them as he tastes you. “That’s filthy.” there’s a blush staining high on your cheeks as you stare at him, pupils as large as they can be, nearly obscuring all the color they held.

“Oh, angel, you haven’t seen filthy yet.” The grin he gives you is your only warning before he’s ducking his head, tongue sliding against your taint. You two moan at the same time – yours high-pitched and needy, his low and feral, a sound coming deep from his gut.

James licks a broad stripe through your folds, swirling around your clit with enough pressure to have you dizzy with pleasure. The moans that spill from your mouth without restraint, growing louder with each passing moment. There’s a knot forming in your stomach, tightening to the point it’s almost overwhelming. “James,” you’re begging, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you cry out. “What’s-?” you cut yourself off with another lewd moan, as he slides a finger into you.

“Just relax, baby.” he soothes, “Let it happen.”

He seems to work harder, tongue focusing on that tiny bundle of nerves with fervor, finger thrusting into you slow and deep. He adds another one before curling them, stroking shallower and a little rougher. He presses against something that has you nearly screaming, hips bucking to push yourself harder against his mouth. “There it is.”

Before long that knot inside you finally breaks and your vision goes white, pleasure and heat zooming through your body to send you into a state of euphoria. You don’t know how long it takes you to come back to yourself but when you do, James is leaning on his side, one hand propped up to hold his head while the other strokes your hip gently. His eyes are that pale color again, shining with smug satisfaction as he gazes at you.

“Who knew sinning could feel so divine?”

You’re sat astride his hips, fingers gently tracing the contours of his muscles, looking between where your touching and his face, watching for his reactions. His eyes had long since turned dark again, too consumed with finding his end. Your fingers leave a red, scorching trail across his skin, no matter how lightly you touch him. He seems to enjoy it – the way you burn him. The longer you explore, the more impatient he becomes, hips titling up to grind against you. “C’mon, angel, ‘m getting impatient here.” his hands clamp down on your hips, pressing you harder against him with a quiet moan.

“I’m nervous.” you admit quietly. He sighs, jaw clenching in frustration.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.” It seems like the words pain him to say, but he lets you go, hands falling slack by his sides. You’re surprised that he’s sacrificing his pleasure for your comfort, even when he already brought you to orgasm. You figured he’d be adamant on equal participation, a tit for tat sort of thing. You always expected him to take what he wanted, yet here he is, willing to let you go.

Seems the Devil has a heart after all. Who would’ve known?

“I want to,” it’s a quiet confession, one that makes your heart race. Oh, if only your brothers and sisters could see you now, giving your virtue to the man who could destroy the world. You’d be stripped of your wings, thrown into purgatory, maybe even killed. “Take me, James.”

You can’t find it in yourself to care.

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