#ya gal loop

[loupettes]

You’ve left out one of the chief characters - Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.

#should I be at work #yes #am i #no #im making gifs #lotr #guess who did a second marathon of the extendeds in the cinema yesterday #ya gal loop #loup.gif #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #frodo x sam #lotrgifs #filmgifs #moviegifs #also remember when this was an actual quote Frodo said to sam #yeah me too #loup.lotr

[repulsiveliquidation]

don't wander

Caretaker! Leah Williamson x Little! Reader

whipped up a little (hehe) something for those who wanted more little! action

“Good morning sunshine.”

“Mama!”

Leah peeked her head into the bedroom with a tray of breakfast. There you sat with your back against the headboard with a huge smile on your face. She sets the tray to the side and climbs into bed with you, pulling you into her arms.

“Did you sleep well, pea?”

“Yeth Mama.”

“That’s good baby. Want some breakfast?”

You nod enthusiastically, Leah leans over and grabs the tray with your Froot Loops (a/n it’s the best cereal, fight me) and orange juice. She insists on feeding you, grinning proudly when you finish your breakfast. You were just coming out of a cold, knocked out by a bad fever for two days and were finally on the mend. Leah planned to bring you to training today, there were no important games this week and she was back on the pitch for training once a week now so she could keep an eye on you while you were there. The rest of the girls would happily keep you entertained if Leah couldn’t you’d been missing your favorite Aunty Katie (don’t tell Aunty Lessi.) and had been begging Leah to let her visit. Since you’d been sick, she didn’t want to risk the girls catching it so no one had been over to visit in a week.

You pounced out of bed and ran to the bathroom, jumping up and down excitedly to get started on your day. Leah gave you a nice warm bath and did your hair real pretty (at least she tried to) and before you knew it you were buckled up in her car and on the way to the training ground.

“Can you hold my hand please?” Leah asks as you walk into the grounds. There were cars around, she didn’t want you running off. You hold her hand tight, bouncing off the walls with excitement. Maybe the cereal for breakfast wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Y/N/N!” yelled Alessia when she saw you both walk into the changing room. You let go of Leah’s hand, running into Alessia’s arms. She was warm.

“Oh, I’ve missed you baby. Is your cold all better?”

“Yeth! Mama let me have owange juth today too! Owange juth is my favowite.”

“Oh such a healthy girl you are!”

“Do I hear me favorite little monkey in there?”

“AUNTY KATIE!” you yell, squirming out of Alessia’s and barreling towards your favorite Irish gal.

“Inside voice, my love!”

“Sowwy Mama, hewwo Aunty Katie!”

“Come ‘ere darlin’. Give me a good hug, I’ve missed ya!”

Alessia lets you go and you hightail it into Katie’s arms. She picks you up easily and spins you around, the whole room grinning when you giggle happily. Alessia pulls you to her cubby and fixes your hair, pulling it back into a nice ponytail and braiding the end.

Leah is already changed by the time you’ve said hi to all the girls and had your hair done, happily taking Lia’s hand as you walked out to the pitch with everyone.

You’re sat with Beth and Viv, they kept you busy with a coloring book you brought along with you. They were resting for the day, Jonas not wanting them to stress themselves before big matches in the following weeks. Viv looked over your shoulder as you colored, Beth softly brushing your fly-aways out of your face.

“That’s not inside the lines, lieveling.”

“Is to.” you insist with a lisp.

“Is not.”

“Viv, leave her be. Your coloring is wonderful, darling. Good job.” Beth scolded and praised, Viv giving her a pointed look.

About an hour in, Leah came over and pulled your boots out of your bag and smiled.

“Ready for some football, baby?”

She helps you pull your boots on, tying them nice and tight. Lotte and Lessi help you stretch and warm up, you were giggling loudly when they started a game of tag with you. 

“I’m gonna get you, little bit!” Lotte yells, running after you with Lessi close behind.

“No get me!” you yelled back, barely missing Alessia’s grip. You suddenly crash into a wall and land on your bum. You look up in shock, Lotte and Alessia coming up behind you and pulling you up. They dust you off and smile sheepishly, the wall you ran into apparently scared them.

“What did I say about running off hm?” Leah asked you, pulling off some grass that got stuck in your hair.

“No run wifout Mama.”

“You could have gotten hurt, pea. Don’t do that again, please?”

“I sowwy Mama, peas don’t be mad,” you say quietly, looking at your pretty boots Leah had custom made. They had unicorns on them; they were shiny too!

She tilts your chin up, smiling softly before leaning in to kiss your nose.

“I’m not mad, peanut. Thank you for apologizing. Now, Mama thinks that Aunty Katie wants to shoot some goals with you,” she tells you, standing behind you and pointing towards Katie, who was talking to Manu when she looked over and waved at you. You waved back, running towards her. She stands up straight and shakes her head, walking over to the side to have a little water and watch you shoot some pretty goals with your pretty shoes.

//

It was finally lunch time and you were STARVING. Lotte was holding your hand and walking with you to the cafeteria, Leah following behind her with your backpack and boots. You stood in line like a good girl, asking politely for what foods you wanted on your plate as Alessia plated it for you. She sat you down with your full plate, a glass of orange juice suddenly appearing beside it. Katie kissed the top of your head and walked off to get herself some food just as Leah came and sat beside you.

“Did you say thank you to everyone that helped you bubba?”

You nod hard, chest puffing out proudly for remembering your manners. Leah leans in and kisses your temple, handing you a fork.

“I want you to try and eat everything on your plate before you get more okay?”

“Yeth Mama!” you answer, immediately digging into your diverse plate. You had grilled chicken in tomato sauce with two pieces of garlic bread, mushroom quiche and a side caesar salad. Big you loved food unlike Leah “Plain Chicken Burger from Nandos” Williamson so your plate always had something flavorful and new on it. Lotte sat beside you with a similar plate, digging in with a big smile on her face. She looked at you and frowned, noticing that you were struggling to cut your chicken into smaller pieces. She silently pulled your plate towards hers and began to cut up your chicken and the rest of your food into more manageable pieces. You leaned your head on her arm in thanks, she merely kissed your cheek and whispered, “Eat up, little bit,” before going back to her own plate. Leah and the table watched fondly, hearts swelling at the sweet scene before them.

//

Leah didn’t want you running around too quickly after eating so you sat in the gym and watched the girls workout. Lia and Manu were on some spinny thing that looked a lot like your bicycle at home while Katie and Stina were using the poor, single monkey bar. Mama was on a bench, she was lifting something that looked really heavy. In all honestly, little you did not find anything interesting. No one was paying attention to you! Not even with your special shoes on. You decided then and there that you were a big girl now and wanted to explore yourself. That’s what big girls do, right?

You slipped out of the room quietly, amazed by all the pictures of Mama and all your aunties. They were so big, all taller than you! You were pretty sure they weren’t that tall when you were with them, maybe the print man got it wrong but didn’t want him to feel bad so they put the pictures up anyway.

There were so many rooms here, there was big Arsenal signs everywhere too! You kept walking around and looking at all the nice rooms and nice things, even stopping to say hi to a cat that you saw outside. His name was Pebbles, he said. He liked his ears rubbed.

Back in the gym, everyone was working out diligently when Lia noticed your bag was where you were supposed to be. Leah, now on the lonely monkey bar, was just about to pull herself up when she heard Lia calling your name.

“Y/N? Where are you, Schatz?”

Everyone around her stopped what they were doing and looked around but didn’t see you. They started to get worried, Leah immediately walking over.

“Where did she go? Did someone take her to the loo?” Leah asked, checking to see if anyone else was missing.

“No, we’re all here. Y/N/N! Where are you?” Viv called, checking the back rooms. Beth called out for you as she and some of the girls split up to look for you on the pitch. Everyone else began to comb the stadium while Leah checked her car with Viv.

“Y/N!”

“Pea, where are you?”

“Little bit, this isn’t hide and seek. Please come out from where you’re hiding!”

“Kleintje! Please, we’re worried about you!”

You could hear faint screams of your name on the pitch, so you ran out to it. You knew the way, Mama taught you so if you ever got lost, you could find someone on the pitch.

When you saw Aunty Lessi, you ran straight to her. She picked you up and spun you around like a ballerina, hugging you really tight.

“Why eweryone calling Y/N/N? Me wight here,” you ask innocently, looking down at your kneeling Aunty Lessi, Lotte and Katie.

“Where did you go, young lady? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Just as Katie asked you, Beth and the rest of the team joined you all on the pitch. Leah ran frantically towards you, pulling you tight into her arms like Alessia did.

“Fuckin’ hell Y/N, thank goodness you’re safe. We were so worried! Where on earth did you disappear to?!”

“Went walk. Got bored. No one play wif me,” you pouted and crossed your arms, huffing at the girls.

“I don’t think so, little girl. If you want to go play somewhere, you tell one of us and we’ll be more than happy to take you. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. I want you to apologize and thank everyone for looking for you. Especially Aunty Lia, she noticed you were gone first.”

You made your way around the big Arsenal circle, thanking everyone with a kiss on their cheek. You did Aunty Lia last, giving her the biggest kiss on the cheek that you had saved for her.

“Thank you, liebling.”

Leah pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back softly as you mumbled an apology in her neck.

“I know darling, thank you for apologizing. How about we call it a day, hm?”

You nod, the wear of the day and your little adventure catching up to you. Leah carried you back into the gym and grabbed her stuff, quietly thanking the girls herself for taking care of you for the day with her.

//

Finally back home, Leah had to carry you into the house after you had fallen asleep in the car. She gently placed you on the bed, smiling softly when you snuggled into it intuitively. She decided to take a quick shower before anything else, leaving you on the bed alone to take a quick little power nap.

She stepped out of the shower only to hear crying, rushing out of the bathroom to find you sniffling into your sweater Viv had pulled onto you.

“What’s wrong, bubba?”

“Had a bad dweam.”

“Oh pea, what was it about?”

“Mama got mad at Y/N. Weave Y/N/N all ‘wone.”

“I wouldn’t do that, peanut. I love you too much to leave you all alone.”

“Mama pwomise?”

“I promise, baby girl. I love you.”

“Wuv you too, Mama.”

You hugged her soft, cuddly, towel-wrapped body, tucking your face in her neck and taking a big whiff of her clean scent; the smell of vanilla clouding your senses. She kissed the top of your head, wiping away the stray tears that fell.

“How about we order some pizza and cuddle in bed?”

You nod, grinning happily. Leah sighs softly, brushing the hair out of your face. You were a right handful when you were little but seeing that big, toothy grin on your face made it all worth it.

#leah williamson #leahwilliamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #woso soccer #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #vivianne miedema #beth mead #katie mccabe #alessia russo #lia wälti

[no1sharkenthusaist]

! hsr headcannons for several characters ! [modern au]

♪ In-ter-net-o ya-me-ro ♪!

Y u m i - c h a n i s n o w o n l i n e !

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Characters : Dan Heng, Serval, Blade, Gepard, March

Plot : no real plot, just headcannons about honkai Characters in a modern au setting

Tags : modern au, headcannons, fluff, slight crack, wrote this at 11pm while heading home from a road trip

authors note : omg got a steam deck for my birthday (may 30th) and I. AM. IN. LOVE !!! I could talk abt it for hours and hours but i have my discord for that ehe. Anyways, ive been having fun rediscovering my old childhood games and thats when i had an epiphany. Hsr or genshin boys in a ddlc type scenario!!! Feeling so swag abt the idea. Also i got out of school so more uploads yaya. Thank u all for the support on my intro page yippee. I promise not to let you all down

╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ enjoy !

DANHENG

Now playing : Scrawny - The Wallows

He definitely dresses like with collared shirts and kinda has that accidental soft boy look

English major frfr

definitely listens to lovejoy/wilbursoot and bo burnham

Water drinker enthusiast (even tho he forgets to drink half the time-)

burnt out gifted kid

messed up sleeping schedules

Hes that quiet guy everyone has a crush on to some extent

He looks cold and serious during lectures, but hes actually just daydreaming and has his head in the clouds

Probably stays with the same group of kids he met in middle school because he cant socialize

I think said kids would be march, stelle/caleus, himeko And on ocasion blade, kafka, and silverwolf

Welt would be a chill english teacher that would let Dan Heng sit in his classroom during lunch

he likes going to concerts a lot

Learned to play guitar in middle school but doesnt like playing in front of people

Consider yourself lucky if he plays in front of you

Extremely oblivious to romance

Girls will try to flirt with him but he will just have a blank and confused look

Spends his free time in book stores shopping for records

Ps5 gamer frfr

Theater kid (had a hamilton phase)

SERVAL

Now playing : Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Shut me up by mindless self indulgence on loop

Like its probably to an unhealthy level

Always has headphones in(that gepard gave her for her birthday)(And so loud to the point you can hear the music standing next to her)

(went deaf at the ripe age of 13, after that it was all "huh?" /j)

Shirts from old bands, baggy jeans, fishnets, etc

Had an alt phase

Bad habit of smashing guitars

Dropped out of college after first semester

Had a band in highschool with Blade and Dan Heng that received noise complaints on a regular Basis

Really extroverted and easy to get along with

Loves going to concerts (especially the ones that get crazy like halfway through )

Probably gets in fights during black friday

Addicted to coffee (gepards needs to step in and help her drink something else)

Likes bitter stuff more than sweet stuff

Cares very deeply for her friends

The type of gal to go on road trips with friends and go Camping

Goes to protests every other tuesday

Probably banned from several places

very passionate about things she loves

Loves scary movies and Rollercoasters

The six flags employees have memorized her name

(shes just so cool i wanna be like her fr)

BLADE

Now playing : Consequences - Lovejoy

Theater kid (would never admit it tho)

Kafka teases him about it so much

met kafka and silverwolf in detention

The teachers hate the three of them

Alt kid and never got out of his emo phase

Besties with serval, change my mind

Kafka probably pushed him to join boxing to get his anger out in a less…destructive way

Loves the sleepovers he has with kafka and silverwolf

Broke silverwolf's tv while playing wii sports

Goes to college, no clue what he wants to do so hes just doing liberal studies

Adopted a small stray cat he saw on the ground during a storm

he tries to be tough and mean, but hes a big Softy

Loves the Beetlejuice musical(and mean girls but we dont talk about that)

has probably been on probation on multiple occasions

Probably vandalized the car of someone he didnt like

Kafka has to sweet talk everyone out of getting blade in serious trouble

Hes really good at basketball, he just doesnt like it so he never pushed it further

Doesnt really like or understands sports

probably listens to videogame osts 24/7

GEPARD

Now Playing : Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Getting serval out of trouble isnt a choice, its a lifestyle

Which is ironic, as he is a criminal justice major

But he still will always be her biggest supporter

Dresses (like a costco dad) soft boy by pure accident

Completely oblivious to anything and everything

Enjoys gardening and has a lemon Tree

Cave Town enthusiast

Lemonade Enthusiast

Sends people those "reminder to drink water and be happy" messages

Straight 4.0 GPA student. The teachers loved Him

Was really shy so he didnt have many friends growing up (Serval had to help him out)

Hates rollercoasters, serval drags him around six flags and he screams his head off

Poor guy :<

Still loves it since he loves hanging out with his sister

Student council secretary

No clue how the internet and technology works

Strong sense of justice

That has gotten him involved in several issues

Which ironically, serval got him out of

Wholesome cinnamon roll, pls protecc

MARCH 7TH

Now playing : Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

That one girl in class that no one could hate

Class representative and student council public relations officer

Photography major (duh)

Social butterfly and very easy to talk to

Want to go out to go eat something sweet while having fun? March has you covered !

March Makes friendship braclets and sells them so she can go shopping

has a secret stash of candy hidden in her dorm

March has a babysitting gig and comes to peoples houses with candy

Shes a little kid magnet, they all love her so much

had a club penguin phase with Dan Heng and they both shudder just thinking about it

learned all her profanity from watching Dan Heng play Call Of Duty

sucks at english, fries her brain like a hashbrown

k-pop girlie

dresses really cute with cardigans and pastel pinks

(watched aphmau, Her favorite one was a mermaid tales and mystreet) [submitted by someone on my discord who wants to stay anon]

plays overwatch and says things like "Hey, thats not nice!"

lowkey kind of a teachers pet-

Loves webtoons and collects the physical releases

! Thats a wrap !

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and thank you for reading ^^

♪ Overdose 君とふたり やるせない日々♪

! y u m i - c h a n i s n o w o f f l i n e !

t h a n k y o u f o r c o m i n g ~

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#hsr headcanons #march 7th #dan heng #serval #star rail #hsr blade #blade hc #march 7th hc #hsr x reader #Yumi's shark blog that isnt quite about sharks #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr drabbles

[anemptypuddingcup]

Insomnia.

Smiley can’t sleep and he wants you to help knock him out.

🌸Minors/ Ageless please don’t interact with this one.🌸

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This fic contains// Needy!Smiley. Smiley wanted your touch very badly. So soft and fluffy yet smutty. Oral (Male and Fem receiving) that’s it. Really just a test to see how good I am at writing oral sex. Jesus help me, I got so nervous while writing this. I don’t usually give vivid descriptions of sucking dick- I don’t think anyone does😀

Nahoya uncomfortably shifts in your shared bed while you lay there dozing off on your pillow. He sits up and turns to you, earning your attention. “Yes Hoya?” You called out, feeling him shift in the bed. He turned away, his smirk twitching slightly. “Nothin’” He sighed, beginning to lay back down. You open your eyes to peek at him, and you could tell that he felt a little uneasy just by looking at his face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked, sitting up from your pillow. Nahoya turns to you and then away, a restrained grunt leaving his throat. “I can’t sleep.” He sighed, turning back to you. You smile softly. “Why didn’t you just say that then Hoya?” You asked, crawling over his body. He lets out a sigh and turns away, his lips poking out in a pout. “Didn’t wanna tell ya, you were almost sleep.” He groans.

You lay onto Nahoya, and he wraps his hands around your hips. You nuzzle against him and he kisses your forehead. “You want me to help you then?” You asked. Nahoya slowly nods getting a little antsy and impatient. You lift up his shirt and begin peppering kisses into his chest and down to his tummy. You’re rub your hands softly against his abdomen and he moans slightly. “Your skin is so smooth Hoya~” You teased, gently rubbing your fingers against his skin. Nahoya’s eyes grew wide and his face began to burn up.

“G-Goddammit, you’re so weird.” He groans, turning away from you. You giggle and continue peppering kisses onto him, going down until you finally reach his cock. You peek at the tent in his short and giggle. “Oh, you’re already hard.” You say nonchalantly while giving him a smile. Nahoya just sighs and bites his lip in anticipation.

You pull back the waistband of his shorts and kiss at his tip, earning a sudden squeaky moan from him. You look up at him and lick a long stripe up his shaft followed by sucking at the tip, all he could do was sit there and stare as you went to work. Taking in all of his length in your mouth, you held on to his hips and began moving your head. Your tongue looping and licking at his cock.

Nahoya lets out soft groans and grunts as you sucked him off, his hand reaching out to softly grip at your hair. “F-Fuck, you’re doing good Sugah~” He groans, his lips beginning to quiver. You giggle slightly, beginning to slightly graze your teeth against his shaft. Nahoya jolts and lets out a little moan as he felt your teeth graze him. “C-Chill out with the teeth…” He demanded softly.

His hips buck against your face, beginning to enjoy the feeling of your tongue lapping at his cock. He holds your head in place as he begins to fuck into you mouth, his orgasm beginning to catch up to him. “S-Shit, m’gonna cum soon~” He groans, rubbing your head softly with one hand. You moan at the sweet soft affection he gave you, the affection feeling way different than his usual rough and wild side.

Nahoya sits up and begins to fuck into your mouth a little roughly, his moans and groans growing louder. His cock twitched against your tongue and he grips your hair, not being able to hold back and be soft. “M’fucking cumming, you better swallow it too Sugah.” He grunts, biting his lip. You moan in response and hold on to his wrist, looking into his eyes full of love and lust.

“F-Fuck!~” He grunts, releasing his cum into your mouth. He lifts your head up so he could look at you swallow his sticky seed. He feels your throat tighten around his cock and he pulls out of your mouth knowing that you swallowed. He softly pats your head. “Good gal~” He teases, giving you a kiss. You blush deeply and sighed at Nahoya’s childishness that had no limit’s whatsoever.

He smiles and softly lays you back onto the mattress. “My turn~” He purrs, holding your hips. Nahoya wasted no time pulling off your panties and shoving his face down between your legs. You let out a soft mewl as you felt his thumb press against your clit. He massages your clit softly and pushes his tongue past your entrances and into you. “H-Hoya~” You moaned, your hand running through his soft curls.

Nahoya rubs his tongue against your velvety walls and your g-spot as you squirmed a bit. His thumb massages your clit little faster while his tongue began to move faster inside of you. You whimpered and mewled at the pleasure of his tongue, and grew close to cumming. “H-Hoya~ F-Fuck~” You whimpered, beginning to grip at his peachy curls. Nahoya moves his tongue from your sweet sticky hole to your clit and begins suckling on it. He moves his fingers to your hole and presses them into you, his saliva mixed with your slick allowing them to slip in easily.

He moves his fingers quickly and his fingertips easily make their way to your g-spot. You arched your back and your felt your tummy begin to tense up. “N-Nahoya! I-I’m cumming!~” You whimper, your toes beginning to curl. Nahoya brushes his tongue up your clit making your walls tighten around his fingers. You let out a soft moan and began to cream around his fingers, following with a few whimpers.

Nahoya pulls his fingers out of your hole while sticky slick followed with his fingers. He softly chucked and kisses your clit before licking you essence off of his fingers. You blush deeply out of embarrassment and breathe heavily, now feeling sleepy and exhausted from your little orgasm. Nahoya lays down beside you and holds you close to him, his eyes slightly opened to peer at your satisfied face.

“Maybe next time we should try sixty-nine.” He giggles before fully closing his eyes again. You smile and kiss Nahoya as sleep began to blanket your body. Nahoya spoons you, wrapping his arm around you before kissing your head. “Goodnight Hoya.” You yawn, your body relaxing itself for sleep.

“G’Night Sugah.” He whispers, pulling the blankets onto you both.

-I’ve got one thing on my mind rn and that’s Nahoya Kawata.

#Nahoya my love #fuck- I love Nahoya #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #nahoya kawata #nahoya kawata smut #tokyo revengers nahoya #puddingcupfics

[sourbombz]

So my friend made a joke about how I need to stop timelooping Yuma (because I keep replaying the game) and now I've just been thinking about timelooping him so here's a thought dump about a timeloop AU

Spoilers!!

How the timeloop itself functions/started I have two ideas for at the moment

one being: the idea that Yuma didnt leave the mystery labrynth at the end, and he's basically reliving the mystery over and over again due to his soul wandering forever (I feel mixed on this because I like the idea of everyone being Real and not just the result of a labrynth but this is also a very fun idea to think about as well? Hm)

The other being: the emergency exit.. didnt work how it was supposed to and suddenly Yumas back where he started and also stuck. Also Shinigamis not actually gone (because I don't want her to be!!)

Other than those ideas hhh I dunno forces beyond our comprehension (me I am the forces)

Okay, other fun things

Yuma: he's the center of the timeloop, so he's aware of it. He's so tired, he still doesn't have his past memories but he has future ones now! (Soooo he knows he's Number One, and everything)

Shinigami: she's also aware of it/stuck! She doesn't mind it, less boring than being trapped in a book and she gets more time with Yuma! Joyous!

Fubuki: I think it'd be so fun if Fubuki like.. was also kinda stuck with him, she's the time gal afterall! Although she's Fubuki so she's probably more so "also stuck, but also oblivious"

Vivia: I feel a need to bring him up, and I don't know if I really think he'd be really stuck since time in particular isn't his thing? But yeah udk (I've thought about making him aware because I'm a kokolight shipper and POTENTIAL but I'm on the fence)

Makoto: I guess it depends on how the timeloop itself works on if Makoto knows of it/is stuck as well here or not. So I'm gonna go with "he may or may not it's honestly hard to tell"

All other characters would probably not be aware of it. So I won't talk about them right now

Anyway yeah I imagine at first Yumas like "WHAT HUH WHY WHATS HAPPENING" and then after calming down starts assessing situation and trying to like, do what a lot of people would probably do in that circumstance and try to do things better, save people who died, all of that as ya do.. annddd the timeloop doesn't stop and its a nightmare

I dont have a SINGLE clue how stopping it would happen. All I know is loop loop loop loop

Anyway here's some of my brainstorm doodles the first page I did at 1am before I had anything really thought of, enjoy (idk of its obvious but I am also a Kaguford (Makoto x fubuki) fan, I just think they're cute)

There's so much more I want to think about like hey he knows Yakous murder plot now how would he go forward with that information, how would he go about the cases in the game in general? Augh so much to think about but those are my current thoughts YAY

#I like the idea of Shini and Yuma being in a qpr in this universe as well #I just like the idea of them in a qpr okay #yuma kokohead #shinigami #fubuki clockford #rain code #mdarc #timeloop au #raincode #raincode timeloop au #sour txt

[cee-grice]

it's blorbo thursday so i'm gonna talk about more blorbos :))

Some relevant information:

Most of the story takes place in the country of Merridie, Ethelen city—Merridie has two capitals, and Ethelen is the academic one

The most prominent magical academy of the country is Margo Cielle Academy, Cielle Academy for short, situated in Ethelen (Quil went here)

The mage community is sort of like the ruling class in Merridie and renowned mages have as much power as government officials in many situations; the priests are an entirely different institution and all three rarely mix

note: both Selina and Miriam will show up only in the second part of this duology. when I first wrote these introductions, it was not yet a duology lol

The Gang™

Selina Zacrim

a graduate of Cielle Academy (two years above Quil), specialized in conjuration magic

is now a priest!! although it's very unusual for mages to become priests....

has a Problem with Quil, so when they're in the same room, tensions run high oof

also now has an issue with her temple...she has many issues with many people and institutions

oh yes that includes the academy lol

very high-strung, snappy, has some anger management issues, but, to be fair. yea no that's spoilers, sorry

tall woman, 32ish, likes to wear dark and heavy clothing, wears her hair so tight it's probably unhealthy, ghost-pale (also probably unhealthy)

"Why?" Selina frowned. "Why what?" "Why did you bring me here and not..." "What, you're asking why we didn't turn you in?" She scowled, her fingers digging her arm. "The punishment for breaking exile is execution. You honestly believe I'm that cruel?"

Florin Lemille

also a Cielle Academy graduate, (same year as Quil), specialized in transmutation magic

as well as. Human Enchanting. which is also illegal, btw. a running theme with Quil's academy friends lol

was part of Quil's inner friend circle and participated in the Illegal Practices that got Quil exiled, although not nearly as much. was more of a helping hand, ya know

was put on trial for his crimes, but since his were the most mild ones, he only got expelled and his mage license revoked

that didn't stop him from continuing to work on Human Enchanting, though

had a thing with Quil for a while when they were still students, and is still not entirely over it (lol)

very cheery, likes to play around and doesn't take many things seriously, has a Problem with Selina, though

blond guy, got tattoos all over (or are they all tattoos?..), 30ish, wears very vibrant and colorful clothes, lots of jewelry

"Okay, wow, yeah, that sure is something," he remarked. "I mean, Silvoir's an absolute bitch, no question about that, but you gotta admire the craftsmanship. I mean, such precision, ingenuity, oh, look at these loops... Hats off to the master, she sure knows how to pick them." "Glad to know at least one of us is entertained by this." Florin laughed at his dry tone. "Oh, don't pretend you wouldn't be, too, if it was more up your alley! With how you can get, you have no right to judge me."

Miriam

a venemagik of a very rare creature that lives on the edge between life and death. because of this, she, too, toes the line and is able to sense spirits as well as communicate with them (to an extent)

comes from a small village in the Wilderness (a part of the continent that's not governed by any country—a lawless land crawling with magical creatures)

got a magia conduit from her family as an heirloom, but had to get a license to actually use it once she left the Wilderness

for a while she traveled the continent alone, working as a sort of medium/exorcist/bounty hunter, until she met Selina on a job and her interest was Piqued (not telling why, but...it's a priest thing), so she followed her back to Ethelen

the two of them may be a thing. no one's sure

laid-back, anxiety 0, unfazed by everyone and everything but is easily delighted, a bit of a cryptid

a shorter gal, also 32ish, has vitiligo-like spots over her body that are semi-translucent, bubblegum-pink hair, loose, flowy clothing

quote:

“People are naturally averse to death.” Her eyes met Quil’s, then. “It unnerves them, whether they realize it or not.” A pause. He thought he might be getting nauseous. “Which is a notion that is easy to capitalize on.” Florin sighed, “It’s like some of you venemagiks make a habit out of inventing new magics.” “I would call it ‘broadening your perspective’.”

next time gonna talk about the important Ladies of the story :)

tag list (please ask to be +/-): @writerfae, @tate-lin, @iriswords, @sternenmeerkind , @thecrookedwriterspath, @pure-solomon, @moonshinemagpie, @arowanaprincess, @scribe-of-stories, @thesorcerersapprentice, @stuffaboutwriting

#writeblr #character intros #writers on tumblr #wwcc wip #wwcc character intros #c: selina #c: florin #c: miriam

[butterfrogmantis]

Birds-eye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you Wide eyes will always brighten the blue Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery 'Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind And take to the sky *** Ya gal finished her uni assignments yesterday so now she can work on backgrounds and shit again! She ALSO managed to see the English dub of Flying Ace and has been very happy about it ever since > So this is partially inspired by that, part by Looping the dragonfly, aka Clumsy's dragonfly from one of the Lost Village comics ^^

Process:

Clumsy, Handy and Looping (c) The Smurfs

#smurfs #the smurfs #my art #artists of tumblr #clumsy smurf #handy smurf #clumsyxhandy #flying ace #clip studio ex #dragonfly

[friedesgreatscythe]

oh ya gal is going to see rammstein on tuesday

i’ll be up in the highest section, dead center, which is precisely what i wanted (my sister will be down in the pit like a lunatic). ive loved rammstein since i was a teenager, and one of their songs was all i listened to on repeat after i was raped (it just kinda created this loop of rage and viciousness and horror that i was drawn to and trapped in), so. it means a lot to me.

plus their new album is beautiful.

[iwozlegit]

Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse's past that associates with said word.

Hope

Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse's past that associates with said word

🔱|| Hope. Such a short word yet so bittersweet and emotionally weighty. It was a word that bought a small but distant smile to Wheeljack’s lip-plates.

“It’sa big word that one, ‘Champ. Pretty beautiful though. Ya’ gotta’ be optimistic an’ hopeful in war, even if your odds are slimmer than a fibre optic. There are times where ya’ do kinda’ slump an’ lose yourself sittin’ on ya’ can. I got hopeful when I reunited with ‘Spray…”

There’s a garble of static that bursts from his vocaliser upon the mention of his fallen comrade, and he swiftly tears his cyan optics away to fall to the floor.

“…all those cycles fallin’ loops around every lil’ nook an’ cranny searchin’ for likeminded chumps, an’ I get lucky for all of a few cycles. I’d hoped we’d visit memory lane an’ go off galavantin’ the stars, heh…maybe even with ‘Bulk in tow. Though, I doubt he’d wanna leave his lil’ gal. I didn’t get the affection really then, but I know now that I wouldn’t leave her behind neither. She’s family, jus’ like Ol’ barnaclebutt…had been. An’ ya’ don’t leave family. Contradictin’ my old self there a bit, I know. But I wouldn’t leave any of them now. Not for a sparkbeat,”

There’s another small smile pulling on the scars of his intake now, more conscious than it had been.

“It ain’t all doom an’ gloom, ‘Kid. It may be a flip floppin’ game dancin’ with hope but it keeps any good ‘Ol ‘Bot goin’. I think we all hope for our planet to pumpin’ out kiddies an’ be all bright an’ shiny. I may enjoy the loner lifestyle now an’ again, but even a war-hardened Wrecker such as myself can get a lil’ hopeful, homesick an’ broody~”

#🔱|| let the wreck see the rule #|| prompted • #🗡• rugged individual #🗡• philandering fool #@malika-carnelian #@legitconcrusher

[goji-pilled]

"Wait wait wait a minute. So this place were in is just meant for you and only you, Tamura-san?"

"Well her and every other Akemi out there, tin can. Weren't you paying attention?"

"Now now, Sakura, Miki can be forgiven for her absentmindedness when faced with such world-shattering notions; hasn't your beloved ever had their world view be rocked before?"

"Well, yeah, she has. Took her a while to fix up her black-an'-white mentality, but that was the only thing that took morea than a minute or two. I think the tin can's missing a few screws up there, if ya catch my drift?"

"Wha- Hey fuck you two, at least my partners didn't have such a vice grip on their cheesy french attack names. Everything else they could stomach and change about themselves, but Tiro Finale amd Rosso Phantasma? I bet you two still think them in your minds!"

"I shan't deign that with a response. Instead I shall ponder as to how one of my pupils grew such a large head and great courage to give me any lip. Oh don't look at me like that, I'm sure I taught you everything you know now before you started your loops. It is a constant after all!"

"Yeah yeah, but ya know what isn't a constant, Boss? You kickin' my ass durin' our sparring sessions! Sure ya got the best of me during our training year, but I know I can beat you any day of the week now!"

"Oh? Truly? Then approach me if you like Sakura. I assure you none of the others has ever best me in combat, training or not."

"Oh lord, ladies, please! No need to fight over your womanhood, you're strong and independent gals. 'Sides... I can still beat you two even without my healing factor."

"Care to test that theory tin can?"

"How well does that suit of armour fair against bullets, Miki?"

Tamura was left alone in her thoughts, dreading a possible all-out battle against three extremely powerful and old versions of her closest friends. Turning to the people she actually knew in the building, she was surprised to see the Primary Trio each performing some form of mortified and embarassed attempt to hide their faces. Mami had buried herself into her yukata, hair frizzy out of its curls, while Sayaka had been trying to cool her face down with water covered hands. Kyouko seemed to be trying to strangle herself with her ponytail.

It took a minute for Tamura to finally understood why her friends weren't trying to stop a brewing brawl.

"Is this seriously how you three flirt when I'm not around?!"

At that the newcomers all stopped their inherent homo-erotic taunting and tumbled into a laughing mess; the other three just radiated shame and hoped some god would send them anywhere but where they were now.

She should have known this was happening behind her back. In the early stages of the loops, when Tamura was still "Moemura" and had naieve hope for a simple solution to her Walpurgisnatch problem, whenever the three of them survived and weren't trying to kill each other there was always some... tension between them all.

Honestly had Nagisa or Charlotte been around for those loops, she would've had a field day with all the "cheese" she would've sniffed out around them.

"Aha ha! Don't think you're any better transfer student! I'm sure we all have stories of you doing your best to woo a certain someone in our loops." The knight had pulled herself back up, slouching onto the table as she drank from a bottle. She grimaced when she noticed she already drank half and realized she'd have to drink from the other bottle.

Tamura was both afraid and morbidly curious as to what their versions of herself had done in their loops. She hoped in some small part of her heart that she just played the Dark Magical Girl troupe to death in their loops, but she knew herself too damn well to hope for that. From what the knight said she knew Tamura tried to flirt with Madoka, a fact she wish was true for herself. One day she'd have an actual conversation with her dearest and say something actually smooth.

Downing another gulp of her cider Tamura stared into the knights warm ocean eyes and dared, "Do share, would you kindly?" before immediately regretting her arrogamce as that grin turned into a feral smile.

"Well, the Homura I know was such a chunni. Like, she'd go out of her way to put managaka quotes into her day to day speech, including her little declarations of love~." Welp, there went all of Tamura's street cred.

"Ooo, hey, tin can! Did yer Homura ever try to leave love letters or gifts in places where her crush would brush her hand on? And like, just nonchalantly point it out whenever it "mysteriously" showed up?" Oh god, she's thought of doing that, yes, but she'd never...

"I pray you two never had moments where you found her coincidentally meet up with said crush, out and about. It was always an embarassment to everyone whenever she showed up within and outside each barrier we were in. I felt bad for the poor girl, trying so hard to act cool in front of her paramour, it was almost shameful." Ouch Mami, what did your Homura ever do to you? She only started doing that to keep an eye on her senpai making good on her promises.

"Hold it for a hot second, this was when Homs wasn't a time looping mess? That was her when she was tame?!" Tamura snapped her head towards Kyouko in offense because honeslty what the fuck Kyouko?! This is how you treat your friend, by saying she was an unhinged mess? The friend who would endure an eternity of suffering just to make sure the people she loved got to live happy lives? That's how you repay her kindness!?

"Honestly all of her lil' Homuisms were kinda adorable. I was almost tempted to sweep her off her feet in some loops just to see the chuuni turn so many shades of red. He he, Mads is a lucky girl..." Oh so even the Warrior was gonna get on her case about this. Cool. So cool. So glad she showed up today.

"I must admit, there was a certain to Homura's antics to win over Kaname-san's affection. Were I not devoted to training my pupils and were I a weaker woman, I may have tried to make myself marketable in her eye's." Getting a lot of mixed messages here Tomoe.

There was finally a lull in their conversations, all matters of Tamura's love life ("More like Shrodinger's love life" "Shut up Miki-san") settled, the group went seperated into pairs. The Tomoes were currently showing off firearms born from their magic, comparing designs and techniques to manifest stronger and more capable rifles; Tamura feared the day when Mami unleashed her new potential. The Mikis were sparring with their blades, Sayaka failing to land a hit on the Knight's armour as she was repeatedly poked and prodded by a better swordswoman. The Kyoukos ended up in a small conversation far from the rest, huddling against each other and mutterinf something or other about families.

If she had to endure justified embarrassment to have her friends feel welcomed and safe, Tamura figured she might as well. It wasn't like it was anything new to her in most timelines.

don't worry, I'll get to th sad parts of this tamura bit eventually. ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼

JFWMJFKSDJEEJEJJWKDWID THIS HAS TO BE MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE YET

#felix answers #io3 #FJMSDJWLDJ #NOT THEM FLIRTING LIKE THAT

[theforeverdyingperson]

Omg this took forever to write. 🥲Enjoy! (Warning! God awful grammar ahead)

Promise?

“Who are y-“ The man gets cut off.

“I love you so much!”

The man looks down at the brunet girl hugging and sobbing into his chest. He was just going to a coffee shop…

“I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong person…” He says, trying to pry her off.

“James?” She said, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“Because,” she took a deep breath, trying to steady her sobs. “You do know me! I know you, it’s just… it’s complicated!” She hangs her head low, putting her hands on her face and starts crying again.

He stands there dumbfounded, not know what to do to with the crying girl in the middle of the side walk.

“Are you ok? Are you in trouble?” He asked, glancing around at all the snoopy people who can’t mind their own business.

“Yes, no! I don’t know, I need help. You’re the only one who can help me! I’m stuck in a time loop, and I can’t figure out how to get out, and your helping me, and I don’t know what to do, and I’m so t-“ He cuts her off this time.

“Hey, hey. How about we go get some coffee, get some food in you, and you can explain it then.”

He didn’t know why he said it, he just had this gut feeling that he should help her.

She looks up at him, and has this bright smile on her face. “There you are.” She says with tears flowing down her cheeks.

He looked down at her, puzzled, but put his hand on her back and led her to the coffee shop.

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“Welcome in!” The bartender yelled, too preoccupied with orders to glance up.

“Pick something out, it’s on me.” James said, reaching for his wallet.

“Ok, oh but don’t get the macchiato, they’ll mess it up” she says nonchalantly.

He glances down at her, what does she know?

“Hi, what can I get goin for you today?” The bartender says.

“I’ll have the macchiato,” he glances at her. “And whatever she wants.”

She glances back, but turned back to the bartender. “I’ll have a coffee, black.” She orders.

“Coming right up!” He says after James gets done paying.

“You don’t strike me as a black coffee kinda gal,” James says, sitting down in one of the chairs at a table. He’s horrible at small talk.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to sleep, constantly trying to figure this whole thing out…” she says, tears welling up again.

“What is going on? I’ll help.” Again, he had that gut feeling. She smiles again, he notices her dimples.

Cute, he thought.

“Ok, it’s a lot to explain.” She said, putting her head in her hands.

“I’ve got time.” He said, curiosity keeping him seated.

And so she did explain, and for the whole 30 minutes, his jaw never left the floor.

“So you’re telling me,” he sighed. “That your stuck in a- a time loop, and your close to figuring it out, but you need my help? Why me?”

“Again, you’re the only one who helps me, over and over again.” She says.

“Ok,” James checks his watch, 1:28. “What do you need help with?”

“You have engineering skills, I’m going to need those.” She says, eyeing the coffee finally coming there way.

“Enjoy,” the waiter mumbles.

He takes a sip and nearly chokes it out. Hacking out the awful taste of coffee from his throat.

“That’s awful!” He exclaims. “Wait, didn’t you…”

“Yup, still do, but every time you don’t listen.” She says while rolling her eyes. Taking a sip of her coffee, the gets back to explaining.

“So, as I said before. I accidentally activated this machine, that I’m guessing is what is causing my time loops, and it got destroyed. I need you to do your little nerd thing and fix it so we can shut it off”

“Ok… do you know where it is?” He asked. Sounds like a lot of work…

“Ya, we found that out on loop 16”

“16? What look are we on now?” She’s been at this for 16 days?

“Loop 53.” She says tiredly.

His eyes widened at her response. “But I’m sure that it’s going to work this time!” This time?

“Ok,” he said with a sigh. “Lead the way.”

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“So this is the place?” He said, stretching from the hours in his car. It was a 5 hour drive to the middle of nowhere, the only thing he could see for miles was this box of a building.

“Yup,” She seemed unimpressed. Most likely from the dozens of times she been here.

The sun had already set, it was getting late. He wondered when the loop started over again, surely midnight.

“I’m guessing the loop starts over at midnight?”

“Yeah, but we’re doing good on time! I think.” She seemed scared.

What is this gut feeling? I feel like I should console her.

“Hey,” he wrapped his arms around her. “We’re gonna do it this time, I can feel it”

“That’s what you said the last 8 times.” She said hugging him back. “But I still believe you.”

They stood there for awhile, both knew that time was ticking, but neither of them wanted to move.

He felt this pang in his heart, it feels like he knows her, he just has no memory. He doesn’t know her favorite color, her favorite food, heck he doesn’t even know her name. Yet her knows her. He feels the need to help her, to protect her, to get her out of this.

“Let’s get this done,” he finally says. “Let’s fix this so you can go back to normal.” He squeezes her in the hug then lets go, going towards the door.

“The machine is on your left,” she mentions. “It’s really damaged, I don’t know what happened.” She walks in front of it, staring at it as if to intimidate it.

“Let me get some of my tools out of the car and I’ll take a look.” He said while walking towards the door. She sat down, knees to her chest, and smiled up at him. She had this vulnerable look, curled up in a ball, glassy eyes that never seem to leave. He got that pang in his heart again, all he wants to do is fix it. Fix everything, help her out of this. Even if she is a stranger.

He finally turned and made his way to his car. Who was this girl?

He came back inside the building, his tool back in his hands. His heart on his sleeve.

He stopped at the entrance of the disheveled room, she was still there, curled up like a lost kid, but she was crying now.

She hadn’t noticed him, so he took a minute to get a better look at her. She had a dirty shirt on, knotted hair, her pants had rips in them. She looked horrible.

The way she slouched, head rested on her knees, body close to limp. She looked exhausted.

The way she didn’t mind crying in front of him, how she wasn’t in a rush, which she should be, how she didn’t care about her appearance. She looked hopeless, like she was never going to get out.

He fully stepped into the room, finally making his appearance known. She looked up and gave a smile. Fake. He thought.

“I’ll have a look at the machine, see what I can do.” He sat down his bag, and started to fidget with the hunk of metal.

While he did, she got to look at him. She knew he was staring at her, he did that the last few times. And she had gotten a good look at him too, but she still couldn’t help herself.

The way he concentrated on what he was working on, how he scrunched his nose when coming across a problem, or when he would shoot his eyebrows up when he fixed it, displaying his gorgeous smile.

It was hard not to fall in love with him, not when he was the only one to help her. She had spent the first few days trying to get help, after she figured out what was going on.

She was so scared, she didn’t know what to do. The world just kept repeating, everything but her.

Then she met James, he was walking to a coffee shop, again. He actually listened to her, helped her, was kind to her. Everyone else thought she was going crazy, on crack, but not him.

He snapped her out of her thoughts, as she expected. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Charlotte”

“That’s a beautiful name.” He says, trying to fill the silence.

“Thanks.”

The silence continued. She continued to stare at him, thinking more and more. You would think that all the time she’s spent with him, day after day she wouldn’t have anything else to think about, but she somehow thought of something.

Suddenly, a roaring sound echoed through the room. She refocused and saw he had started an engine.

“We need to let this run for awhile, until then I can’t do anything. I won’t know what to fix if I don’t know what’s broken. So now we wait.”

He sat down next to her, leaning against the wall. “How long do you think it will take?” She asks, worry obvious in her voice.

He looked at his watch. 9:47.

“Hopefully not too long” he sighs. “Maybe an hour or two? It’s a big machine to charge. It’s 9:47 right now.”

Had she really been thinking about him for three hours? Last time it was only two…

“So,” he said, leaning his head back. “Tell me about yourself.” And thats what she did, for a long time.

She told him her hobbies, her job, her background, how *cough* single she was. *cough*

And he found himself to become even more fond of her. Not just at how beautiful she was, but how smart and kind she was. He loved just talking to her.

After while, it got cold, bone chilling really. So what was the reasonable thing to do with a stranger? They snuggled up.

James had found a piece of cardboard from the rubble and laid down on it. He opened his arms wide and waited for Charlotte to lay on top. Once she did, he wrapped his jacket around her and relaxed.

But while he was absentmindedly playing with her hair, which felt so good, she was thinking. Overthinking would be the correct term.

What if this didn’t work? What if we ran out of time again? What if it’s non reversible?

She didn’t even know she was crying until James hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head up to meet his.

“You ok?” He said, brushing the tears of her cheeks. “Ya,” her voice came out wavy. “I’m just worried. What if this doesn’t work?” She lays her head back on his chest, sniffing while trying to get the tears to stop.

“It will, I promise.” Promise. Is it really a promise if the day keeps looping? If he won’t remember any of this? Yet every day, every loop, he promised the same thing.

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He didn’t want to get up, but he knew he had to. He looked down at Charlotte, who was asleep on top of him. It looked like the first sleep she had gotten in a while. He checked his watch again, 11:09. It had just finished charging, he could finally work on it.

He managed to slip out from under her and get to work.

It was only 20 minutes later that she woke up, looking at the semi rebuilt machine.

“What time is it?” She asked, sitting up and crawling towards James.

He looked down briefly. “11:32” he was hyper focused on the machine, with his cute little focused face.

“Is there anything I can do?” No, but thank you!

“No, but thank you!” She knew there was nothing, but she still tried every time.

“Actually,” That was different.

“Come here and help hold this wire,” that was very different! What if this was it? The final loop?

She jumped up and sprinted over there. After that, everything was different. While she helped him, she couldn’t help but have a smile on her face. Her heart going faster than it has the past few months.

“Ok,” James said after about 15 minutes of working. “Let’s do it, if it doesn’t work, then we’ll have to try again next time…” his face was pale with stress. It was 11:48. They only had one shot at this.

“Do it.” Charlotte said, stress and hope lacing her voice. James pushed a few buttons, kicked a few things, then finally, pulled a lever.

He stepped back, hands out like it might pounce at him. Silence.

Nothing happened. His shoulders dropped, he ran towards it and started hitting buttons.

“No no no nononono!” He did all the buttons again, kicking again, the lever again. But still, nothing happened.

“NO!” He banged his fists on the metal, not caring about the pain.

“It should have worked! Why didn’t it work!?” He was so angry he barely notice a teary eyed Charlotte beside him.

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be ok! We will get it next time! I’m sure of it! I’m so so sorry.” He put his head on her shoulder, embracing her in a hug.

“It’s not your fault” she managed to say. “It’s ok! It’ll be ok, I hope…” she let the sobs rack through her.

“Hey, please don’t cry. Let’s spend the last few minutes happy, ok?” He said, lifted her chin up. She nodded, catching her breath, and staring up at him.

He cupped her cheek, whipping of tears with his thumb. “Remember what you said earlier today?” He said, trying not to get lost in her eyes.

“I said a lot of things.” She chuckled.

“When you ran up to me?” He said, smiling back at her.

“I love you?” It just slipped out, she didn’t even realize what she was saying. Saying that was really a spur of the moment.

“Ya, that.” He leaned down, dangerously close to her lips.

They just stared at each other.

“Did you mean it?” He whispered.

Yes? No? What was she supposed to say?

“Yeah…” she had forgotten all about the machine, the time loop, the pain. All there was to think about was James, so close, so different.

“Good.” He closed the gap, putting his hand on the back of her head. She kissed back, desperate to get as much out of it before the clock struck midnight. She focused on how he kissed her, it was so gentle, so loving, he kissed her like it was both the first and last time.

It technically was.

#I’m so sorry for that ending #story prompt #writing prompt #kiss #love #love story #time loop #strangers to lovers #loop #prompt #short story #grammar who?

[voyager3rv]

Cold Start!

Day: 948

Location: 35.558, -75.462

Entry:

Well that was something ! ! !

We had known we were in for a bit of a challenge with the weather that had been upcoming in NJ. ( temps were going as low as 3F )

- - Pre - Departure - -

So we dragged the lines early, dropped all our water and had a small space heater in a cargo bay to distribute heat through while we endured the arctic blast. We held well between the shrubs during our last stay, Nebbie was able to kick consistent vibes at approx 50F and that was with two electric heaters at 2200 watts.

~ Due to limited electricity throughput from the line ( 20A ) ~

[ We would have rocked propane, but after 2+ months of usage we were pretty much beat ]

This essentially set the tone for our disembark,

J and I were both a little slow to get back into the groove, but we made due and pressed on. Leaving went pretty smoothly and we were greeted with driving head on with what was described as "gale winds"... (shrugs) you honestly can't make it up. But it was such a great test for all the work we had done, this old gal, prior to our renovation would have been ramblin' back and forth like she was busting a move. :D

- - Departure - -

Our initial heading had us arriving in ( 35.558, -75.462 ) by Sunday afternoon, so we decided to split the trip into two days, somewhere around 266mi the first day, and 220 the next.

We got to our first layover without any other excitement, we were lucky to have some really beautiful sunset views over farmlands in MD as we parked, plugged electric only and settled in for the night.

The second day was really when all the excitement happened, we had to plan a spot to fuel our propane before landing, and after having called the campground we were essentially told we were beat for a Sunday fill. So we hunted around... or more like, J hunted around, and after five or six different spots we were able to narrow it down to an Ace hardware, believe it or not.

(added to the list of places to stop)

I jumped up front and went to start Nebbie, but when I turned the key.... ( click, click sppzpzp cacsfma lfnskj ) was actually exactly how it sounded. Now I remembered what that one thing was I still had to do... replace the battery. No worries though, we've jumped before and today was no different. So after getting Nebbie started we hooked the smart car and rolled out to our first stop, the gas station!

The first one was not set up well for us, so we had to cross the highway and pulled through another.

So this might have come easier to someone else, but not to me that day, because I tell ya what I confidently turned that engine off thinking we would be swell, and guess what. We weren't! lol so I had to unhook the smart car, turn it back on, jump the RV and then re-situate on the opposite side of the gas station to rehook.

(just a good ol regular fill up in RV life)

We were only forty minutes to the ace hardware, and on the way we decided to get smart. I asked J to research about the (emergency start) switch on the dash and how it operated and how we might be able to use it. So after a quick youtubing we felt confident that it would be straight forward.

We pulled into the Ace lot which thankfully was pretty abandoned and did a whole two loops before arriving correctly at the side of the propane fill up area. The worker there had seen us driving and met me there at the side, he was super nice and we discussed camping, and the type of camper he had as well.

After I hopped back into the driver's seat, anxious and ready to DRIVE! I look at J and asked her "No but really, one whole minute", she responded "One minute", my eyes flipped around in my head while I pushed the button (emergency start) looking between J and the wheel, waiting for the go ahead.

At juuuuust about one minute I turned the key, ( du du duuuu ) no dice. After sitting for a second, and pushing the button again, this time for thirty seconds, we tried again before Nebbie roared to life!

We were in some kinda luck!

With a full tank of gas, and propane we made our way further south, taking in the ocean views from Virginia bridges to Virginia Beach, driving all along the sand bar by Kitty Hawk and through towards Rodanthe.

First trip back on the road in the books, we're parked about 200 feet away from the ocean and the sunrises and sunsets have been BEAUTIFUL, the next week days here are going to be so relaxing!

- Transmission End -

#travel blog #travel #rvlife #fulltimetravel #fulltimerving #rodanthe #north carolina #outer banks

[returnn-of-the-mac]

I love the swap dialogue format! Maybe one for Scribe Haylen?

Companion Swap Dialogue: Scribe Haylen

Preston

Haylen: The Minutemen’s work to bring the Commonwealth together is truly admirable!

Preston: [flattered] Oh…well, thank you! It’s refreshing to hear that.

…

Preston: Be careful out there!

Haylen: I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

Curie

Haylen: You are an infirmary engineer and researcher? Incredible! We’ll have to discuss our findings sometime!

Curie: I would love to compare data!

…

Curie: Madam Haylen! Do you need any medical zupplies before you ‘ead out?

Haylen: I think I’m fully stocked! Appreciate it though!

Danse

Haylen: Take care out there you two! Stay safe!

Danse: Will do. Thank you, Haylen.

…

Danse: [worried] I know you’re capable, but if you ever find yourself in hot water, don’t hesitate to send out a signal. I’ll be there.

Haylen: We can handle it! But thank you, sir. Ad Victorum!

Codsworth

Haylen: [intrigued] You’re one of the first functional Mr. Handy’s I’ve seen around here!

Codsworth: Yes; and every day I am grateful that I am not stuck in an eternal dialogue loop!

…

Codsworth: Good luck out there, Ms. Haylen!

Haylen: Thanks, Codsworth!

Piper

Haylen: Piper Wright!? Wow! I’m a huge fan of your paper!

Piper: [flustered] Hey, thanks! I’m glad you like it!

…

Piper: Try not to die!

Haylen: Duly noted!

Strong

Haylen: [to Sole] …Don’t get eaten…

Strong: Strong no eat friend, stupid human!

…

Strong: Why human travel with this human? This one weak!

Haylen: [annoyed] I’ll show you weak.

Deacon

Haylen: [to Sole] Remember: take everything he says with a grain of salt.

Deacon: I’m more of a pepper guy, myself.

…

Deacon: What’s a talented gal like you doing wasting your time with the Brotherhood?

Haylen: It’s a better use of my time than trying to liberate toasters.

MacCready

Haylen: Have you been affiliated with the Brotherhood before? Your mannerisms in combat and marksman abilities seem similar to our training program.

MacCready: [sarcastic] Damn. Am I really that much of a walking red flag?

…

MacCready: [to Sole] Well, I hope you enjoyed the fun while it lasted.

Haylen: Just because I’m not a miscreant like you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time.

Hancock

Haylen: Try not to do anything too stupid out there. I have limited access to medical supplies out here.

Hancock: No promises, sister.

…

Hancock: [flirty, joking] Are you an irregular ECG? Because you make my heart skip a beat!

Haylen: Gross.

Gage

Haylen: I’ll never understand how you Raiders can just mercilessly kill innocents. It’s shameful.

Gage: You Brotherhood guys ain’t all that different, sis.

…

Gage: Yer runnin with the Brotherhood now? They’re a whole different kinda heinous.

Haylen: [defensive; scoffing] Oh, you’re one to call an organization heinous. We have nothing but good intentions, civilian.

X6-88

Haylen: Why does the Institute insist on wreaking havoc on the Commonwealth? Why don’t you all just stay in your lane?

X6-88: Our intentions are none of your business.

…

X6-88: Don’t do anything you would regret, [sir/ma’am]. The Institute does not take kindly to treacherous activity.

Haylen: [coldly] What they do is at their own discretion, sir.

Longfellow

Haylen: You’re from Far Harbor, huh? I’ve always wanted to see the ocean.

Longfellow: Nah, ya don’t. It’s overrated. It’s ridden with dead fish and seaweed and stinks like mirelurk.

…

Longfellow: Don’t be afraid to harpoon the threatening shit.

Haylen: Er…thanks for that…useful…advice?

Nick

Haylen: Detective Valentine! I know it must sound strange coming from me, but I truly admire you. Just…keep that between us.

Nick: You got it, sweetheart.

…

Nick: Be careful out there. You Brotherhood folks don’t have the best reputation.

Haylen: It’s alright! I don’t think it’ll be an issue.

Cait

Haylen: I hope I’m not making a mistake by leaving our friend with you.

Cait: Darlin, the only mistake made was our friend decidin to travel with a stick-in-the-mud.

…

Cait: [annoyed] Fine, have all the fun without me.

Haylen: Much obliged.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #companions react #haylen #scribe haylen #paladin danse #danse #deacon #maccready #hancock #cait #piper #curie #strong #codsworth #gage #longfellow #preston garvey #nick valentine #x6 88

[anothertimdrakestan]

Sweater Weather (Damian Wayne x Reader)

words: 1.4k

req from a lovely anon: “Could maybe please write a songfic for Damian and the reader? The song being Sweater Weather? It could be sfw or nsfw, whatever you're comfortable with. However, if you're not comfortable with this request, that's ok! I LOVE your writing and respect you as the author. Anywayssss, have a great day! 💞💞”

hi love!!! thank you for the req! i’m not very practiced at songfics but i tried and i stole all the inspiration for this story from my real life eheheh so here’s some insight to my messy love life lmao. also! for my songfics at least i don’t include lyrics because for me they pull me out of the story but if you know the song you’ll notice a lot of dialogue/descriptions are pulled straight from the song hehe! i hope you enjoy!

“I’ve got the taser, kick them in the balls if they try me, and scream” you repeated in your head as you made your way down the streets of Gotham, was it quite late to be going out for a bite to eat? Yes. But you’d been studying and felt that a midnight snack was well deserved. 

Bag of food in hand you were headed back, taking a familiar shortcut you used to get to downtown all the time. Unfortunately, you failed to remember that the alleyway on fifth was never safe after sunset, but your mind auto-piloted you that way and now you were about 85% sure you were about to have to beat some ass to defend your food in a few minutes. 

“C’mere princess gimme a smile” a deep voice slurred as you continued past, other deep growls of agreement and hoots echoed around the alley. “C’mon babe I don’t see anyone with ya! pretty gal like you’z should be snatched up” you cringed at his wording hoping there was no double meaning as you hurried past. “Tt, she’s with me” a voice hissed as a cloaked vigilante dropped in front of you. “Hey Rob” you smiled sheepishly, knowing he had probably been watching you for a couple minutes. “Y/n, come, let’s go” Damian’s slightly fake Robin voice always made you roll your eyes but you knew there was no chance in hell he was letting you walk away, so you let him loop his left hand around your waist and pull you out of the alleyway towards your favorite rooftop. 

Before your feet touched the rooftop you were getting lectured. “Y/n you know I’m a call away when you want to go out like this! It’s not safe here you know this!” you looked at him with a bored expression. “Dames I’m not a baby plus you trained the crap out of me I could’ve easily protected myself and you know it. So why the heroism tonight?” you asked, cocking your head to the side while Damian did his favorite move besides pulling out a sword: changing the subject. “It’s too cold, look, you’re shivering. Here.” he grumbled, pulling off his cloak and draping it around your neck as you clasped it, grateful for the warmth but angered from the lack of answers. 

You didn’t need to bug him, just give him a knowing look and he was soon sitting with you on the rooftop staring out at the skyline. And you just sat like that, in silence, for a little bit. Not that you minded- there wasn’t much for you to say while Damian clearly was deep in his own thoughts.

“I wanted to save you” he broke the silence. You turned to him, “you’ve been saving me since we were kids man it just hasn’t been a recent thing. What aren’t you saying?” you cut off your thought to see if he’d give you more. 

“Trust my y/n there’s nothing I wouldn’t want to tell you about” his whispered before standing up with his grappling hook. “You don’t want your food to get cold” he mumbled as you silently agreed, moving to take off the cloak. “It’ll be cold, leave it on” were the last words before he whisked you home, helping you sneak through your window like always. “Bye Dami” you whispered, meeting his domino mask covered eyes that just stared at you for a couple seconds, but with a little nod he was off. 

With a stretch you decided to leave the cloak on, it was surprisingly warm and you didn’t want to lose it as it was probably quite expensive. You got out your food, just a couple bites in when you heard a knock on your window. Getting up was Damian, this time without his mask on, sat with unreadable eyes that were searching frantically until they met yours. 

Sliding the window open you stepped back to let him in when he pulled you out of the window and onto the roof of your home. With a small yelp you stared at him, waiting for an explanation. 

Damian took a deep breath. “I didn’t finish answering your question” he said gruffly as you cocked your head to the side. “Okay?" you replied.

“I wanted to save you,” his eyes cast down and his tone quieted as he said “because I couldn’t imagine my life without you y/n” You felt your chest tighten, all the nights you spent wondering if Damian would ever feel the same way you did, the nights you spent writing Y/n Wayne on papers then erasing it with a giggle, and all the moments where you considered how difficult it would be to go from best friends to something else- all started flooding to the front of your brain. “Play it cool y/n” you chided. 

“Aw Dames you know I couldn’t either!” you nodded, giving him a soft smile which got wiped off your face when he shook his head. “No, not like that- god I am so bad at explaining this” he groaned, looking like he was going to give up. But he continued, “what I want is different, different from what we’ve got. I want a future, a person who wants me, a love, I want love.” his voice was strained as he paused to look at you. 

“You want those, with me?” you gulped. 

He nodded. “Yeah, i-is that bad?” you could tell he was holding his breath.

“Not bad, definitely the opposite. Good, very very good” you mumbled, watching his eyes fall down to your lips. 

“So if that’s what I want, what do you want?” he whispered, toying with the material of his cloak that you were still wearing. 

“I want you Dami” his eyes snapped to yours, like he was processing everything hitting him all at once. 

His hands had made it higher up the cloak now, and you felt him tentatively tug you forward, his eyes meeting yours one last time to confirm that everything he’d been dreaming about for months was really about to happen. 

And then he kissed you.

It was soft, and tentative, and careful. But it was also warm and overflowing with love. His hands moved to cup your cheek while you linked your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss. 

Pulling apart Damian’s lips were upturned into the tiniest smile, but it said more than a million words to you. 

“So you gonna ask me out orrrrrr” you teased with a wink while Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, was the moonlit kiss not good enough for you ms. l/n” he scrunched his nose while you laughed. “No I just wish I could’ve filmed your whole ‘I want love’ speech. It was very un-“i-was-trained-as-a-baby-assassin-with-no-emotions” of you! I’m quite proud wanna give it another go so I can show Bruce?” you laughed as Damian glared at you. “Don’t make me resend my offer, I could change my want’s at anytime you know” he said very matter-of-factly while you couldn’t help but snort. 

“Puh-leez you’d give the speech again if it meant you could steal another kiss” you tapped his chest knowingly when his hand shot out to grab yours. He laced his fingers in between yours saying, “from my knowledge you were the one of said you wanted me, and since I’m yours and you’re mine, I pretty much get a kiss whenever I want, it’s hardly stealing” he finished by pulling your lips onto his as he smirked into the kiss. “Hm whatever you say lovebird”

“You cannot call me that”

“I’m pretty sure I get to call you whatever I want lover boy” 

“Absolutely not”

“Love bird, lover boy, softie, cutie, baby bird, wow there’s like infinite nicknames here” you gasped with laughter.

“What have I gotten myself into” he chuckled as you grinned, diving in for a quick peck before you decided it was enough loving for one night, the cloak was warm but it was nothing compared to the sweater you’d stolen from Dami a couple weeks past. You’d been outside more tonight than in the last month and desperately needed something to warm you up. It was finally sweater weather after all.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne fluff #damain wayne fanfic #batboys #batfam #bruce wayne #batboys x reader #batfam x reader #dc fluff #dc fanfic

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Sass Backwards

Fandom: Ted Lasso Pairing: Ted Lasso x Flo “Sassy” Collins Rating: E Word Count: 3239

Summary: Arranging a hookup at a funeral. Having one woman in his arms but another on his mind. It all feels a little (S)ass-backwards to Ted.

Ted wondered which one of ’em was the other one’s bad habit. Then again, it took two to tango—except for that handful of breathless minutes last time where he’d just laid on his back and watched while Sassy sat astride his chest and put her fingers— Well.

Doing a little mental throat-clearing, Ted peeked over at Sassy in the driver’s seat. Sensing him, she turned to return his look as they rolled to a stoplight, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. Wow, ok, wow. They were doing this again. Up to their old tricks.

In case you didn’t see, he texted Beard, I won’t be making the bus.

Oh, I saw, Beard replied within seconds.

Now, gosh, what did that mean? Judgement? Approval?

Well, I’ll see ya, buddy, Ted concluded.

He was tapping his phone against his bouncing knee like a pair of musical spoons when it vibrated again.

Still Beard, apparently passing on a message from Roy. Which, when it came through moments later, was a single eggplant emoji. Alrighty. Why be long-winded about it when a little purple veggie could communicate so much? Ted could wish his colleagues weren’t so darn presumptuous, but he could remember how Sassy’d been looking at him as they left the reception together, so it’d be pretty foolish to blow a wish on blinding Roy and Beard to the obvious. Better to save those wishes up for when you really needed them.

Ted tucked his phone away and glanced up. They were cruising slowly down a residential street. Leisurely, Sassy banked the wheel into a right-hand turn, aiming for a narrow driveway.

From behind them, a driver leaned on their horn. Like, really bore down on the thing. Ted jumped. Sassy was already jabbing the button to lower her window.

“OI, ARSEHOLE!” she shouted through it as the other car swung into the opposite lane to whip around them. “I’VE JUST BEEN TO A FUNERAL! TRY SOME FUCKING PATIENCE!”

She waved her middle finger aloft, presumably for the benefit of the other driver’s rear-view mirror checks, and finished executing her turn. They crunched up the gravel driveway and she threw the car into park, smiling over at Ted.

“Some people,” she said with a sigh that dropped her shoulders.

He smiled back, agreed, “Some people,” and did not point out that she’d neglected to flick her blinker on before making the turn. That was just Sassy—a little unpredictable, a gal who took chances. That was why he was here, at her home, wasn’t it? He liked that about her.

“So… your daughter, Nora,” he said as they got out of the car. “She’s staying at Deborah’s tonight?”

Ted kept his eyebrows high and inquisitive, a signal that he was just making conversation, though he wasn’t just making conversation; he was trying to determine how swift an interlude the pair of them were about to have. If Sassy’s daughter was coming home within the hour, he’d need to skedaddle right after they finished up. And he was fine with that, really.

“Yes, she wanted to be there to support Rebecca through her breakup.” Ted frowned, out of the loop. A breakup and a funeral on the same day? Boy, that was rough. He hadn’t realized that Rebecca had so much going on, or that she was suddenly single. Bad timing. Maybe he should’ve hung back and—

“But Ted,” Sassy said, interrupting his thoughts and giving him quite a look as she unlocked her front door, “I don’t want to talk about Nora right now.”

He traded his frown for a smile, easy as flipping a light switch.

“’Course.”

“What else do you imagine people talk about after a funeral?”

Grief, he guessed. Sad or fond memories of the deceased. Or maybe the mundane: groceries that needed buying to fill an empty fridge, a long-neglected lightbulb that needed changing. That had been his experience—what he hadn’t blotted out in the swarm of anger and confusion, the conversation his mom had tried to have with him after the friends and relatives had left and she’d padded softly upstairs to find where he’d hid himself while the rest of them mourned the right way. Ted could hardly believe his way had been right too, or that he was still mourning decades later, but the Doc had popped those particular kernels of wisdom for him this morning, so all that was left to do was to take the bucket of truth-popcorn she’d handed him and butter it with his tears of relief. Phew. Maybe part of what people did after a funeral was eat.

Sassy was still looking at him, playfully flinging her leather jacket over a chair before winding her fingers through his. Ted considered that Rebecca’s father hadn’t departed as dearly as most. He hadn’t known the man and, from the sensual expression on the face of the woman now leading him up the stairs, Sassy wasn’t interested in excavating childhood memories.

“Uh,” he said. “Nothin’ much. Does that work for you?”

Sassy tossed him a sultry glance, towing him towards what had to be her bedroom.

“It certainly does,” she said.

Yep, something about this was screeching bad habit! and they proceeded anyway. Wriggling his socked toes into the plush rug on the bedroom floor, Ted unbuttoned and shrugged off his jacket. Sassy swished her floaty black dress straight up and off and his gaze fell to the lacy lingerie she’d worn underneath it. He whistled and she grinned like a storybook wolf.

“I was hoping I’d bump into you today,” she said.

Ted swallowed thickly, eyes back on her face, and said, “Lucky me. You sure look—”

“Nothing much, remember?” Sassy quoted back to him. She truly seemed to live like every day might be the day her nickname came up for renewal and she had to show proof that she was still as sassy as she claimed.

“You got it, Sassy Smurf.”

Ted let her come to him, but gathered her near when she did, his warm hands on her cool skin. Her back, her waist, skimming and caressing as he kissed her. She pressed hard into the kiss and wasn’t shy about insinuating her half-bared body into his space. Her arms looped behind his neck. With her high heels kicked off and his shoes left neatly by the front door, she was no longer taller than him; their hips were at the same height and she ground hers teasingly into his when they met, making Ted let out a gasping laugh.

“Shall I draw the blinds?” Sassy asked, nudging his nose with hers.

“Please do,” he said thickly.

He cleared his throat as she pulled away, sneaking a peek at the back of her while she did what she’d said, speeding the light in her bedroom from late afternoon to evening. It got dark and Ted got warm under the collar. By the way she was grinning at him when she turned around, he was pretty sure Sassy caught him staring at the scallopy edges of the panties that cut high across her ass.

She strode to him, tugging him in by his tie for a kiss, and then tugging his tie loose and away. Ted’s hands slid from the small of her back to her ass, tracing that fabric as he stiffened against her boldly rubbing hips. He wouldn’t be some passive mannequin man, but he also didn’t mind Sass takin’ the lead, like she had the last time they’d done this. They’d both been a little sauced then—he’d been maybe a sheet and three-quarters to the wind when he’d opened his mouth to the sparkling-sour taste of her tongue—so the near-perfect sobriety was a change. There was nothing like an open casket and a plateful of catered appetizers to counteract a slightly sloppy start to the day.

Sassy’s fingers went to his shirt, rapidly undoing the buttons he’d closed this morning, and suddenly he knew how Céline Dion felt, ’cause it was all comin’ back to him now. How fast he’d gone from rocking along with “Easy Lover” to being crushed inside his panic. What he experienced now wasn’t the same as what he’d felt earlier, but he was aware of his attack, and he would’ve preferred not to be. The other time, in Liverpool, the alcohol had blunted the tail end of his anxiety and the shock of Sassy pushing wordlessly past him into his hotel room had done the rest. Bad habits, bad habits. Was it her, gravitating towards whatever rough-edged energy he emitted on his toughest days, or him, welcoming the distraction of transitory pleasure?

He hefted her into his arms, gripping her ass in one hand and her thigh in the other as he urged her legs around him. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it, panting his readiness and his eagerness to outrun introspection. Take me out of my head, Ted thought, kneeling between her thighs. He hooked his fingers under the band of her panties and yanked them down her legs. Sassy grabbed for his shoulders, bringing him down to bite his lip and grind against his dress pants. There it went—the creeping compulsion to reflect dissipating as he lifted one hand from the bed to unbuckle his belt. Unfasten his pants. Pass a hand over himself with an unspoken instruction to be patient.

It eased the strain, and he wanted her more and more as her fingers snuck past his lowered zipper to give him a pump. Somebody else might find them a little silly, Sassy in her mouth-watering, semi-sheer bra and him in his regular ol’ striped underwear, but that was surface stuff. Ted wasn’t here for surface stuff.

He ran a hand down Sassy’s belly, mumbling about what he’d missed. He was surprised when she stopped him before he could really get into it—get into her. Tightening her legs around his hips, she nudged him into a roll.

“Oh,” Ted said, smiling knowingly. “You wanna…?”

With a single finger, he outlined higher than his broadening smile, stroking the width of his mustache. That got a sexy laugh out of Sass, straddling him.

“You liked that last time,” he went on. “I remember.”

“Yes, I did.”

But Sassy bit her lip and scooted backwards on her knees, drawing his pants and underwear down, stripping his lower half of everything but his socks. He didn’t blame her; after a day of wearing snug leather shoes in an overwarm church, he wasn’t particularly looking forward to peeling those off either. Woo-ee.

When she planted her hands on either side of his naked hips and dipped her head, he didn’t fight it. He wound her long, soft hair around his fist—not to pull, just to keep it out of her path. Sassy was finally taking it a little easy on him, thank goodness, and not sucking too hard or bobbing too fast. He felt flushed with an enveloping heat like stepping into a hot shower on a winter morning, but also tingly like stepping back outta that shower onto a cold tile floor. It was better than good, and so, how could this be anything but good for him after today’d been playing his emotions like a trombone? Gosh-darn medicinal was what it was.

“Didn’t realize how badly I needed this,” Ted joked weakly. He spotted Sassy’s tiny smirk before she descended again.

A couple minutes of that and his back was getting too toasty for comfort, his undershirt and button-down still on, though definitely rumpled up against Sassy’s silvery-grey duvet.

“That’s good,” he groaned, fingering the strap of her bra. Between the praise and the touch, something made Sassy decide to completely stupefy him, taking him deep while her fingers grazed his tautening balls. His body tensed, hips poised to snap up and plunge into that cavernous heat over and over. Jeeze Louise, he had to get control of himself. “That’s real good. Sass, come on up here. Sass…”

His plea dissolved into a groan and that apparently satisfied her; she sat up with a cocky grin and reached around to unhook her bra, releasing it over the side of the bed.

Choked with unresolved desire, Ted couldn’t speak, he just shuffled his way out of his shirts and hauled a very willing Sassy down on top of him. His breath shuddered as she stretched to achieve maximum contact between her skin and his. His dick twitched against her.

“Mmm,” she said, “hello.”

They kissed lazily. Ted slipped a hand between them, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple.

“How’s that?” he murmured.

She nodded encouragingly and he flipped them over, ducking to replace his hand with his mouth while Sassy squirmed under him. His hand traveled unhurriedly down her body. This time, she didn’t stop him, so as he kissed across to her other breast, he brushed his fingers over her clit and down to her entrance. Sassy began to pant, fingers twisting into and mussing his hair. His fingers parted her and he worked two inside. His thumb felt around for her clit, causing Sassy’s hips to bear down on his hand.

Ted lifted his head as she continued to scrape her nails through his hair.

“And how’s that?” he asked, showing a little bit of teeth when he smiled.

“I think that’s probably enough foreplay.” She was rocking with him now, her body imploring his fingers to curl into her as hard as she was pressing back. And so wet. So wet it made Ted dizzy.

“You sure?” He put more pressure on her clit.

Sassy moaned, lashes fluttering as her eyes closed for a few seconds. Ted kissed her parted lips lightly before trailing his mouth over to her ear.

“We can just do this,” he muttered, feeling her shiver as he negotiated a third finger in. “I can just touch you like this, if you want. As fast or slow as you like. Whatever feels best to you. Take a page outta the Backstreet Boys’ book and say, ‘I want it that way,’ and that’s what I’ll give ya.”

“That’s the first time in decades I’ve found the Backstreet Boys sexy,” Sassy panted. “But what I really want…” She drew in a shaky breath, chest swelling to press against his where his body hovered so close over hers. “…is your thick cock inside me. Is that alright, Ted?”

Momentarily tongue-tied, Ted nodded. He backed off on the fondling and Sassy twisted away. While she retrieved a condom, he folded her bedding down. The intimacy—when she followed him between the sheets—almost scared him. They’d only ever done this in a hotel bed. Now, the sheets smelled like Sassy, and he could see a scatter of black clothing before a mirror in the corner of the room, outfits she must’ve held up and decided against. It was cozy and personal, and down the hall was the room where her child slept. Ted liked Sassy an awful lot. She was loads of fun—an outgoing person and a great pal to Rebecca. But he didn’t want this to get too… Because coming over to Sassy’s house for sex didn’t necessarily mean… If he climbed on top of her and they were nose to nose, things might start to feel…

Sassy assuaged his every fear when he rolled the condom on and she said, “I want you to give it to me doggy-style.”

Ted’s eyebrows shot up.

“You’re the boss, Carrie-Anne Moss.”

He sat back on his heels to give her room to turn over and get on her hands and knees. Running a hand over his face, he contemplated the slope of her back, the hair sweeping over her neck—even when she glanced over her shoulder to throw him an expectant look.

“Are you really going to make me wait?”

“Absolutely not,” Ted promised, inching forward on his knees and gripping the base of his dick as he aligned himself. His other hand stole around Sassy’s thigh, palm flat to her abdomen. He glided his fingers lower until he was gently manipulating her clit as he pushed inside her.

“Oh yes, Ted,” Sassy said on an exhale.

Man, he sure agreed with that. A hundred and ten percent.

Taking firm hold of her hip with his free hand, Ted started up an easy rhythm. Nothin’ fancy, just a basic in-and-out for Sassy’s benefit while she gasped and sighed about him being even bigger than she remembered. That brought quite a blush to his cheeks.

“I thought you told me I was the talkative one,” he teased, kneading her hip.

“You blood well were. Not that there’s a damn thing wrong with that,” she said emphatically.

He believed her too, letting slip a few thoughts about how good she felt and feeling her clutch around him in response. It worked, they worked, and it was something he’d needed, like he’d told her. Briefly, Ted closed his eyes and thought about how he didn’t want anything more or less than this uncomplicated understanding between adults. A few flirty words at the reception had been enough to rekindle it and he was grateful. He was a little afraid to do this alone, walk into a bar or café and look for someone to have this kind of relationship with, present himself as someone ready to date (or DTF, as Beard had framed it when he’d casually offered to craft Ted’s Bantr profile). He’d never had to tell Sassy that he’d been married before, or that he had a kid, or that he’d been the reactive party in the transatlantic divorce. He figured Rebecca had filled her friend in sometime around when Sassy had first pursued him. Him and Sass, they were simple, and Ted just couldn’t worry about whether or not wanting her in this capacity for those reasons made him a coward.

It wasn’t like he’d never want something more.

A future in which Ted could make a woman laugh until she cried or smile through her tears still seemed very possible—probable, even. Somebody he’d feel at home with wherever he was, and hopefully it’d be the same place for both of them, because he didn’t want to do long-distance ever again. A woman who confidently sang her own song but let him chime in on the chorus so they’d be singin’ together.

Hang on there.

Oh shoot.

Well, that—the woman he’d reminded himself of—made this—sex with that woman’s close friend—feel a little morally wobbly. But no, Ted hadn’t done anything wrong, and neither had Sassy. It was just a thought, a mind’s-eye flash of blonde hair and blue eyes, conjured up for who knew what reason. His brain wasn’t exactly steering the ship at the moment. He had power over errant thoughts like that, same as Dr. Sharon helped him work through his panic attack. He had control of that.

He hunched over Sassy, thrusting harder as she spread her quivering thighs wider. She came in his arms, dropping down onto her elbows, and he moved both hands to her hips. Fantasies were fickle and didn’t have to mean anything unless he wanted them to.

Still, it was probably for the best that Ted clamped his mouth shut when he climaxed, forcing Rebecca’s name back down his throat.

#my writing #Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #Flo 'Sassy' Collins #Ted x Sassy #Ted Lasso fanfic

[im-the-yang-lets-fight]

Ok so let’s talk.

I was right, Yasha pulled a Scanlan and wrote a full ass letter to Beau. To me, coming from Ashley, that was not a surprise.

But it doesn’t take from the magic of the moment. Watching Marisha get teary eyed, shocked and awestruck live was amazing.

And Beau’s reaction of needing something physical to focus on cause the emotional whirlwind of having Yasha, a gal who doesn’t really speak like that, write her a honest heartfelt letter was just too much all at once.

God, they didn’t even kiss and I deafened my friend from screaming too loud.

This ship is everything. It HAS everything. I already know I will rewatched that moment on loop to see every little detail.

Bonus points for those who saw Laura’s face. Priceless. She’s the captain of this ship. In fact, ya know that video “what your favorite CR ship says about you”? We should write a petition to change the Fjordjester joke at the the end to be a Beauyasha one — because if you ship Beauyasha, you truly ARE Laura Bailey at some point or another.

#beauyasha #critical role #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin