#Where No Man Has Gone Before and Then Some

[bitchface24-7]

SMASH - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: After four gruelling exams so far (and it's only Wednesday!) you're sure your brain is mush. You didn't expect a random student to come up to you in regards to their final project asking you (and other students) one simple question, “What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?” in a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing everyone's thinking, “Smash.”

warnings: going viral, embarrassment, meeting Jayvik and wanting to kys, light hearted teasing, modern au?? I just kinda added phones and social media to the arcane universe, grammarly is my beta now

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

This idea came out of nowhere as I salted my soft-boiled eggs, hope y'all enjoy! Also, I do have a solo Viktor x reader draft. No Jayce ones yet. Jayvik has taken over my mind

This week has been kicking your ass, and its only Wednesday.

You've had four, FOUR exams so far this week and you have three more to go before this semester ends and you can enjoy your summer break.

You feel braindead. You're more energy drink than you are water and blood. Your eyes hurt, you're dragging your feet. You're in your comfiest sweatshirt, cargo pants, and slip-on shoes. Surprisingly your hair is clean, you got a bit of an energy burst yesterday to shower before heading to bed.

Your headphones are on, your music is blasting, and you're walking as fast as you can to your dormitory to get some last minute studying in before you crash out.

What you weren't expecting was a beautiful girl coming up to you with a small microphone attached to her phone. You move one headphone behind your ear, but even then; your hearing isn’t the best due to your exhaustion.

“… think of… inventors… Jayce and Viktor?”

In a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing that comes to mind.

“Smash.”

With that, you put your headphone back on and continue on your walk to your dormitory, not seeing the beautiful girl in a flabbergasted state as her camera man dies of laughter.

Oh, this is gonna go viral.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Friday eventually comes, as does your last exam. With a newfound sense of freedom, you rush to your dorm to hop into bed and sleep for a consecutive forty eight hours before you enjoy your summer off.

You strip off your outfit and put on your comfiest pyjamas. You snuggle up in bed and greatly appreciate the blackout blinds your room has. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, your phone beeps.

From: Caitlyn🔫

Girl… you've gone viral.

You snort as you push yourself onto your elbows and text your best friend back.

To: Caitlyn🔫

Wtf are you talking about???

How the hell would I go viral? I haven't done anything.

Two pings simultaneously come through onto your phone, the first one is maybe a thirty second video, and the second is Caitlyn just laughing at you.

From: Caitlyn🔫

https://www.tiktok.com/holy-hell-she-did-not-just-say-that

Are you sure about that? 💀💀

You furrow your eyebrows and cautiously click the link Caitlyn sent you. It takes a few seconds but the video eventually loads, and there you are.

You’re in one of your favourite outfits, it’s comfy but still looks nice. Your hair is framing your face nicely and you have one of your headphones behind your ear as you look confused at the beautiful woman in front of you. It’s quite obvious you’re exhausted.

She does her whole spiel regarding how this is for her journalism classes final project and how she’s going around the academy’s campus asking people at random a simple question. You look completely lost, you can see your dark circles have dark circles; you cringe at how tired you look.

The video is almost over and you’re wondering what made you go viral in the first place, it’s when there’s fifteen seconds left in the video where you get your answer.

“What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?”

You look blankly at the pretty woman and just casually in a monotone voice state, “Smash.”

You then see yourself put your headphone back on and continue on your previous task of getting home. You then get to see the glorious hilarity of the poor woman sputtering as the camera man laughs. You feel your face burn, it becomes almost unbearable when you see the comments of the video.

They’re just saying what we’re all thinking

Slay

Not a thought behind those eyes except smashing Jayce and Viktor. Same. Ask them to go to Paris.

I love them omfg

On my personal device that my parents pay the wifi for?

Oop 👀 their inside thoughts accidentally became outside words

They got good taste

Quick! Somebody send this to them 💀💀

Don’t let the council see this…

You’re so funny. Please don’t die.

You damn near whip your phone across your room in embarrassment. Why. Why has the gods forsaken you this day? That video was posted two days ago and it’s already wracked up millions of views, over a million likes, and thousands of shares and comments. It’ll be a miracle if Jayce and Viktor haven’t seen that video yet.

From: Caitlyn🔫

Btw I sent Jayce the video, love you ❤️

You scream into your pillow after that. You were supposed to meet them after your final grades were submitted so that you could possibly start working with them on Hextech.

Guess those dreams are ashes now.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You’ve essentially barricaded yourself in your dorm room. No one’s coming in, and you’re not coming out.

Your best friend has other plans.

“C’mon, we planned this meet up like a month ago. Grades are out, you got like straight As. You’ll get the job.”

You cover yourself in more blankets, your voice is quite muffled when you respond back, “Hell no! They’ve seen me embarrass myself in front of millions of viewers. You sent Jayce the video! I’m not going!”

Caitlyn huffs as she rips the blankets off you, you squeal and try to hide again.

“They’re curious about you! They want to meet you.”

“Of course they’re curious about me, I said I wanted to have sex with them!”

Caitlyn cringes at the thought. Objectively she can see that both Viktor and Jayce are very attractive men, but Jayce is her brother and well, she’s always had more appreciation for the female form.

“Seriously, we gotta go. Their schedules are always crazy busy. This is the first time in… forever since they’ve taken some time off.”

You huff, “If anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you.”

Caitlyn smiles at that and throws you an outfit to change into, “I’m totally fine with that.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The walk to the lab is tense. You keep fidgeting with your hair, your clothes, your fingers. Everything.

Caitlyn keeps lightly slapping your hands to stop you from ruining her hard work. She's got you in nice black slacks that show off your pretty legs, a burgundy button-down with a cream vest over top of it, highlighting your waist, and a simple pair of black boots. Everything about this outfit screams sophistication and highlights your beauty.

“Are you sure we can't go back?”

Caitlyn giggles at you, “We’re like a foot away from the lab doors. You should've asked earlier.”

You whip your head to look at her, “Are you saying if I asked earlier, we could have cancelled this meeting?”

“No.”

And with that, Caitlyn knocks on the lab doors and you feel yourself blanche due to nerves. You're gonna die, you're barely into your twenties and you're going to die.

You've had a good life so far.

You truly feel like you've seen the pearly gates when a tall, broad man with a beaming smile opens the door, “Sprout, you made it!”

He exclaims as he brings Caitlyn into a massive hug. Caitlyn squawks a bit at the strength but hugs the handsome man back. You just awkwardly stand there biting your lip, stopping your intrusive thoughts of jumping out the window. You'll probably break an ankle, but it'd be worth it.

A rhythmic thump breaks you out of your stupor and you see an incredibly attractive man come up to you. He's tall, lean, and has the most beautiful bone structure you've ever seen. His eyes are like molten gold.

He quirks an eyebrow at your admirative glance and holds a hand out, the other firmly holding onto his cane, “You must be Miss. Kiramman’s friend. My name is Viktor. Welcome to the lab.”

You hesitantly go to shake his hand. His palms are cool compared to yours. He's got small calluses everywhere yet his hands are deceptively soft. You ensure you have a good grip on his hand, you were taught a lousy handshake is quite insulting.

A hand is brought down onto your shoulder and you almost gasp in shock, “I’m Jayce.” the tanned man states as Caitlyn tries to fix her ruffled hair. Wow, they are like siblings. Especially since Caitlyn has a sneer on her face as she elbows Jayce in the ribs; effectively causing him to crumple a bit.

You bite your lip and lightly giggle, Viktor shoots you a fond look as he ushers everyone into the lab.

A casual conversation is held before Caitlyn leaves so that you, Jayce, and Viktor can talk privately. You're tempted to screech at her to stay. But you don't.

The atmosphere in the lab is a bit awkward as Jayce just blurts out, “So… What was that video about?”

“Jayce!” Viktor lightly scolds, “You have no tact.”

You choke on an inhale of breath, causing a coughing attack. Jayce pats you on the back, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

“I—uh. Well, I was functioning on about four hours of sleep after two back-to-back exams, and before that, I had an exam on each previous day. So I wasn't in the right mindset when that girl came up to me and asked… that question. I didn't even hear the question fully before I… y’know… answered her.”

Jayce lightly pouts as Viktor shoves his tongue into one of his cheeks, “So… you wouldn't smash us?”

You accidentally bark out a laugh before slapping a hand over your mouth, “I’d be an idiot to say no. But, if we're going to work together… mixing pleasure into it never goes well.”

Viktor and Jayce share a loaded look, “Well…” Viktor's accent purrs out, “If you ever change your mind… you know where to find us.” The man that just rocked your world just casually walks to his desk, his cane rhythmically thumping against the marble floor of the lab.

Jayce drags a hand on your lower back as he shoots a wink over his shoulder, ushering you to the blackboard.

Maybe you being braindead and blunt worked out for you in the end.

[catchastarorten]

hey lovely, i don’t know if you take requests but i absolutely love your works!! i wanted to see if you can do a jun ho fic x fem!reader where jun is in a coma after in ho shoot him on that island and reader has been visiting him every day since at the hospital. and one day he finally wakes ip and reader just takes care of him? just like a baby, food, kisses, cuddles. i feel like our man needs that :(

tyy if you would do this, have a great day or night 🩷🩷

Hello, anon! Here's your request :), I hope I did Jun-ho justice because you're absolutely right, the man needs some love and care, and he's gonna get it here. Hope you enjoy this — lots of love! <3

—Feels better with you.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x lover!fem!reader

Summary: after everything Jun-ho went through, he was in a coma, you were there with him when he finally woke up. He needed you. And you took care of him while he was recovering.

Content: fluff, comfort, kisses, yearning, a little bit of angst, Jun-ho in a coma then waking up, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.0k

Seeing him lying there, hooked up to machines, pale and fragile in a way you’d never seen before, broke something in you. This was the man who had once held you so tightly, who had whispered promises into your skin, who had loved you with a quiet intensity that made you feel untouchable. Now he looked so far away.

You visited him every day after hearing about how he'd been pulled from the ocean. He was in a coma.

You talked to him, your voice soft but steady, telling him about everything and nothing. You read to him, held his hand, brushed the hair from his forehead like you used to on those lazy mornings. And every day, you hoped he’d come back to you.

The day he woke up, it was like the world stopped. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and heavy with exhaustion. Your heart leapt into your throat as you leaned closer, your hands trembling.

Waking up felt like surfacing from a dream that had gone on too long—foggy and disorienting, the kind of dream where Jun-ho wasn't sure if he was still alive or dead. His body was heavy, every muscle aching, but especially from the shot on his shoulder, the weight that it carried.

For a moment, Jun-ho couldn’t remember where he was or why his chest felt so tight, why his head throbbed with such a sharp ache.

But then he saw you.

You were leaning over him, your eyes wide, tears brimming as if you held them back for too long. And when you whispered his name, the sound cracked something deep inside him.

“Jun-ho?” your voice echoed.

He tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, his voice coming out like sandpaper as he rasped your name back. Just your name, like it was the only word he'd held onto all this time. “Y/n…”

And just like that, the weight of the world fell away. You were there, holding his face, your touch soft and grounding, your presence the only thing grounding him to reality. “I’m here,” you told him, your voice thick with relief. “I’m right here.”

The look in your eyes nearly undid him. He wanted to say so much, to explain why he left, to apologize for everything—for leaving without a word, for the pain he knew he’d caused you—but his body betrayed him, too weak to form the sentences in his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, the words barely audible.

“Stop,” you shook your head, tears falling from your eyes. “You don’t have to explain anything right now,” you said gently, your voice a balm to his soul. “Just rest, okay? Please.”

He didn’t argue. He never could with you.

In the days that followed, Jun-ho spent more time watching you than anything else. He was too weak to do much else, and honestly, he didn’t mind. Every time he opened his eyes, you were there—staying with him, and he held your hand as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

You’d talk to him in that soft, steady voice of yours, telling him about the most ordinary things. It didn’t matter what you said. All he cared about was the sound of your voice, the way it wrapped around him like a blanket, comforting and warm. Like he was home again.

There were times, late at night, when you thought he was asleep, and he’d feel your fingers brushing against his, hear the quiet, shaky breaths you took as if trying to hold yourself together. Those moments broke him more than anything else.

He hated himself for leaving you. For disappearing the way he had, knowing how much it would hurt you. But the guilt wasn’t as strong as the relief he felt now, knowing that despite everything, you were still here. You hadn’t given up on him, and he loves you for it.

When he was finally strong enough to sit up on his own, you started bringing him food—simple things like soup or porridge. He’d watch you blow on each spoonful, your lips pursed slightly as you cooled the soup before holding it to his mouth.

He ate obediently, his eyes never leaving you, his gaze flickering to your lips like he was counting the moments until the bowl was empty and he could kiss you again. 

He wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt.

The first time he finally did, you were brushing your fingers through his hair. Without thinking, Jun-ho reached up and caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, then your wrist, his eyes fluttering shut as if the touch alone was enough to heal him.

Your heart clenched as you leaned down to kiss him properly, your lips soft against his. It was slow, tentative. Your lips were warm, familiar, and he felt a shiver run through him as he let himself sink into it.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and raw with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back.

Jun-ho wanted to hold you properly, more than anything. To pull you into his arms and never let go. But the hospital bed wasn’t big enough for that, much to his silent frustration.

You let out a quiet laugh when he gave you a soft frown, but you gave him your arm instead, letting him curl up against you. He rested his head on your hand, his eyes focused on you as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

The frown dissolved from his face, his eyes traced your features as if he was memorizing every little thing about you. His breathing slowed, and you knew he was at peace.

He needed this. All of it. And he needed you.

[p1n-p0int]

Honest to gods, I'm working on that that hc, but hear me y' all...

I have a "Ghost who's too closed off due to his trauma, doesn't talk about his past nor his work (the details he's allowed to say), and a reader who is desperately trying to save him from drowning in his self-hatred, and everything seems fine between them til the day before Simon's countless employments where reader pokes the bear too hard and Ghost snaps at them before leaving for the base" agenda running free in my mind

Like man, he loves you but the constant betrayals he went through, both familial and work related, before making him unable to let you into his comfort zone properly. Don't get me wrong; this man loves you to death and could do anything and everything, illegal or not, for you at the drop of the hat, but the thought of you knowing about his past? It sends him spiralling.

Thus why he doesn't see any issue in keeping you at arm's length and out of his business 'til the night before he has to depart for a mission.

You randomly begin to talk about hypothetical marriage and children you two are going to have one day. A happy life together you wanted for yourself and Simon... He threw you a side-glance telling you to drop it, he told you twice when you insisted on interrogating him as to why a loving family he could come back to from employment sounds bad... He has never meant to verbally snap at you the way he did - you backing away from his reach zone and putting a heavy kitchen table between him and you as an additional barrier, your brain was terrified of the man you were seeing in front of you. But it was not your Simon that was speaking, it was some twisted, traumatized soldier? child? part of him peaking its sorrowful head out, that much you knew - triggered his traumas. He couldn't hold it in. You pushed way too many times and his glass-like wall broke under the pressure.

When he was done ranting off to the grimy image in his head and looked up at you, scared of him, he bolted, grabbing his things and running out of your shared flat, not able to face you and the look on your face that's going to haunt him for the rest of his days. Because, sworn with a hand to his heart, he thought he singlehandedly ended the relationship there and then.

I don't have detailed route options for this one, but definitely, just like for Price, I'm planning for:

that hits all the raw points and talks about all the important topics of mental health, PTSD, self-worth and trust issues, you name it basically. A bit darker, with Ghost literally going through it to make himself better for the reader and first and foremost himself. (Groveling on his knees, fix-it route)

Ghost coming back from the employment, determined to discuss the previous fight with them, explain his side of view... Only to find the reader long gone from their apartment. (Angst route)

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Patchwork

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be so in love and so… ignorant of the roles you had to play, which lead to you breaking up. But that didn’t seem to keep you away from each other since you now act as Bucky’s nurse whenever he gets hurt. Based off my mini fic here.

Stitched Together | Pull the Thread | In Stitches | Frayed Edges | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It had been weeks since that night where you dad almost caught Bucky at your place. Since then, Bucky deterred his people (and himself) from going to you if they needed medical aid. Not only were your dad's people still casing around your neighborhood, but that night really solidified that things definitely weren't meant to be for you and Bucky.

You were living a content and normal life and he was ruining it for you...again. He didn't want to bring you into his shit, but dammit did he miss you. His heart being pulled in your direction whenever you were near.

He pulled away from you before. He could do it again no problem and you can go back to living your life again. You wouldn't have to sneak around behind your dad's back and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone using you against him.

It'll be fine.

Sacrifices needed to be made if he wanted to continue living this life.

________________________

You're pissed off. Bucky has left you on read for weeks. After your dad left that night, you checked on Bucky. Only he wasn't in your room anymore. He snuck out the window only leaving you a note and wad of cash.

You texted him asking if he got home safe and all he did was give you a thumbs up. When you asked if he could come by so you can check on his stitches, he just read the text and didn't respond.

The first few days you were worried that he might've died. But then you randomly ran into Sam at a restaurant and asked if Bucky was okay.

"He's fine. That's all I can say."

"Seriously? That's all you can say?"

He shrugged at you, "Sorry, Y/N, but I have some business to attend to," he gestured to the man across from him, who stared at you with pleading eyes.

"Right. Sorry," you apologized and went back to your table to continue your meal.

You texted Bucky: So did you tell your people they can't talk to me now?

Read

You grumbled and tossed your phone back into your bag, stuffing your face with food to feel better.

Now several weeks have gone by and you've just been pissed to no end. You do your best to not let what happened with Bucky affect your job, but your fellow nurses can see something is wrong.

They did their best to try to get any info out but all you said was that you were essentially ghosted by a friend. That's as much as you could tell them because there was no way you were going to tell that your ex-boyfriend now mob boss of Brooklyn came back into your life and you were providing medical aid to him and his group on the down-low and then he suddenly disappeared on you, only leaving you on Read and it's pissing you off.

Pretty sure if you told them that, word would reach your dad and you were not going to deal with that.

So you just went with being ghosted by a friend and left it at that.

If only you knew Bucky wasn't doing any better.

To everyone in his organization, they could see how on edge he was.

Every time he looked at his phone, there was a gleam of hope in his eyes and then his gaze hardened. His jaw would clench and he would pocket his phone immediately.

They were all confused on why they suddenly weren't allowed to go to you for medical aid. All Bucky had told them was that they "just can't anymore and that's final."

Sam was the most confused. Usually, being Bucky's right hand, he knows everything behind Bucky's reasoning for things. But for this, Bucky didn't tell him anything. Jack shit.

He wanted to help Bucky whatever was going on and not just because Bucky was Sam's boss but also because they're friends. But all Sam got when he asked what down between you and Bucky was "shit happened is all" not giving any hint of what said "shit" was.

All Sam could tell was that there was a dullness in Bucky that he'd never seen before.

_________________

America and Cassie suggested the three of you go out. It was a Friday night and you weren't working the next morning. So you three dressed your best and went to a club that just opened.

It took about forty-five minutes to finally enter the club but it definitely wasn't a disappointment. There were three levels, each filled with people sitting and drinking, the dance floor crowded as music was booming all around.

America led you to the bar, a round of shots to start the night. You clinked the shot glasses with a exclamation of "Cheers!" before downing the clear liquid.

You were then lead to the edge of the dancefloor, the three of you moving your bodies to the music. You felt yourself loosening up as the alcohol made its way through your system and you got into the rhythm of the music.

The night continued on like that. More shots, more dancing, the occasional potty break that took an hour long each time because the line for the women's bathroom was always long. You didn't even know how many shots you'd taken, but you were definitely feeling a little loosey goosey now.

The three of you eventually found yourselves on the third floor of the club. It was restricted to VIPs but America started chatting with a very gorgeous woman and she ended up inviting all three of you to her table she was sharing with some friends. When you reached said table, your eyes widen when you see one of her friends happens to be Bucky, with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap.

In your inebriated state, you went off on him.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN , HUH?! AND WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS?! I WAS WORRIED AS SHIT AND HERE YOU ARE COZYING IT UP AT A NIGHTCLUB?!"

The entire group look between you and Bucky. America asks, "You know him?!"

Bucky shoots up from his seat, apologizing to the woman who was previously on his lap, "Sweetheart, not here."

"OH FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL THE TIMES I-MFF" Bucky cups his hand over your mouth and gives you a stern look.

"You're making a scene!" He then yelps when you bite him, "The fuck, Y/N!"

"YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

The beautiful woman who was on his lap asks, "Are you guys together or something?"

"No!" you both respond in unison.

You glare at Bucky and he sighs, "Fine. Let's talk. We'll go to my office."

"Your off-you own this club?!"

Bucky smirks, "Co-own with my friend, Steve. Now come on before you make a bigger scene." He grabs your hand and you slap at his hand.

"Don't touch me! I can follow you just fine!" You turn back to America and Cassie, "I'll be back."

"You want us to come with you?" Cassie asks.

You shake your head, "It's fine. I'm safe with him...I hope," and you continue to follow Bucky before they ask anymore questions.

____________________

In Bucky's office, you sit on a plush couch, frowning, arms crossed over your chest.

Bucky closes the door and gets a proper look at you, making it very clear he's checking you out. Which pisses you off even more.

"Stop looking and get to explaining, Barnes! I thought something bad happened to you and then I see Sam and all he says to me is that you're fine. Literally, what the fuck, Bucky. If I did something wrong, then at least tell me and not leave me on fucking Read!"

He sighs and runs a hand over his face, "You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart."

You shoulders sag and you look at him sadly, "Then why won't you talk to me?"

Fuck. Bucky's resolve is weakening as you look at him with sad eyes but you also look so gorgeous at the same time.

"It's-I-" he groans, "Fuck, sweetheart, I shouldn't have come back into your life."

"Why?"

"Because it's not gonna go how I want it to. We can't be in each other's lives again. It's not meant to be. I'm a criminal and you're the daughter of the chief of police! Everything I've worked hard for, your dad wants to take down. Not to mention, I'm putting your life in danger just from you knowing me."

"I'm a grown ass woman, Bucky, I can do whatever I want!"

"Would you tell your dad that we're friends again?" He asks with a serious expression on his face.

You gulp, staring at him as you think of what to say. He nods, "Exactly. That night when you helped me and your dad came over, it hit me that it'd always be like that. Sneaking behind your dad's back, not wanting to upset him and me not wanting you to get hurt because of the life I lead. We're doomed, sweetheart. You gotta accept that."

"I don't want to," you murmur sadly, "I like having you in my life again."

"Me too, sweetheart, but these are the cards we're dealt with," he helps you stand to your feet, "Want me to help you find your friends?"

You shake your head sadly, "No."

"Okay. Stay safe out there, sweetheart."

You lean in and peck Bucky on the cheek, "You too, Buck," and you see yourself out of his office, allowing tears to run down your cheeks when you close the door behind you.

[ivy-elle]

How They Defend / Protect You

Feat. Albedo, Scaramouche

Albedo

The sunset is already about to start while you hurry through the streets of Mondstadt, trying to avoid any of the Knights of Favonius in case you get talked off by them.

You’re supposed to meet up with Albedo in front of the city to watch the sunset at the cliff – or rather, Albedo wanted to paint and had invited you to keep him company. Only, your work has held you up longer than expected and now you fear Albedo has either gone without you or, poor guy has been waiting all alone by the bridge.

“By Barbatos! Are you completely-“ You come to a shrieking halt at the same moment a middle-aged man stumbles a few steps backwards, clutching his chest in shock.

Swallowing back a curse you hastily squat down to reach for the firewood he dropped in his distress. “I’m so sorry, Simon. Are you alright?”

“Am I-?”

When you glance back up, you’re surprised by how red his face has turned. Perhaps ‘alright’ wouldn’t be a suited term indeed.

“Say, are you out of your mind! How dare you startle me that immensely?”

Slowly, you rise back up, the woods now secure in your arms.

“Have you got not manner – You should be ashamed of yourself!”

While Simon keeps insulting you, you are admittedly a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst. Of course, it’s not nice to be startled out of now where but – no need to act so harsh, right?

But when he keeps raising his voice and is now basically screaming straight into your face, you get back on track and steady yourself, because how dare he just treat you like that?

“Sir, there is no need to shout” you interfere his triage of rage, feeling your own anger rising, “I can hear you quite well. Besides, no huge enough damage has been done to justify losing one’s civil tongue.”

Simon's eyes flash in fury at your words. “Civil tongue? Have you lost the last of your senses? You should be begging for forgiveness for me not to report the incident to the Knights of Favonius.”

Before your frustration gets the chance to slip through your lips in a way less than civilised response, you feel the gentle touch hand on your shoulder.

“Excuse me. Is something the matter here?”

It’s only when you turn and see Albedo at your side, do you also notice some bystanders who have stopped at the commotion and are now exchanging curious glances.

Great. This is gonna be the talk of town tomorrow.

But despite the situation, Albedo’s presence has its usual calm effect upon you, and you feel your anger settle. A bit at least.

Even Simon seems to paddle back and settle down in his current outburst.

Albedo’s eyes find yours, searching for answers he probably already concluded himself. “Are you alright?”

You nod slowly. “I’m alright.”

His eyes sweep over you once more, before he turns to Simon. “Sir, has there any harm come to you or any of your goods?”

Simon huffs, crossing his arms defiantly. “As far as I can tell, the woods are fine.” Only then does he seem to realise you’re still holding said woods in your arms and his eyes dart to you, narrowing. 

As if sensing another upcoming dispute, Albedo subtly steps in front of you, before declaring in his own appeasing and soft-spoken manner, “While I understand your discomposure, Sir,” he states and you notice his voice also contains a certain firmness, “it is not right to treat your opponent with such approach. It will fuel only more ire, and the outcome won’t serve any of the parties.”

You keep your eyes on Simon, watching the different emotions swirl through his face. Anger, frustration, confusion, and then something akin to disappointment. He nods slowly, but also a bit taken aback by Albedo’s calm demeanour, not knowing where to disseminate his emotions now.

Simons huffs again, almost unsure how to react, so he grabs the wood out of your arms, while deliberately avoiding looking at you and grumbles. “Alright, well, uh, I might’ve just lost my nerves there.”

 “I apologise for startling you," you respond to which he nods once, still avoiding your gaze. His eyes dart to Albedo before clutching his wood and stomping off.

Albedo, who notices the bystanders starting to whisper to each other, gently takes your wrist and guides you past the gates, to the outskirts of town.

The sun is already setting as you stroll quietly along the bridge. You feel his hand on the small of your back, gently leading you forwards.

After a while Albedo breaks the silence. “I apologize if I overstepped by interfering in the dispute. But I did not appreciate the way Simon talked to you, let alone reacted to the incident.”

“I think you handled it fairly eloquent.” A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you glance at him from the side. “The People of Mondstadt are all prone to temper their anger at your demeanour. You’re quite liked among them.”

Albedo gives a soft, amused huff, meeting your eyes. “My dear, I believe you are merely biased in that matter.”

Scaramouche

“With all due respect, Ma’am, but I’ve already been assigned a different role for this mission.”

Your superior Nomura regards you with a sharp look – not even your averted eyes could alleviate the goosebumps crawling down your skin.

“We’ve established this change of plan to be the best strategy, Agent. Are you refusing your duty?”

“No, Ma’am.” You cross your arms formally behind your back, trying to keep your frustration at bay. It’s not unusual for you to be subjected to whatever hell she offers, but normally she at least knows to inform you in an appropriate timing about something as important as that.

“However, I would require time to assess the new circumstances and gather the needed information.”

Nomura tightens her lips as if she’s annoyed by your presence alone. “That won’t be necessary. We do not have the time, and I believe your skills to be sufficient to assess the situation when it arises. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Again, you keep your voice neutral and expression unbothered while you watch her return to the rest of the divisions, which are waiting by the river.

Archons, why couldn’t Nomura inform you earlier? But alas. At least she has trust in your skills.

You huff quietly to yourself as you head to your new division, however Scaramouche’s sudden presence next to you holds you back. How can this man be so fast all the time?

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Even though Scaramouche outranks your Superior – and following that logic you as well – by a long shot, you feel your posture loosen up almost immediately. A familiar calm settling down your bones.

“I am off to act as a scout at the front. To make certain, the area is clear.”

Scaramouche’s eyebrow arch at that “You’re tasked with reconnaissance?”

“Not quite,” you explain, trying to overplay your irritation, but failing miserably. “I’m to remain there until the rest of the division arrives.”

Almost instantly his expression hardens, knowing the dangers and risks of that position. “Who distributed these roles? And more importantly - why have I not been informed?”

You cross your arms in front of you, suddenly feeling like you have to defend yourself in some sort. “It was a last-minute change. I was also informed just now.”

“Are they truly that incapable of decent strategizing? How utterly predictable.”

He lets out a slow, disdainful sigh before he flicks his gaze over to you. “And just so you get this straight, you will certainly not go.”

“What?”

“Are you deaf?” He scoffs and adjusts his collar, feigning nonchalance. “I will not risk my agent for some stupid reconnaissance task. You will remain at my side at the front, as it was originally planned and where your skills are suited best.”

The tone of his voice makes clear there’s no room for discussion left and yet you take a deliberate step closer to him.

“Scara,” you say, wanting to make sure no misconception remains, “this mission needs scouts to clear the area. I can manage that by myself if needed.”

“We’ll manage without scouts.” Scaramouche lets his gaze linger a moment too long, then his eyes narrow. “Or are you questioning my leadership?”

You huff. “This is ridiculous. My role isn’t that important to risk an entire mission for.”

The hardness in his eyes melts away and then he turns to the side, as if suddenly bored of the conversation.

“It is to me.”

Scaramouche keeps his gaze focused on the forest. His voice devoid of any emotion, merely an irritated frown has settled between his browns. “And now shut it, we’re heading off. I’ll handle your superior.”

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hellooo! I stumbled upon your writing on request & it was so good and you deliver it perfectly. So here am I requesting a ff from you. Its about reader/OC where she also an avenger. Bucky is in relationship with her. Most of their mission were almost together & for this one they were separated. It wasn’t unusual but this time Bucky seems more agitated. This cause them to have arguments. Before they could resolve it she was sent to the mission earlier than dated. Bucky regret what he said to her & try to find her to apologise but what he gets was an upsetting news. Her plane had been hijacked. I need angst but with happy ending please. Yearning is good to add too. Thank you so much and sorry if my request was too much. 🤍🩵🤍🩵💗

Hijacked

Warnings: mentions of violence.

Bucky leaned against the sleek counter in the Avengers Tower communal kitchen, nursing his fifth cup of coffee of the day.

The bitter liquid did nothing to ease the churn of unease in his stomach. Y/N had left the room hours ago after their latest argument, the tension still heavy in the air. He hated when they fought, hated the way her voice wavered when she’d told him he was overreacting, and especially hated the way she’d walked away before he could figure out how to apologize.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be sent on separate missions. As one of the most capable field agents on the team, Y/N often worked independently or alongside Natasha, while Bucky found himself paired with Steve or Sam. They always managed, always found their way back to each other. This time, though, something was different. He couldn’t shake the nagging worry gnawing at the edges of his mind, the sense that something was off.

"You're being ridiculous," Y/N had said earlier, her tone sharp but her eyes soft. "I can handle myself, Bucky. You know that."

"I know you can," he’d snapped back, running a hand through his hair. "But that doesn't mean I have to like the idea of you being out there alone. Especially now."

“Now?” she’d echoed, crossing her arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I—” He’d faltered, his frustration overriding his ability to articulate the fear gripping his chest. "I just think we should’ve had more time to prepare. It’s not like they couldn’t have waited a day or two."

She’d sighed then, exasperated. “This is what we do. It’s not always perfect timing.”

And then she’d walked out.

The sound of a nearby chair scraping against the floor jolted Bucky from his thoughts. Sam plopped down across from him, tossing a protein bar onto the counter.

“You look like you’ve been brooding for hours,” Sam remarked, unwrapping the bar. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s mission got moved up,” Bucky muttered, staring into his coffee. “We argued before she left.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“And she’s already gone,” Bucky admitted, his voice low. “I didn’t get to apologize.”

Sam chewed thoughtfully. “She’ll be fine, man. Y/N’s a badass. But you should probably work on this whole ‘bottle-up-your-emotions-until-they-explode’ thing. It’s not a great look.”

Bucky didn’t respond, his mind too tangled with guilt and worry. He couldn’t shake the image of Y/N walking onto the Quinjet, her back rigid and her expression unreadable. He should’ve stopped her. He should’ve said something—anything.

Hours turned into a restless night. Bucky paced his room, glancing at his phone every few minutes, waiting for some kind of update. When the call finally came, it wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Barnes,” Steve’s voice crackled through the line, urgent and grim. “Y/N’s plane has been hijacked.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Bucky gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white.

“What do you mean, hijacked?” he demanded, his voice barely steady.

“En route to the mission,” Steve explained. “The plane went off course. We lost contact about an hour ago.”

Bucky’s chest tightened. An hour. Anything could have happened in that time. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each one more horrifying than the last.

“I’m going after her,” he said immediately, already moving to grab his gear.

“Bucky—” Steve started, but Bucky cut him off.

“Don’t try to talk me out of this,” he growled. “You’d do the same if it were me.”

Steve sighed. “Just… be careful.”

Bucky barely registered Steve’s next words as he ended the call, his mind already racing. His stomach churned with a potent mix of dread and determination as he grabbed his gear, slinging his tactical bag over his shoulder. He could feel the weight of Steve's gaze as he passed him in the hallway.

“She’ll be okay, Buck,” Steve said softly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his own worry. “Y/N’s one of the best.”

Bucky nodded stiffly, but the knot in his chest didn’t loosen. She was the best—that’s what scared him. He knew exactly what kind of danger someone like her would attract. And now she was out there, in the hands of God-knows-who, and the last words he’d said to her were drenched in frustration instead of love.

“Don’t wait up,” Bucky muttered before walking out, leaving Steve in the hallway.

Down in the briefing room, Sam was already poring over satellite data, his brow furrowed in concentration. Natasha stood next to him, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the map projected on the wall.

“Tell me you’ve got something,” Bucky said, his voice taut.

“We’re working on it,” Sam replied, glancing up. “Last known coordinates put her plane about here.” He pointed to a dense patch of forest on the map, far from any major cities or settlements. “But that’s where it went dark. No signals since.”

“What kind of hijackers force a plane down in the middle of nowhere?” Bucky muttered, more to himself than to them.

Natasha gave him a pointed look. “The kind who want privacy. Whoever they are, they knew what they were doing.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “Then we don’t have time to waste. How do we get there?”

“I’ve got a Quinjet ready,” Natasha said, already moving toward the hangar. “Sam’s coming with me to cover the air. You?”

“I’m going on the ground,” Bucky said without hesitation. “I need to find her.”

Natasha didn’t argue, though her gaze lingered on him for a moment. “Fine. But don’t do anything stupid. She’ll need you in one piece.”

Bucky followed them to the hangar, his movements automatic as he loaded up on weapons and gear. Every second felt like an eternity, his mind replaying images of Y/N’s face, the sound of her voice when they’d argued.

“I’ll take the north quadrant,” Sam said as they boarded the Quinjet. “You can have the east. We’ll scan for heat signatures and anything out of the ordinary. Natasha’s running point.”

Bucky nodded absently, his focus already miles ahead of them, in that forest where Y/N was waiting.

As the Quinjet took off, the hum of the engines did little to soothe his nerves. Natasha’s voice crackled through the comms, giving updates on their trajectory, but Bucky barely listened. His gaze was fixed out the window, the cityscape below giving way to sprawling green wilderness.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You good?”

“No,” Bucky admitted, his voice low. “But I will be when I find her.”

Sam studied him for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll get her back. You know that, right?”

Bucky didn’t answer. He couldn’t let himself think about any other possibility.

The Quinjet began to descend, the dense forest rising up to meet them. Natasha’s voice came through the comms again.

“We’re close to the coordinates. There’s a clearing about half a mile east where we can set down. From there, it’s on foot.”

Bucky was already moving toward the hatch, his gear secured and his mind focused. As soon as the Quinjet touched down, he was out, the cool forest air hitting him like a slap.

Sam and Natasha followed, the three of them standing in the shadow of the towering trees.

“Keep in contact,” Natasha said, her voice brisk. “If you find anything, call it in.”

Bucky gave a curt nod before heading east, his steps quick and purposeful. The forest was dense, the underbrush tangling around his boots and the canopy overhead blocking out most of the light. His enhanced senses sharpened, every sound and movement setting him on edge.

“Come on, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the trees. “Give me something.”

The faint smell of smoke caught his attention first, acrid and metallic. He moved toward it, his heart pounding. As he pushed through the underbrush, the wreckage came into view.

The plane was mangled, its nose buried in the dirt and its wings twisted at unnatural angles. Smoke still curled from the fuselage, the acrid scent stinging his nose. Bucky’s breath caught as he took in the scene, his eyes darting over the wreckage for any sign of movement.

“Nat, I’ve found the plane,” he said into his comm, his voice tight.

“Any sign of Y/N?” Natasha’s voice crackled in his ear.

“Not yet,” he said, moving closer. “But I’m not leaving until I do.”

Bucky’s heart pounded as he approached the site, the wreckage stark against the green backdrop. Smoke curled into the air, and the unmistakable scent of burnt metal lingered. He moved silently, his enhanced senses on high alert.

“Come on, Doll,” he murmured under his breath, scanning the area. “Where are you?”

The first sign of life came in the form of muffled voices. Bucky crept closer, his body tensed for a fight. He spotted a group of armed men near the wreckage, their attention focused on something—or someone.

Y/N.

She was on her knees, her hands bound but her gaze defiant. A trickle of blood ran down her temple, but she didn’t look broken. If anything, she looked furious.

Bucky’s chest swelled with both pride and anger. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. One wrong move could put her in more danger. He had to be smart about this.

The fight was over in minutes. Bucky moved like a shadow, taking out the guards one by one. By the time the last man hit the ground, Y/N was already working to free herself.

“Bucky,” she breathed, relief and frustration mingling in her voice.

He was at her side in an instant, his metal hand snapping her restraints like they were nothing. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, though her voice wavered. “But what the hell are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing,” he admitted, his hands hovering over her, unsure where to touch. “I had to make sure you were safe.”

Her expression softened, the anger melting away. “You idiot,” she murmured, throwing her arms around him.

Bucky held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For what I said. For not stopping you. For everything.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You don’t have to apologize. I know you were just worried.”

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice raw. “Not now. Not ever.”

“You won’t,” she promised, her hand cupping his cheek. “I’m right here.”

They made their way back to the Quinjet, leaning on each other for support. Bucky couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, as if reassuring himself that she was really there.

Back at the tower, the rest of the team welcomed them with relieved smiles and teasing remarks. But Bucky didn’t let Y/N out of his sight, his hand always brushing against hers, his presence a constant reminder that she wasn’t alone.

Later, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m never letting you go on a mission alone again,” he murmured.

Y/N chuckled, the sound soft and warm. “We’ll see about that.”

For now, though, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

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Hope you enjoyed it, hun! 🫶

[celtrist]

Need to reblog this because all of these are excellent points. I didn't even THINK how many stories we missed until @mimblizzy said it. But MAN was that disappointing to realize. For me, it was from the perspective of visuals and visual storytelling. Hazbin having a rundown, old building for the hotel is what gave the premise of the show charm. Because it was an underdog story with so many things going against them. But now they have, in bible, the literal third strongest being in existence. Like the Vees are NOT a threat in the next season. I mean, they are, but by all accounts, they're a downgrade from the FIRST MAN. But that's a story not related to the building.

And while I don't have a huge issue with the hotel being rebuilt and all nice and perfect, it doesn't feel earned. If we had time with this old rundown building, and had those episodes of the crew dealing with the crappy things about it, the rebuilding would feel earned. But I would say unless you were one of the people who already knew Hazbin and were waiting for the amazon series, viewers didn't have a huge attachment to the building itself. They may have had an attachment to the CHARACTERS and THEIR reaction to the destruction of the hotel, but not the building itself. Which considering the show's name is "Hazbin HOTEL", the hotel IS something people should connect with. Sort of like "sure it's unsanitary and barely working, but it's cozy and familiar for us and OUR mess". But we never really saw the hotel non-functioning and are already getting a huge upgrade that wouldn't have those "underdog" vibes. And this would fit fine it it wasn't in THE FIRST SEASON they did this.

And that's to also add that Hazbin Hotel has a biiiit of an awkward thing that, by all accounts take all the scenes that happen in the hotel and they don't really NEED to happen in the hotel. It's very good to have characters interact with their environment in a story as it gives space and grounding. And it's what's normal for people, like think of in your home. You are interacting with your environment in your house all the time. And Hazbin Hotel didn't have moments in the hotel where characters interacted with the environment like that of a hotel. Niffty rolling on a trolley would've been a nice touch. Even the suggested episodes above make this point essentially and would've added to the connection between the residents and viewers to the hotel as well as giving the hotel a personality. When we got to "Dad Beat Dad", it was sorta like the hotel just SUDDENLY for that episode only decided to be a bit more rundown. But if we saw, hell, if we at least HEARD about the problems the hotel had before, the disarray of the building wouldn't feel so random and out of nowhere when we get to ep. 5. I know for me, it didn't initially feel as weird for the "rundown disarray" feel that Lucifer had towards the building and the building suddenly having issues like a chandelier falling because I KNEW that's what the hotel was supposed to be. I've known them since 2019, but for someone who wasn't as aware, it probably seemed a bit random. Then again, the show is kinda charismatic so it is sorta easy to miss glaring issues. With that said, it should be important to note too that I don't think the building was a hotel initially. If I remember right, it was just an old random building the Morningstars had. But that's something that would've been nice to know and learn about, maybe build some connection between Charlie and the building so viewers can feel that much more for her when the building is gone.

Sorry, that got more into a rant than I planned (as is usual for me with this series, I like it I swear). I just got bummed out with all the missed opportunities and how bad of a move the remodeling of the hotel is when it's only been season 1. Again, it's not earned. That's probably my biggest issue. Rebuilding the hotel wasn't earned as we didn't really ever see it "at its worst". We didn't see its problems. We didn't see how the residents really felt or connected with the building. We didn't get accustomed to the building and have a connection to it. And when the core premise surrounds this hotel, I feel like it should be important that we DO build that connection with a freaking building. But we didn't. We arguably don't even spend all that much time forming that connection with the building. It was just another piece of the environment, not something personal to the characters and in turn to the viewers.

The environments are super nice in this show, but having the interior of the hotel be more messy, maybe have a bit more of other resident's flare around (Like maybe Vaggie having a dummy in the main room or Angel leaving stuff around), I don't feel warm and cozy in seeing the ramshackle hotel. It feels to me empty. Which is upsetting since I feel like a more smaller vibe for the hotel would've been great to counter the clean, superficial vibes the VVV tower should give. Like the hotel isn't really great, even a health hazard, but it's home and has heart. Whereas the VVV tower has all the best things, nothing's rundown, but it's all superficial and empty feeling. But we didn't get that, the hotel is arguably just as empty feeling as the VVV tower, lacking a connection with the viewers as well as the characters.

But we didn't get that. The hotel just got an upgrade. That's it. It doesn't feel satisfying. It would've felt SO GOOD to see that upgrade when we were seeing the hotel broken down and a mess, but we didn't. It was relatively fine quite honestly aside from the bugs Niffty was chasing. And to be clear, I get they only had so much time. 20 mins and 8 episodes are not a lot. But this does not change that Hazbin is arguably a poorly written show, if not at least passable. It does not change that I full-heartedly believe they could've approached it and written it better. I understand that they wanted to get everything out because of the long wait and wanted to make sure they were able to get through everything within at least 2 seasons. Especially the long wait, I understand Spindle probably felt like they needed to bring in the angels, have a redemption, introduce Lucifer, and all that. I. Get. That. But I don't think they approached it well. I think, even if scarier for them, they should've been willing to be more risky. 8 Episodes isn't a lot for a plot-driven show, but it's adequate for a SLICE OF LIFE show. Which, was sort of the initial thought with what was originally planned (and sure, I still have issues that they wanted to introduce Lucifer early but whatever). Eight episodes of slice of life were what people thought it would be and good to introduce the characters, build their relationships with one another, and connect to the building with all of its faults. Then you can get into plot stuff in season 2. A rushed work to get everything on the plate is not as good, and won't be remembered/rewatched as much as taking the time to do these things. It would've been a big risk, but I would've preferred it rather than what we got. Especially since let's be honest, for the people who've been WAITING for this series? We were not all dying to know the plot with the angels. Like yes, we wanted it, but we were more interested to see the characters. How they interacted, relationships, personalities, stuff like that. I don't envy the tough position and understand it was the best they could do. And I get wanting to tell the story, I do. But Like Helluva, Hazbin detracted from the pilot's premise. Aaaand I'm gonna stop here because now I'm detracting from the point of my original post.

Again, sorry, ranting. It just frustrates me the more I realize things with how crappy that the hotel got revamped. Just- agh

Was looking at the hotel for a drawing and never realized the large degrade from the pilot design (on the left).

I think it was a good choice to simplify it down as the OG design was VERY complex compared to the new design (and some things like the carasoul up top didn't work well considering Alastor was moving his tower up to there). So while I like the pilot hotel more, 100% good move to change it to what we got.

HOWEVER, the pilot design gives that dingey, rundown feels SO MUCH better than the final design. I think background-wise the pilot is better in a lot of ways (like with colors, having them less saturated than the characters). But the hotel in the official series, especially the interior, didn't look as rundown and dingey as I think it was meant to.

You could argue "well Alastor could've spruced it up", but we see in the episode "Dad Beat Dad" a chandelier falling, cockroaches, and Lucifer clearly supposed to be unimpressed with the place. But the show had a very clean and nice looking hotel both interior and exterior. The pilot was good with it being dark and dirty feelings on both these ends. While the final design was super clean-looking but SUPPOSED to have a "roughness" to it, the pilot had a really nice exaggeration of its roughness that gave it a lot of character and made it more interesting. Between the two, I'm more interested in what's inside the pilot hotel than the final design. And it sorta sucks because season 1 ALREADY had the hotel rebuilt all nice and pretty (which like Lucifer showing up, SHOULD'VE been saved for a later season. I get why they did it, but I think the risk of not doing it in season 1 would've had a stronger payoff in the later seasons).

Again, I think it was obviously the right call not to make the hotel so complex for the show. However, there's a stronger mood and personality to the pilot hotel over the final one that feels like it wants to look super nice but it is supposed to be seen as rundown and needs to be fixed-up. And that sucks because I would've loved seeing the rundown place, but we really just got a nice-looking hotel that, in the universe, isn't supposed to be seen as "nice looking" or "clean" (and issues with the hotel concerning its structure and everything was ONLY brought up in "Dad Beat Dad". Little details like a character saying the plumbing was broken AGAIN or things breaking/falling in the background or something would've gone a long way).

It's just a bit of a bummer that the hotel really lost the mood and personality that it did have in the pilot when I really think they honestly could've kept those aspects without making it super complex. I don't dislike the final hotel design, but I don't like the lack of personality and mood it's SUPPOSED to have that the other design achieves.

[sushi-enthusiast]

Handsy Man Ghost

Continuation of this post

Got a little intense towards the end, it’s been weeks since I’ve seen my BF and I have NEEDS, okay?!

18+ Some slightly suggestive material, heavy petting/kissing

Two weeks after Simon first works for our unnamed woman, she calls him up again, asking him to fix a drafty window. He dutifully makes his way over, calling other clients to tell them that an ‘emergency job’ came up and he’d be running late, even going so far as to cancel his last job.

When he arrives there, he’s greeted by the same beautiful face. She welcomes him in with a smile, the way her laugh lines crinkle as she does so has Simon at a momentary loss for words. When he steps into the threshold the smell of fresh baked cookies hits him. He wonders if she had made them for him (she had) or if she’s simply the kind of woman to bake in her free time. He begins working on fixing the draft, a few minutes in she approaches with a glass of water in hand. Simon has to take a deep breath when she explains that she thought he might need it, he’s been working so hard and she’s so grateful that he had been able to swing by so quickly. As he grabs the glass of water, his calloused fingers brush over her’s. They’re so soft and delicate, he wonders if she ever had to lift something in her life or if she uses lotion, maybe that’s where the warm vanilla scent is from? As he thanks her, he imagines her rubbing lotion into her legs, caressing them slowly as her hands slowly creep further up her legs and onto her plush thigh. He’s practically drooling at the idea. He’s so distracted that he slams his hammer down onto his hand. The shouted expletive causes the gorgeous woman to come rushing over. The look of concern in her eyes makes Simon want to sweep her into his arms and mark her as his. After assuring her that he really is okay, he gets back to work. His mind is still filled with what he’d like to do to her, how he’d like to make her feel.

As he wraps up, our unnamed woman approaches him with a plate of the fresh baked cookies wrapped in plastic. The imagine of her standing before him, arms outstretched with the baked goods is one Simon decidedly MUST see again, preferably in their hypothetical shared home, perhaps with a few children running around—she looks like she’s young enough that it could be a possibility.

Simon steps closer, the smell of sawdust, iron, and a musky cologne wafts over her. Somehow, the large man’s presence seems even larger as he grabs the cookies and thanks her with a soft smile. When she explains that she wishes she could express just how much she appreciates his quick work, he hooks a large hand in the crook of her waste, and whispers “think there’s a way you can, love.” Her face flushes a bit. It’s been a lonely year, she hasn’t been this close to a man since before her divorce was official. She wraps her arms around Simon’s neck and pulls him to her level, staring into his eyes hesitantly before his lips slit between her own. Simon’s kiss tastes like mint gum, with the faintest hint of menthol cigarettes. The plate is quickly set on the nearest surface as Simon pulls her in by the waist, wanting to feel every inch of her body against his. He’s rough, squeezing her love handles, memorizing the way the little patches of fat spill through his fingers. His hunger as he kissed her is outmatched by her own, like she wants to consume him. Simon’s hand trails down slightly as he grabs her round cheeks, if he had any less self control, he’d be doing a hell of a lot more than just feeling her body. He wants to make her legs shake. Frankly, she’s not any better. Squeezing his muscular biceps, the strength this man carries is more than astounding. Finally, after a heavy kiss, they pull apart and panting. The air is heavy with desire. Blushing, Simon hands her a different business card. “My personal number, call if you need…anything.” With that, he’s gone, platter of cookies in hand and an ache in his core.

[footballffbarbiex]

A Polite Request

player: Joe Gomez words: 2140 Request: Joe Gomez - smut - up to 1000 words - Maybe one wheres she plays for LFC's women's team and finds herself sat next to Joe at the club's Christmas dinner. After some heavy flirting she whispers in his ear that she needs him to fuck her right now so they sneak off to somewhere more private with Joe delivering an early Christmas present... her best ever orgasm. thank you

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She’d pushed her plate away from her after placing her cutlery together in the middle and reached for her drink. Everyone appears to be in a good mood with both the mens and womens team perfectly mixed across the tables. It wasn’t often that the two of them were able to merge like this but the Christmas meal felt very much needed to bring them together. 

Laughter and talk can be heard from every part of the room, the soft music that plays is only audible when the voices are quieter. Different conversations are on each table, from comparing how the game is viewed, the difference in ref decisions across not only the leagues but also between genders, to plans for the festive time and the new year. 

She found herself seated between Joe and Curtis and if conversations differed from table to table, then as much was true for each of the men on either side of her too. Curtis was polite and friendly, offering a light conversation which made her belly laugh at times. She found that he was easy to talk to in ways that she hadn’t expected and found herself looking forward to the next change of subject. 

Joe on the other hand? 

Of course he was polite initially as he always has been each time that they’ve met but as the evening progressed their small talk had turned deeper, their putting the world to rights had turned to flirtation which had ultimately become filthier. The flirtation isn’t anything new but the level of it, the way each new sentence feels to be dirtier than the last is different. The small breaks she gets from Joe as Curtis strikes up another conversation is a welcome breather for both her and her vagina. 

But there will be no welcome break now, she realises. Too much has been said in quiet, husky tones, and they’re too far gone to be able to return to normal. His chair has been slid closer to hers, their arms and bodies actually pressed against one another as his lips mould to her ear to whisper disgustingly filthy things into it, ranging from the way he couldn’t stand to be sat here another hour and not know how her pussy tastes to the way that he promised to use all available holes to him and worship her body. 

The drink she intended to sip is downed in fast gulps, but it does nothing to sate the thirst she now has. It takes everything she is to control her voice as she turns to look at him, the man beside her with an expression to the rest of the table that butter wouldn’t melt on the tongue that had been used to promise to taste every inch of her. 

“Joe?” she asks quietly, watching him as he pretends to be looking around the table, paying attention to their conversations and grinning at the right moments when the punchline is delivered. 

“Mmmm?” he hums his response but still doesn’t give her his full attention. 

“I’m going to leave this room, pretending to use the bathroom. I’m in room 143. If you’re not upstairs within 20 minutes and have some part of your anatomy within my cunt, and I mean this as politely and friendly as I can, but you’re dead to me.”she flashes him her most charming smile as she finishes speaking and notes the look of surprise on his face at her words. 

He watches wordlessly as she gives it a few moments before retrieving the napkin from her lap, plopping it onto the table and makes her excuses and offers her apologies to those who are polite enough to turn to look without giving him a second glance as she strides away from the table and out of the room. 

But now she’s here in her room, nerves are setting in and her mouth feels dry, regardless of how much water she drinks to try and quench it. She’d taken her dress off and sat back on the bed in only her heels and underwear before feeling ridiculous and dressing herself again. She headed into the bathroom and quickly freshened up, nothing too much to make it obvious but enough to feel better about herself. She’s talked herself in and out of leaving the room several times and is in the process of doing so again when there’s a rap on the door. 

Her heart hammers against her chest with such force she’s not sure if it’s the pounding in her ears or if she can genuinely hear it against her ribcage. 

“You wanted this,” she reminds herself, willing herself to step forward but she’s rooted to the spot. Her name is said softly through the door after another tapping to notify her that he’s there and only then does she move forward. 

The Joe that stands before her isn’t the one that she left downstairs. That one appeared laid back, chilled - despite the utter filth that dripped from his lips - and this one has everything showing on his face that he had hid previously. His eyes shine darkly, there’s a confidence with him now as he leans against the doorframe. His jacket is swung over his shoulder with two fingers curled in such a way that they prevent it from slipping to the floor. 

“Finally going to let me fuck you then?” he asks in a tone that had her rubbing her thighs together and feeling that deep long clench within her. 

“I swear to god if you’re all talk Gomez then I’-”

“You’ll what?” he asks mockingly, lips curving upwards. “Yeah, thought so.” he steps into the room and kicks the door closed behind him. His jacket is thrown to the nearest chair and his hand is grabbing at her wrist, tugging her towards him so smoothly it’s as though the two of them are dancing. She bumps into his chest, peering up at the man who has been on her mind the entire evening and when she lifts her chin to look at him properly, his lips are on hers finally. 

He kisses her with such a need it leaves her buckling against him. There’s no clash of teeth as he hungrily claims her mouth, with his tongue mixing with hers in such a delicious way that she hums against him, but he ignites something within her that had needed a physical touch to spark. 

His name comes out in barely more than a whimper but it’s enough to drag a growl from his throat as he nibbles on her bottom lip. “You have no idea how long I've waited to hear my name sound like that from you.”

“You should have rang me at night. You’d have heard it plenty enough as I’ve masturbated to the thought of you.” She wasn’t lying. She touched herself to the thought of him at least once a week. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, moving her towards the bed and makes quick work to remove her dress. Her arousal is clear, she can feel her underwear sticking to her pussy and it’s not hard to guess that it’s already soaking a wet patch through the soft fabric. “Tonight isn’t going to be enough,” he says, yanking his tie from around his neck and opening up the first few buttons of his shirt before unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the shirt up to his elbows - never once taking his eyes from between her legs. 

“I’ve thought about this too much. How many ways I’d make it so that you were moaning my name. How many ways I could make you cum. How you’d sound as you beg me not to stop,” he says, pressing each word into her skin as he kisses his way up from her ankle. She feels the drag of his teeth as he kisses like a man starved, not stopping until his nose is rubbing against that very wet patch that he’s created.

“All for me,” he groans, dipping a hand to his lap and palms at his hard cock through his trousers. 

“All for you,” she repeats in barely more than a whisper, unable to do anything other than lay before him in anticipation. 

Two fingers find the hem of her underwear and tug it aside. The cold air on her wet pussy makes her tense up and the sharp inhale of breath for him makes her bite her lip. “So fucking beautiful,” he states to himself before leaning forward and uses the very tip of his tongue to swipe down over her clitoral hood, parting her pussy lips and not stopping until it reaches the pooling of wetness at her her core. 

His tongue darts into her, nose rubbing against the bundle of nerves in a way that should be illegal. Even as he shifts his weight, adjusting his body slightly to enable him to hook a knee over his shoulder as he laps at her freely. It felt better than anything her fingers or vibrator could have done, her imagination having nothing on the real thing. The sight of Joe’s head buried between her thighs, his eyes closed as he savours every lick and tongue fuck into her only makes her pussy clench harder. 

She succumbs to the sensations, allowing her head to drop back and focuses on only what he’s doing to her body and the stirrings of a slow building orgasm. He was good at this, far better than she thought. The innocent smile and boyish charm that he showed in public did not reflect the skill that he possessed for pussy eating and even if his dick game ended up being weak, at least she’d come away with knowledge that he was incredible at head. 

He moves his mouth from her entrance, dragging his tongue along her slit and circles her clit. It throbs against his tongue before he sucks it between his lips as he begins to lick and suck so mercilessly, she sees stars. Her thighs are twitching, legs begging to close but Joe uses his elbows to spread them back apart and keep them there. Her toes clench, her muscles tense and she pushes her head further into the mattress as her breathing hitches. She writhes beneath him in a desperation to push her cunt closer to his face and pull herself off his mouth, unable to take the pleasure that surges through her as her orgasm rapidly approaches. Her skin feels hot, her speech is no more as each time she tries to open her mouth, no words form only pathetic mewls and pants which leave her cheeks heating for more than one reason. Her skin feels as though it’s vibrating as the knot in her stomach reaches the end and when it snaps, her climax crashes through her at such a rate that she feels she’s no longer in the room. 

She’s vaguely aware of her hand filling with Joe’s short hair, the way she’s panting and - in her own head if not verbally - pleading with him to stop, she can’t take anymore, she’s too sensitive and yet he doesn’t. He hollows his cheeks and continues, the fingers which were holding her panties to the side now slip effortlessly into her and the feeling of being partially filled while having her clit sucked on is too much and another orgasm hits within seconds of lapping up the dregs of the first. 

Her sound is the first thing to come back, her vision coming back slowly in bursts of colours and white noise. She’s aware of how heavy she’s breathing, the soft feel of Joe’s lips against her thigh, her stomach, her bare pussy in the most tender of ways. When he finally comes back into view, his lips are glistening, there’s evidence of her wetness against his beard but rather than being repulsed by it, she’s further aroused. He won’t exactly be wearing it as a badge of honour when he returns back downstairs to the table they’ve both deserted but seeing her…claim him for these few moments, it’s an empowering feeling. 

Joe seems to have been thinking similar thoughts because his next sentence is, “we can either go back downstairs to where everyone else is or…”

“I asked you to come up here and fuck me. And oh baby,” she props herself up on an elbow as she reaches forward, fingers brushing over the straining bulge in his trousers. A smile comes to her lips when she feels the small wet patch that’s seeped through from his pre-cum. Or at least she thinks it is, even if the idea of him cuming in his pants before he’s even been touched purely because she came is incredibly sexy. “I need this inside me immediately.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere until I say stop.”

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

another post for @bttfjanaury! this one's @itsthemorph's mermarty au and very predictably i got carried away with it LMAO.

yap session and bonus stuff below the cut:

once again i came up with an entire backstory for this au, and if i were a fanfiction writer i would genuinely consider writing it since it's a lot less visually comedic than the weredoc au (and comedic in general, it's played a little straighter than "man turns into dog and is thoroughly inconvenienced by it") (unfortunate [in reference to visuals] bc i enjoy drawing mermarty a great deal more than weredoc GBJKGJ) bc i really like the premise but i'm pretty bad at fleshing out a narrative in enough detail to last the whole story so bullet points it is:

doc has decided to take a break from his time-travel-related research and go on vacation! the fresh coastal air might jostle a couple ideas into place, and while he is a nuclear physicist and not a marine biologist he wouldn't mind checking out some of the local aquatic life

and by local aquatic life he meant like normal fish and stuff. a nice mollusk or two even. so when he ends up fishing an entire boy out of the water instead he's understandably very shocked

before doc can move past the "where did he come from??" thought to register his more fish-like qualities, the boy makes a run (a swim?) for it. fortunately or unfortunately for doc, he ends up being able to register the fish-like qualities after all since he gets dragged into the water along with him. the moment doesn't last too long, though, and the fish-boy is gone as soon as doc realizes the guy has a fish tail instead of legs

doc gets back on the dock (haha), thinks about the whole ordeal for a bit, and decides that the best course of action is just to assume he hallucinated the whole thing in a fit of heatstroke or something like that. he's here to relax and get his thoughts in order so he can continue working on his time machine! there's no time to investigate fairy-tale creatures or whatever supposedly living off the coast of california!

it's not shown in the comic but i imagine doc has a little portable radio next to him as he was fishing, so some time passes before he catches a glimpse of something shining in the water underneath the dock

he looks through the cracks in the dock and lo and behold, it's the same boy from earlier! doc greets him, and the boy immediately disappears under the water. doc thinks he's scared him off until a few minutes later where he pokes his head out and says hi back

they get to chatting and doc learns a couple things:

1. his name is marty!

2. he was trying to get doc to realize that he forgot to put bait on his hook but got his hand caught on it, and was trying to get his hand unstuck from the hook without ripping it open before doc ever had the chance to see him, which he obviously failed at

3. both the being seen and ripping his hand open, because in his haste to get away after being seen by doc he ended up doing that anyways. so there's like a lot of blood coming out of his hand now? but like don't worry about it. it'll be fine. he thinks.

4. he really likes whatever it is that's playing on the radio

doc insists on patching up his hand and initially marty refuses but lets him do it eventually, and marty tells doc that for a land dweller he's actually surprisingly nice. doc says nah anyone would want to help out someone hurt, especially if they're the one's who caused it. and marty's kind of confused by that because his family's always warned him of how dangerous humans are, which he kind of never thought too hard about until now where his time off this particular coast has really proven them correct, because he's encountered a bunch of humans over the past couple weeks and they've all tried to kill him or catch him. doc's the only one who's actually bothered to say hi!

after learning that particular not-at-all-concerning tidbit, doc asks him to elaborate because there's a lot to unpack over there, but someone else walks onto the dock before marty can get a word in and he takes off

marty does not return, even once the other guy leaves, and when doc packs it up to return to the place he rented out for the vacation he overhears a conversation among a group of men about spotting something weird in the water earlier and that it kind of looked like a mermaid? and that if any of them manage to catch it they'll all be rich as thieves. and another guy in the convo goes no you're thinking of rich as kings, you're mixing it up with a different analogy. and the first guy goes no i'm not i said what i said

so now this vacation is doing anything but clearing doc's mind. he's really worried about that little fish guy

there's a couple more ideas i had but halfway through writing out this bullet list i've realized that if i were to actually write this as a fanfiction, i'd probably want to keep those a surprise. so what i just wrote out is kind of the equivalent of one chapter

edit after thinking about it a bit more: since most humans have been trying to kill him, marty really has no incentive to let a guy know that he's wasting his time fishing with a baitless hook. so a. he's still pretty optimistic that most humans aren't out to get him, even if his experience off this particular coast says otherwise, so he was trying to be nice anyway or b. (which i think is a lot funnier) he has started to pull on people's lines as a way to fuck with them. i think if i wrote this i'd change it to this one

i based mermarty off of a guppy fish! specifically this kind of guppy fish:

i was searching up kinds of fish and he just had the vibe of this thing. although now i think i should've made him a flying fish instead. for the pun

alternate ending to the mini comic:

the other one makes a little more sense since just approaching a guy whose species doesn't know about your existence unprompted is pretty stupid even for marty (and also i thought it was funny that the hook didn't have anything but doc ends up catching something anyways) but i still think this one's funny too

[euph0riacc]

Last Line Tag:

Tagged by the wonderful @swifty-fox and @reallylilyreally from literal decades ago so I’m here to deliver!

Wild Geese (The Post Fic):

John laughs and it’s like dragging gravel, rough and grating on the ears. “Well gee what more can I ask for Buck?” He scuffs his foot into the ground, angry– at what, Gale doesn’t know. “Bad food, no warmth and guards breathing down our pissin’ necks. Like bunking with this goddamn fort engine ain’t bad enough.”

Gale catches the slip, looks to Crank who won’t meet his eye. “The guards giving you trouble, Bucky?”

“Only as much as the next guy,” John answers, cagey.

Do they know you’re a Major, have you told them?

“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” John fronts, like he’s not sporting a new art piece on his face, like Gale can’t see the sun shining through the cracks in his facade.

“I don’t doubt it,” Gale says, low and soft, like he could settle him with just his words. If only it worked like that.

Where the Lemon Tree Grows: (omega!John) ((( which the devious @swifty-fox is co writing with me hehe))

He’s standing like he’s balancing on a razor blade, like any move at all could set him off. He’s the only one of them that’s sober and yet he’s the one who most looks like he’s going to lose it. John should want to get away, should want to escape from the impact zone as quickly as he can.

He doesn’t. And instead, he moves closer, drawn to him by some unknowable force. Buck’s anger is thick on the air, laying cloying and rich on his tongue like melted chocolate. It sends a small shiver down his spine, one that John tries hard to suppress but one that Buck sees anyway.

“Buck,” John says slowly, working the name over his tongue like he’s just first hearing it, drawing out the syllables. “You tryna rein me in?”

Buck tilts his head, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Do I have to?” He looks bored and vaguely irritated.

John sighs, maybe a little dramatically, and slings an arm around the alpha’s shoulders, easily achieved with the slight height advantage he has over him. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re too much fun.”

He grins. “No such thing.”

Buck frowns. “There is and you’re it.”

Non-Verbal! John:

He’s quiet now. So quiet it’s fucking terrifying.

Gale thinks privately that it’s been building to this, that he’s seen the signs scattered through the monotony of camp life. John holds his words like they mean something now, like he only has a few of them left before he runs out completely. He’s done this before, trapped his words between his teeth like an animal. But it had only ever lasted a few days, if that, before Gale had been able to coax him back into the conversation, even if it was only whispered words between the sheets.

Where’s he gone, Gale thinks one day as he watches John scowl at something beyond the fence, where’s the man I knew? Because he hasn’t seen him, not since the Stalag. Not since whatever happened in those four days between crash and capture.

Benny blames it on the head injury.

“They cracked him so hard that you could see his pissin’ skull,” Benny says, as if that explains it. “It’s bound to have knocked something loose”

He looks up from his playing cards, meets Gale’s eyes across the bunkroom as if he’s speaking to him alone.

They’re wrong, and Gale knows it. He’s sat with John through the nights where he’s convinced his skull is gonna split open, gripping it between roughened palms as the ache from bones healed wrong becomes a little too much, a little too strong.

He’s quiet then too, but it’s a different kind of silence, one that has Gale pulling all the moth eaten curtains shut during the day and pressing cloth-wrapped snow to his temples in a bid to help, to numb the pain that rears up inside him some days like a bad aftertaste.

It’s different now.

Voilà, Euphoriac’s buffet. Bon Appetit

[oli-ribbun-ver]

EP 4 RAMBLE PART 3 FINAL!!

(ft the other episodes! but mainly ep 4!)

okay actually i think this is more of a gangle ramble now but thats fine

part 1

part 2

CONTINUATION OF THE GANGLE PEOPLE-PLEASER PART OF THE RAMBLE FROM PART 2!

lets see... where did i leave off... RIGHT!!

There are a lot of parts in ALL episodes where she doesn't want to cause problems for people. Which is typically normal for everyone, HOWEVER. Her idea of 'causing problems' is her opening up to people about how she truly feels, or even voicing her feelings in general if they're about someone.

I've already gone over the Pomni conversation and the bit where she has a mini breakdown, and I said I'd include even more of the other episodes in this, so! Let's begin at Ep 1!

Let's talk about what I've observed in episode one.

YES THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Notice how it's emphasized she says it quietly? (I know it's for comedic effect, but EVERYTHING seems to be important for every character, like how the darkness from the bucket on Kinger's head in Ep 2 helped him remember something about Ragatha before immediately forgetting it and then the reason he only remembers things in the darkness is explained! Seems like a minor detail that means nothing, turns out to be HUGE.

She doesn't want to cause a problem. In this case, the 'problem' would be her fully interrupting the conversation because she's worried about her friend. In the mind of a people pleaser, even if it helps someone out, you feel a sense of pressure on you when mentioning someone needs help to others, because "What if I cause a problem or make them mad? I don't wanna do that!", those thoughts are pretty normal, ESPECIALLY for people-pleasers.

"Wait, what about Zooble?" Is said so quietly, you can barely hear it. She either doesn't want her voice to be heard, or she DOES but is too scared to say it more loudly because of some version of the thoughts I described.

not as important but I'd like to note how she literally says NOTHING. like. nothing. i just think its kinda funny but also she just. doesnt give her opinion at all? she wasnt even asked if she wanted to go with them to check on kaufmo they just dgaf about her 😭

ANYWAY

This is the only time she gives her opinion and its not even an opinion HELP

Also I'm trying to save space so I don't have to make a part 4 so shortly into this, since I know I'll have to make one anyway, but I wanna mention how she hides behind her broken mask to protect herself after he screams which kinda hits different now that we know more about her mask.

But anyway, I'll make a seperate little portion of this ramble for that!

I'd like to mention too, anytime she is shoved, has something mean said to her, or has her comedy mask broken, she doesn't complain or say anything about it except for maybe an "ow". I find that interesting, because I think the reason for this is that she doesn't want anyone worrying about her. AKA, she doesn't want to cause a 'problem'.

She wants to please. One does not please by being a 'problem', right? That's probably how she thinks, anyway.

When Jax tells her to do something she doesn't want to do, whether he pressured her like that or not, it wouldn't have made a difference, because she can't bring herself to say 'no.'

In my opinion, from what it sounds like when she says "I don't think we—" she probably would've ended up saying yes regardless. Hell, if he'd just followed it up with "do it," I don't see a world in which she wouldn't, although she'd probably be more hesitant.

also why does his back bend like that he looks like hes gonna become an old man any second now HELP 😭

Also, when Jax threatens her by saying "Do it, or I'll tell Ragatha about the figurine thing," I think that really does something to her.

Every time she's either built up the confidence to say no, or someone has tried to help her say no, she's kicked down in one way or another INSTANTLY.

Episode 4 did not help with that. I believe in the next few episodes, she will not be better about saying no. She might even be worse off, knowing Ragatha thinks her being happy is annoying.

People-pleasers are in different worlds. Being the type of people-pleaser Gangle is, it's an entirely different world from others. It carries a lot of what I can only describe as delusion to it.

If Pomni had not stepped up when Gangle thought she was alone after work hours, Gangle would have abstracted. I am a firm believer in that. She was breaking. Losing her mind.

Gangle tells herself to stop trying to achieve her dream while breaking down over the fact her efforts to achieve her dream might not be enough.

So let's go there, and get a

Closer look at Gangle's mental state.

(and why she's most likely the least unwell character)

Gangle is mentally ill. Everyone knows that already, but to what extent?

I'm not sure if we'll ever know.

But what we do know is this.

More likely than not, Gangle almost abstracted in Ep 4. And out of everyone who has EVER vented so far, Gangle has shared relatively nothing. Even after the Spudsy's adventure, what we've seen so far is her never mentioning her feelings except that she feels like she messed everything up.

Gangle doesn't know how to help herself. Zooble can make her feel better, but not for long, because Gangle doesn't think she can get better.

When she was about to vent to Pomni, she stopped as soon as she felt like her feelings were REALLY about to come loose, put her new happy mask back on, said she had no time to talk about her feelings, and fled.

What I think is that Gangle thinks everyone is more important than her, so when she FINALLY got to be important she was happy. Really, truly happy.

The worst thing you can do is make someone think they're not wanted or loved.

Something that makes me sad is that Gangle does not feel wanted or loved.

Gangle was almost gone in Episode 4.

We almost lost Gangle. Had Gangle abstracted, she'd die without ever feeling like people cared about her.

For all we know, she could be the first person to abstract after Kaufmo.

I personally believe that.

The end of Episode 4 was a su¡cide attempt. (is that word allowed? im not sure..l ill censor it anyway)

I saw someone say this in the comment section of either the episode itself or a reaction video, and I completely agree.

They say before people commit su¡cide, they have a sudden boost of joy. Everything will be over soon. Why not enjoy that fact?

I think it was a subconscious su¡cide, at the very least.

She was happy. For the first time without a happy mask to hide how she feels deep down, she was happy.

She had a sudden boost of happiness, and then stepped backwards into oncoming traffic. When someone experiences a near-death situation by their own hand, there's a moment of regret before they are gone. I've experienced it myself, and it is horrid. That feeling is one I will never be able to forget. Even if I never so much as blacked out, I felt faint, and I will NEVER forget that fear, that horror, dread, regret.

The shock. Wondering if it was truly me who did it.

And I think. That is what Gangle experienced.

And then, that feeling was brushed off by Caine, whether she knew he doesn't understand the feeling of wanting to disappear or not, she was quick to blame herself for it all. Both about her performance to Caine, and alone, to nobody but herself.

"I guess I just... cracked under the pressure I suppose."

And maybe, just maybe.

That crack will never heal.

Thank you for listening and reading my ramble, everyone!! I appreciate it more than you know!

Bye bye for now, friends! Have a lovely day!

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

After having spoken to Mythal myself, finally… yeah that woman is worthy of every drop of hatred. If it takes MILLENNIA to figure out how to be a real person??? Don’t give me “oh but spirits” no no no. If Solas and Cole could be who they were, then Mythal could’ve been better too.

She liked being a god. She enjoyed it.

And then we see a snapshot of who she was before? She was imperious, self-gratifying, apathetic and cruel. Just like the rest of the Evanuris.

Solad loved her, that’s why he believed her to be capable of being better… but she never loved Solas. She used him. Pure and simple. The spite she speaks of him with is palpable. A tree twisting to try and reach light. Because she planted him where he didn’t stand a chance. It’s not because he killed Flemeth. That shard is with Morrigan and that shard has learned how real people are. And it took MILLENNIAAAAAA!!

(Given this time frame, the fact that it took Solas the two years with the Inquisition, and ten years after to be changed… my God the man was SPEEDRUNNING compared to her.)

The Mythal who I loathe is the one coerced Solas from his home, into war, and then just. Abandoned him because she was more interested in being a god and ruling than her precious “children” that she talks so much about. The Mythal who allowed said children to be enslaved and tortured. The Mythal who allowed them to be Blighted and experimented on and treated like cattle.

Some Mother.

And all the while Solas begged her to stop. At every turn, he begged her not to go further, but no! The rest of her family was so far gone by the time that she did listen that she didn’t even know the full extent until she had a dagger in her back.

This doesn’t make everything Solas did okay, not at all, but the blame for his grief-stricken actions and the state of pure corruption that the Evanuris dissolved into, the Tranquilization of the Titans, all of it, sits on Mythal FIRST and I’ll stand by that.

My Rook told her what she wanted to hear. The Nadas Dirthallen was practice enough. But after all the regrets and the murals… she’s on Solas’ side. Varric is going to stagger her pretty badly but she’s a wise kid. And she’s also merciful. And she likes the Inquisitor. She wants that lady to get her man. Her screwed up, traumatized, very in need of Fade therapy man. But that’s beside the point.

Point is: Mythal can rot. That’s it.

[rechedeer]

written for @prongsfoot-microfic december 16th prompt 'log'

every tuesday after he escapes azkaban, sirius apparates to the spot in the woods in muggle london where he and james used to have lunch the same day of the week, every week since they discovered it in their fourth year.

they rarely preferred routine back at hogwarts, dreading predictability more than the idea of losing their lives. they thought of boredom, of monotony, of inaction as incremental death. better to go out with a wand in your hand and still a spark in your eye.

but this was the exception. their only ritual, one for just the two of them. a place where they would come and everything would feel lighter without the weight of who they wanted to be, and who they had to.

now, sirius sits on the log next to the cedar tree, his eye catching on their initials, scratched into the weary wood what seems like lifetimes ago. he traces his finger along the J, then the P, the star james inscribed next to sirius' SB.

he doesn't have much of an appetite anymore, not like he used to, before. he prefers to skip as many meals as he can before he feels the telltale signs of a fainting spell approaching. sometimes he goes a bit longer without. if nothing else, he'll get a dreamless sleep out of it.

but on tuesdays he eats lunch. he eats mince pies and treacle tarts and drinks muggle beer he got mundungnus to nick from a shop in camden.

he never cared for any of them, but they were james' favourites.

he tranfigures some bread out of leaves to throw to the ducks in the pond. james named them elvendork, wilberforce, and bathsheba. all three are still there. their quintet feels strange reduced to a quad.

sometimes, he visits the old bar next to the woods where he and james went for their sirius' 17th. sirius thinks it's the last night he can remember being truly happy. the last night when they still had hope and lived under the delusion that things could go the way they wanted them to. everything was how it was meant to be.

the old owner, a man named freddie, is gone now. someone tells him that he shifted to france a couple years back to pursue his dream of being a writer.

it strikes him- a strange, unfamiliar disquietude at the fact that time has gone on. that people have moved on. that the loss hadn't stopped the world in its tracks. it'd stopped his.

he pays his bill clumsily with muggle money. the barkeep asks him if he's okay. he nods the affirmative and forces a laugh that sounds too high-pitched to his ears.

then, sirius returns to his mother's house, back to his prison, and dies his death in increments.

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Reiker: Right… To be clear here, you tracked Flash?

Axel: O-oh! Uh… Whoops. Meant I went after Yanshu.

Reiker: Yanshu, huh? How? Wouldn't a 'bot be easier to track?

Axel: Well, he was a rogue, so I couldn't find a GPS monitor on him, but these lil' Omni-Tools here have trackers inside. You can see where they are with the admin console for the maintenance department.

Axel: Lo and behold, her tools showed up at Sprocket Park. I have the GPS report to prove it!

GPS Analysis Report has been added to the Court Record.

Reiker: (Well, there's that… Now for-)

Reiker: Mr. Bolton, would you mind telling us more about your attempt to remove the core?

Bolton: A-ah, uh, removing the core…? RIGHT, during maintenance! Yeah, uhh… So I told Yanshu if she couldn't get it out, I would. Shooed her off despite the whining.

Bolton: See, these screws that were in there, they definitely weren't a Robotnik regular. When I went through every doohickey on my Omnitool, none of 'em fit, and when I went to try and unscrew it with something close, it completely stripped!

Reiker: Like… The screw broke?

Bolton: Yeah, yeah! I couldn't do anything to unscrew it, and the second I started trying something else, mole girl comes back saying she couldn't find anything, but that she'd try to mold a tool for it with the 3D printer. I told her that was fine, so long as it was on my desk by the time she clocked out.

Bolton: But of course, hours later, I realized that girl took off with her lil' spy friend right after her shift! I clocked out and gave chase after him. Figured I'd just have to remove it forcefully.

Reiker: OBJECTION!

Axel: … Huh?

Reiker: There's no reason for you to have waited so long! If she left after the appointment, shouldn't you have gone after her right then and there!?

Axel: Man, I'm a supervisor. You think I keep track of every person every second of the day? I'm bouncing between employees from clock in to clock out! Besides, it was her last appointment for the day.

Reiker: But you waited all the way until 8 PM?

Eggman: Mr. Strait, those are the standard working hours for one of my Robo-Techs. Due to the varying schedules of Robian citizens, we perform these maintenance appointments from 6 AM to 8 PM.

Reiker: … But he didn't check his desk all day?

Axel: I'll admit the maintenance sheet was under a bunch of other papers. I can only suspect she threw them on top to cover her tracks.

Eggman: Hmm… Well, I truly don't see a point to this objection. Overruled.

Reiker: (Shoot! I thought i had that for sure. Maybe I should ask Yanshu…)

Reiker: Your honor, before I continue with my questioning… Now that my defendant is not on the witness stand, do you mind if she comes behind the defense desk for a private sidebar?

Eggman: Eh… I don't see why not, but make it quick.

Yanshu: Oh, um… Do you need something, Mr. Strait?

Reiker: So, I have two questions…

Reiker: First off, if Flash was your robot, and you were worried about Axel finding out about him… Why did you let him tinker around with Flash?

Yanshu: Well, I figured he'd need a lot of muscle to get any of those pieces out… Truth be told, I was worried Flash would have an issue like this, so I installed some strip screws last time I did work on him.

Reiker: Oh, right, those screws that are meant to never come out…

Yanshu: Yeah, those! I really didn't wanna leave, but sticking around was gonna be suspicious, and, well… Axel's kind of lazy. I don't even know if he remembers my name half the time…

Reiker: Yeah, he seems a bit… Dull, but do you think it's possible he did it?

Yanshu: I… It had to have been. I didn't have my Omni-Tools with me! I never take them anywhere outside of work…

Reiker: Before we get into that… I wanna ask about the incident. Were you there? Did you see him?

Yanshu: Right, right… Well, I didn't see the moment it happened, or much of anything besides Flash broken on the ground…

Reiker: So you didn't see Axel at all?

Yanshu: N-… No?

Reiker: So he lied! He must have gone for Flash, but how?

Reiker: (Think, Strait! Something's gotta conflict with his testimony…)

Reiker: (Yanshu seems sure that Axel didn't remove anything during maintenance, but something must be different… Maybe he added something instead?)

Updated Testimony: Maintenance Supervision

1:) So I had just gotten back from lunch. Yanshu was the only one working, so I decided to go check on her.

2:) I went over and immediately noticed the weird personality core in the E-5000 she had.

3:) I tried unscrewing 'em with all my tools while Yanshu looked for something to remove them, but all the screws just broke!

4:) She couldn't find anything, and my next appointment came along, so I told her to keep at it and left.

5:) When our shift ended, I found the maintenance sheet on my desk, but with no core!

6:) I chased after Yanshu. I knew she was probably making off with the spy 'bot, but by the time I got there, he was destroyed…

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am