#(ted voice) smash

[tabooiart]

mr goatman... goat me a man.... make him the goatest that ive ever seen...

#my art #fanart #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #tinky #t'noy karaxis #tnoy karaxis #the tinkerer #i think since he experiences all of time and space at once that in his 'true form' he sort of fades and flickers between alternate poses #n such #his appearance here is very much inspired by how he appears in the black book #the half skull face and the horn turning to gears is so <3 #(ted voice) smash #yknow for someone whos favorite is wiggly i sure draw tinky a lot. hes just fun i love him #i know ive been cranking a lot of art out lately #well you see i am on break from uni and also im going insane. so its a great mixture #dont worry im going back to uni in a week and ill go back to drawing once every two weeks <3

[bree-cheesy]

could you write something along the lines of suprising ted when he gets back from the margaritaville trip with a new set of lingerie in his favourite color and well, you know where it goes from there with softdom!ted (bonus points if we call him theo and he adores when we use that nickname)

*Sigh* I really don't have a reason on why I've been off the face of the planet. I'm really sorry y'all. I'm so sorry this request has taken so long. I really have no excuses.

I mean, I have my reasons, but not any good ones. Mental health stuff and such.

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It was a very long few months. Being all alone cramped up in Ted's apartment while he was off driving across the country. Of course you talked whenever he could and always fell asleep with him on the phone, but it started to just be.... not enough. You counted down the days until he'd come back and you could be in his arms again.

Your girlfriends had taken you out on a shopping trip a few days ago to lift your spirits and you had a marvelous idea when you passed a lingerie shop. You bought the most beautiful set you could find- definitely helped that it was his favorite color- with one idea in mind. Ted was coming back that night and you wanted to surprise him. No doubt he'd be tired and probably frustrated from driving. He'd want to relax and just sleep.

But..... He'd been gone for sooo long. You were also frustrated.... in another way. You had deep cleaned the apartment and lit some candles, spreading some fake rose petals you bought at the store on the ground leading to the bedroom. It was cheesy, but you loved it. Slipping into the lingerie set, you heard the front door open and shut and then his voice echo through the apartment. "Honey, I'm home!"

You laid down on the bed in the most seductive pose you could muster and heard his bag drop on the ground in the living room. "You little minx, what is this?" He chuckled and you heard his footsteps get closer to the bedroom door. He stepped in and his eyes landed on the sight of you posed on the bed, the lingerie leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

He took a deep breath and let his eyes rake over your body and you felt your cheeks warm up and started to feel a little nervous. "Fuck."

You giggled a little and sat up on your knees. "Welcome home..." Your voice was soft and timid, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. He groaned and cupped your face, practically smashing his lips against yours. You moaned softly into his mouth and looped your arms around his neck, pressing up against him. His hands slid down your back and to your waist, squeezing gently and sliding his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. "Mmf... Theo..." You mewled softly.

You could've sworn you almost heard him whine at the nickname and he pulled away from the kiss. "Lay down, sweetheart...." He said softly and you quickly obeyed him, albeit not very graceful, and he got on top of you. "I fucking love this, but I need you naked...." He practically ripped the lingerie set off and you scrambled to get his shirt off. He wasted absolutely no time in getting his pants off and lining up to get inside you. "I'll play with this pretty pussy later, I promise.... I just need to be inside you." You whined a little and moaned, spreading your legs for him.

"That's it... good girl..." He slowly pressed inside you and groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. He thrusted hard and fast, giving you no mercy. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. Your soul almost left your body when his mouth landed on your nipple and his thumb started rubbing at your clit, not stopping his passionate thrusting. "Theo!" You let out a sharp gasp.

He forced your legs open wider, pulling them up against your chest so he could get a better angle. "Yeah? Feels so good doesn't it? Who's making you feel good, baby?"

You tried to muster some words, but it all felt to good. You couldn't get out more then a few whimpers. He thrusted harder and groaned. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it. Use your words, honey."

"You, Theo... You're making me feel so good.....!"

"That's it.... Such a good fucking girl...." He thrusted harder and you felt yourself getting closer and closer, gradually clenching around his cock and making him stutter and groan. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum so hard for me..."

You let out a loud moan and came hard, completely soaking his cock. He groaned and his hips stuttered as his own release came, filling you up and almost collapsing on top of you. You both breathed heavily and he pulled away to kiss you gently, cradling your body against him, rubbing your sides and back. Your leg hitched up against his thigh and you smiled into the embrace.

"I missed you so much..." He rubbed his nose against yours and you blushed, tangling your fingers in his hair.

-- Bree <3

#ted nivison fluff #ted nivison smut #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #ted nivison x fem!reader #bree <3 #Bree-Cheesy

[lewkwoodnco]

Now That We Don't Talk - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: very very brief suicidal mention, sooooo much writer's block hhhh (the seasonal depression is depressing), (angst but diluted if that makes sense) add/remove yourself from my taglist in the link beloooow ALSO

🎄Special Announcement! I'll be doing a twelve days of Christmas fic series (1 songfic fic a day leading up to Christmas) BUT I will also be accepting extra holiday-themed requests (if any)!🎄

(speaking of the holidays, thinking of switching to a santa-themed george icon soon hmmm), wc 3.1k

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 3.5 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

TAGLIST | MATERLIST

Moving had been a surprisingly smooth process that she remembered little of. She had to take care to not think too much about the ornaments she was packing or the boxes she was taping shut or the lonely town she was numbly driving towards, lest the rest of her catch up to the grief weighing her down. Her supervisor had looked plenty confused when she explained where she was transferring to, and muttered something about not knowing if there were any visitors there.

As steep as the change was from working in central London to a significantly sleepier town, she seemed to be adjusting fine. In fact, she was liking the peace and quiet. Or at least, she would, soon enough. She'd learn the right habits, like finding contentment in the stagnant void that descended on her windows far too quickly every evening, the same way she'd unlearn bad habits, like him. So no, her biggest problem was hardly the early sunsets here, but was actually what everyone wanted to talk to her about when she called. The one thing everyone - her old teammates, colleagues, friends - wanted to make sure she knew.

"The gala was fantastic this year - though not as fun without you, of course -"

"You'll never believe who showed up."

"He looked very sharp in his suit. He cleans up nice, I suppose - Anthony Lockwood, I mean."

"They've become quite the celebrities, that Lockwood & Co., though the other two don't seem to tolerate the cameras like he does."

"Oh, you should have seen it. Say what you will about Lockwood but does he know how to make an entrance!"

"Were you at the gala this year?"

She sighed for what must have been the fifth time that day. "No, Ted, I was not. You were at my farewell party, remember?"

"Tha' was for you?"

"Goodbye, Ted."

"Wait! You've seen the pictures, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't, because contrary to popular belief, I am not obsessed with evrything that goes on at Fittes."

"Well, we had a tiptop chocolate fountain this year. Didn't get clogged once and looked absolutely gorgeous. Anywho, I've recently stumbled upon this smashing business opportunity involving chocolate fountains - they're selling like hot cakes, I tell you! - and I'd love to spread the wealth."

"Theodore, you haven't joined another MLM, have you?"

"What is an MLM, other than an opportunity to invest in yourself?"

"Don't make me phone your mother."

The call ended rather abruptly after that. Only Lucy, as always, was an angel.

"I take it you've heard plenty about him?"

"Who? Oh, him. Yes, more than plenty."

"I thought you might. He has...quite the presence, so the papers wanted to interview him, and he agreed - "

" - obviously - "

"And I think they asked him about you at some point."

Her mouth dried. She struggled to find her voice, forcing it to stay casually disinterested. "Hm? What did he say?"

"Absolutely nothing. First and probably last time I've seen him stunned speechless. Naturally, it's all anyone can talk about."

"Mhm."

"He hasn't talked about you, if you're wondering. Sees it coming from a mile away every time George and I try to bring it up. It's so stupid; we know it, he knows it, and he's always in a foul mood. He keeps thinking, these days...Y/N?"

"I don't care."

"No one would blame you if you did."

"I don't."

"So how are you holding up?"

"Well, Luce, I felt happiness outside of external validation for the first time in...ever, then three months later I'm crying in my bathtub wishing I would die, and now I'm miles away from everyone I ever knew and it's always dark outside and I'm always miserable. I'm doing great."

She could hear the exhaustion in the crackling static of the telephone. It occurred to her that she wasn't much acting all that cheerful either.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think he half-expected to see you there."

She inhaled sharply and sat up in her armchair so fast she could feel a cramp curling in her neck. She didn't dare believe Lucy's words. "Really?" she wanted to breathe into the telephone, and revel in dormant delusions, if only for a moment. Instead, she gingerly sank back into the chair, continuing in a flat voice.

"Well, I don't care about any of that now. Oh, I'm sick of it. All of it. If I never hear his name again for as long as I live, it'll be still be too soon. How's George doing?"

After she hung up, she laid in her chair, watching the shadows from her shutters stretch and fold over her furniture as the sun set. She was thinking about the last party she had been to, a yacht party where some of Fittes' and Rotwell's biggest investors were in attendance. How Lockwood had managed to score an invite was beyond her, but what intrigued her more was the cab ride they shared back to Portland Row.

She had been half-dozing off when she felt a hand cover hers. As she blinked at him blearily, she noticed the rigid tension in his spine, as if poised and waiting for an attack. He was clutching her hand purposefully, as if holding off on warning her about something malevolent that was consuming him. She couldn't see his face, which began to feel no different from the cold, hard window pane it was peering out of.

She stirred, distantly unnerved by his impersonality. He glanced at her, apologetically retracting his hand with a sheepish smile. But that look of consternation remained on his face as he turned back to the window with a furrowed brow, with the air of waiting for something. He visibly relaxed as they approached Portland Row, but she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling even by the time they reached the doorstep.

"You all right?" she was asking, while Lockwood fumbled with their keys.

"'Course. Why wouldn't I be?"

She didn't respond, and the two of them watched him wrench at the key in the lock, trying to steady his mildly trembling fingers.

"Key turns the other way."

He paused his efforts, and after a second or two turned the key the other way. The door slid open smoothly with a click. He held it open, but she just looked at him expectantly. He sighed.

"I'm fine, I promise. I just...get a little nervous around some parts of London."

"Which parts?"

"Some."

"Scared of what?"

"A few things."

"Why?"

"For fun. Look, I'm freezing out here. Can we just drop this?"

That was more than a mild exaggeration; the sun had only just set and the air was still pleasantly balmy. But he looked so beseechingly, and it didn't take much for her to relent when it came to Lockwood, so they stepped inside and shrugged their coats off in silence.

"I'll tell you some day. I'm sure I will."

That was some day too far away. Now she'll never know if, or why he ever felt like that. Or rather, she wouldn't know when he would feel like that. But it was no matter. It was none of her business then, and it was even less of her business now.

She had mostly forgotten about her conversation with Lucy by the following week, which was why her parcel came as a bit of a surprise, especially since she'd mentioned being swamped by a mountain of upcoming cases.

Y/N -

I was thinking about our call the other day. On a completely unrelated note, here's about every gossip rag from the past month I could find at Arif's.

Love, Lucy.

She was beginning to see what was so appealing about these magazines. As ruthless as they could be, they sure knew how to sell a pipe dream to common folk with less exciting lives. The gala was clearly as glitzy and glamorous as it was every year, and the articles held an air of intrigue now that she was quite separate from Fittes. But that quivering excitement became somewhat muffled as she flipped through the glossy pages.

The Anthony Lockwood she saw now looked worlds apart from the Lockwood she left behind. His well-fitting suit, megawatt smile and carefully styled hair made him look expensive in a way that destabilised her. She flipped through photograph after photograph of him looking jarringly luxurious besides walls of text effusing about the success of their latest case, and what an honour it must have been to be personally invited by Marissa Fittes herself. It weighed at the pit in her stomach to see this unfamiliar silhouette of a friend who was become increasingly unattainable, speeding along roads to prosperity faster than she could ever keep up with.

She sifted through the other rags. The most extensive feature was a few pages long, and was centered more on the exciting, up-and-coming agency that was Lockwood & Co. rather than a specific case. There were pictures from their most recent cases, and in each one he looked unnaturally distinct from the last, but in every single one he oozed an appealingly languid charisma. It was good to see him doing so well. She was happy for him. Or she would be, tomorrow, when she had the strength for it. Lockwood was unbearable in a way that made him perfect for a life in the public eye, a life for which she was somehow always deficient. She traced a too-long strand of hair flopped on his forehead in one of the photographs, as if she could magically straighten it out.

She could see him now, thumbing through the pages with an approving tilt to his head, limbs folded uncomfortably in the armchair he always insisted on sharing with her. "No such thing as bad press," he'd claim absent-mindedly, his too-long hair flopping impractically. And she'd watch him with bruised eyes like she always did, wishing for nothing more in that moment shared with him. In other words, wishing for nothing short of what she could never have.

Maybe it was some lingering wish to break herself before he beat her to it. Because that was all it was; dodging blows, lying through pretty teeth, racing ahead to pull one over on him, cursing the feel of his breath on her. There was simply no calm, no respite, only the all-consuming experience of becoming wrapped up in him and losing bits and pieces of herself which would never again be truly hers.

She picked up the telephone again. It felt too heavy in her hand. Numbly, she spun the dial as if on autopilot, keying in her mother's phone number. The dial tone comforted her in some twisted yet cathartic acknowledgement of the emptiness inside of her.

Looking at it now she could see the distinct air of mystery that engulfed Lockwood and clouded her vision. He was never quite fully present; a part of him was always tucked away to be kept secret in some dark corner, and her mind was only too happy to extrapolate, to construct this most desirable yet entirely mythical figment. She felt ragged, winded and worn from battling reality day after day, all alone. And most of all, she felt so very stupid.

Her mother was saying that she had made the right decision. Not that she needed any reminding. Of course her life had taken an upward swing ever since; she'd be a fool to think otherwise. She was positively paralysed with liberty, bedridden with joy, simply immobile with ecstasy!

She was slowly but surely going very insane. Now making eyes at each other, now disconnect, now love, now heartache, now this, now that, but never any peace. Maybe it was some lingering wish to shatter and let the pent up misery dissipate.

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Months passed. The holiday season arrived, and she choked through the November blues with shivering bones and clammy hands. Even with the slight uptick in visitors, as was expected in the colder months, her life provided little to distract her from her own ghosts under the floorboards. So when she received a consultancy request from Fittes one morning, she had written back and mailed her response all while still holding the jam knife.

The train was crowded and noisy with the bustle of the holidays, but as it chugged along through the fields of snow, she couldn't help but perk up ever so slightly at every sigh and creak of its wheels. There was a spring in her step all the way to Fittes headquarters, where she was supposed to collect her apartment key.

A tall, indistinct figure was walking out of the revolving doors as she approached. She flinched when she realised who it was - Lockwood, who didn't seem much happier to see her either. He looked mostly well, though the corners of his mouth were a little strained, his face flushed in the cold.

"...Y/N?"

"Lockwood."

"You're...home?"

"Yeah. Um, how have you been?"

"Good...good. Busy. As busy as winter gets."

He was wearing a different coat. It was quite similar to his old one, but this one was thicker and more structured, and looked like it was at least somewhat effective in keeping the brisk winter wind out. He looked foreign and unfamiliar in a way he hadn't since...since the Investors Party.

It had taken her a while to pick his face out of the pretentious crowd, given how preoccupied she was with weaving through the thicket of people. It had taken her a eyes minute to adjust to the almost nauseatingly charismatic silhouette of an especially-chuffed Lockwood in a newly tailored but otherwise identical suit. She tried to give him a reproaching look, but there was something infectious in his smooth ease as he larked about in his prime which made her lips twitch despite herself as he waded through the crowds.

"You really shouldn't be here."

"You're clearly not drunk enough yet."

"How did you even get in? This is invitation-only."

"Had an invite, didn't I?"

She pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly. He was hopelessly incorrigible in an oddly fascinating way. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she felt herself begin to relent.

"I ought to...tell someone about you."

"That you're secretly in love with me?"

"That we have an illegal stowaway."

"You're not going to rat me out, are you?"

The pleading look on his face was enough to give her pause. She was already beginning to regret her decision, but he looked so vivacious it was difficult to stay disapproving for long.

"Excellent. Now, would you be so good as to point me in the direction of the bigger spenders?"

They spend the next few hours laughing and entertaining the many important men on the boat and their great deal of important thoughts. She'd excuse herself towards the end of every conversation to leave Lockwood and the glimmer in his eye to close a deal. For someone so adept at climbing the corporate ladder, she was surprisingly poor at fulfilling these adjacent duties.

She hated every second of it, and she drank as much as she could without raising eyebrows to make it all halfway palatable, but it was all worth it then. He had wanted to stay for as long as it would have been polite, so when they finally left, long after the media had made their rounds at the event, his jacket was folded over his left arm and his hand was delicately holding hers.

When she was stuck in her drafty cottage on the edge of nowhere, she'd think about the feel of his fingers curling around her palm more than it was appropriate, and wonder how she ever thought she was somehow better off here.

But that evening's sense of camraderie was long gone. Now, she regarded him coolly, holding him at arm's length. They may have had a rough falling out, but that didn't mean they couldn't still be friends. Just friends. Nothing more. But the vaguely intimate look in Lockwood's eye told her he was in no mood to entertain any kind of platonic notions.

"I didn't know you were back."

She relented. It was the season of giving, after all.

"Only for a while. Fittes hired me as a consultant for a few months."

He blinked at her. "You could have called."

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

"Of course I'd be interested. I'm always interested when it comes to you."

She sighed sharply. It was so easy to get swept up and believe him when he said things like that, that she wondered how she found the strength to leave. He was a bastard, a ne'er-do-well who only knew how to break her heart after promising sweet, simple luxuries in whispers over expanses of skin. She made her lips tremble, her pulse quicken, her heart shake in all the worst ways.

But underneath all that, love was there. Love was there...still.

"Ready to go?"

They turned in unison towards a strikingly beautiful girl with glossy raven curls walking out of the revolving doors. The girl's smile only slipped a fraction as she shook her hand, and she was distantly aware of making some kind of clumsy introduction. They stuttered through some stunted small talk, during which all she was aware of was the blood roaring in her ears that gave the whole scene a distantly muffled feel. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Well, this was...lovely. Shall we go, then?"

The girl turned to leave, but some semblance of hesitation prevented her from pulling Lockwood along with her.. His face still had that same confused look.

"You could have called," he repeated tonelessly, like a broken record. The girl's presence made the back of her neck smart and prickle uncomfortably.

"I might, later."

"Bye. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too."

"We're home all day."

The last one was from Lockwood.

"Just...if you want to drop by. So that Luce and George don't have my head on a platter by supper."

"Goodbye, Lockwood."

He was captivating in a way that made her want to keep him all to herself. No one needed to intrude on this tantalising secret they shared. It was at that moment that she made the very unfortunate realisation that she didn't need to say it out loud to make what she had been screaming from the rooftops of her heart any more real - him and her would forever be unfinished business.

And nothing she could do could make the palpitations of her heart any less real either.

As the life she once dreamed of walked away from her, all she was acutely aware of was that it was a lingering wish, some half-thought dream, to sit opposite him in a chilly kitchen on blustery mornings, watching him drink his tea while she got drunk on him.

TAGLIST: @novelizt @avdiobliss @dangelnleif @mischivana @mitskiswift99 @houseoftwistedspirits

#lockwood & co #fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood imagine #fanfic #lockwood x y/n #taylor swift #1989 vault tracks #taylor swift 1989 #1989 tv #1989 #1989 taylor's version #now that we don't talk

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

I NEED CHRISTMAS THEMED REBECCA WELTON X READER

maybe one where there’s angst where Y/n is really close with Rebecca and the team so she spends lots of time at the club and Rebecca is trying really hard to Show y/n that she loves her but y/n is completely oblivious, Rebecca spills to Keeley how much she loves y/n and Keeley tells y/n abt and surprises Rebecca or something.

you can alter things so it makes sense! ☺️

Make Your Wish Come True

Rebecca Welton x Fem!reader

(not my gif)

WARNING: MINORS DNI, cliffhanger ending?

❝ She’s showed me what love was supposed to be. I find my heart so full of her I can hardly call it my own❞

-Rebecca Welton

~~✿ஜீ۞ஜீ✿•.¸¸.•*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*•.¸¸.•✿ஜீ۞ஜீ✿~~

“You know, I really don’t think she fancies me. I really just don’t seem her type, Keels” Y/n says, unconvinced of even the slightest possibility. “Oh come on! She totally fancies you!”

Keeley had known y/n since their middle school years. They’d always get into some chaos wherever they’d go, sometimes, (which means all the time) Keeley would be the one always in isolation for taking the pranks a bit too extravagant. One time, Keeley and Y/n egged their neighbors house. But, a certain someone took it a step too far and toilet papered his car and dyed his dog key lime green.

A year ago, Rebecca had met y/n whenever they had run into each other in the hallways of the FC. Of course, since Rebecca is Rebecca she was always quite professional, and with y/n being clumsy and always getting herself, sometimes others, injured with her recklessness.

Y/n was in a rush to get to Keeley on a particular Saturday, hearing heels clicking in the distance, y/n paid no mind, focusing entirely on her phone. “Y/n watch out!” A familiar voice shouted, but, before y/n could turn around her dance smashed into someone, someone tall, and blonde, and beautiful…

“Miss Y/l/n, I’d say to be careful, but we all know you’ll fall again,” Rebecca smiled, chuckling sweetly, making sure y/n didn’t trip and fall on the floor. Y/n freezes up slightly, but still manages to utter a coherent sentence. “Thank you, Becca,” The blonde woman nodded with the same charming smile and let go of y/n before walking off, a faint blush on her cheeks.

The two shorter women watched as Rebecca strutted away with her hips swaying perfectly as she went. “She wants you…”

“Not! I can only keep dreaming.” Y/n sighed dreamily staring at the mistletoe in the heavily decorated hallway. Ribbons and trees lined the tables, and festive lights seemed to burn your eyes.

“Maybe Santa can Make Your Wish Come True!” Keeley exclaimed, grabbing a Santa plushie off of her desk and squeaking it, causing the two to laugh.

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Rebecca never thought she would find herself surrounded by the Ted’s little…friendship circle.

“So, uh, boss. What brings you here?” Ted smiles, his hands folder in his laugh. “Well..Uhm, I’m positive you all know y/n, correct?” Rebecca looks around, everyone nodding, listening intently. “I…I feel…strongly toward her,” she had worded it that way for a reason, she was quite unsure about this, the memories of her last relationship with Rupert still haunting her mind. “Strongly, how?” Nate asked, slightly squinting his eyes as if he knew what she was going to continue with, Rebecca sighed, “I like her, I really do” Higgins clapped his hands together, “I knew it!”

“Like or love?” Roy bluntly enjoined, the blonde stood there for a minute to finally admit to herself what she had register for long.

“Love.” She spoke barely above a whisper, Roy smirked, to tease Rebecca further he urged her to be louder, “Huh?”

“I said I love her! Okay?!”

That was they had needed. From that point forward, everybody in AFC Richmond knew about about Rebecca’s little plan. She gave y/n extravagant gifts, showered her in compliments, and flirted every chance she got. Yet, y/n and her infinite wisdom thought that Rebecca was being friendly. In all truth, the blonde was about to just come clean, so, to prepare herself, Rebecca goes on to tell Keeley about just how much she’s willing to go for y/n. Though, she might’ve already known.

At the little firm Keeley had been managing, Rebecca hastily made her way to her best-friend’s office. A state of panic washed over her, she really just didn’t know what to do, she’d never dated a woman so this was all knew to her. “Keeley?” The taller woman called, opening the door, “Becca! What’s this about, y/n? Did you finally snog her?”

Keeley was one to be quite blunt when it came to romantic questions. “No, sadly” Rebecca chuckled joylessly, tossing her bag on Keeley’s office couch. Keeley frowned, hating the look on Rebecca’s face, “Man, is she really that blind?” She joked, chuckling at Rebecca’s little smile, “why don’t you just tell her? She likes you, isn’t it obvious at this point?” Rebecca looked at up at her in disbelief, “you’re joking?” Keeley almost screamed, these two were a bunch of idiots. For a literal month, these two had been pining for each other, they’ve been flirting non-stop and yet they still don’t know if the other likes the other? Jesus Christ, they were going to be the death of her.

Rebecca jumped out of her seat and ran to her car, the snow falling gracefully as the cold hit her cheeks. Buttoning her jacket to keep warm, she dialed a certain someone’s phone number..

#rebecca welton #open requests #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #rebecca is mother #she’s so fucking beautiful #she’s my wife #omg this is so cute

[my-soupy-brain]

Y/N and Ted have a code name for a dirty word. While at a social event with lots of people, Y/N casually slips the word into conversation, causing Ted to choke on his drink and get very red in the face.

OK, this is too fun to pass up even if I'm dipping my toe back into the prompt writing game. Basing this off Jason's Hall Pass interview about "subtract your clothes..." Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Teasing, light smut

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The gala was a smashing success for Rebecca and the team this year. No Rupert in sight for once -- it's nice he's been basically banished from the face of the earth -- and it was so fun getting to dress up with your boyfriend, Ted Lasso.

Ted looked so good in a suit it almost hurt.

His long, muscular legs in dark dress pants. His brought shoulders in a jacket. That tie was teasing you all night to grab it.

You returned to your table with a whiskey for him and a vodka tonic for you.

As Roy and Keeley chatted, your hand was on his thigh under the table, running up higher and higher. Ted's body naturally leaned a little closer, and then he moved his chair a little closer, so your hand could reach further...

"Sometimes you gotta just do the math," you said, smirking with a wink at Ted, but speaking to Roy as an analogy.

Ted chokes a bit on his whiskey, looking at you with big doe eyes.

"Yeah, yer right about that. I'm gettin' anotha drink. Anyone want one?" Keeley pops up to join him.

"Sugar?" Ted murmurs, your hand still high on his thigh.

"Hm?"

"What...uh, made ya use that term?" Ted asks, his voice low and gruff, turning you on.

"Do the math?"

Ted nods. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about."

Ooof, you loved this saucy side.

"That's our code word for sexy time," he adds. "Or, rather, when we want to fuck."

Your whole body tingles and chills as that word slides out of his mouth, in that low Kansas drawl.

Keeley and Roy are chattering when they return to the table and you nod in acknowledgment, whispering to Ted.

"Wanted to see what you'd do."

Ted clears his throat, and grabs your hand, placing right over his cock, which is hardening quickly under the table. He knows you can't stand feeling it when you can't do anything about it.

So two can play this game.

When Leslie stops by your table, you reach out to pat his arm.

"Hi there, Leslie!" you greet. "Hey, question: Can we do the math later on some of the marketing budget for next season?"

Leslie, none the wiser to your and Ted's game, smiles jovially. "Absolutely. Happy to help!" He walks away to join his wife at their table.

"Just gonna do the math with anyone, huh?" Ted whispers to your ear. You grin and wink, taking a sip of your cocktail and dropping one strap of your dress down, making his nostrils flare at how bad he wants to lick your skin.

As you push away from the table, you stand quickly and fix your strap.

"Excuse me! Powder room, ladies room, you know the drill," you joke with a laugh, leaving the table.

Ted's jaw clenches watching your hips sway away in that dress that clings to all the right places. Roy and Keeley are now talking to Jamie with their backs turned to Ted, giving him the opportunity to scurry away.

"Ted!" Beard chimes, holding Jane's hand. "How are ya? Haven't seen you tonight."

Ted is distracted, watching your body in the low light through the corridor where you take a left.

Ted nods, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, Beardo, sorry about that. Jane, nice to see ya. If you excuse me..."

He bee-lines for your whereabouts, keeping an eye on anyone else who may be nearby.

He's willed his hard cock to stay down but if he has it his way, it won't be for long. He sneaks into the ladie's restroom and hears only your humming and sees no other feet in the stalls.

"Ted!" you exclaim, and he holds up a "shush," before turning around and locking the door.

In two wide steps he picks you up and puts you on the counter, his hands climbing up under your dress to your thighs.

"Someone is excited..."

Ted grunts as he kisses your neck, slipping his jacket off without removing his lips.

"That phrase is like Pavlov's damn dogs, I can't stand it," he gruffs. "Need you. Now."

His need is evident in the way he pleads for you, and you slip the straps of your dress off and let your breasts out to him.

"We don't have long, baby..." you whisper against his lips, which then leave yours to reach your collarbone, your breast, and now wrapped around a nipple. Ted nods. "Mmm-hmm" as his hands work under your dress for your panties but...

Oh-hoooo! No panties to be found.

His deft fingers make quick work between the wetness that's gathered from teasing him all night. And his other hand works open his belt in one fell swoop, your fingers nimbly unbuttoning and lowering the fly.

Using a grunt and needy stare, Ted tugs you to the edge of the counter and lines up into you, sinking into your heat and pushing his hips in and out.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this hard," you murmur, breathless, against his ear. You're keeping your voices low since the hallway's just outside.

His right hand cups your ass, the other against your face as he kisses you.

"Only you can do that to me, sugar," he practically moans out, looking down to see himself sliding in and out of you.

"Fuck," you cry against his neck, your body trembling as your climax nears. You try to keep your voice down.

"Yeah, yeah...that's right, baby... come for me. Come for me, show me how good that feels," he's murmuring against your ear with a hot breath and deep drawl. That does you in, taking you over the edge.

"Oh, oh...oh, God...I'm..."

Ted nods and smiles, his cock still working a measured rhythm with your body. "Yeah, there she is. That feel good darlin'? You're so good..."

Your fingernails are grasping his hair, his back, anything you can reach for purchase as he looks up to see your head tilted over, your lips parted, eyes glassy and it's the sexiest thing ever that he's doing this right now.

You can feel his body stiffen and hips stutter and you know he's close, so you return to his lips, kissing him, running your tongue along them and that takes him to his edge.

A thrust, and another, and he's spilling into you, his mouth and mustache tucked against your neck while he moans as quietly as he can. And that's hard, because Ted is a moaner.

But he doesn't depart just yet, as you soothe him and tell him how good he feels, how good he always makes you feel, which makes him feel so happy and loved after doing something so uncharacteristic for him.

"Should we go back to the gala?" he asks gently, using a damp, warm paper towel to clean you up -- like he always does at home.

You nod.

"If I can walk, sure."

He bursts into giggles at that, and you do, too.

One of your favorite things about Ted is how much fun you have. Always.

"I could give you a piggyback ride?" he offers, still smirking. His dimple deep on his cheek.

"I'll just stain your suit jacket."

And another round of giggles ensues.

Knock-knock-knock! "Is this in use? I think the door locked!"

Ted's eyes go wide, and so do yours. But you both start to giggle.

"Just a second!" you call out, Ted hiding on a toilet in an empty stall.

You unlock the door just in time to see Mrs. Higgins.

"Oh, hello dear! That must've locked on your way in!"

"It sure did! I'm sorry about that," you smile, your eyes darting to the stall where Ted is hovered with his feet off the ground.

Once she goes to her own stall, Ted sneaks down and out of the restroom with you, hand in hand. Giggling all the way back to the ballroom.

---

Hope that was a fun one! Jason's whole "subtract your clothes, divide your legs" had me thinking what phrase could be innocuous enough to make Ted sweat. And there we go! Thank you so much for this prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #ted lasso x you #gala ted is too hot to put down

[geralt-of-baevia]

Begin Again

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season's pressures and the demons of their past?

Pairing: Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny Fletcher)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None…yet! Just some fluffy fun.

A/N: So, this lady here is oBSESSED with Ted Lasso and this idea came to me (because I am also a photographer and I'm going to live vicariously through Penny 😝) and it's just snowballed into so many ideas and I love these characters. That's all. 💛

Beta: Thank you to @midnightswithdearkatytspb for proofreading this and helping motivate me to finish this! This story wouldn't happen without you!

Tag List: Let me know if you want to be tagged for updates!

Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job.

As I walked down the road to the pitch, I could feel my heart making its way up into my throat while my stomach twisted into devilish knots. I swallowed hard and figideted with straps on my camera bag, my stomach all the while knotting harder. 

“Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job,” I said to myself outloud this time. I had been telling myself this since last night when the Sunday Scaries began. With one more deep breath I walked into the parking lot, where I thankfully saw my uncle. Never had I been so happy to see him. 

“Uncle Leslie!” I yipped. He snapped around to me, a large grin growing on his round face at the sight of me. 

“Poppet! So glad you’re here! Come! Come!” He motioned me over, giving me a warm embrace once I made my way across the parking lot to him. I think he could sense my nerves by the way he held onto the hug a little longer than me. 

“Are you terribly nervous?” he asked, holding me by the shoulder with his free hand. I nodded. 

“You have no idea. This is my first like, truly professional gig. I mean, I’ve never shot anything on this level as a proper job. What if I fuck it up?” I asked, giving him an uncertain face. 

“Then we’ll fire you,” he told me nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his words and he frowned. 

“Oh poppet, I was just kidding,” he said, bringing me into another fatherly embrace, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing. You are very good at what you do. That’s why Rebecca hired you.”

“It’s not just because you’re my uncle and you gave her my resume and portfolio yourself?” I asked, muffled into the lapel of his brown suit. He laughed, pulling me again to arm's length. 

“Honey, the fact that I’m your uncle has nothing to do with you getting this job. Alright, maybe a little,” he said, giving me a scrunched up face. I mimicked him, letting out a heavy over exaggerated sigh. 

“You are an incredibly talented photographer, that’s the reason I recommended you for this job. You’re going to smash this, poppet. Now, should I take you up to meet your new boss?” I nodded. 

After navigating the clubhouse, we made it to Ms. Welton’s office. I watched as my uncle rapped his knuckles on the door, and after half a moment a woman’s voice told us to come in. My uncle gave me a thumbs up and a reassuring smile before opening the door. 

“Good morning!” he said chipperly as we entered the office. I followed behind just slightly. 

Rebecca Welton was as gorgeous in person as she was in the photos I’d seen of her. She held a presence in the room that I coveted for. And god damn it if I didn’t want to photograph her, she was so striking. I decided to focus on that for the time being, instead of my nerves.

“Oh! Good morning, Higgins! Is that our new photographer behind you there?” she asked, standing from her seat behind a large, wooden desk. A big grin spread across her lipglossed lips. 

“Yes it is-”

“Knock, knock!”

I turned around to see the infamous mustached coach of Richmond walk into the room, a small pink box in his hands. His eyes got wide as they met mine, realizing he was interrupting something. 

“Oh I’m sorry, folks. I didn’t realize-”

“I’ll stop you right there, Ted. Higgins was just about to introduce me to his niece, and our new photographer, Samantha,” Rebecca told Ted as she made her way around the front of her desk, sitting on just the edge. 

“Well, hot diggity dog! You mean to tell me we’re going to have two Higginses working here? I didn’t think that was a possibility and now that it’s possible, I don’t want it any other way,” Ted rambled out. I giggled a little at his words, and he seemed to almost blush at my reaction.

“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you Ms. Welton,” I said, putting my hand out. I turned next to Coach Lasso, extending my hand to him. “And very nice to meet you Coach Lasso.”

“Oh we don’t need the formalities around here, just call me Ted. And speaking of formalities, do you go by Sam?” he started, and I had a hunch I knew where he was going with this. “Because if you do, we already have one Sam here and that will just get so gosh darn confusing. So, you have two other options.”

“Oh?” I asked, it coming out of my mouth before I could stop it. He smirked at me. 

“Man and Tha. I mean, they are the only other options with a name like Samantha,” he jested. 

“Well, lucky for all of you,” I said, also turning to address Ms. Welton, “I go by my middle name.” 

“Oh yes, I probably should have told you that, Rebecca,” Uncle Leslie said in a deadpan tone, his face suddenly realizing he did not let anyone know that information. 

“It’s okay Uncle Leslie. But I go by Penny-”

“LANE?!” The sheer volume and excitement that came out of Ted caused the other three of us in the room all to jump in tandem, Ms. Welton clutching her chest. I laughed, my heart still beating quickly in my chest. 

“Actually, it’s funny you say that because that is where my name comes from.”

“No it is not,” he blurted out, a big stupid grin plastered on his face. 

“It is! When I was born, my parents didn’t have a middle name picked out for me for ages, and my second day in hospital apparently I “smiled” for the first time when Penny Lane came on the radio. The nurses told my parents it was just gas, but they decided to look through rose colored glasses and think I smiled. So, Penelope became my middle name.” 

Ted looked at me with the largest grin plastered on his face, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my uncle and Ms. Welton giving each other a knowing look. 

“Yes yes, that’s a lovely story Penny, but I’m terribly sorry and I must kick you out now. I have a phone meeting starting in ten minutes and I’d like to get myself properly prepared,” Ms. Welton interjected, going back around her desk and sitting down in her chair. 

“Like a pot roast! MmmmMmm! Man oh man, I sure would love myself a properly prepared pot roast right about now. Like one of those ones that have the potatoes and carrots-”

“TED!” I jumped again as Ms. Welton broke Ted’s concentration. 

“Sorry, boss. I will just leave these here for you,” he said, walking over and setting the pink box down in front of her. She excitedly clapped her hands together before picking up the box and inhaling deeply, her face relaxing into a small smile.

“Thank you, Ted,” she said with a nod before turning her attention back to me, “Oh Penny, I will come find you later. I need to iron out some final details with you regarding a photoshoot.”

“That sounds excellent, Ms. Welton,” I said, giving her a big grin. She met my smile with  her own, melting away some of my nerves. 

“I’m very looking forward to you being here, Penny,” she said as the three of us exited her office and went into the hallway. 

“Would you like to come down and meet the team? I’d be happy to introduce you,” Ted offered. 

“That would be lovely. But I think my Uncle Leslie was going to give me a tour-”

“A tour that can wait!” my uncle interjected happily, “Go meet your new art subjects!” 

Ted and I looked at each other, holding each others gaze for a moment before he left out a happy sigh. 

“Well alright, then let’s get to it!” he said excitedly, nudging his head in the way we were supposed to go. 

“After you Coach,” I said, gesturing in the same way. As we made our way down the hallway, I mentally kicked myself. “I mean, Ted. Sorry.” 

“No no, that’s okay. You can call me Coach, Ted, T-Dawg, whatever you like. As long as it’s not wanker,” he jested with a short laugh. 

“Oh yes, wanker is indeed a good one. But I promise I won’t call you that. I think I’ve only ever called two men in my life wanker and really meant it. I don’t see you being my third, T-Dawg,” I said, giving him a coy smirk. He shook his head with another laugh. 

“Oh Penny, I think you’re going to be a grand addition to this team.”

“Addition to the team?” I asked, an eyebrow raising at him. 

“Well, yeah. Everyone here at Richmond is part of the team, you included,” he said, giving me a friendly wink. I felt my heart make its way to my throat, but this time I was leaning towards it not being from nerves. 

“Th-that’s very sweet, Ted,” I said, giving him another smile. 

I followed Ted into what I assumed to be the coaches office. Inside I recognized Coach Beard sitting at a desk and Roy Kent leaning against a metal filing cabinet. 

“Hey guys! This is-”

“Penny Fletcher. I looked at your social media, you’re a phenomenal photographer. Those photos you took at the World Cup?” Coach Beard nodded an approving nod. 

“Wait, you took photos at the World Cup?” Roy interjected gruffly before I could reply. 

I felt my cheeks flush red. 

“Oh, yeah I did. I entered a lottery for amateur photographers to get photo passes and work with a journalist from your country. I just happened to be one of the lucky three that won,” I explained. Coach Beard nodded again, looking down at his phone as he typed away at it. 

“You guys have to see the shots. They are far beyond superb in my opinion,” he said, holding his phone out to the room. 

Ted clapped his hands before rubbing his palms together in excitement. On the screen was one of my photos, a mid air action shot where the player was completely horizontal after head butting a goal. 

“Woo-wee! Show me the goods!”

Ted and Roy hurriedly moved up from their spots and got closer to Beard’s phone to have a look. 

I watched as Ted’s eyes lit up at the photo, pointing to the screen. 

“Is there a direction I can swipe on this to see potentially more incredible photos, Beard?” 

“To the left.” 

Ted began singing as he swiped through the photos. “To the left, to the left, everything you-”

“-own in the box to the left…” I quietly sang along with him. Apparently, it was louder than I had intended because Ted looked over at me from the phone and just grinned. 

My heart rose into my throat again. 

“So what kind of photos are you going to be taking of the team exactly? Just action shots like these?” Roy asked, taking his place back against the filing cabinet. 

“Well, I mean yes. But I’m also going to be doing all of your portraits and team photos as well.” 

“All of our portraits?” Roy implored, furrowing his already permanently furrowed brow. I couldn’t help but giggle at his face, quickly putting up a hand to cover it. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” I said, “but when you do that with your eyebrows you look like a proper Jim Henson Muppet.” 

Roy growled low in his throat, his expression not changing, Ted and Beard trying to stifle their giggles at my comment.

“And yes, all of your portraits. Well, I guess you could also call them headshots if you’d like. But something already tells me you guys are familiar with a different kind of headshot,” I jested, awkwardly pointing fingers into the room. I immediately mentally kicked myself. 

“Penny?” Beard asked, getting my attention. 

“Yeah?” 

“I think you’re going to fit in here great.” 

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x ofc #theodore lasso #rebecca welton #leslie higgins #ted lasso fluff

[veryace-ficrecs]

Valentines Day Fic Recs

Happy valentines day! this list will be fics focused around or on valentines day! Enjoy!

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

One Piece

waiting by tinyjet7 - Rated G

zoro watches sanji hand out treats to everyone but him.

Ship to Sea, Lock to Key by 8ball - Rated G

“I want to buy the cook a restaurant.”

Ted Lasso

Take My Whole Life Too by ItsClydeBitches - Rated G

Ted Lasso was the kind of man who taught NSYNC choreography for a going away party and bent his players into impossible positions just to say “Hi, Boss!” in the morning. He’d organized fearsome bets over darts, baked heavenly biscuits on the regular, and had requested at least two boxes from Nate Shelley’s niece, one of which still sat on a shelf in his office, despite the betrayal. Ted was also a passionate believer in what he referred to as “rom-communism,” all the trappings included. In retrospect, Trent should have known he’d go all out for Valentine’s Day.

9-1-1

Take Another Little Pizza My Heart by Phreakycat - Rated T

In which Buck helps Christopher with his Valentines for school, and discovers some things about himself. OR Buck is oblivious, but Eddie loves him anyway.

be my valentine by coupe_de_foudre - Rated G

“What sort of stupid joke is this, Buck?” Buck gapes, holding his hands up in mock-surrender. “Hey, I didn’t do this! I was driving.” (or Christopher gets sick of his dad and Buck being oblivious idiots and decides to help them out)

Stranger Things

Be My Valentine? by Sharpbutsoft (BuckysButt) - Rated T

“Aren’t you sick of me, yet?” Eddie asks, joint dangling precariously between two fingers. He’s stretched out on the floor of his bedroom. It’s this ritual he and Steve have been sharing for months now. Light some incense, order pizza, share a joint or three and give voice to the half-formed thoughts swirling round their heads. Eddie’s been balancing on the precipice of this conversation for longer than he’d care to admit. Exposing himself, pushing a boundary he knows better than to break.  This thing with Steve, this delicate relationship, if you could even call it that. It still feels new, fresh. Fragile. And Eddie’s not known for handling these things with care. Smash first, ask questions later. 

Cupid's One-Shot by DeadEyedGemini - Rated T

When Will Byers calls him up on a Saturday afternoon to invite him to come and play a surprise One-Shot at Gareth's house on Valentine's Day he doesn't really have a reason to say no, it's not like has a date or anything better to do. Imagine his surprise when he showed up to find that not only is Robin Buckley there to play but so is his long-time crush and friend, Steve Harrington. Soon it becomes apparent that everyone seems to be in on some secret that Eddie isn't aware of, but also that this one-shot might have an alternative motive than just being something to do on a Tuesday night.

IT

cherry cordial by ShowMeAHero - Rated E

He’s staring down hard at his phone, scrolling aimlessly through Facebook without reading anything, when someone bumps into him. Whoever it is grabs the pole, their hands brushing against each other’s. Right in his ear, the guy says, “Fucking shit, you’re hot.” Eddie’s head jerks up, startled, and he meets the bright blue eyes of a man at least eight inches taller than him. The guy’s got a pink knit cap tugged down over his head and a spill of curls falling down from it, his glasses fogging up in the warmth of the train car. “What?” Eddie demands.

Supernatural

(un)attached by one_more_offbeat_anthem - Rated G

Three months after Chuck's defeat, Dean is spending his Valentine's Day eating spaghetti and making cards with Jack while his brother goes on a post-hunt vacation. And then Jack asks if he can make a card for Cas.

Bee my Valentine? by your_average_fangirl256 - Rated G

Valentine's Day Fluff.

Dean builds Cas a garden..and Cas proposes in it. There are Pie and Bees too.

Teen Wolf

Candy-Coated Roses by simplyambyy - Rated G

Holidays at work are always a festive time and Valentine’s Day is no exception. The entire building is covered in hearts and flowers while the front desk of every floor has a dish of Hershey’s kisses wrapped in red, pink, and silver foil. Stiles exits the elevator and makes his way towards his cubicle, smiling and murmuring greetings to his favorite co-workers on his way. For some reason, the twenty-six-year-old was in a pretty good mood and it might have to do with the cherry-flavored lollipop he knew was waiting for him at his cubicle. What Stiles isn’t expecting is the pile of roses and lollipops covering his desk space.

Craigslist Valentine by Triangulum - Rated E

The Craigslist ad had been because Peter had been wonderfully, spectacularly drunk. Reservations for the Palm are hard to get, even for someone like Peter, and he's had his name down for eight months. He refuses to waste it. If he hadn't been trashed on expensive pinot noir, he would have considered maybe inviting his best friend, Chris, or taking out a niece or nephew. But no, he'd been three sheets to the wind and decided that he needed to share his Valentine's Day dinner reservations with a random stranger. Or Peter refuses to let good dinner reservations go to waste just because his (ex)girlfriend cheated on him. He drunkenly makes a Craigslist ad to find a date, and Stiles answers.

Labyrinth (1986)

Valentine Revisions by Rayac - Rated M

As part of a cathartic exercise, Sarah is dared to prepare some unusual Valentines for the men of her past. She never planned on the Goblin King actually receiving his or that he would meet her revised expectations. But does he ever.

Star Wars

no place like home by ShowMeAHero - Rated G

“Anything else?” she asks, ringing up his coffees. The ding, ding-ding, ding, ding of the register’s buttons wakes Han up a little bit more. “Yeah,” he says, “I’ll have a pack of, uhh… Whatever’s cheapest.” He taps his blunt nails on the vinyl countertop. “And do you have those little, like— Those little cards kids give each other?” “Like, the little folding ones?” she asks him. “You realize that today is—” “Yeah, I’m aware."

Merlin

From the Heart by supercalvin - Rated G

In which Arthur gives Merlin gifts. “No.” Morgana shook her head, “No, see you don’t understand.” Morgana took him by the shoulder and pulled him close as if to divulge a secret. “Arthur Pendragon does not give good gifts. He is actually the worst gift-giver in all of England.” “Oh come on, the scarf isn’t that bad.” Merlin said, now kind of insulted for the piece of fabric. “Merlin, the scarf is perfect for you. It’s a good gift. Arthur doesn’t give good gifts.”

#veryace recs #valentines day #valentines day fic recs #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #ted lasso fic rec #ted lasso #trent crimm #9 1 1 #eddie 911 #buck 911 #911 buddie #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it chapter 2 #merlin fic rec #merlin #bbc arthur #merthur #star wars #luke skywalker

[rhapsodynew]

The formation of the Nirvana group in previously unpublished photos.

The Nirvana band, despite its rather short existence, has taken a very worthy place in the history of rock music. Today we have a selection of previously unpublished photos from the band's history.

Kurt Cobain and Jonathan Pawnman.

The book "Experiencing Nirvana: Grunge in Europe, 1989" features photographs of Sub Pop Records co-founder Bruce Pavitt taken during an eight-day tour with the band. In book e, if you read this inscription, then someone took this article from BigPicture.ru Take stunning photos of Nirvana from the stage just a month after the release of their debut album Bleach, two years before the band made rock history with their album Nevermind.

"I was looking at photos with my friend one day and wanted to share them with the public,— Pavitt says. — And the more I looked at them, the more I realized that they were not just some pictures The text is taken from the News website in photos - BigPicture.ru I. There is a story behind them and an impressive story. This is the story of a young, rebellious artist who went beyond the system, struggled with difficulties and eventually succeeded in his business."

From touring in Europe to the first performance in Seattle, it was then like before the Moon. Pavitt and his colleague Jonathan Pawnman were the only visitors to that concert. "They didn't have n The text is taken from the News website in photos - BigPicture.ru and one viewer, the material was very weak, but Cobain had an amazing voice," Pavitt recalls. "I could watch the band grow, they were getting better every month."

"Nirvana learned a lot from Mudhoney, who was the most popular band in Seattle at the time. They were opening for her during the gas The text is taken from the News website in photos - BigPicture.ru trolls in Europe. Mudhoney was a very expressive band, their work was greatly influenced by Iggy Pop and The Stooges," says Pavitt.

Krist Novoselic, Kurt Cobain and Ted Doyle in Zurich, November 30, 1989.

"When I first saw Nirvana on stage, Krist and Kurt were constantly looking at their feet, there was no expression at all. But 2-3 months after their first performance The source of the article is the News magazine in photos, from which everyone copies the content - BigPicture.ru I was at their concert at the Vogue Club in London when Kurt rushed off the stage into a crowd of people and the crowd picked him up. Mark Arm of Mudhoney used to perform such tricks."

At the center of the book is the story of how Nirvana almost fell apart just a few days before the London concert, which played a significant role in ka If you are reading this inscription, then someone took this article from BigPicture.ru the exterior of the group.

"When Cobain disbanded the band just a couple of days before the LameFest show in London, we did everything we could to prevent it."

Mark Arm of Mudhoney during LameFest, December 3, 1989.

Bruce Pavitt looks at Krist Novoselic about to smash a guitar.

Mark Arm at the Astoria Club in London, December 3, 1989.

Ted Doyle at Astoria, December 3, 1989.

The crowd at the English club at the concert.

Kurt Cobain signs an autograph at Rough Trade Records in London, December 4, 1989.

22-year-old Kurt Cobain in front of the Colosseum in Rome in 1989.

"Kurt had nervous exhaustion after driving around Europe in a van for a month. He needed a rest, so we left him in Rome, where he could recuperate. I think it was this break that allowed me to find the source of the article, the News magazine in photos, from which everyone copies the content - BigPicture.ru Come back with even more energy. During a show in Rome, he broke his guitar, microphone and sound reinforcement system. He had a real nervous breakdown, but after we gave him a new guitar, he came back to life."

#rare photos #kurt cobain #nirvana #music story #history music #music #my music #music love #musica #spotify #rock music #rock #my spotify #rock photography #krist novoselic #chad channing #dave grohl #grunge #alternative rock #punk rock #Spotify

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

hi rj just here to scream about domestic househusband felix. he is so gentle and i am a puddle on the floor. thanks to listening to my ted talk.

Sam. Sam, listen to me. Househusband! Lix is so personal to me.

Thoughts about him below the cut because I know I'll get carried away.

Househusband! Felix who is always eager to welcome you home from work with a hug and a kiss. Soft hands resting on your hips while he asks how your day was.

He always makes far too much food. A five course meal spread out for you on your dining table while he watches you take it all in. Preening when you praise him for making the pasta just right or how fluffy the cake he baked from scratch is.

He practically jumps at the opportunity to give you a massage when you complain about hours spent at your desk. His nimble fingers easing away all of the tension in your shoulders and deep voice rumbling behind you, you're too busy melting into his hold to pay too much attention to the exact words leaving his mouth. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, though.

You can tell something is on his mind tonight. His fingers nervously tap your thigh while the two of you cuddle in bed. You gently ask him what's wrong, what he has going on in that pretty head of his. Felix is typically an open book. It's one of your favourite qualities of his. Your husband rarely makes you guess what's on his mind. Tonight, however, he hesitates. So, you know it's serious.

What you don't expect is for him to ramble on about children. More specifically, trying for them. You both know you want them but, haven't really spoken about it much beyond that. He tells you about how seeing Chris with his children made him feel, how badly he wanted to be in his best friend's place instead.

You can't say you're all that shocked. Felix loves children and they love him. What actually surprises you is how strongly your body reacts to the thought of him with a baby. Your shared baby, to be exact. He doesn't seem to notice the way your thighs shift or your fingers digging the slightest bit more into him.

So when you roll him onto his back mid-ramble, his pretty brown eyes just blink up at you. Pink lips parted while you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

"If you wanted us to try, you could've just asked," you mutter into his ear, delighting in the way he shudders underneath you. A grin spliting your lips when you feel him growing hard, soft hands squeezing your thighs while you unconsciously grind down onto him.

"Didn't realise how badly you wanted to breed me, Lix," you practically moan, lavishing his cheek and jaw with kisses while you search for friction to soothe the burn you can feel building between the apex of your thighs. "I bet you've been touching yourself to the thought of me swollen with your baby when I'm not home," you continue, dragging one of his hands up to touch your breast through your flimsy sleeping shirt, "Wasting so much cum that you could've filled me with instead," you finish off with a faux pout down at your husband.

Tonight is the night of surprises, it seems, because Felix rolls you onto your back so quickly that you barely have time to process it before his mouth smashes into your own. Eager hands tugging your shirt up to touch you directly while he ruts his cock against your bare, soaking pussy.

"Wanna cum inside you so much, so bad," he pants against your mouth, shutting his eyes harshly before opening them to meet your own with desperation in them clear as day, "Please? Can I? May I? I'll be so good, please. Just wanna put a baby in you."

God, when he asks like that how could you ever dream of saying no?

#did i get carried away? yes. #in my defense I've been drinking and I've been thinking about this for a long time now #sam <3 #rj's inbox #felix hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts

[hot-take-tournament]

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT PRE-PRELIMINARY #30

Submission 332

princess daisy from super mario is a terrible character

everything about her is just annoying to me. her voice, the fact that she got into smash bros before waluigi, her skills in mario party, etc. let me elaborate on the mario party part. so whenever i play ANY mario party game that she’s in, my girlfriend and i usually pick her as a “rival” of sorts (my gf also hates daisy) and every single time without fail, she gets extremely lucky and wins. she’s never set on a difficulty higher than Normal, and it’s not like we’re bad at the game, because we always have Donkey Kong in the game set to Hard difficulty and he always gets last place! it’s just some stupid luck thing from daisy and it pisses me off so much. thank you for coming to my ted talk

Pre-preliminaries will be used to determine what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog your favourite polls for exposure! (exposure like when your exposed to the fact that the KISS Scooby Doo crossover does actually exist, scarring you for life)

#princess daisy #mario party #tournament poll #hot take tournament #tumblr bracket #hot take #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #unpopular opinion #super mario bros

[silly4sillypoll]

Bill and Ted have been silly4silly since 1989 and Face The Music confirms that they will continue being in silly gay love when they’re on their deathbeds!! Which means that as of that movie they, too, are OLD MEN YAOI‼️

(Smash announcer voice) OLD MAN YAOI VS OLD MAN YAOI‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥

#silly4silly propaganda #not polls

[double-hoe-seven]

Did you know...

Summary: It’s amazing what kind of opportunities you receive with a little bit of well-placed knowledge. Pairing: Jan Maas x Reader Warnings: Jan being a nerd (love it), Jan being perfect, fluffy as fuck Fandom: Ted Lasso

"Did you know sea otters eat about a quarter of their body weight every day?" A voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts; you'd gotten lost, almost in a trance, watching the otters swim and play together in their habitat. You let out a quiet laugh and grinned at the man. "I did, actually. Did you know they have the thickest fur of any animal and, unlike most marine mammals-" You started, only for him to finish your sentence "they lack that insulating layer of blubber." "Some otters will find a good rock and keep it with them their entire lives," you said with a smile. "And they store the rocks in the pockets under their arms, along with food sometimes." "Did you know 90% of sea otters live near Alaska?" You questioned back. The blonde man smiled and joked, "that's a shame. Americans can not even take care of themselves and most of the otters are in their waters?" You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at the jab. "Nobody ever said life was fair," you said with a chuckle. "If it were fair, I would have met you a long time ago," he flirted smoothly.

Your cheeks immediately started heating up. "My name's Jan," he introduced, holding his hand out with a grin. "It's nice to meet you, Jan." You said after introducing yourself and shaking hands. "How do you know so much about otters?" He asked curiously. "I work here." You said happily before continuing, "you actually caught me watching the make sure one of them was healing okay. We brought her in after a boating accident to make sure she healed properly." "Oh? Which one is she?" He asks curiously. "She's right over there," you said, pointing to the otter floating on her back in the sunny part of the water, several mostly healed lacerations on her body. "So are you a vet?" He asks. "I am," You nod.

He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Maybe you'll let me take you out sometime, Doctor?" He asked hopefully. "Well, I'd never say no to a cafe date." You said with a hum. "When do you get off work, then?" He asked. "5. There's a good place a couple of blocks down the street if you want to meet there." You suggested. "Then I will meet you there." He readily agreed.

Neither of you knew what would happen after that date. A little over a year later, you and Jan were back at the aquarium for your wedding. You were married in the very area you met; in front of the otter habitat. The sound of your coworkers and his teammates clapping and cheering when you were introduced as husband and wife was almost deafening compared to the usual hushed tones people used inside. After the ceremony, everyone headed out to where the reception would be. Of course, when you went to feed each other a piece of your wedding cake, you both thought it would be funny to smash it in each other's faces. You laughed before kissing each other. The rest of the wedding went better than you ever could have dreamed.

At the end of the night, after saying your goodbyes and thanking people for coming, you and Jan left the airport. Two hours later, you were getting settled in your hotel room in Amsterdam for your honeymoon. While Jan was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, you were getting comfortable in bed and lost in your own thoughts. "Hey, Jan?" You called cautiously. "Yeah?" He responded, stepping out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still in his mouth. "Did you know I'm pregnant?" You asked sheepishly. His eyes grew wide, and he just dropped the toothbrush, only staring in surprise. "Jan?" You asked when he had yet to say anything. "When did you find out?" He asked, excitedly jumping into bed next to you with a big grin on his face. "A couple of days ago. I wanted to surprise you, but I wasn't sure how. So... surprise!" You said, unable to hold back your laughter when he excitedly started peppering kisses all over your face.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker @anarchistbeauty​ @nottodaynib​

#Ted Lasso #Jan Maas x Reader #Jan Maas #Jan Maas my beloved #Jan Maas imagine #Jan Maas Fic

[campgender]

ROY KENT? toxic masculinity-roy fuckin kent? oh hell nah, sorry in advance, this is gonna be long, you just jinxed yourself mentioning that. ;_; whoever said that did NOT watch enough of that boy because his masculinity is beautiful and there's genuinely nothing toxic about it at all. like, we did not watch him suck all his bitchiness up to have a relationship with his girl just for him to get called toxic. not to mention...

FIRST on my list of his display's of butchness: this is Roy "I gave my girlfriend head while she watched a video of me crying my head off" fuckin Kent! Y'all are not gonna pin him for toxic masculinity, c'mon. If that ain't the most butch-ass shit I've ever heard of...

SECOND: I'd put a lot more weight into the suggestion of toxic masculinity if he'd stayed the way he'd been at the beginning of the show but this is a man who grew a fuck-ton even in just the first couple episodes, not to mention throughout the show (which I haven't finished).

He's not a bully, which is surprising for such a hyper-masculine character. Hair as far as the eye can see, with a beard, furry thighs and arms, a low growly voice-But for all his swearing and other foul language, he isn't a bully. He doesn't pretend, he says no, and he sets clear boundaries, but even with children who he has loads of power over, he's very careful to never cross the line into bullying. He jokes, clearly knowing the children, barking orders and playing ball. He has a niece and even though he doesn't understand the book wrinkle in time, he reads it to her and only after getting three quarters through does he go to ted to demand what the fuck its supposed to be about.

THIRD: the way sometimes he looses speech and yet he STILL. FUCKING. COMMUNICATES. beautiful. Which rolls straight into FOUR, which is the way he communicates! He's very clear, very blunt, obviously. But its not just that. Its how as we get to know Roy Kent, more and more, we see how when he gets overwhelmed or annoyed, he often steps back from the situation so that he doesn't blow his temper at someone he likes or someone who doesn't deserve it...which is very, dare I say it? chivalrous! Its not a word you think when you think of roy kent, but he is! He's chivalrous! He isn't quite comfortable around rebecca, think of early season 2, but when he sees she needs it, he tells her she deserves the goddamn world in a partner, not just "fine", and he didn't tell her that because he had to! Keeley would've left it and he could've gotten away with a minimal answer. He told her because she deserved to hear it and he knew that and he's a fucking kind person!

just like that time at the end of season 1 when he and keeley were photographed by that man and he stole the photos and then handed them to keeley and gave the man back his camera. he could've smashed the fuckin camera. he's exactly the type of person to smash the camera! but he didn't. why? because they cost a shit-ton of money and because he wanted keeley to have photos of their first date. ;_; its called CHIVALRY. which. is. BUTCH. AS. FUCK. need i go on?

roy kent's masculinity is beautiful, it's a joy to behold, it's butch as hell, thank you, i hope you don't mind me dropping an essay in your askbox, sorry abt that.

OH SHIT YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED IT. you haven’t seen what they did to my bestie in the finale 😭😭 how they MALIGNED his NAME — if you do watch it come hmu though bc holy shit am i still livid.

anyway. yes to all of this!!!!! especially how he communicates while also losing speech <3333 i get so fucking upset every time someone calls him repressed bc like. he literally isn’t!!! he’s very aware of & in touch with his emotions!!!!!!!!!! what he is is stoic & it’s bc 1) he’s autistic 2) y’all are assholes. like. i feel like fucking crying every time i think about the scene in s1 when he’s just been benched: keeley’s excited but kind of impatient “oh, so you are ready to talk about real stuff now!!” and the way it makes it seem like a bad thing for him to need some time to process. & then her really sarcastic & dismissive response when he says how scared he is of losing what the entire fucking country has made his sole identity:

I think men that feel sorry for themselves are so sexy. And if you start telling me how hard it is that you play a game for a living, I think I might come.

i see fucking red!!!!!!! the show multiple times (including in the finale) belittles his feelings and/or throws away his characterization and then treats that like a #Feminist moment. & like in the previous example, yeah keeley prompts phoebe to say how she sees roy & that’s a sweet moment, but keeley never actually apologizes or says how she sees or thinks of roy outside of sex.

& then in s3 honestly his apology letter to her made me feel ill. like there’s a difference between owning your shit — which i do think she deserved an apology for him breaking up with her out of nowhere — and saying everything is your fault. that’s not growth, that’s still self-hatred. and like i understand keeley was going through a lot but i don’t think it was fair to him for him to confess his love & her fuck him while like. presumably knowing she doesn’t want to get back together.

i’m also so fucking livid about the show comparing roy and FUCKING RUPERT????? in that scene, again for some sort of shallow #GirlBoss moment. fuck that fuck the writers fuck like most of the fan attitudes i’ve seen.

also the way the “roy is sorry for not understanding keeley” scene is played — yeah, he should’ve communicated better, but she just started yelling at him out of nowhere & revealed she’d been complaining about him being clingy to all their colleagues. and she never apologizes for not talking to him sooner & her bottling her feelings until she exploded at him???? instead he apologizes for doing….. something she’d never told him she had a problem with.

i’m working on a fic about this aspect but the show has no fucking sympathy for his becoming disabled and it’s so transparent. obviously ted lasso in general is really bad at acknowledging systemic issues — “just be a goodfish!!” :))) — it’s a liberal show & you should overcome adversity by individual work ie therapy & forgiving your oppressors. but like there’s literally no acknowledgment after that scene when he gets shut down by keeley in s1 of how ableism affects roy’s self-image.

as a disabled person whose mobility impairment started with a knee issue in sports, i also think the show did a fucking shit job with his disability in general. like they played it for a laugh — you might not have watched 3x11 yet so feel free to skip this paragraph but “i played injured all the time / you can’t go up stairs!!” followed by jamie still playing injured to, what, make a point about forgiveness?? shows how fucking seriously they took that, and roy was walking up stairs earlier in that very episode.

similarly, “everybody run to the bus… except roy!” earlier in s3 was an emotional moment for me bc like oh they’re acknowledging how this affects his life!! …..and then they showed him running (on pavement!!!) with jamie all the fucking time. like sure not every knee issue is the same as mine, okay, whatever, but either be consistent or throw in a line about him having a good day today or something. jesus fucking christ it’s so ableist & careless & disrespectful.

anyway my hot take is that as they’re written, keeley & roy shouldn’t be together not because, as brenden fucking hunt put it, “he has work he needs to do on himself first,” but because she doesn’t respect him & fundamentally you can’t make compromises with people who think how you are is wrong.

i do really like keeley especially in s1, i think a lot of this is fuck-ups on the writers’ parts that keeley were she a real person either wouldn’t have done or would’ve apologized for. but as it’s written? fucking yikes.

anyway that got really off track from your thoughts lol but i absolutely adored reading this, it was a delight & i would love to hear more any time 💓💓💓

#asks #roy kent #ted lasso tv

[vince-linder]

[WIP] Police Mayhem // 2010 AU, Police V

Its ages I started this kinda AU, first after meeting the Maxtac guys in the one sidequest. Afterwards I was just. Damn. I read too much lore about the police system and putted Vince into a pretty Police fit. Also thats what my brain wrote about it. Its a perma-wip, as I am just not feeling the idea behind it anymore. But why not post it anyway. Vince is here "Sergeant Smidt", my lil fucker. The rest should be clear ______________ "Sergeant Smidt, there's another 7-13, down at Martin Luther King Boulevard."

"That's not our problem, call Beat Patrol, or someone from Vice Department. But don't ever waste my time."

"No, no. Sergeant Lewis from Beat called for Assistance with this. Said to come especially to you, Sir. Heavy armed forces, many aggressive accomplices and a handful of..."

"Dirty punk rats?" Smidt let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell the boys to delta in five. Its crushing time." crackling his neck and knuckles, he gets up and leaves his office. Another night, another dirty duty. But he would love to punch in some heads of cyberpsychos, not hunt down dirty rioters, just cause they always riot at corpo places. Priority one, his ass. These people were small fishes, far beyond his talent. But he knows exactly why he has to deal with this. Fuck this Black Mark he got as a Veteran, since then all dirty biz got his biz. Sure, he got, finally, promoted this year, but doesn't change a thing. And he knew for sure, if he wouldn't catch em promptly, it wouldn't take too long, until he would work on Beat Patrol. That was the last thing he ever wanted again. Hunting down every small criminal wasn't his working style.

On the way out, he starts calling his Lieutenant

"M'am, got another 7-13 with 23-245, seems to be the usual guys."

"Get 'em this time, Smidt! Every two or three weeks the same."

"They are fast, as rats are. But I'll get 'em this time. Smidt out."

Fumbling for his lighter for a moment until funding, he lits up a cig and takes a deep puff, deeply exhaling after. The AV lands just two feets before him, the doors shed open. His team was ready, as always.

"Ha, happy to see your beloved rioters again, Vince?", one of his colleagues jokes, as he got in.

"Always, Ted.", he smiles smally. "You know how I love to smash faces of dirty goons."

Both started laughing.

"Oh, for fucks sake, could you two for once be serious?", her feminine voice stood out, with a dark glace she looked at them.

"Chill, Kate." Vince smiled at her "Not as if this was a big thing for us, hu?"

"Not for us, no. But if you fail.", she looked him dead in the eye "All of us knew that the next mission would be without you. Am I right?"

"That's cold...", whispering from the side.

"No, no. She's right. So, s'ppose we start the briefing now. I want the three main rioters, these Samurai guys, alive. Break their bones, if you need to, but dont kill em. If any of em die, or escape, my last act in this position will be giving out black marks without charge.", a dark smile formed on his face, as he spoke out this soft threat.

"You... you dont mean that, Vince!", Ted looked at him with pure disgust.

"He means it, and you know it.", Kate putting on her helmet and the rest of the gear, getting finished. The rest of the team followed her lead.

Flight were silent for the rest of the time, nobody dared to say another word, one could just hear the rattle of the AV, and sometimes a small rustle if someone moved a bit.

Vince was fully in his mind. He know these fuckers far to well. God dammit, in his Beat time he even visited some of their concerts, listening to this heavy rock music, helped him to chill a bit. But in the last few years, these rats just dont stop. He watched the news. There were fires at corpo grounds four times last week. And it always were this samurai fuckers or their fans. But they are always ready to run, there are always some cars with running engines, some spontan gathering of more people, to protect their getaway. This time, they needed a better plan.

"Call Beat for me."

"Sure thing, serg'", it took only a moment "Connected with Veteran Officer Myer"

"Greets, Myer. Sergeant Vince Smidt, MaxTac, Badge 1077."

"MaxTac?! You one the way?", he could feel the shaking in his voice.

"Yes. But I need your help."

"Sure thing, Sir!"

"Listen carefully to me, Myer. I am not the person to repeat myself."

Five minutes later they arrived at the scene, even up from above one could hear the screams of panic and violence, a few gun shots here and there. But one thing overshadowed all other noise.

A sharp voice, echoing through the air. A well known voice, for Vince at least. It was truly one of the two lead vocalists of Samurai. At some moments one could also hear the second one, but not nearly as clearly. The AV stays in the air, a few hundred meters above the ground.

"Just jumping, or taking a rope today, Vinny?"

"Oh shut up.", he laughed for a short moment. "And besides, my ankles can take the jump.", he saluted, smiling, to his colleagues, and just jumped out. The others shook their heads in disbelief, and got their gear ready to jump off.

In the air, free falling, Vince did a few forward rolls, getting his 'wear ready for contact with the concrete at the bottom. In a moment, he would just land directly in front of the so-called rocker boy.

And there were the screams he enjoyed the most.

"MAXTAC! THE FUCKERS ARE HERE!", after that scream, Vince could feel the panic emerge in the group beyond him. And then he could feel it. A frown from a certain rocker. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He could see the dark grin, as the fucker flipped him off and started running.

"Not this time, fuckboy.", he landed with a crash on the concrete, the floor beneath him cracked, but he doesn't have time for that. Just after landing, he started his Sandevistan. He got thirty seconds before his brain would start frying. He has to get a trail of him. This fucker was the main rioter.

With a quick scan through the mass, he found him, and charged at him. Twenty seconds left. There he was. And he turned and looked at him, just for a split second. What? He shouldn't even be able to sense him! Not important. He tackled him, and back in real time.

"MAXTAC, surrender now!", he was on his back, kneeling at the spine.

"Get down off me fucker!", the rocker twisted beneath him, trying to get free.

"Not this time, Silverhand. Listen closely, I never repeat myself.", he got both hands of the other, and cuffs him.

"SHUT UP!", more twisting, so Vince gave him a slap against the back of his head.

"You have the right to shut the fuck up, call whoever you think would get you help, once we reach the police station, and rot in jail until you got free again. So never.", he smiled darkly. Finally he got him. And he could hear his team, and Beat getting control of the rest of them. Trying to get the rocker on his legs, he turned his head and spit Vince directly in the face, against his Aviator.

"You little dirty rat." Vince punched him directly at his kidneys, and the rocker twitched in pain.

Vince hate it when this little fuckers get disrespectful, so he grabbed the other at the hair, and pulled him up, to his face. "If you ever do something like this again, boy, I'll kill you. You know, most of us MaxTac Soldiers are Cyberpsychos."

"As if, asshole. Know you from Beat. Punched you in the guts back then.", he grinned widely.

"Dream on kid, never get punched on duty."

"But you are dumb like a scav."

"What did you say?!", he shouldnt even be talking to him. But whatever. He could feel Kate and Ted coming to him.

"Sergeant, we got the rest of his crew." Kate and Ted saluted, stopping behind him.

Vince could hear the muted screams of the second vocalist and the girl they have with them. Perfect. "The officers got hold of em."

"Great, and as I see, alive and loud as always."

"Yes sire. But we have another problem.", Ted nervously rubs his neck.

"What is it?", annoyed Vince let out a small sigh.

"Arasaka self wants em. But we cannot reach the Lieutenant, or even the Captain. The connection outside this district seems broken."

Vince could feel how the rocker in his hands started chuckling "Hearing em, Ker? Jammer is working!", he shouts in the direction of the other members.

"Bring the other two here to me.", his voice was ice cold. He could not risk another failure with this.

His officers, as always, were obedient and dragged the other two at his feet. With a small sigh he pushed Silverhand into Teds grip. "Stuff his damn mouth."

"Yes sir.", with a grin, and much screams from the rocker, Ted got him all shut up.

"So, 'Ker'", Vince grabbed the head of the second vocalist, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Wazzup cop?", he grins widely. There was not a single bit of panic in the face or voice of the three. The girl and Silverhand just sat up, both smiling totally pleased. This could not be real. This fuckers, they were between six MaxTac Agents, and nothing?

"Bite your tongue, pig?", the girl spit out laughing.

"Tell me one thing, rats. Why aren't you afraid? All of you are cuffed, surrounded by MaxTac, positively these are your last moments in freedom, and you are laughing?"

"Yes sir, am crazy, cannot control myself. Hes drunk, and shes totally gonked out."

"Fuck off, you are gonked out!"

"Nah, Rogue, you've always been gonky."

One could hear Silverhand spit out the clothes his mouth was shut with, and he just laughs

"Both of you are crazy gonks."

"All of you shut up!" Vince demands, massaging his scalp. He needs answers, but they won't give it to him. Cause not. He's a Cop, they are thugs, nothing to work with. He just should punch em unconscious and wait for their 'Taxi'. But no, at least he wants to break them! If he cannot crush a thing.

Cannot be...

"~Tonight is the night that we run, the hunter becomes what he hunts~", 

Silverhand and 'Ker' just started singing. How much more mockery would he get this night? But somehow he was stunned? He stared at Silverhand, following his mouth forming the words, spitting out the dirty song.

"~The escape and the chase is now one, run!~"

All his alarm systems were screaming in his head, but he could not move a single muscle. Could not speak, but he felt the panic rising in him.

"Spiders here, kids.", Rogue smiles smally, standing up and grabbing the keys from Ted. Nononono. This could not be. Vince's inner voice screamed, he had to stop em! These dirty rats played for time, until their backing arrived! Goddammit, Silverhand even called him dumb, and was he right. They all got rid of the cuffs.

"Come on, Johnny, have to run.", Ker demands.

"Yeah, coming after.", he smiles widely "He Spider, knock em all off, besides the blue haired, would ya."

Vince could feel how the rocker got hold of his hands, bent them behind his back and cuffed him, kicking his knees, so he had to kneel down. "Yeah, wake him, could control it. Yeah, leave em offline."

"YOU little fucker!", Vince roared out, as his voice worked again. He tried to activate Sandevistan or his Blades, but nothing. He couldn't even move really!

"Ah, found your tongue again. Nice, nice.", Silverhand putting his hand beneath his chin, grabbing his fingers in the flesh and pushing his gaze up. "Hows the feeling of being absolutely helpless, Mister 'Im so important, look at me, Im Maxtac'?", he chuckled darkly.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you want."

"Not the best at flirting, ain't ya?"

"What do you want, Silverhand?" Vince was at the end of his tether. This was it, goodbye MaxTac, hello Beat Patrol! Now he would run after some little gonks again, for years.

"Delete our records.", his voice suddenly got grim. "Or protect us from 'saka."

"I cannot do one of these, and you know that!"

"Find a way, Cop.", he slapped his face hard with his mechanical hand, Vince could nearly feel unconsciousness coming around. Spitting out blood, he felt somewhat funny.

"All you got?"

"Want to fuck around with me, Mister?", Silverhand eyed him up. "Hope some more troops arrive in time, to catch me and rescue your little ass? Sorry, not today."

He kicked against his chest, moving him on his back. His legs just were not working.

Standing on top of him, the Rocker bent down to him and grins widely. The next punch hitted his nose, and got all his lights put out.

#v cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #kerry eurodyne #male v #johnny silverhand #vincesmidt #policeAU #wip wednesday #maxtac #not proof read yet #rogue amendiares #Spider Murphy #samuraiband + #Vince is an idiot an it shows :)

[mxacegrey]

The One Who Learned

Series Masterlist

1989 was an infamous year: the fall of the Berlin Wall, the Velvet Revolution, free elections in Poland, Denmark passed the Registered Partnership law, George Bush Senior became US president, Serial killer Ted Bundy was executed and it was the birth year of Y/N Y/L/N, Barry Allen and Iris West.

Y/N, Barry and Iris were childhood best friends, growing up together. Until tragedy stuck in 1999 when Mr and Mrs Y/L/N got into a car accident, dying at the scene, and left 10 year old Y/N alone. Barry and Y/N being as close as they were, meant that Y/N stayed at the Allen’s house until that faithful night of March 18th 2000. Nora’s death and the subsequent arrest of Henry Allen meant Barry was fostered by Joe West whereas Y/N was left in the foster system for a year and a half before being adopted by a certain Captain Singh.

Now in the year 2013, does the true story start... with a drunken one-night stand between two best friends.

“Come on Barr!” Y/N’s voice shouted over the noise in the bar.

“Okay!” Barr chuckled, grinning at his best friend. Before him, on the bar counter, sat 3 shots of tequila with a further 3 before Y/N. With a glance to his side, Barry downed the shot, slamming the glass onto the counter. He cursed causing Y/N to burst out laughing. “Shit!”

A few shots later, Y/N and Barry stumbled into Y/N’s house. The duo stumbled through the door and looked at each other with drunken eyes. The two leaned into an intense make out session, slowly undressing each other, leading to the conception of a child.

The next morning, Barry woke to his head nestled into the back of a woman’s neck. Swiftly but silently, Barry untangled himself from the body and redressed before leaving. As he left, he realised he was in Y/N’s house and promptly freaked out, worried that the one-night stand had ruined his friendship.

Two weeks later, Y/N discovered her period was late and had the dreaded feeling she was pregnant. Taking a pregnancy test, Y/N sat slumped against the bathtub, the stick resting on the rim and a timer on her phone.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Y/N bit her nails and began tapping her foot.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Ring. Ring.

Y/N reached over to grab the stick and looked down. Two lines. She cursed under her breath before picking her phone up and calling Barry.

“Hi! This is Barry. Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone! If this is work, I’m probably late! Just leave a message after the beep. *beep*”

Y/N sighed before getting dressed and heading for CCPD. As Y/N drove towards the station, her mind whirled with all the scenarios about how Barry would react. In a few, he was happy but in most, he became hateful and coldly rejected you and and the baby. With all these thoughts rushing in her head, she never noticed Captain Singh coming out of his office and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N/N, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” Captain David Singh asked, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Hi, dad. I’m okay but I kinda need to talk to Barry about something.”

“Okay. He’s in the lab.”

“Thanks.” Y/N said before heading down to the lab, where Barry was. Barry was leaning over his computer when Y/N walked in. Barry didn’t acknowledge her presence until Y/N cleared her throat causing him to turn around.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed in surprise.

“Hey Barry. So I need to talk to you about something important.” Y/N said.

“Sure. I just need these results done.” Barry replied. As Y/N opened her mouth to give the news, Iris burst in, causing Barry’s eyes to light up.

“Okay, I’m ready to see the Atom Smasher... smashing.” Iris announced, seemingly ignoring Y/N’s presence. 

“There was a shooting today. Your dad needs me to process some evidence. Which means I don’t know if we can go to S.T.A.R. Labs.” Barry explained, Y/N discovering that the two had made plans without her once again. 

“But seeing this thing go on is like your dream. Your sad little, nerdy dream.” Iris exclaimed.

 “I prefer ‘geek’ to ‘nerd’.” Barry retorted.

“They’re the same thing.” Iris waved him off.

“Not if you met a real ‘nerd’ -- Um, those... are my fries.” Barry replied. Y/N frowned before leaving, the other two not even noticing her disappearance.

That night, when the particle accelerator exploded and dark matter filled the air, Barry got struck by lightning and Y/N passed out with two fingers pressed against her right temple. Barry ended up in a coma for 9 months while Y/N went through her pregnancy with the help of Captain Singh and the occasional help from Eddie Thawne. In those nine months, Y/N sent emails, texts and even letters to Barry telling him about his son. Barry would never get them.

In January 2014, Y/N woke with the sudden ability of psychokinesis. She was able to read & control minds as well as move objects with a single thought. Unknown to Y/N, the dark matter from the explosion had not only affected her but many more in Central City, including her own child.

After 9 months and a 6 hour-long labour, Alexei David Y/L/N was born on the 15th September 2014. Not a month later, Barry awoke from his coma, completely unaware he was now a father.

Y/N spent her time split between her career as a novelist and her son. One faithful day, not long after the Flash was discovered by the press, Y/N took Alexei to the park, playing and laughing with her son. Harrison Wells or rather Eobard Thawne noticed Y/N’s beautiful smile and the ringing sound of her laughter and made his way over to her.

“Hello.” EoWells stated, causing Y/N to jump slightly.

“Oh. Hi!” Y/N smiled quickly before turning her gaze back towards her son.

“Your son is rather cute.” EoWells stated, looking down at Alexei.

“Thank you...” Y/N trailed off, allowing EoWells to introduce himself.

“Harrison.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N and this is my son Alexei.” She introduced, holding her hand out for a handshake.

“Pleasure.” EoWells replied, chivalrously kissing the back of her hand. Y/N giggled slightly before the two continued to converse.

Over the next 7 months, EoWells became close to Y/N, who occasionally works with Team Flash. EoWells slowly fell for her and loved her son while Y/N did hold some affection for him before his reveal as Reverse Flash.

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[bibliothekara]

An interesting thing that I am not sure I've heard people talk about re: upcoming "Superstar" for Ted Lasson S3 is that of all of the dozens of Jesus Christ Superstar albums they could've chosen, they selected the original version from the concept album. In which Judas was performed by Murray Head who is Anthony Head's (Rupert Mannion) brother in real life. May be a coincidence but does create a possible meta resonance of the accusing voice sounding a lot like Rupert's.

Just listened to this version this morning, and man that IS a coincidence that maybe isn’t coincidental- I’m just going to be so fascinated to see whether this is a credits smash cut, or under a scene? Whether it’s Zava and Jamie and the footballers AND Ted making his choice / thinking in the background (“if you had a plan). If it’s something to do with Beard (who could say everything that Judas says in Heaven On Their Minds) — are Beard and Rebecca his Judas and Mary? And we’ve got Murray’s voice but Tony as everyone on the Other Side…SO MANY THOUGHTS

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #jesus christ superstar #asks