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The New Girl in Tinseltown - Chapter 1 - Ukiyo

A Dieter Bravo x Actress! Reader PR Marriage AU

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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: Tired of being pigeonholed into your good girl persona, you take a chance on a night out with Dieter Bravo, America's favorite Bad Boy. A drunken night leads to the two of you in Las Vegas...

Chapter Warnings and Tags: (Not So) meet cute, PR Relationships, what happens in Vegas ends up in the headlines, Dieter just does not give a FUCK, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, a look at the inner workings of Tinseltown and the sleaziness it comes with, Somnophilia, Slightly Dub-Con (but she's into it), cunnilingus, SLOW BURN WE DONT KNOW IT, this is unhinged, no use of y/n, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 3.1 K

A/N: After the insistence of some of my readers wanting me to write a Dieter story, I finally bit the bullet! I will be honest - it's tough for me to watch 'The Bubble' in its entirety. Hence, I heavily relied on TikTok and its fabulous edits of Dieter to develop his characterization. This was really fun for me to write, and I hope you all enjoy the ride our favorite trash panda is about to take us on! Gird your loins and your panties, babies!

Ukiyo - living in the moment, detached from the things in life that bother us.

You feel like you're trapped in a surreal, fucked-up dream.

Memories from the night before flooding your mind as you gradually pull yourself back into consciousness.

"It's nothing personal, Dollface, it's just business," the sleazy hot-shot producer whispers in your ear. His hands graze your lower back, and you force a smile amidst the swarm of paparazzi. "I'm not a miracle worker, baby. They want an Angelina, not a Jennifer. Casting America's sweetheart in an R-rated movie? It's a tough sell."

"I'm not exactly jailbait," you retort, turning toward the paparazzo bellowing your name, a practiced smile on your face. "I believe I'm ready to explore different roles-"

"Well, that 'no-nudity' clause is really messing you up, baby. Times are changing, and they want bold, daring, sexy actresses," he remarks, his tone oozing condescension.

The producer's creepy breath tickles your ear, and his hands venture lower down your back. "I can help you with that," he whispers, and the suggestion feels like a toxic cloud hanging in the air, making your skin crawl.

You toss and turn in bed, gripping the silky sheets beneath you. The memory of his touch haunts your thoughts, leaving you uncomfortable and anxious.

"Dieter Bravo," your publicist cautions with a smile, guiding you down the carpet, "is someone you want to avoid tonight, Doll. Save yourself the hassle, seriously."

You furrow your brow, glancing down the red carpet to where Dieter stands. His unruly curls frame his face as he grins widely for the photographers. It's as if he senses your gaze; suddenly, his eyes lock onto yours, eyebrows raised in surprise. A smirk plays on his lips, and he blows a kiss in your direction.

"He's nothing but trouble, I'm surprised they let him on the carpet after what happened last year," your publicist states matter-of-factly.

"Care to remind me?" you breathe, smiling at the cameras. "He seems like a riot."

Your publicist shoots you a look. "Well, I don't consider getting arrested for public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and lewd behavior as something amusing-"

"I don't know, seems like he would be a fun time," you muse, playfully pushing your breasts in Dieter's direction. "Maybe that's what my career needs – someone like Dieter Bravo corrupting America's Sweetheart." Dieter leers at the gesture, waggling his tongue and adjusting himself as he walks backward into the venue, a mischievous grin on his face. "... besides, he hasn't been shy about wanting to 'put his face in between my tits', maybe I should just let him have at it."

"Are you seriously considering tanking your career before it's even taken off?" your publicist groans, steering you into the venue and handing you a flute of champagne. "People like him are like a virus; he'll infect everything about you." He lets out a sigh. "I understand you want to break out of the girl-next-door mold, but getting involved with Dieter Bravo is not the answer."

You take a sip of your champagne as you continue to eye fuck Dieter from across the room. "I don't know, maybe it is."

You're suddenly gasping in pleasure as you're finally jolted awake, the feeling of someone's hot breath against your skin as you arch your back at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck-" you sigh, looking down at the mass of unruly curly hair in between your legs. Dieter licks and parts your folds as you lock eyes with his, a shit-eating grin on his face. You swear you hear an insistent ringing in your head.

"Dieter?" you moan, realizing that what you're hearing is your ringtone from across the hotel room that you don't remember being in. "What-"

"Shh, baby. Let your husband eat you for breakfast," he mumbles against your pussy, his teeth scraping at your clit. He grabs onto your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple as he sticks his other finger into you, eating you out so thoroughly like a starved man. Your cellphone rings again and you're too overwhelmed to care, your head pounding from whatever you drank the night before.

"Husband?" you ask confusedly as you feel yourself about to come.

"That's right, Doll, fuck I feel you squeezing the shit out of my fingers, are you gonna come for your husband?" he pleads, and you realize that you're both stark naked and that you somehow ended up from LA to Las Vegas, getting eaten out by America's Bad Boy in a suite at the Cosmopolitan. How in the fuck did we end up here? you ask yourself in a panic. Why the fuck is Dieter Bravo calling himself my husband?!

You're on your fifth glass of whatever champagne the venue is serving when you suddenly feel someone's hot breath against your ear. "I can't help but notice that you've been eye fucking me the entire night," Dieter groans, taking a seat next to you. "I guess my little ploy of trying to get your attention with that Wired interview worked out in my favor-"

"You know, there are more normal ways to get a girl's attention-"

"Ah, but you're America's Sweetheart, and your pitbull of a publicist won't let me near you, I had to let my-" he gazes at your cleavage, "intentions very clearly known."

"Well, I don't know if it's clearly known," you whisper. "I think you're just going to have to spell it out for me."

He smiles, leaning back in the seat as he spreads his legs, caging you in. "Do you want to have sex with me, Dollface?"

Your phone ringing a third time snaps you out of your reverie as you simultaneously chase your impending orgasm that your husband? is working so damn hard trying to get you there. "Fuck Dieter, I need-"

"What do you need, baby?" he pants, the sound of your slick as he licks at your folds aggressively, the loud squelching echoing throughout the room. "My wife has such a pretty little pussy, my fucking GOD," he praises, "Fuck, if this is heaven, I'm begging to see what hell has in store for me-"

It's obscene.

"Do you need my cock? Didn't get enough of it yesterday, huh?"

"My phone-"

"Fuck your phone," he dismisses as he starts to pump another finger into you, "Do you want your hubby's cock or not, baby?"

"Ye-"

Your legs are suddenly pulled to the edge of the bed, Dieter entering you in one fluid stroke. "Good enough answer for me." He pulls himself back, grabbing one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist as he thrusts aggressively back into you, his balls slapping your asscheeks as he begins to pound into you with a brutal pace. "Fuck, only took me being inside of you the whole night for you to take me in so fucking well-"

You chuckle as he accelerates out of the venue's parking garage in his PA's Mustang convertible, cackling like a madman as he maneuvers through the dwindling streets of LA. "Are you hungry, Dollface?" he yells, almost running a red light, his eyes fixed on the glowing In and Out sign in the distance.

"I shouldn't, I have that screen test next week-"

"Fuck the screen test!" he shouts. "The night is young, and you are gorgeous. Let Dieter take care of you, baby... while I still have you in my grasp. I ain't gonna waste a moment I have you in my orbit!"

He pulls into the In and Out parking lot, cutting the engine, and pulls you into his lap, his face immediately diving into the valley between your breasts. "You can suffocate me with these tits and I would die a happy man," he mumbles against your skin, his growl reverberating throughout your entire body like wildfire. "What do you say, Doll? Would you do me the honors?"

"Fuck Dieter," you moan, tipping your head back in pleasure as his tongue teases the edge of your dress covering your breasts. "Grab my tits," you beg, grabbing his hands for good measure.

"Dieter! My Man!" someone shouts in the distance. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he yells back, "I'm about to fuck this beautiful woman in an In and Out parking lot, what are you doing here?"

"Fuck, can I take a pic, man?" the fan shouts as he approaches the convertible.

Dieter is railing you into oblivion when there's suddenly a heavy knock on the door. Your phone is ringing off the hook, and you can't help but desperately whine as Dieter wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss. "Fuck, can't I fuck my wife in peace?!" he growls at the door, his pace quickening as he urges you to come on his cock. "I ain't answering the fucking door until you milk me dry, baby girl, you gonna come for me?"

"Fuck Dieter, don't fucking stop, please-"

The knocking on the door echoes throughout the room as Dieter suddenly arches his back, squeezing your thighs harshly as he explodes deep into your pussy, his fingers finding your clit as he desperately rubs circles, begging you to come. He slaps it for good measure, the sharp sudden pain making you arch off the bed as you grab ahold of him, screaming into his neck as you're suddenly blinded by a feeling of absolute fucking bliss that no one has ever been able to pull from your wrecked, shaking body.

"That's the fucking spirit, Doll, give me every-"

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" you suddenly hear. "I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING IN THERE!"

Dieter pulls himself out in a huff, not bothering to cover himself as he storms over to the hotel room door, opening it harshly for good measure. "What do you FUCKING WANT-" he growls to the intruder, only to be met with the widening eyes of your publicist, his PA, and the Hotel Manager. Your publisher harshly pushes himself through the threshold, pushing Dieter to the wall as he makes his way to the bedroom, and you hurriedly cover yourself as he bursts through the door.

A phone is thrust into your face, the image of you and Dieter in front of the Graceland Wedding Chapel in the background as you hold your hand up for the camera, Dieter kissing your cheek as the diamond ring on your finger winks back at you. You lift your hand to your face, your eyes widening at the ring on your finger as your publicist glares at you, his chest heaving.

"Do you want to tell me what the fuck happened last night?"

"So how do we fix this?" your publicist groans, the wrinkle between his brows more pronounced. "Maybe we can get this sham of a marriage annulled-"

"I have an idea," Dieter's PA chirps in, "What if we lean into this?"

"Absolutely not!" you find yourself shouting, your hands reaching for the bottle of painkillers on your coffee table. "I'm America's fucking sweetheart, the gossip rags are already having a field day about me getting my tits groped by America's bad boy at a fucking In and Out-"

"If I can recall, Dollface, you put my hands on said tits-" Dieter snarks, pushing his sunglasses down on his face, leaning into your chaise. "Must have done something right, hell, you were practically begging me to marry you, jumped on my lap the moment we got into the convertible-"

"Are you always this vulgar?" you bite back, taking a big gulp of water, some of the liquid spilling down your neck, onto the valley between your breasts. You notice Dieter gulp at the sight, his gaze resting heavily on your chest. He takes a tentative lick on his lips, a small smile forming on the corner of his mouth.

"Only for you, Mrs. Bravo." He winks, smirking.

"Stop that." You quip, crossing your arms around your chest.

"Stop what, Dollface?" he asks coyly, spreading out on the lounge.

"Looking at me like the cat that got the cream," you reply, refusing to meet what you imagine to be his smoldering gaze.

"Well," he breathes, a Cheshire grin on his face. "I most certainly got you to cream, several times-"

"I would think the feelings mutual," you seethe through your teeth. "I mean, I did get you to come in your pants just by sucking on your-"

“You want to land meatier, sexier roles, right? Break free from the rom-com stereotype,” Dieter's PA nervously interjects, “… and you certainly don’t want to face blacklisting in Hollywood due to your recent escapades,” he shoots a meaningful look at his boss. “I believe this marriage might actually be a strategic move. It could help you break out of the girl-next-door image and simultaneously soften Dieter's playboy persona.”

Dieter contemplates this, crossing his legs on the chaise lounge as he glances into the living room of the hotel suite. He smirks at the sight of you with your arms crossed around your chest, recalling the moments when you were pliant in his arms just a few hours ago, begging and whining as he licked and sucked every inch of your delectable skin. His dick twitches at the memory, hungry to be inside of you once more.

Dieter leans back, his fingers tapping on the armrest as he assesses the situation. “A calculated scandal to redefine my image and give her career a new direction? I suppose there's a certain allure to that.”

Your publicist interjects, “It's a risky move, but it could work. Public opinion is volatile. We need to control the narrative, give them a story that captivates and eventually redeems.”

Dieter smirks, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you. “So, America’s sweetheart and I play the happy couple, the media eats it up, and we both get what we want.”

You scoff, “This is insane. I’m not entering into a fake marriage for the sake of our careers.”

Dieter raises an eyebrow, "But what if it's not entirely fake?"

You glare at him, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance crossing your face. "What do you mean, not entirely fake?"

Dieter leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We can keep the public guessing. A little ambiguity goes a long way in the celebrity world. We'll play the part when we need to, but in private, we keep things... interesting."

Your publicist looks skeptical, "That could be a recipe for disaster. What if it backfires? What if the public starts hating both of you?"

Dieter smirks, "Let them talk. Controversy sells, my dear. As long as we control the narrative, we can turn this into a win-win situation."

You cross your arms, feeling a headache coming on. The idea of navigating a fake-real marriage with Dieter is the last thing you want. Yet, there's a strange spark of curiosity. What if this insane plan could actually work?

As you contemplate the proposal, the room is filled with tension, waiting for your response. Dieter raises a curious eyebrow at you, a small smirk playing on his lips as he places his hand on them. He sees you gulp heavily at that, your legs crossing tentatively as you try to play coy. Ah, yes, sweetheart. I see you. I caught you in my web, and I'm going to consume every fucking inch-

You take a deep breath, considering the options laid out in front of you. The publicist watches you with a mix of concern and caution, awaiting your decision.

"I don't like it," you finally say, your tone firm. "But if it helps me keep my career and get the roles I want, I'll play along. Just remember, Dieter, if this blows up in our faces, it's on you."

Dieter grins, satisfied with your response. "Trust me, darling, this is going to be a wild ride. We'll be the talk of the town."

Your publicist rubs his temples, clearly not thrilled with the plan but realizing the potential benefits. "Fine, let's go with it. But we need a strategy, a narrative that controls the story. And we must be careful not to let things spiral out of control."

Dieter nods, already plotting the next move. "Leave it to me. We'll craft a story that keeps them guessing and wanting more. Our little secret, darling."

"... and there will need to be some ground rules," you say firmly, uncrossing your legs as you adjust yourself in front of Dieter, presenting the fact that you still haven't put on underwear under your dress. You smirk as he tries to adjust himself, the sight of his spend still leaking out of your pussy leaving him groaning. "If we are going to do this, you have to be in it for real which means... no fucking little Miss Suzy and embarrassing me. You're going to worship me in public, and make an honest wife out of me."

Dieter leans forward as he locks his darkened eyes at you, licking his lips in anticipation. "Oh baby, I'll show you how I'll make an honest wife of you, several times... maybe as soon as all the suits leave-"

"You love this, don't you?" you breathe, toying with the hem of your top, exposing your lace bralette in his direction. "Thinking you have me all riled up, thinking I'll beg for you-"

"Guys-" Dieter's PA attempts to diffuse the tension in the room, looking nervously at your publicist for backup. "Just think about it, okay? I'll have your lawyers draft up a contract for the both of you to look over."

"Why don't you all just get the fuck out and let me fuck my wife in peace?" he retorts, pulling his robe off for good measure, not a care in the world as his dick stands proudly erect. "You're wasting good light, and I intend to fuck her on every surface of this goddamn suite-"

"Lovely," you sigh into the couch, groaning as you pinch the space in between your eyes. "You're a real class act, you know that?"

"Well, I'll just-" His PA stutters, grabbing his messenger bag. "Let's leave them alone, call us when you get back to LA," he murmurs, motioning for your Publicist to follow him.

"We're not done with this conversation, Dollface," he chides, slinging his bag on his shoulder. "I expect to see you on Monday for the screen test?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be there," you dismiss him with a wave. "I'm sorry, for all of this," you say softly, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Not as sorry as you're going to feel once you see the headlines," he warns. "Brace yourself, Dollface. Don't say I didn't warn you."

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tocomplainfriend · 5 months

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YOU DIDN'T WRITE ANYTHING SIMILAR TO BOJACK BRO! BH has so much structure and essence, it is insane. Specially after S1, the intelligence in those BH scripts is nowhere to be found in HB. In helluva, There are these tiny good things that get murdered every other episode. Things that sound better as concept-than how you developed it. There are so many great jokes that aren't based on saying "dick dick whore fuck", so many of their animal characters work for actually smart animal jokes. Or the tongue twisters! YOU BARELY LET CHARACTER BE BAD PEOPLE. Every social issue they suddenly have a sad pass and their dad was mean and that JUSTIFIES EVERYTHING? Bojack H literally goes against that so hard is impossible you think this way if you understood Todd's speech, or Bojack's interview or the last two fucking episodes of the series. All the main cast also feels almost empty of bad qualities that aren't uwu justified by the plot and writing. Certain things stop just being explanation of characters and how they came to be. It sounds more like you gave your characters a bunch of shitty we are in hell traits + things that you didn't even recognize as problematic. AND TRIED TO SAVE THEM IN THE WRITING as just flaws- or making something else happen to the character to be like "Oh they have it so difficult! They just didn't get taught how to love right" When they are being abusive toxic fucks instead.

I legit believe all of Herb story had something so strong to say about queer issues, then Helluva. Like he literally comes out to BJ, kisses him later on and immediately dismiss it. -And then he gets arrested by the police for having gay sex -as public indecency. Many conservatives complain about it cause Herb ran the Horsing around show, saying "it is a show for children people like him shouldn't flaunt around their alternative lifestyle and ruining America"

(Read the sings LMAO) All of this in the 80s to 90s

Also, this guy's comments

"So, here I am, being your mother, which I know is giving you all sorts of mixed-up ideas about gender, while your brain is still loose and stupid. Just remember, if you become a queer later in life, this isn't my fault! Don't you sing no songs in your nightclub act called, "My Daddy was My Mommy," while gazing longingly at a tangled string of pearls... Pearls are for ladies, Bojack. Pearls are for ladies."

AND THIS GUYYYYY HELLO? They have multiple episodes, including Todd's sexuality- but not all the episodes nor his personality revolve around that! He even made a dating app for Ace people with his girlfriend!

I already have 3 "Bojack Horseman > Helluva Boss" post in this account!

#vivziepop critique #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique

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ptseti · 7 months

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MAURICE BISHOP'S MESSAGE TO AFRICANS IN THE UNITED STATES 19 October 1983 marks the day of the assassination of one the most charismatic African leaders of our time. Maurice Bishop was a prominent political figure in the Caribbean, best known for his leadership in the Grenadian Revolution and the establishment of the New Jewel Movement. The turning point in Bishop's political career came in March 1979, when the New Jewel Movement successfully led a coup against the authoritarian government of Eric Gairy on the Caribbean island nation of Grenada. Bishop was installed as the prime minister, and his administration implemented a series of socialist reforms, including land redistribution, education expansion, and healthcare improvements. The government also developed strong ties with Cuba, which caused concern among Western powers, particularly the United States. On 5 June 1983, Bishop spoke to a room that burst at the seams at Hunter College in New York City. The audience was predominately Africans in America, who had flocked to hear the Grenadian leader speak about how the US government was plotting to destabilize and destroy the revolution in Grenada because it feared African sovereignty and independence. You can hear the electricity in the room. That same October, Maurice Bishop was arrested and assassinated during a coup by a faction the New Jewel Movement, led by Bernard Coard. The internal conflict led to his violent death and opened the door for violent US military occupation.

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delicatebarness · 1 month

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bring him home | chapter four

Summary: It's 3 months after your fight in Germany. Reader is in Wakanda for the first time and comes face to face with someone she thought she never would again.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. (Potentially but not really) Captain America: Civil War & Black Panther. Flash Back Chapter.

Word Count: 1929

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A/N: I wanted to write more about Bucky and Reader's relationship. I thought now would be a good time, not exactly halfway through but enough for their love for each other to have already been set. It was also a lot longer than my typical mid chapter flash back so here we are.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED, OR PUBLISHED TO ANY THIRD-PARTY SITE OR APP. IF ANYONE SEES MY WORK ANYWHERE BUT HERE, IT HAS BEEN REPOSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

As Genius As Your Mind Is

Flying into Wakanda, you couldn't believe you were here. You had been formally invited to meet with Princess Shuri and discuss tech and science. You were incredibly excited. Since Germany, your dad has been much more protective than usual—limited access to the suit, very little mission exposure, and many safety meetings. However, after he received contact from Wakanda explaining that King T’Challa was impressed by your knowledge and passion for new tech; he would love for you to visit and help the country with resources. Tony, being the bragging type of parent, of course, agreed for you to go.

“My daughter was personally chosen by a KING to help develop his country.” Would be all anyone heard about for the next month until the jet landed. Little did he know then that the country was fully developed and far more advanced than any Stark could imagine.

Just as you thought the Wakandan Jet was about to land in a farmer’s field, the sky seemed to open up and you carried on flying. You rushed over to the window as you flew, your jaw dropped as you took in the high-tech skyscrapers and motorways. “Is this real?” Your mind, your brilliant genius mind, could not apprehend your surroundings. So many questions, and possibilities. “Why do you need me?”

You were greeted by King T’Challa himself when you landed, his sister and mother stood by his side.

“Y/N, it’s great to meet you again!” T’Challa exclaimed as you walked out of the jet. “Thankfully the circumstances are an improvement.” You shared a knowing look between the two of you. Fair, you were both technically on the same team during the fight however you did secretly betray said side.

“Your Highness, it is my absolute honor to be in your country,” Once again looking around the scenery surrounding you. “Incredible.” An almost inaudible whisper to yourself as the endless possibilities wandered around your mind. “However, I can’t help but notice that I may be a little out of my league here,” Using your arms to gesture around you. “Wakanda seems pretty well developed already.”

“Miss Stark, as genius as your mind is,” T’Challa began to state as you noticed the long box they started to bring out from inside what you can only guess to be the palace. “It is your heart we require to further our research.”

Panic.

No amount of safety meetings from your dad could have prepared you for this. You start to reach for your hand repulsor as you watch them begin to open the box. Yes, you betrayed a king and his mission to arrest but was it really this drastic?

As the box began to open, your heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. What could be inside that would require your heart rather than your intellect? After the box had opened and you saw the contents, you retracted the repulsor and with trembling hands, you approached the device, your mind racing with possibilities and uncertainties alike. Where did they find this? You knew from your dad's retelling that it had happened but T’Challa? As far as you knew, your dad didn’t know he was anywhere near the fight between him, Steve, and Bucky.

“Your Highness, I don’t mean to sound, I don’t know,” Words all of a sudden had become unknown to you. Thoughts were in a secret language even you couldn’t crack the code to. “How did you get this? And, why does it involve me?”

“Well, Miss Stark, we believe you may be a very important part of his deprogramming,”

“His what?”

Be Careful

Looking out at the field, your heart felt like it had stopped. There he was, armless, hair just as long as it was when you last saw him. It was as if nothing about him had changed, yet, everything seemed to be different. You watched as he threw hay around the field, goats following closely behind him. He looked peaceful, that was until he noticed you standing at the top of the hill watching him.

You began to raise your hand to wave slightly at him, confusion took over his face as a small smile appeared on yours. His thoughts must have been racing with what-ifs and how comes about your sudden appearance in his haven. Neither of you knew who should make their way over to the other first.

“Miss Stark, you are no help just standing there,” Ayo spoke to you through an ear comm. Sighing, you remembered how much you hated this part of the job. Always having voices in your ear. “You need to approach to make cont-.” Her voice was silenced by you, removing the comm. This man had never once hurt you, even when his mind was not his own, he couldn’t. The Winter Soldier tried but James Buchanan Barnes did not allow it.

“Why are you here?” Your body jumped in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you, your guard was down while removing the comm and you didn’t see him jog over to you. “You can’t be here.” He towered over you due to his added height and muscle from the serum.

“Sergeant Barns,” Trying to calm your breathing back down as you looked up at him, trying to stand your ground and not show weakness to his stealth and stance. “I have been invited here to assist Princess Shuri and Ayo in your recovery.” Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes not wanting to see the potential pain that word may cause. “I hope you don’t mind, I don’t quite know myself why me or how I can help but I promise you, I will try my hardest to find you peace.”

“I was peaceful until,” Stopping mid-sentence, he also took a breath before continuing. You could tell he was considering what to say next. Guilt immediately rushed over you as you remembered how his demeanor changed when you showed up. “Until you weren’t safe anymore.” His words hung in the air, a silence fell over us. The only sound was the goats in the distance.

His words continued to teach in the newfound tense atmosphere, and the weight of his confession began to settle heavily on your shoulders. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions began to form within you. You couldn’t find the right words to say back to him. Regret was once again tugging at your heart as the realization of your presence had come with unintended consequences.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, your voice laced with sincerity. “I never meant to cause you any sort of distress.” The air once again felt heavy around you, uncertainty clouded you both. After a moment, Bucky softened, letting out a sigh.

“I know,” He replied, his voice becoming a new sort of gentle. A gentle you’ve never come across in anyone, not even Steve, before. “Just,” he sighed. “Be careful.” The tension began to ease between you, Bucky’s guard lowered and you couldn’t help but notice how his features told his story. The battles he’d fought, both physically and mentally.

“I will,” You made him a promise, determination in your voice as looked into his eyes. “I’ll do everything in my power to ensure everything is alright.”

His eyes softened, and the edges of his lips pulled into a small smile. He didn’t know what it was about you, yet you eased something in him. He couldn’t corrupt that.

“Thank you,” he said, as he fixed the sling around his shoulder. “That means more to me than you know.”

I See You

Before you knew it, you had been in Wakanda for almost a month. Immersing yourself in your work with Shuri and Ayo that will help aid Bucky’s recovery. Shuri explained early on that in conversation with T’Challa when he returned with Bucky, he and Steve discussed how The Winter Soldier and Bucky had responded to your presence. They believed that since you are the only person to have a positive exchange with both then you’d be the best candidate to support him throughout the process.

Of course, you tried your best to stay out of their way as well. It was clear that as much as a Stark you were, Shuri was more adaptable to the science and tech life, having better resources than you could imagine. So, you did what you could in creating a new arm for Bucky. You thought he suited wondering the farm without one. With Ayo, you did what she asked when she asked. If she wanted you to be there for the trigger words therapy, you tried to be. Bucky wouldn’t allow it still. “No.” He’d bark at both you and Ayo whenever he heard that you’d be asked to come to the outskirts.

As every day passed and you both faced new challenges, you were beginning to see progress and small glimpses of the man he was back in the 40s. You began to forge a bond with Bucky, or as you insist on calling him, James. This connection grew as you both opened up more to each other. In the quiet moments, you would be with each other either by an evening fire or walking through the Wakandan countryside. Within the solace of each other’s presence, you learned more about his childhood in the 40s as he learned about yours in the 90s. You began spending the afternoons together tending the goats or beating him at chess.

The peaceful Wakandan Countryside evening encouraged you both to sit by the lake in front of Bucky’s hut. The only sound was the soft lapping of the lake and chess pieces moving around the board. It became evident that Bucky had a remarkable intellect, and you shared an interest in reading and literature too. Shortly after your first day in Wakanda, you were discussing The Hobbit. He opened up about the anticipation surrounding its debut, you introduced him to the film adaptation.

“You didn’t stop me from calling you ‘James’.” You mumbled breaking the silence that had lasted who knows how long, It was the first time since you landed he hadn’t autocorrected you to ‘Bucky’ when you referred to him as James. He responded with a hum focused on the chessboard between you. “I did say ‘It’s your move, James.’,” you repeated. “I called you ‘James’ and you didn’t correct me.”

“I didn’t want you to stop.” He confessed softly as he continued to ponder his next moves.

“Why?”

“When you say my name,” A pause, he was gathering his thoughts. He is debating in his mind on the best way to describe it to you. “It feels like you see me. You see who I truly am, not the mistakes and regrets that replay in my mind.”

“James,” Your voice was louder now, stern with sincerity. It was that moment when he stopped planning what to do next and looked up at you. “I see you.”

Your heart raced as you looked at Bucky, his eyes meeting yours. Without a word, he leaned in. He pressed his lips gently against yours, sending sparks through your body. It was simple yet, felt like it was what you both had been missing. You fit together.

“Thank you,” Letting out a whisper of gratitude as he pulled away from your lips for a moment. You gazed up at him with flushed cheeks and a giggle, your heart swelled with happiness as he pulled you in for another, only this time with longing and passion.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #catws #bucky x y/n #dad!tony stark x daughter!reader #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #tony stark x reader #tony stark #the avengers #the avengers x reader

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Carol: It would help if you all showed up. Looking like a loving, supportive family.

Sam: For how long?

Carol: 10 minutes, tops.

Yelena: See if you can get it down to 5.

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2024 Book Review #19 – Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro

This is the third book I’ve picked up as part of my whole aspirational ‘read a piece of non-SFF capital-l Literature every month’ New Years resolution. Of those three, it is the second I opened only to discover it actually is science fiction and/or fantasy after all. Which is just a very funny thing to happen twice, and also meant the book was significantly less outside my comfort zone than I’d expected. Which did make it quite a pleasant read.

The story follows Klara, an AF (Artificial Friend, a companion robot for children) in a broadly sketched and mildly dystopian future America. At first it just follows her life in the shop where she’s kept, observing the world around her and interacting with the store manager and the other AFs, but the meat of the book is her life with the family who buys her. Over time you learn that Josie, her child, suffers from severe and increasing health issues as a consequence of being ‘lifted’ (genetically enhanced, in some unclear way) in the womb. Klara, being solar-powered and having quietly developed a one-robot religion underpinned by a firm belief in the power and benevolence of Mr. Sun (and a moral opposition to Pollution, which obscures and drives him away) does her best to invoke his help in nourishing and restoring Josie. At the same time, she learns that her job is not just to comfort Josie but, should she die, to be her mother’s replacement goldfish and imitate her perfectly.

The setting is broadly sketched and never really exposited upon – it’s just not something Klara is particularly interested in – but it’s a very modern sort of dystopia. Much of the populace, even among the American professional elite, have been left ‘post-employed’ by robotic automation. The remaining meritocratic elite have embraced novel and risky genetic enhancements for their children, as the only possible way of ensuring they get into a good school and one of the few good careers left. There are fascist militia compounds off in the distance somewhere. The overall feeling is that of a society dimly aware it’s midway through collapsing, but with no ideas of how to arrest its fall. But since Klara has no interest at all in either politics or economics, we only see this as it directly intrudes upon the story, with nary a lecture or manifesto to be seen.

I’ve only ever read one other book by Ishiguro, so I really don’t know how much this generalizes, but the similarities to Never Let Me Go really were striking. Both books are set in really rather horrifying societies, but portrayed in an utterly normalized way by someone who never even thinks to question the real rules they live under. Which is even more striking because in both cases the protagonist is seen by society as only quasi-human – like a person, but existing only in relation to and for the benefit of the people who really matter. And in both cases the story follows the protagonist who lives their life moving through the role they were made for without ever really resisting it, let alone changing it. Not that the roles of ‘friend to sick child’ and ‘mandatory organ donor’ are exactly comparable but, you know.

A definition I’ve always kind of liked for what makes literary fiction, well, literary is that it’s as or more concerned with the beauty and presentation of its prose than it is on the information the prose is conveying. Not at all true in terms of how the term’s actually used (genre is marketing), but it works for me, and lets this book count as literature quite handily. The whole story is told quite tightly from Klara’s point of view, and it’s a pleasure to read. Even if it took me more than a few pages to really understand how she described scenes, always foregrounding the ways they were divided by grids or patterns of the sun’s light.

Portraying the normal human society through the eyes of a naive and somewhat alien narrator to get away without explaining everything is a classic sci fi trope for a reason, but it’s overall used really well here as well.

I’m still not entirely sure how to interpret the sudden intrusion of magical realism with the ending. But otherwise, really quite a good read.

#book review #klara amd the sun #kazuo ishiguro #sff #literature

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The Morally Grey Ch 2: Truth Be Out ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

You tell Peggy Carter all that she wants to know… Your career lies in the balance. And it looks like your honesty will cost you your freedom. Or will it…?

Mommy… Masterlist

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Warnings: little angst, little fluff, black market deals, etc.

Enjoy (:

“I was at the auction to buy Vibranium.” You truthfully revealed.

“Yes, we know that. We only arrested you after you had purchased it.” Peggy stated.

You nodded in recognition.

“Why did you want the Vibranium? And do you know who or from where you were buying it from?” She asked.

“Rumor was that a scientist during the war smuggled some of it to his personal residence before Stark made the rest of it into Captain America’s shield.” You took a breath before continuing,

“I want it for a new line of armored clothing in developing. I’ve studied the material, and from what I have learned, Vibranium has energy storage potential like no other material. It could be revolutionary for the clothing and armory industry.”

The brunette nodded along in understanding.

“I see. Ok and what about your laboratory…?” Peggy asked next.

“It’s mine” you confessed, “And it’s not the only one, I hold multiple properties, a couple of them being labs…”

She hummed in satisfaction to your answer.

“Do you have any dangerous, or otherwise questionable items in your possession that I need to know about?”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Yes…” you murmured.

“Okay, we’ll need to see, inspect, and possibly confiscate any and all of those creations.” The brunette sighed.

You nodded slowly.

“I… understand…” you hesitantly spoke.

“Alright, and then what about…”

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You had fallen asleep at the interrogation table after the long night chat with Agent Carter. You were awoken by the short agent in charge banging on the table. You were startled awake by the noice, sitting up swiftly. The man chuckled lightly before beginning to speak,

“Morning, Sunshine.” He joked, before getting serious again, “So… Agent Carter had a Chat with you last night?”

You were screwed. Going to jail for sure.

But you still didn’t say anything. You just accepted your fate. You took a deep breath. You were ready.

“We can’t hold you for more than 48 hours without cause, so you’re free to go.” He grumbled, uncuffing you from the table, “Gotta hand it to you, you’re a tough one…”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to process the man’s words.

You were free…?

You rubbed your bruised wrists, nodded towards the man, and got up to leave. As you left the room, Agent Carter came up toward you with the personal belongings that you had on yourself at the auction.

“Here are your valuables back.” The brunette spoke, handing you your things back.

“Thank you.” You sighed with a light smile, your tone adding a layer of double meaning into your words.

Peggy nodded in recognition.

“Of course.” She breathed out.

The woman began to walk away, when you grabbed her arm to stop her.

Your body sparked alive with electricity as you touched her…

“Can I maybe… show you my lab? To properly thank you…?” You whispered.

Her eyes lit up and sparkled at your words, but before she could respond, the short man was shouting at Carter to come to his office.

“I’m sorry. Maybe another time?” She quickly offered.

You nodded swiftly, before she had to hurry off into the office, leaving you standing there.

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Chapter 3 out now!!

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Trauma Team Artbook Character Bio Lore

...As gleaned from running artbook scans from 2014 through a sketchy machine translation in the year 2023. I won't post the exact translations for fear of mistranslations ending up reported as fact on wikis and so on, but here's the gist of what Google Translate yields.

CR-S01

Is named Erhard Muller, a fact that already made the rounds in the 2010s

His nationality is also listed as German, though he clearly spent most of his life in America

Most of his backstory isn't anything new compared to in the games, but the artbook does provide a timeline: adopted by Professor Sartre at age 9 after his parents died, enrolled in medical school at age 12 and hailed as the youngest ever to do so, age 13 when Rosalia was adopted, age 16 when the Cumberland Institute incident happened

Erhard and Rose weren't super close siblings, but got along well enough and they had happy lives until the bioterrorism attacked

The government 100% knew Erhard wasn't the culprit when they arrested him - he was the public scapegoat because they couldn't find Albert Sartre, their real person of interest. They never stopped looking for Sartre, and S01's work to reduce his sentence was a quiet compromise for the fact that they, y'know, ruined this kid's life

After learning the truth, S01 is disappointed at his father's betrayal but also chooses to take blame for Sartre's crimes and work off his sentence rather than expose Sartre as the true culprit

Not in-game lore, but according to the concept art section he was nicknamed Chris (CRS) during development. Other people will be funnier about this than I am

Maria Torres

Has the shortest bio and the least amount of new information along with Tomoe, honestly

Born in the slums

Was already at the orphanage at age 10 when Rosalia (age 3) came there

Ended up in rehab of some kind after the orphanage fire

Hank Freebird

Also doesn't have much new compared to the game, sadly

Joined the military out of a sense of justice, left out of disillusionment following John's death and used the medical knowledge he gained in the military to become an orthopedic surgeon (not that this wasn't already implied in the game)

His bio specifically calls him out for being kinda clumsy/goofy. Poor guy

Tomoe Tachibana

Honestly the only thing that's new is a bunch of names, so this is the one time I break my rule and cite a translation directly. TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, IT'S STILL A MACHINE TRANSLATION

The only daughter of the Tachibana Zaibatsu, a global organization run by a family descended from the leader of the Koga Shinobi Army, Hisayori Tachibana.

Gabriel Cunningham

Nationality is listed as Great Britain. Surprise!

His wife Lisa left him with Joshua and went to her parents' six years before the game because she didn't like his lifestyle

Lisa was willing to get back together if Gabe was ever willing to talk to her properly, but as seen in the game he kept his distance. He and Lisa met occasionally over the next six years, but he never saw Joshua - which is of course why Joshua never recognized him in the game

His decision to go through with the divorce was about acceptance of his failings and a desire to do right by Joshua and Lisa

Naomi Kimishima

NOW WE'RE COOKING WITH BACKSTORY

All right, so that bit in Second Opinion where she took a Savato sample after cutting ties with Delphi and used it to bargain amnesty with Caduceus [Europe in the US version; US in the JP version]? Yeah, apparently she transported that sample by CARRYING IT IN HER OWN BODY for Caduceus to extract

Her fatal condition is a result of that, though it's already implied to be a result of GUILT in the game anyway. It was a sudden development a few years later, followed by Derek's six-month diagnosis

There's also details about her illness! Apparently her specific brand of PGS or whatever involves excess serotonin and dopamine production, which she needs meds to regulate.

It also means she's no longer able to operate on the living, which is why she transitions to forensic medicine as part of her plea deal

[Insert grimace here] I don't want to get too into this because this bit because 1) machine translation fears, 2) even perfectly translated it's not likely to be accurate to actual philosophy/terminology anyway, 3) I'm not a doctor I don't know what I'm talking about…

But the bio then starts talking about pranayama and prana, defining prana as life essence and...saying Naomi lacks it because of her condition and its effect on serotonin? I'm not entirely clear on this and I'm hesitant to say anything for sure; the main thing is that they take her illness and use the concept of prana to connect that to...

Her new ability to hear the dead! Apparently Naomi reads the prana left behind in a corpse and translates it into the person's final words via her phone; the worse the damage to the corpse (e.g., skeletonization), the less prana remains and the weaker the voice she hears is

Whether any of this relates to the Healing Touch is not mentioned. IDK man

Technically this was in S01's bio, but it relates more to Naomi: Jacob Tillman originally wanted Naomi to perform his surgery and keep it secret. Naomi was already unable to perform surgery on living people at that point, though, so S01 was Plan B

Rosalia Rossellini

Admired her big brother Erhard :(

Albert Sartre

Adopted Rosalia to study the virus in her blood (that is, he already knew about it by the time he adopted her in case that's ever a timeline question)

Additional Note

If someone with actual knowledge of Japanese corrects me and anything I've written in here, absolutely believe them over me. I'm not the translation hero anyone still in this fandom in the year 2k23 deserves, I'm just the stopgap until maybe one arrives someday.

#trauma center #trauma team #trauma series #trauma center series #cr-s01 #crs01 #erhard muller #naomi kimishima #tomoe tachibana #hank freebird #maria torres #gabriel cunningham #rosalia rossellini #albert sartre #artbook #man i hope this post works this time #free me from reposting #UPDATE: IT WORKS #THANK GOODNESS

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