#I'll expand properly i promise

[essiestarr]

Ok so now I've dragged myself through the last three episodes of season 8 kicking and screaming can we please talk about the parallels that happen the Christmas episodes from Season 7 and 8. The Christmas Cracker parallel .

You may be wondering what the hell am I talking about well this!

Clara and Eleven in 'The Time of the Doctor' and Clara and Twelve in 'Last Christmas'

It's just something about-

[stardewyobbi]

I love them both 😔

[downsteepy]

Soon

[edenspoem]

♯┆spacesoldier/spacescientist!ellie: who won't shut up about the hookup between you and her from the night before, and longs to do it again, fully. .ᐟ ★

literally don't question the randomness of this blurb. i run on revelations and sudden visions, and this one was just too hot to let rot. i had to pause a whole request for this thing. and it's a bit rushed, i'll like expand on it some other time i just wanted to return to this trope. anyways, I digress— space scientist ellie, nine month voyage through the cosmos, hookups.. tipsy hookups.

it'd be morningtime in the wake of certain events preceding that memories would slowly begin to prick through the surface— owing to ellie's imperfect subtlety. hills and hills of planetary research, prototype weaponry, instructions on how to properly utilize said prototypes, and coffee-stained reports, dawdled through like the process couldn't get any more boring than it presently is; stress, procrastination, a murk in the thick of your thoughts— literal brainrot. then, the main office zone gate slides open, that little airy whir pulls through your ears, and the person that walks through foments sudden recollection to the promotion party last night. ellie. a new recruit under your stations wing— and the immodest girl who was under your hood many hours ago.

ellie is a damnable pesterer of love; portending that if you've ever been intimate with her, she'll be stuck to you like an idiot's tongue adheres to icicles in wintertime. and tipsy her definitely was after you two had sex: pleading for you to stay a minute longer to cuddle, pressing every work-related praise hot into your nape, mentioning how good you taste out of the blue, so on and so forth. yet now that it is a bright and advantageous morning, and considering that she woke up to the scent of you woven through each fiber of her clothes— she remembers, and she reminds.

ellie's got her legs crossed, arms crossed, leaned against your desk's edge, small butt of hers rudely stamping one of your precious folders; the usual stance she does when you're plying your trade, and she prying for attention. "seriously. thursday, you and me, conference room number twenty-seven, i'll bring wine and fetch dinner from the canteen— please?" an earnest ask, you can sense it in her tone; evenly pitched and soft, softer when she pleads, as always, albeit that the spaceship you dwell in has no actual restaurant so dating environments are centered around some good old D.I.Y and empty meeting rooms. her foot winds out slightly to tap the spokes of your office chair, nudging the focus you so dearly casted to the papers below you, to her instead. which regrettably works; tossing an eye roll as you spin, "dates and recreational dinners don't fit into anyone's schedule here, you know that." it aches to claim that, and aches harder to see her take that hit of an that answer. watching her head drop and her mouth tug into a contemplative shape that wanted to battle it out with excuses, loopholes, promises— but it forms into a grin rather, and decides to be impish. "had time for last night though, didn't we? a great time, actually, n' i wanna see where that.." her voice sinks into the pit of her throat— deep and reserved — and her thumbs start to do that cute fiddly thing at her waist, rolling over each other while the rest of her fingers intwine and overlap, "—takes us?" modifying her words into a delicate, unsure question. a toothy, one-sided smile and sad puppy brows, ugh you could just pinch her cheeks. but of course, she spices up the deal, "hopefully.. back into my room, if my flirting skills aren't total shit." annoyingly rambling as a way to showcase how gravely you've impacted her mind the last twelve or so hours. so grave, you're the only thing her motivation could cling upon to urge her limbs and weasel her sluggish weight out of bed earlier. "please?"

that please chisels a smile into your lips, unfortunately-fortunate, "god, you're so bad, williams." poking fun at her and coasting the wheeled chair away with the back of your knees straightening, rising from your seat with documents in-hand, and agreeance in-mind; written ripe on your lifted cheeks.

"was i?" said indirectly, a cocky implication twisting her cheeks to the same level as yours. it took you— let's say, two, three, awkward seconds of squinting before you understood her crafty-ass joke that took your words a completely different, and lewd direction. stupidly faced too: cocking her brow with the scar slicing through, and cocking one side of her head upwards too, overall just cocky. now you could just squeeze her annoying face until it exploded. figuratively.

"shut up." "okay."

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[forgottenwriter]

ForgottenWriter's Guide to Writing: Getting Started, Part Three

Final part, I promise. Now, you've got your first work, and you have an idea whether you enjoyed the process or not. You're probably wondering where to go from here and how to improve. Well, my advice would be just to do it again. Do it again and again and again, and you'll get a little better each time. Change up your core concept, try not to write the same story each time. You want to give yourself subtly different challenges, and expand your skills by tackling different characters and situations. Below, I've included a few tasks you might want to set yourself to help hone your new skills: Write A One-Shot Focused on an interaction between two characters.

Other things can happen, but the core and heart of the story should be the interaction. This is to help you learn how characters bounce off each other. What feels natural and what doesn't, it starts you on the road to recognising how to draw on a character's specific voice, and how to depict two characters in a potentially heated situation.

The skills you develop from this will be universal, and can be applied to almost any fiction that you will write in the future. Challenge Level: Moderate

Write a One-Shot focused on a scene of tension between two characters.

A scene of tension is one of the most difficult things to build up as a writer. In essence, it just means a moment which puts your audience on the edge of their seats. Where things feel fast and electric and frantic. Later, I'll do an article on how to do one of these properly, but for now, I can give you two examples you could draw on.

A scene of tension of where two characters clash; each wants different things, and they can't both win so they also know one of them has to lose. The scene itself is about resolving which one wins and which loses ion a satisfying way. This could be via a fight, a fun, fantasy combat scene, it could be an argument, or a bitter contest of some sort or even just a game or bet.

This task teaches you how to build and maintain tension. It shows you what works and what doesn't, and helps to prepare you for more advanced scenes and work in the future.

Challenge Level: High.

Write a scene consisting of an everyday interaction between two or more people, and make it interesting somehow.

This one is pretty simple. You're going to want to be able to write character interaction in a way that feels smooth, flowing and natural. One of the hardest parts of being a writer is capturing a sense of everyday interaction without making it boring. Let's face it, if we were characters in a book, half the shit we do and say every day would be edited out because it's boring, boring, boring.

This exercise is designed to teach you how to see what is boring and what isn't, as well as to start to help you to dip your toes into writing more than two characters in a given scene.

Challenge Level: Moderate.

[ktchie]

" Something Good "

Ted Lasso X Reader

Smut and Angst

☆ 5.6k words

◇ In which a surprisingly intimate one night stands makes Ted all googoo gaga.

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"I'll make you feel good, sweetheart" you dipped down to lay a peck on his cheeks as you settle on top of him. "I'll take care of you, do you want that?"

Ted groaned lowly before nodding his head, eyes closed and his hands tight on your hips. "Y-yes, yes please"

"So polite" you smiled softly as you look down on him, all messed up and panting beneath you.

"Can you open your eyes for me, honey?"

Ted, ever the obedient one, had opened his eyes. Brown and big and innocent that it made your heart clenched, you cradle his face in your palm before leaning down to kiss him as sweetly as you could. You tasted him like a lover would, soft and gentle and filled with unsaid desperation and longing.

Ted whimpered as you did so, the hands on your hips tightening. He chased your lips when you pulled away before he looked up to you with furrow brows and foggy eyes. "Why'd you pull away, darlin'?" He asked almost hurtfully.

"Just wanna look at you, s'all" you found Ted attractive, more than that to be honest - to the point your hands itch to draw him at every scattered canvas that lay on your office floor. You know Ted before you even saw him at the pub, the mustachioed american with a reputation as filthy as the ground. You could careless about that, not when he looks beautiful underneath you like a fallen angel, reduce to nothing but a desperate man whimpering to be release.

Blush spread on his cheeks as his pupil expanded greatly, he looked away from you briefly - shy. You chuckled before turning him to you with a grip on his chin.

"Do you want this?" You asked him as you leaned on his face, your eyes glancing briefly on his plump red lips and almost groaning with desperation to kiss him.

Ted doesn't look like a man who partake on one night stand, you heard before that he was married but the lack of ring on his fingers tells you that either his marriage isn't going well or you're slowly destroying a good family by kissing a married man.

"I want it" he replied with a nod of his head "please, I want it" he said breathlessly, chest panting beneath your palm.

You took a hold of his right hand before placing a kiss on the back it, you swore you heard his breath hitched for a second.

"Be honest, sweetheart. You're not using me, are you?"

Ted foggy eyes suddenly cleared up and you almost chuckled on how his eyes widen in pure concerned. "W-what? Of course not, I would never"

"I heard you're married" You stated before you fix a lock of fallen hair back on where it belong. "But I can't help but notice you're not wearing your ring, why is that?"

Ted blinked away before clearing his throat, squirming underneath you. "Well, this is certainly an odd bedroom talk"

You chuckled "it is isn't? But be honest with me yeah?" He looked up to you before nodding, even like this he looks so sweet.

"I-ive been divorced, for..a couple of years now" he answered with a furrowed brows, the same puppy eyes plastered on his face.

"I promise ya that. i-i ain't the type of man that would cheat on his wife. I would never do that, or-or use ya' I just wanna..y'know"

You bit your lip, the heaviness on your stomach gone like a wind. "What? You want to what? Speak properly" he swallowed a whine on your words as a another blush rose on his cheeks.

"God, you know what I mean" he grumbled pitifully, thumb tracing an expose skin on your hips. "Please just let me kiss you now, honey. please"

"Not until you tell me what you want" you kiss his cheeks before grabbing a handful of his messy hair and yanking his head back to taste his neck. "Be good and tell me"

"C-christ" he groaned with eyes tight "I-i wanna, wanna make..make love to ya" the tips of his ears burn with shame but some sick part of him basked on its humiliation and how you handle him with a gentleness that he didn't even get from his ex-wife.

You pulled away with a grin, suprpised by his use of words. "Make love to me? And here I thought you wanted to fuck me"

He honest to god whimpered on your words, his blush worsening."T-that too, I ain't too picky y'know? I just want ya"

You decided to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, your brain reminding you that this is a one night stand, a burning heat in a cold night that needs to be put down once the morning rise but the way your fingers dance on his skin and how your kiss drop so gently and softly like your soul had become one tells you otherwise.

"Well, you got me honey" you kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose deep before sucking a bruise on the side. " 'm right here" Ted groaned loudly on both your actions and words, his back arching and his toes curling.

There's a fire burning inside of his lungs that made every breath he took more harder and harder to the point he was panting and groaning even just your slight touch.

"So responsive, do I affect you that much?" You whispered to him before you fingers went to the edge of his sweater. "Mind if I take this off?"

You asked as you lightly pulled away, Ted stared at you for a second, hesitation clear on his gaze.

Ted, tho he might not show it, is a little insecure about his body. More so when Michelle had traded him for someone who is more fit and much more younger than him. He never had issues about his appearance before, he never cared for it, but surrounded by footballers whose muscle could be compare to the ones depicted on a  rennesance painting and when he had saw Michelle new lover, with his strong arms and fit  body, everything seems to crash down on him.

"Sweetheart" you smoothen the creased on his forehead. "We dont have to take it off if you don't want too" you said oh so softy that it made Ted's stomach flutter, made him want to bite his tongue in effort to control himself. You pulled your hand away from his clothes but he had grab it quickly, you met his eyes, still unsure, still sad.

"I-i want to, believe me, it's just..I ain't the most sexiest man" he chuckled bitterly "hell, far from it really. You might not like what you see, and i-" he gulped, looking at you so fucking earnestly and so softly that you drew a shaky breath. "I honestly don't want you to go"

You closed eyes, intertwining your fingers with his own before you bury your face on his shoulder, drowning yourself with his scent. You sat atop of him, embracing him far intimately for a mere one night stand, you look more like a lover under the glare of the moonlight, one that is destined to be by echothers embrace even before the beginning of time.

"Darling, you look beautiful to me even when you think you're not. You look perfect, I could kiss you for hours, hug you for hours, god I could stay with you..for..well, probably longer that I should and deemed appropriate considering we just met" you chuckled before you place a soft quick kiss on his shoulder. "I could worship your body forever if you would let me, it may not be the kind of body you want or hope to have but I do hope you now its more than enough for me"

Ted hug you tightly, the familiar burn of tears hot on his eyes. He held you like you would be gone in the morning and maybe you will, maybe once he wake up the only thing he would see is sunlight and the cold abandoned spot you left behind.

But some part of Ted, that familiar sick part of him that craves love like a beaten dog, hoped with desperate thought and yearning that he would see you at the very wake of sunrise. That you would be there to stay, to whisper sweet nothings to his ear and console him with gentle touch and promises to keep.

"Please" he had stated through blury eyes "take it off, please"

You kiss him before you gently, as if he was nothing but a fragile glass, pull it off of him. Throwing the navy blue sweater somewhere you could not be bothered to think of.

Ted looked away from your gaze as you stared him down, the redness of his cheeks goes further to his chest. He's beautiful, you had thought. Perfect, like a fine warrior of long ago, who's body as hard as a stone and yet soft as a grass. You leaned down to kiss his collarbone, then to a spot near his heart, you kiss him at every flesh you could reach, as if every kiss were meant to be feel deep on his soul. You worship him like a corrupted preacher would - with utmost gentlest and a longing of possessing, to have him for yourself until the whole world burn.

"Goodness,sweetheart" Ted groaned, putty in your kiss. "You're killin' me" he lifted up his hips in a pathetic attempt to relieve pleasure. "Please, honey? Please Wanna-fuck-want you now"

You chuckled at him, finding his pleading far too adorable to be ignored. You wanted to play with him more, but you can't find it in your heart to not give him what he wants.

So, you reach for his lips and kissed him - less gentle and more aggressive until he had sit up and held you close on his lap. You kissed him like it would be your last, as if you were a soldier off to a war - desperate to memorize his taste so you relieve it in a cold lonely night. Your teeth clashed, your lips wet and yet Ted welcomed it all with an eager groaned and harsh clenched of hands.

"You're makin' me loose my mind, sugar" Ted had stated as he pulled away, his face hidden from your neck. "Makin' me think of filthy things I wanna do to ya'"

You grin as your hands slithered its way on his soft hair before you yank it backwards to stare at his eyes.

"That right? And here I thought you're my good boy"

He groaned from the pleasuring pain on his scalp before he nod his head, mouth open as he pant. "I am i am, fuck- honey, please" he had begged for something he wasn't sure himself, all he wants is your touch and your mouth and everything you can give him and more.

"You sure do love to beg, who would know you're this desperate" you chuckled as your hand undo the belt on his khakis.

Ted had the audacity to blush as you tossed his trouser somewhere on the room. Your hot palm met his thighs, hairy they were and soft underneath your hand. He shivered as you caressed it, almost whining.

"You'll be good for me, won't you?"

"Yes" he nodded, panting. "Gonna be good for ya' sweetheart, so good"

You leaned down to kiss his clothed cock and Ted sighed with shaky breath. You kiss it more purposely this time and it had him jerking underneath your hands.

"S-sorry honey, just feels good" you reassured him with a kiss below his belly button before you took his boxers off slowly.

"Youre dripping, darling" his cock lay heavy on his stomach, thick he was with red tip that wheep with precum. You lay a gentle peck on his tummy before you started to lick downwards, breathing on his clean scent and nipping at his skin.

"Oh-!" Ted had jumped lightly as you took him on your mouth, he was heavy and thick that it made your jaw ache a little. You sucked him tight, your tounge swirling on every skin you could reach.

Ted groaned loudly, eyes clenched tight as his chest heave up and down. He then turned to look at you with dark half lided eyes before a slow grin slithered its way on his mouth. "You take me so well, sweetie. Look at ya'"

You hummed around his cock before closing your eyes, letting yourself get used on the weight and the taste of him.

"Fuck, love it don't ya?" He had asked before a hand came down on the back of your head, fingers slithering its way on your hair.

"Cant get enough of my cock- shit, honey- don't worry, it's yours yeah? All fuckin' yours"

You moaned, eyes rolling on the back of your hand as you can feel yourself drip from your panties. Grinding your soaked pussy on his bare thigh to relieve pressure, nails digging on his skin as he whimpered from the feel of your warm cunt.

"Mhmm, sweetheart- shit!" His hips accidentally slammed forcely into the back of your throat as you touched his balls causing you to gag lightly and for tears to burn in your eyes.

He opened his eyes with a soft apology before yanking your mouth away from his cock with a loud 'pop', your saliva dripping down as you did so before Ted whipped it with his thumb with a gentle stare.

"Ya look beautiful, honey. So messy and ruin, all for me ain't that right, sweet pea?" He cooed before he slowly pulled you upwards before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, wet lips molding with one another. He swallowed every breath you have, tasting everything you can offer like he has been hungry for you the minute he had been brought to life.

You pulled away to kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose on the bottom of his jaw before sucking bruised on his throat causing him to shudder and moan. "This okay, darling? Getting marked up?"

Ted nodded his head with a whimpered that made your hands clenched on his forearm.

He was so vocal, so responsive it made you crazy. Made you want to spend the rest of eternity buried on his arms and the pleasure of his tounge.

He groaned lowly as you rolled your hips on his hard cock, gripping your sides tightly. "Stop teasin'" he mumbled before capturing your lips once again, his fingertips reaching for your own shirt.

He pulled away with a string of saliva. "Can ya take this off f'me, sugar?" He planted a soft peck on your cheeks "please?"

His begging made you moan and soon enough you were tossing your discarded shirt on the floor, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. "Look at this, so fuckin' pretty. All for me, right honey?" With a heated glance of his brown eyes he took them on his mouth, his thumb digging on the flesh on your ribs as he pulled your torso closer to his mouth, sucking your nipples with a vigor of a starving man.

You groaned loudly, fingers intertwining on his soft locks as you tugged it with a cursed.

Ted only moaned, eyes closed and drool dripping down his mouth.

"Shit. Could have you like this all day" his rough hands roam all over your body, plump red lips glistening with spit as he pinch your wet nipples, tugging it before licking. "Pretty titts, sweet just like ya, Swear 'could bury my face between 'em and die a happy fella"

His words made you chuckled before you let out a gasped as his thumb went to your soaked panties peeking from your skirt.  "Look at ya'.." he mumbled rasply, thumb circling so slowly on your harden clit.

"Pretty girl makin' such a filthy mess, looks like I gotta clean it up yeah? How about it, sugar? Want my mouth on your pretty litte cunt?"

You nodded your head pathetically"Y-yes, please fuck"

Ted, with a strength you didnt know he possessed, yank you from his lap and towards his face. You gasp, startled on his harsh movement before you find yourself hovering over his awaiting mouth.

"Get comfy, sweet thing. Wanna taste ya'" your panties was quickly removed by his eager hands. "Come on, sugar. Its cruel to keep a man waitin' like this"

"I've never done it" you had said hesitantly before Ted looked at you with a soft gentle smile, hands caressing your bare thigh

"That so? Then do ya want too?" He asked softly, almost like a whisper. "Its alright if you don't wanna"

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Ted laying beneath you with red lips and messy hair, whose eyes glimmer with unsaid adoration and lust, he looks at you like a lover would and the thought both concerned and excite you.  His hands continued to caressed your thigh, rough calluses tickling as his lips drew a subtle smile.

You nod then, wanting to try, Ted would be the perfect man to be with anyway. Soft gentle Ted who speaks so filthy and yet smile so sweetly. He would be the death of you, you think.

"Yeah? But I need words, sweetheart" he then stated with a cheeky grin. "Cant eat this pretty pussy if you don't say so, honey"

"You're being cruel" you said with a smile as your hand softly caressed his hair. "Acting like you're not dying for it, making me wait"

Ted licked his lips "oh I'm dying for it alright, just needed to hear ya' 's'all" he squished your thighs lightly, big hands, rough and hard almost enveloping your thigh. It made your pussy throb. "Can ya do that for me? Ask nicely?"

You stared at him for a second, your thumb caressing his bottom lip. Your eyes darken as he opened his mouth to let your thumb sit on the pad of his tongue before he gave it a harsh suck, one that made you shudder.

"Please.." you mumbled through heavy breath. "Please, darling. Want to sit on your face"

He grinned with his finger on your mouth, sharp and almost smugly. "Since my sweetheart ask so nicely"

Then as fast you can blink his mouth was on you. Hot and wet, completely devouring you like he had been deprived of any good thing. You're a moaning mess above him, back arching and thighs shaking from his hold.

His tounge slurped at your cunt, loud and filthy. Its sounds echoing on the apartment, Ted groaned as you gripped his hair as his lips envelop your harden clit before he sucked it harshly.

"Fuck!" You cried out, pulling his hair and bucking your hips on his face. His nose rubbing your clit as his tounge prode on your hole, drinking anything you can offer and more. "Shit, Ted. G-god, so good"

You moaned pathetically before squealing as his teeth lightly bit your clit, your thighs closing on his face and your hand gripping his locks.

Ted groaned before opening his eyes and meeting yours. Half lided and dark, completely drunk on your taste. There's a liquid fire building on your guts, one that made your toes curl and nape sweat.

A harsh suck made you jolted, Ted hold you up to keep you upright. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he push you hard on his face, his tounge up on your dripping pussy, your wetness and his spit soaking his chin.

You were moaning uncomfortably at this point, sweat rolling on your back as you struggle to give in whether you should pull away or give up. Let him control you at every moment, braised on his arms as he get lost on your soaking cunt.

"Ya taste so sweet, darlin'" he said underneath you "like melted sugar, could eat ya up all day and never get tired" he then proceed to lick a stripe of your pussy, hard and slow before he sucks any wetness that drips out of your cunt with a loud groaned.

"Fuck, sugar.." he groaned out, nails digging on the flesh of your ass. "Need'a to make ya cum, can ya cum f'me sweetheart? Huh? Can ya?" He had moaned pathetically as your pussy gush, weeping from his words.

"Come on, honey.." he groaned before diving in again, this time eating you much more passionately, relentless on your weeping cunt.

Next thing you know you were moaning loudly, mouth open and panting as your cum heavily on his mouth. You could feel your wetness drip and every nerve in your body felt alight, almost burning, and Ted hold you through it all. He was groaning all the same, eyes stuck on you, watching as you fall apart on his hold, melt like liquid on his tounge - sweet as an ambrosia and addictive like any drug.

He didn't let go of you even when you were squirming from above, determine to get every last drop of your cum until he could taste you even in the morning. He only let go when he was finally satisfied, lips glistening with spit and cum and eyes as dark as the night that hangs on the window.

"Shit, Ted.." you breathed heavily as you settle down on his chest, his hands moving up and down on your side.

"All good? Didnt hurt ya, did i?"

"Fuck no" you laugh lightly, still panting, still sensitive. "You did great, fucking perfect even"

"Yeah?" He lick his lips "must be, could still feel your pretty pussy throbbing"

You blushed madly, almost not wanting to meet his heated gaze.

"Gonna let me fill you up now, sweetheart?" Ted ask so casually, so simply as if he was only asking for a weather.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hand came up on the back of your head, slowly pushing you towards his wet lips before he gave you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tounge and it somehow made your guts twist and toes curl.

"I'll take care of you, sweet thing" he whispered on your lips."Gonna make you feel full and happy, do you want that?"

You grip his forearm before nodding "Yes" you replied, hurriedly hovering over his hard cock, thick and weeping from arousal.

Ted gripped your waist tightly "Gonna have to slow down, sugar. Don't want to hurt ya" he said so gently as he speared you from the inside, cock so big youre afraid he was tearing you apart.

"S-shit!" You cried out, nails digging his arm.

"Shhhh, I know sweet thing, I know" he cooed, thumb caressing your waist. "You're doin' so good, honey. So good, takin' me so well yeah? Half way there...fu-fuck"

You panted as you slowly sat on his cock, feeling so full it made you almost delirious. Eyes rolled back as he tears you apart, filling you up so perfectly.

"Mhm,There we go" his voice was rough, heavy and deep. A single hair dangled on his forehead "Grippin' me so tight, baby. Ya love it don't you? Love my cock up inside your tiny cunt"

You whimpered on his words before you started to move, riding him slowly until the burn started to fade.

"Ju-just like that, honey. Fuckkk doing so well f'me" he mumbled as he watch you moved, mouth open and sweat dripping. "Pretty cunt milkin' me tightly, must have want my cum hm? Wanna get stuff full of me, honey?"

you moaned out as you stared to go faster "so fu-full.." his cock stretch you out so deep you can feel it in your stomach, you look down on where you two disappeared before groaning loudly. His pelvis was wet from your slick, glistening on the light of the moon and there's a bump on your tummy at every thrust of his cock.

"Like it sweetheart?" He asked before his hands plant itself on your stomach, you shudder as he pressed hardly. "Filling ya up so good ya can feel me in your tummy" he had then start thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside your pulsating cunt. "Cock so big im all up in your guts, look at ya'"

He grabbed your arm and hold it before he drives his cock into you with a force that makes your eyes rolled back and your spine to arch. Your pussy drips and gush at every thrust, the wet sounds on the room almost defeaning as he bully you with his dick.

"T-ted mhmm" you panted, drool dripping from your mouth as your tounge almost rolled out. "S-so good, fuc-fuck" his thick cock makes your head fuzzy, makes your body all tingly.

Ted groaned "im tearing you apart, sweetheart. look at it" his thumb circle your clit and you had to forced yourself to not scream out.

"Pussy made just for me, yeah?" He groaned "my pretty girl, being so good for me..so fuckin' perfect"

You cried out as you can feel the coil on your stomach snapped and next thing you know you were cumming on his cock, your thighs shaking as he pulled you towards his body and holds you close as he hamered into you, not stopping.

"S-shit, sweetheart just like that, yeah..cum on my cock, come on honey. Make a mess all over me" he had said almost dazely, eyes dark and drunk.

"Be a good girl and cum f'me alright? Wanna feel your pretty pussy gush on my cock, come on honey you can do it.."

You nodded your head with clenched jaw, your toes curling, your pussy soaking wet - dripping on him as you came. You moaned so loudly Ted had to quickly reached out to cover your mouth and even then you couldn't stop, your hips moving erratically as his cock slip inside you in a pace that had your eyes rolling.

"Good girl" he mumbled as he held you close on his sweaty chest, warm lips on your ear. "Bein' such a good girl, f'me"

He was using you like a Toy, like you were nothing but a hole for him to use and fill, and yet he caressed you and held you so tenderly. Kiss your tears away like he was so sorry, hug you so tightly he could almost be your lover.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart-" he groaned "gonna cum just f'you, all for you"

You buried your face on his neck as he breathed heavily, his thurst turning sloppy and his grip much more tighter than before.

"Sweetheart, oh sweetheart.." he whimpered as he threw his head back.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-"He then stopped, pulling out of you quickly before shooting his load on the back of your ass. Hot it was and thick.

"Shiiiittt" he whined as he kept going, nails digging on the flesh of your waist as he stroke himself up and down.

Your pussy clenched into nothing as he pulled away, whimpering so pathetically as you lay atop of him.

Ted breathed heavily underneath you before you felt a kiss on the side of your head. Brief it was and yet so so intimate.

It made you wonder if it was the post-orgasm emotions or the alcohol in your stomach that made your heart strangely skips a beat when he did that.

"Will it be okay if I moved you off of me, sweetie? As much as I enjoy ya laying so close to me, I want to clean you up. Nothing better than goin' in bed nice and clean yeah?"

You groaned at him, pushing your face on the crook of his neck to hide your blush.

"Come on, honey" he chuckled as he watched you moved away from him as if it physically pain you, you lay flat on your stomach as you watch him stood up, going to his bathroom before he stole a glance at you with a smile so gentle it made you bite your lip.

You were right, Ted Lasso is not a man who partakes on one night stand. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he gets attached too easily.

Ted is as kind as he was lonely, begging for an ounce of affection with open palm and bleeding heart and awaiting for lips who could kiss him with a gentleness he crave and only seen on T.V

You're not sure if you were the right person for that, your baggage is far to heavy, head far too messy. You dont want to drown him with your thousands sorrows and repeated problems, Ted deserve someone who can make him feel as free as he would like and as loved as he would love. Not you, as unfortunately as it was, it couldn't be you.

You watch him come back to you with his boxers on, bright eyes and cheeks sunken with dimple. A wash cloth on his hands as he wiped off every filth he sees, down to your sweat and to his spent.

He cleaned you with gentle hands, sweet words muffled by your growing sadness.

You let him turn you around, wiping you as best as he can, caressing the little marks he left on your skin with a soft uttered apology and it took you everything you can to not say he shouldn't have to be, that you like it.

"Its best if I go back" you suddenly said, your hand stopping him from cleaning you off.

Ted looked up to you with doe eyes, brows furrowed in that sad sad look that made you guilty and decay your insides. "What? Why? Is something wrong?"

You stayed as emotionless as possible "its the normal thing to do after a one night stand, no?"

You swore you could hear his heart shattered like a fallen glass. His eyes,if it can, had turned even more sadder. "Oh..oh okay, yeah. Sure"

He nodded his head, in daze before he stood up. "I'll give you time to fix yourself, wear some clothes, ill be outside yeah? Just holler if ya need me" he gave a forced smile, one that didnt reach his eyes before he closes his bedroom door.

You dressed yourself quickly, ignoring the pain in your heart and the guilt you know you will have.

"All good?" Ted ask as he stood up from the couch on the sight of you.

"Yeah" you stood awkwardly infront of him, the ache on your skin reminds you of his kisses and touch, something you will never experience again. "I uh, had fun"

Ted nodded, eyes still looking at you with sadness. "Yeah me too..we should uh, do it again sometimes- if you want too that is, don't wanna force ya y'know? But I'm here if you want me and-" he took a deep breath, a blush rushing on his cheeks.

"..I really would like too see you again." He said softly "and not just for sex! I-well, I think I would like it just as much if we just sat down and have a dinner y'know? I could cook for ya, I happen to be a great cook as I've been told so.."

He lick his lips nervously, standing so stifly in the middle of his cold living room.

You stared at him, stomach twisting in your guts. You dont think you deserve him. Sweet he was, a man that you would have wanted and deserve back when you were still young and not burden with the problems of the past. You dont want to ruin him, don't want to taint him with your filth. You can't put Ted infront of your parents knowing damn well you would leave him someday, left crumbling and half of a man he was.

Your parents know how much of a failure you are, how everything you touch decay into ashes and dust. They keep telling you that, ever since you were a kid, so young and so bright with paints on your fingertips and bruises on your knees - "everything you do will never be enough" they had said "an uncurable deceased that ruins every good thing" they referred to you. And they were right, no matter what you do, no matter how much you try and strive and yell, everything just seems to fall apart, as if you were destined to be just that - a woman who is created just to crumble. And you rather die than bring Ted in to your life.

"Thank you for the offer, but I rather not" you gave a forced smile as you watch his face fall.

"I'll take my leave now, early morning tomorrow. Have a good night, Ted"

Ted nodded silently, not saying anything. His face sunken with unsaid sadness and dissapoinment and some part of you was glad that you decided to caught him off because you know cant handle seeing that face more than once.

He accompany you to the door, holding it for you open with a tight smile and a nod then he handed you a pink box, you wonder how you didnt notice it before.

"Here, view it as a parting gift" he pulled your hand open and place it on your palm, lingering a little too long before he patted it close. "Be careful out there"

You nod at him, mumbling a soft thank you before you took your leave.

You could feel Ted watching you from his doorway as you left, the pathway feels more lonely then, more sadder than before and not long after the bang of his closed doors echoes on the silence of the night, as if mocking you of what you have lost.

[quirkwizard]

I’m only asking this because I personally believe you don’t talk about it nearly as much as you want to. So you’ve mentioned a few ideas about the Herohaul AU and Eri a few times, but I’d like to expand the idea a little further. I imagine that he’d probably be a morally grey kind of hero and thus would still have formed the eight bullets as his sidekicks in a “suicide squad” villain reformation program. So how might the might the rest of the yakuza and the eight bullets work as heroes?

You are one hundred percent right. Not only do I really enjoy writing about villain as heroes, but I especially like the idea of Hero Haul specifically. I've already talked about how they'd be as heroes, but I'll go more into them as people here.

Joi and Hari would be the only proper heroes that are part of Overhaul's hero team. As for the Eight Bullets, they would be Kai's sidekicks, but not former villains. Instead, they would be the bottom of the barrel, either barely function heroes at the lowest of the rankings or people Overhaul took in as sidekicks under his supervision. Of the two, I prefer the latter. Kai is someone who sees the potential in people, whether they know it or not. He takes what is broken and makes it work, forming these lost, undisciplined men and turning them into proper heroes. Now, this kind of process naturally results in less then stellar heroes on paper, with a lot people seeing them as a bunch of thugs that only follow Kai's orders. However, they cannot argue with results, with each member giving it their all out of sense of loyalty to please Kai. I think that fits with Kai's general disposition towards the Eight Bullets in the original story, taking these lost nobodies and making them useful, and fit Overhaul's inspiration of the Buddha, hanging out with the dregs of society and enlightening them to higher levels of understanding. Now, as for how they met:

Hari-Time Out: Kai's oldest friend and ally since their time at hero school together. Often takes the role as second in command and tactical advisor on the field.

Joi- An admittedly career focused hero who joined Kai for the money, yet still a competent and loyal partner. Handles a lot of the agents and paperwork of the agency

Shin-Confessor: Genuinely inspired by Kai as a person, especially his very honest and direct way of conducting himself, and asked to join him. Easily Kai's most loyal and normal sidekick.

Deidoro-Barfly: A bum on his way to drinking himself to death that accidently beat everyone in a massive bar brawl with his power. Tries to clean himself up, but is still considered an "embarrassment" by the public.

Toya-Pickpocket: Toya was saved by Overhaul after the attempt on his own life. Kai convinced him to instead take this chance to rebuild himself, new and better. Became of one the fan favorites of the sidekicks.

Tabe- Kai was called to the scene of the fearsome looking Tabe begging and scrounging for food from a shop keeper. He pitied Tabe and helped him out. Still wears the bag mask out of fear how he looks would scare people.

Hojo-Diamondback: Hojo was saved and healed by Kai after others tried to exploit him for the crystals on his back. His wishes to shine makes him one of the most dedicated to the ideas of self improvement.

Rikiya-Leacher: A man lacking in motivation and direction, he mostly got by on draining others to live. Unknowingly tried to take some stamina from Kai, who gave him real direction. The laziest of all the sidekicks.

Tengai-Shelter: Found by Kai using his Quirk illegally to protect himself from villains. Kai claimed Tengai was his sidekick in training and Tengai followed along with it until it stuck. The closest of the sidekicks to a proper hero.

Rappa-Ripper: Rappa made an attempt on Kai's life. That did not end well for him. Rather then having him arrested, Kai decided to welcome him into the flock, promising him plenty of good fights. Hardest to properly control out of the sidekicks.

[motja-geu]

Mondstadt alchemist OC

Well, with 5.6 update, Albedo and Mondstadt are trending so I went to the depths of wattpad and dug up my Mondstadt alchemist OC. Pic? haha... I would share if I had any... for now, have a description (I'll draw and add it later)

Name: Leno (He/Him)

Appearance: straight, shoulder-length red hair which is usually tied into a single low ponytail he keeps on his right shoulder, front hair covers eyes, orange-brown eyes, wears a white coat Albedo gifted to him, plain white shirt underneath (with light green plant branch designs), dark brown trousers, belt with pouches /sheathes (small ones which are barely visible due to his coat), carries a grey messenger bag with him at all times which he wears like a crossbody bag

Vision: Dendro

Weapon: Catalyst

Age: early twenties

Homeland: Mondstadt

Birthdate: June 7th

--Short Backstory--

 Leno was an assistant of Albedo. However, he soon realized that, unlike his other colleagues, the people of Mondstadt didn't trust him to be a Knight of Favonius. The reason was because his father had been a criminal and they thought he would be the same. Afterwards, he sent a resignation letter to the Grand Master and headed out. Albedo was disappointed to see his assistant's talents go to waste but Leno promised to expand his knowledge on Alchemy by travelling Teyvat and also to visit Mondstadt from time to time. Now, he travels alone and makes a living giving out herbal remedies or herbs from other nations to whatever nation he stops at.

--Additional info--

1- He is an illegitimate child of a criminal. His mother is unknown because his mom dropped him off at his dad's place and ran

2- He was mainly raised by an unnamed member of the KoF who he calls gramps. Gramps retired one year after Leno joined the KoF himself

3- He's extremely introverted

4- He respects Albedo very much and has a nice relation with Sucrose as well

5- He's lazy but does his work properly

6- He doesn't like investing into conversations but he can readily start one and then just keeps listening

7- he mainly focuses on alchemy and experiments using plants

--Some random voice lines--

Greeting: "I am Leno, former apprentice of Albedo, now a wandering alchemist. Do you need anything? If not, please excuse me... I have to go."

When it rains: "Rain washes away traces of murder and masks the footsteps of thieves. I don't like it."

When it snows: "Do you feel cold? Why didn't you bring a coat then? Remember next time."

When lightning strikes: "Ugh... annoying."

When the wind is strong: "Lord Barbatos, respectfully... calm down. Please. For archons' sake..."

About Albedo: "No one can surpass him. He is and will always be the best alchemist in Teyvat."

About Sucrose: "She definitely needs more training and practice, but she has the dedication, I'll give you that."

About Jean: "Respect. She only deserves respect."

About Diluc: "He's cool... Did you know that he's the Dark Knight Hero? Oh, you do? Well... it was just a conversation starter."

About Kaeya: "Why he still introduces himself as the cavalry captain, I have no idea. The cavalry was removed from Mondstadt ages ago. So, there really is no one under him."

About Klee: "Being Alice's daughter made it hard enough to control her. But she's a girl with a large heart as well. She can be really sweet at times and murderous at others."

About Tighnari: "We have crossed paths. Thrice. Or was it twice? I don't recall... anyway, we spent that time, trading plants and knowledge. He seems pretty knowledgeable and intelligent. Understandably, he's quite busy so most of my knowledge about him comes from Cyno, who I am close with, or other Forest Rangers. Oh, and Amber's little friend... Collei, I think was her name?"

About Cyno: "Cyno's pretty funny, in my opinion. Have you heard his joke about the cryo slime? Oh... oh, you did? Well... alright."

About Zhongli: "He says a lot of stories from old times. I have to say, I quite enjoy them. He remembers and tells them so vividly... it's like he actually was there to witness it all... hundreds of years ago..."

About Baizhu: "If there was a person I'd trust at the side of my sickbed, it'd be Albedo and Baizhu. At least they won't accidentally make my disease or pain worse... that's my belief anyway."

[bulletforprettyboy]

it’s sweet that you have a preference at all. no promises, but i’ll try not to suffocate. i take it you like my questions? if so, lucky you. i have a lot today :)

what an interesting statement. “you can’t overstep because i decide what that looks like”. what if someone does? who’s assigned blame? that’s a high bar you’ve set for yourself, appealing to everyone. being a chameleon must tire you out. unless you stay within your spectrum, in which case it must be a great escape from your real life

ugh don’t remind me of that ask, good lord. you - along with a few others - happened to get caught in the crossfires of an embarrassingly public episode. my unmedicated rambling knows few bounds. “endearing”, huh? glad you feel that way

“divine”. isn’t that a big word. not that im complaining, the divine has always left a nice taste in the mouth. now, is this one a delusion, a cover up, or a kink? all three can coexist but i’m curious about your primary reasoning

sounds like you’re met with a lot of half-truths in your day to day, if not exclusively deceit. when you play this interactive role, do you expect that to be perpetuated or challenged? which do you want out of it? as far as windows go, i think you’ll always find a reflection somewhere. it just depends on where you choose to look. or maybe it is a mirror and we’ve just been talking to ourselves. unlikely, even with the chameleon

i was simply expanding on my previous idea with your word. you seem like the type who’d appreciate little things like that. “with” you is a bit of a stretch. being in the same exhibit doesnt necessarily mean being in the same enclosure. but i appreciate your willingness to participate anyway. talking with you has been a delight so far, it’d be a shame to end now

in terms of dynamic, is “predator and prey” what you want? does stepping away from it put you on edge? i might be overthinking. this account revolves around violent sexuality. still, i can’t help but feel there’s more to it than what’s presented

i wouldn’t say unsatisfactory, but it certainly lacks meat. “i like when there’s potential for mutual destruction, but its mutuality is dependent on an undefined variable.” fine enough on it’s own, but i’m nosy. what’s the variable? how does it prevent crossover?

polished mirrors... that analysis could go a couple different ways. with or without reflections? what would they reflect? would “consent” deter you or drive you forward in this case? i don’t doubt your strength in the face of dark corners, so it’s interesting that you brought it up to begin with. who are you trying to convince? and what are you trying to affirm?

thank you for this, by the way. i won’t waste time repeating past praise. i can only hope i’m half as enriching for you as you’ve been for me

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Yes, I do like your questions. That doesn't mean I'll answer them all, but go ahead, Cross. Ask. I'm in the mood to entertain you. For now.

Oh the probing and psychoanalysis started off strong. Cute. I don't appeal to everyone, Cross, just the ones that matter. And those that don't? I don't notice when they leave. I'm not a chameleon. A chameleon adapts to survive. I change shape simply because I can. Loud gasp. And I'm not tired, I'm entertained.

God, Cross. You make such a mess of yourself when you’re not pretending, don’t you? I remember every word. That little spiral you tried to pass off as static. It was raw. Loud. Delicious. You called it unmedicated rambling, I call it an unintentional confession. You bared your throat without realizing I’d already sunk my teeth in. And now you’re embarrassed? Please. That was the most honest you’ve ever been. Endearing? Oh, it was more than that. It was the moment I knew you’d come back. And keep coming back. Even after you tried to clean yourself up.

Tch. You really don’t listen, do you? I never called myself divine, that was me taking a dig at religion. I don’t care to be worshipped. I care to worship properly. Not with reverence. With ruin. With bruises on your hips and teeth in your skin. I’m not interested in being a god. I’m the one dragging the divine out of you, choking you on it, making you beg for it, making you earn it. My partner will be the closest thing to God and that's it!

I’m not playing a character. This isn’t a role. There’s nothing to "see through." What you’re getting is exactly what’s there. This is just how I move. When I speak like this, when I act like this, it’s not a pose. It’s habit. Pattern. Instinct. There's watered down versions of me, but this is the real me. I don’t want to be challenged or obeyed. Well, not always. I want to be studied, with hunger. And no, Cross, you’re not talking to a reflection. You’re talking to the thing that never needed to become you to understand you. The chameleon doesn’t shift because it’s fake. It shifts because it already knows exactly what color will ruin you next.

Mm. You're right. Still, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I’m not always this generous with attention. So stay as long as you like. Just remember; it’s my exhibit.

You're not overthinking, Cross. Does stepping away from it put me on edge? No. It just becomes a slower kind of hunt. Violence isn’t always sharp. Sometimes it’s in the way someone waits. Sometimes it’s in curiosity. The kind that doesn’t ask questions to only learn, just to get close. And yes, there’s more to it than what’s presented. But you’d have to ask better questions to find it.

You want the variable? It’s me. I am the line between mutual and one-sided destruction. Sometimes I drag someone down with me because it’s beautiful. Sometimes I let them drown alone because it’s cleaner. In simpler words, I can either fuck or make love. There's a big difference. The crossover only happens if I let it. And Cross, don’t mistake my patience for permission. You won’t see it coming if I decide to bite.

It’s not about whether the mirrors reflect. It’s about who’s willing to look and for how long. Consent doesn’t deter me or drive me forward. Some people like to be forced. Some like to obey. Either way, I know where I’m going. And no, I’m not convincing anyone of anything. Not you. Not myself. I mentioned the dark corners because I like to name what doesn’t scare me. That’s not a performance. It’s a promise. Jesus, kid.

You’re welcome. And you don’t have to hope. Don't be silly. You ask the right kind of questions, the kind that keep me circling back instead of walking away. Enrichment isn’t passive, Cross. You’ve been engaging. Curious. Obsessive, even. I like that. Just don’t mistake being fed for being full. There’s still more. And yes, you were worth it. You didn't have to ask that for me to know what you want to hear. Talk soon. Until then, here's some questions for you:

1) What part of yourself do you think I’d hurt first, if I wanted to? 2) Do you talk like this with everyone, or am I special in some uncomfortable way? 3) What would you do if I went silent for a month? Would you wait, or would you beg? 4) Would you rather be devoured by someone who means it, or someone who doesn’t care? 5) Which do you think would last longer: my fascination with you, or your obedience to me?

[eod-agent-13-12]

A Complicated Color Code Day

No one knows who started the new tradition in the agency. One of the field agents introduced it and it spread to the others, until it became a new "game".

Unfortunately for a certain handler, he didn't get the memo until his agent decided to ask him to wear a certain color.

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"You don't want to wear anything that looks too much like the agency uniform we wear during formal events, Handler Sir." Agent Phoenix mumbled as they turned to their handler with a less than impressed expression.

"Agent, may I ask what's going on right now?" Reginald Crane looked at his agent, before looking at the new tweed jacket they got him. "It seems you had this planned for a while."

"Oh hush. Just wear it." They grinned, wearing a red jacket in contrast to their usual black. "... I look nice, right?"

"You do look nice, Agent." He replied, taking a quick glance at them as they waited for him outside. "You didn't have to stop by my actual house to hand this over to me."

"Nope. You're wearing that. It'll be fun. We field agents conspired our best to get our respective handlers to participate."

"And that is?"

"A shirt color code thing." They tried to hold back a laugh as they stood outside his door to allow him to change. "It'll be fun, promise."

"I wasn't aware the agency even had this tradition." He mumbled, closing the door to properly change. "And jackets are not shirts, Agent. They're different items of clothing."

"I know who started it but I'm not snitching. It's only a recent developement anyway. A lot of people wear red on Valentine's Day already. We managed to keep it under the radar but we got bored. So, we conspired and expanded the whole thing. Also, I don't really care about the difference."

"... Maybe we should've kept you at the Babadag base, Agent. Your lack of sensitivity to my beloved tweed jackets wound me."

"You're the one who insisted I get back to headquarters." They held back a chuckle as he examined the material and checked if it would fit him.

"After you decided to put sticky notes all over your office 'out of boredom'. Clearly, I can't trust you to be alone for a few hours."

"... It was actually a dare."

"By who?"

"I'm not snitching." Their tone signalled their less than impressed expression despite being blocked by the door. "Which agent even knows I was alive back then?"

"And here I thought he was the more responsible of the two of you."

Muffled laughter phased through the door. "Nah. He'd been worse of a troublemaker than I ever was. Then again, we'd been each other's co-conspirators for a reason."

"And what did you two conspire to do this time?" He raised a brow, soon opening the door as he went for a more casual (but still office friendly) look.

"It's color codes. Basically, every color has a meaning and well, it's just a little thing. Just to add a little flavor. Not everyone wants or has a date today."

"And what does white mean?"

"Not interested. Why?"

Reginald just sighed as he led them out of his house. "I see." He tossed them his keys as they approached closer. "I suppose I can deal with that for a couple of hours. This jacket feels nice to wear."

"Glad to hear that. This counts as a favor, by the way."

"What kind of favor?"

"Anything within reason. No record of it."

"I can hold onto it until it's important, yes?"

"Of course. I'll put it in writing too."

"No record but you put it in writing. At least be a bit more consistent, Agent."

"I'm an embodiment of chaos, Reg. Deal with it."

Phoenix laughed before starting the engine and driving to headquarters. Reginald swears they picked the sad sounding love songs on purpose, even if he didn't understand the lyrics. On the plus side, they were humming.

"But... If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to pretend. Just tell me."

"I do not pretend that often, Agent. I do like this one. It feels nice."

"... Reggie. I know the look of someone trying to remain calm while the other shoe drops so please don't try to trick me if it gets too much." Phoenix mumbles, unbuckling themself as soon as they parked. "Seen that look way too often."

The pair arrived inside, the office looking a few colors more lively than yesterday. Although a sight made Phoenix cackle a bit.

"... I didn't want this." Agent Typhoon mumbled, wearing a white long sleeved button down shirt, black pants and shoes. His agency identification hanging from a lanyard. "But apparently, my handler can be convincing if she wants to be."

"Don't lie. You also wanted to. Hah. You're wearing something similar to your old high school uniform. I suppose you get a pass since you're basically the baby of the division."

"Just because I'm yet to graduate from college doesn't mean-"

Reginald chuckled, taking time to slip past to look for Agent Typhoon's Handler in the Handler Breakroom.

"They handily gave us a list to know which colors mean what. We're running several missions, we don't have time for this." One of the other handlers sighed, crossing arms as the words cut off Reginald's words before he can even greet them.

"Take it easy, you killjoy. At least we're not getting pranks this time. It helps provide enrichment. And for others to get used to bluffing." Ellie huffed, wearing a purple shirt. "It's fun to at least know some boundaries between coworkers too. Purple means you're willing to flirt but nothing more."

"I keep seeing a lot of white and black when I looked around the office. Good morning, everyone." Reginald approached, taking steps to brew himself a cup of tea as soon as he clocked in.

"They mean the same thing, Mason. I'm surprised. I thought your agent would wear white or black." Ellie took a sip of her coffee as she leaned on the counter. "And good morning to you as well."

"They often surprise me. And everyone else. It's not that different this time." He took in the smell of tea as he relaxed. "Although I feel like this is more of a cover for something else."

"Someone put in chocolate in every agent's desk. Not them but someone. I don't know who though."

"I know my agent is behind that. I can feel it."

"But they have an alibi."

"As much as I'd like to ponder that, I believe we have work to do. I shall see you all during our lunch break." Reginald waved, bringing with him the tea as he settled in his office. "Agent, are you there?" He opened his microphone before turning on the camera feed to see them pouring over a stack of documents.

"These chain cases are terrible. Not to mention, I have an archive to look through. The last person who was employed in there didn't categorize anything other than date." Phoenix mumbled. "I'm settling it fine but I can sense a sleepless night brewing already." They leaned back on their chair as they looked through another page.

The knock on the door interrupted their conversation, only for Phoenix to laugh with tears. "... He's definitely a different breed."

"Instant noodles, Agent. I will not comment other than it's an unorthodox gift."

"I gave him roasted garlic."

The brief pause gave Reginald time to process. "... Of course you did. Are you behind the chocolates?"

"Yeah. But let's focus more on work now."

"This isn't how I imagined Valentine's day to go at all."

"Before you ask, we are going out after work later. Smitten and I."

"I hope you have fun, Agent."

"I will. Invite Dr. P out today, okay?"

"Florian."

Agent Phoenix laughed as they continued their work.

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Angry women my beloved -Danny Words: 2,083 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Angry Woman' -by Ashe

XLI: Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here

"So good to see you again, ma chère. It's time we had a very cold reunion." 

Ara hasn't thought about these three idiots since last December, but it's clear they haven't forgotten about them. Younger Ara would consider it flattering, but now she's annoyed and on the verge of another crisis if they don't bring Leo back.

"Muffins," Cal points to Piper's cornucopia after it spits food abruptly, Ara only remembers his name because he couldn't say more than a few words at a time. "Muffins are good."

"Ah, merci," Zethes winks at the girls, making Ara want to be killed faster. "I knew the pretty girl would miss me." 

"This is great, exactly what I needed," Ara grumbles, trying to release her feet.

"You've grown, Jackson," Zethes continues in French. "I'm willing to ignore my orders if you promise me a good time."

"How about you come closer and I show you where my sword fits?" She replies in a bad mood.

Piper tries to use charmspeak. "Let my friends go."

Zethes stiffens in place. "We should let your friends go."

"Yes," Cal drops his muffin.

"No, you idiots! She is charmspeaking. Use your wits."

"Wits..." Cal picks up his food and eats it. "Muffins are better."

"Ah, my beautiful Piper..." Zethes sighs. "So long I have waited to see you again. Sadly, my sister is right. We cannot let your friends go. In fact we must take them to Quebec, where they shall be laughed at eternally. I am so sorry, but these are our orders."

"Orders...? Guys, listen, your sister disobeyed Boreas. She's working with the giants, trying to raise Gaea. She's planning to take over your father's throne."

"Dear Piper McLean," the goddess chuckles. "You would manipulate my weak-willed brothers with your charms, like a true daughter of the love goddess. Such a skillful liar."

"Liar? You tried to kill us! Zethes, she's working for Gaea!" 

Zethes squints. "Alas, beautiful girl. We all are working for Gaea now. I fear these orders are from our father, Boreas himself."

"What?" 

Ara closes her eyes and tunes them out, then summons Hephaestus's blessing and hopes it works like she wants it to. Her body heats up, and she tries to guide all the warmth to her feet, which is not easy.

"What about Leo?" Piper questions, and the name makes Ara lose a bit of focus. "Where did you send him?"

"Leo Valdez deserved a special punishment," Khione shrugs. "I have sent him to a place from which he can never return. But it is for the best. Leo could not be tolerated, even as an ice statue... not after he insulted me. The fool refused to rule at my side! And his power over fire... He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I'm afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do."

"You know, the first time I met you I thought you were annoying, but the more you talk, the more I think gods should have some kind of Asylum for headcases like you," Ara twirls one finger next to her head. "Blood's too frozen to circulate your noggin, huh?"

Khione's cold eyes sharpen. "What nonsense are you speaking?"

"You see, dear royal pain in the podex," Ara moves her foot inside its enclosure as the ice melts and hollows around it. "If you'd done your homework properly, you'd know that the daughter of Olympus is in love with Leo Valdez, and if what you're saying it's true, then I've got no choice but to kill you."

Ara turns Almighty into a spear, then slams the flat end on the ice over her feet and shatters it. Khione chucks shards of ice her way and Ara drops to the ground, pulling her flintlock out from the Octopi bag and shooting at Cal with it, but she doesn't get to kill him.

Khione screams in frustration and projects more ice, but Piper shoots warm hams out of her cornucopia to protect Ara.

"Piper, get Festus running!" The girl expands her shield. "I'll hold them!"

"Are you crazy? I'm not the tech-savvy!"

"Wake Festus up!" Ara uses her charmspeak. Piper tenses and quickly makes her way to the bronze dragon. Zethes tries to go after her and Ara shoots him in the wing. "You northern chicken go where I say you can go!"

"You are the mentally unwell if you think you can fight the three of us at once," Khione sneers. "You daughters of love are no threat."

"And yet you have no choice but to fight me."

Ara draws out from her Octopi one of the bombs Leo made weeks ago, Greek fire would be ideal, but it could also damage the ship and she can't afford that while Leo isn't here, so warm popcorn it is. The bomb goes off and it confuses the others enough to give Ara an advantage.

She turns Almighty into a sword and cuts off Cal's wings, the poor guy is an idiot and now he's a flyless one. In the meantime Piper's trying to wake Festus up, as in, shouting his name and demanding at him to open his eyes. Ara can't judge her, Piper undoubtedly has zero knowledge of machines and Ara ordered her to get Festus running. If Piper believes that will work, then so does she.

"C'mon pretty, don't do this!" Zethes tries to reach her. "I'd hate having to bruise that face!"

"Okay, so you're definitely dying first," Ara reloads her flintlock. "I can't stand another second of your god-awful courting, Chad."

"Ugh, enough! I'm freezing you," Khione raises her hand almost in a bored manner.

Ara's anger flares up and glows red, aiming her gun at Khione and shooting at the center of the goddess's palm, she screeches and holds onto her wounded fist. "You stupid girl! What have you done?!"

Ara has been considered inconsequential for too long, she's gonna show Khione how terrible she can be. She reloads the gun again. "Daughter of love or not, I'm the General of Olympus, and you will respect me."

The easiest thing would be to get rid of Zethes first, but Ara is done with fast and easy, so she attacks Cal, he's slow on his feet and has no wings to escape her, but he's Khione's strongest guard. Ara glows teal and summons a small tide to wash over in front of the goddess and Khione freezes it just like the girl wanted.

Ara pulls out a bomb of Greek Fire and chucks it down the back of Cal's hockey uniform, then runs to take cover behind Khione's devised ice wall and she hears the goddess screams in anger when her brother explodes in golden dust.

"Two to go," Ara mutters, drawing out a second bomb.

"Enough!" Khione cracks Ara's barrier and sends thousands of sharp pellets at the girl's face. 

Ara covers the softest parts of her body with the shield Leo made for her and doesn't think much of the cuts that she gets on her legs and face.

"Zethes! The bomb!" The goddess demands. The boread tosses something at Ara's feet and she stumbles back. It looks like a weird chunk of ice, yet Ara can sense its power. Khione laughs shortly. "You know what that is, don't you? One wrong move, and your dear ship will be tossed out to the ends of the world."

"Wait, sorry for interrupting your bad-guy speech," Ara replies, deciding to distract Khione until Festus comes back to life. "But why are you here again?"

The girl looks more insulted about her lack of interest than the fact that Ara just killed her brother. "Were you not listening to what I told your sister?"

"I have ADHD and you immortals love your Shakespearian back-and-forths a bit too much, it's impossible for me not to space out."

"It doesn't matter!" Khione snaps. "I will send you and your sister to the ends of the world, I'll take the rest of your friends back to our palace, and you will regret your insolence towards me!"

"Got it," Ara points at the bomb. "This thing has a timer, or does it go off if I move?"

"What?" Khione blinks, confused by her indifference. "I—No. It will go off once the ice melts."

Ara sighs and shakes her head. "Man, that's a lousy design! You depend on the weather a bit too much, don't you think? What if I had ice powers, huh? That is the problem with you gods, you show off and think we can't beat you because you have lots of one thing. Well, I have a bit of everything, so I'm gonna wipe the floor with your frosted ass."

Festus lets out a huge amount of hot steam and Piper recoils with a big smile on her face. "He's awake!"

"My turn to show off." Ara summons another small wave that hits Khione's face and makes her lose balance. 

Zethes attacks and Ara shoots him point-blank in the chest, killing him instantly and leaving nothing but golden dust and his sword behind. Ara can't move and risk kicking the bomb on accident, so she searches inside her Octopi and pulls out another popcorn bomb, tosses it a Khione, and the goddess gets covered in the warm, buttery snack.

"She's all yours, Pipes!" Ara shouts, pointing at the sword Zethes left behind so the Aphrodite can pick it up.

Festus roars with energy, shooting large columns of fire into the air and melting the ice over ship's deck while Ara whirls around as carefully and quickly as possible toward the control panels to put them back together. 

Piper takes her place in the fight and faces Khione. "You miserable girls!" She screams. "You think you can defeat me—a goddess?"

Ara works as fast as possible and ignores Khione, deeming her unimportant in comparison to the condition of her ship. Her skin starts to glow orange when she speeds up. "Buddy, I need some guidance here! I don't have the sphere, how do I make it work?" 

Festus creaks and uses a mix of Morse code and clicks similar to words to guide her. Slowly, the monitors start to come back to life. She won't be able to access some of the cool stuff like the jet propulsion or the automatized ballista, but at least she's got Festus, and Festus controls most of the ship.

"Children of Aphrodite," Khione growls. "You are nothing."

"Don't listen to her! She's scared!" Ara encourages Piper without looking up. "There is nothing scarier than an angry Aphrodite! Jason and Leo are counting on you!"

Piper slashes Khione across the chest, the goddess explodes in a small blizzard and vanishes. Ara reboots the system and turns around to announce it, but then she spots the ice bomb melting on her deck and her stomach drops, she forgot it was there.

"Piper take cover!" Ara glows teal.

The girl hides behind the foremast while Ara turns Almighty into a shovel and picks up the bomb, tossing it across deck and out of the ship. The object explodes as soon as it touches the sea and the Argo II gets thrown onward so fast she can't see where it's heading.

By the time they stop, Jason has melted back to life. He's disoriented and hypothermic, but Piper checks his vitals and feeds him back to health while Ara grabs a welding kit to finish melting the block of ice that's keeping the others downstairs.

"What happened?" Jason asks groggily. 

"Khione and her stupid brothers," Ara mumbles, tears rolling down her face while she keeps jabbing at the ice with a hammer.

"We took care of it," Piper eases him, placing the bottle of nectar closer to the boy's lips.

"You... you what?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Piper gives him a knowing smile. "Ara distracted them long enough for me to wake Festus, then—"

"She got rid of Khione," Ara takes a moment to catch her breath. "With her special power."

"What power?" Jason looks at them curiously.

"Female rage."

Piper snorts. "I did my best."

"You gave life to a bronze dragon!" Ara exclaims, pointing at the figurehead. "You pulled a Pinocchio on the baby! What kind of blue fairy magic was that?"

"I did what you asked," Piper replies a little dejected. "Charmspeak is all I have, I'm not a mechanic like you, Strategus."

"I'm not complaining," the girl dries her tears and stands up. "I sound angry, but I'm not angry at you."

"Where is Leo?" Jason looks around suddenly noticing his absence. His eyes suddenly focus on the shore ahead and he frowns. "And where are we?"

"According to Almighty," Ara checks her compass, eyes puffy and tired. "That'd be Notus's palace."

"Who's Notus?" Piper asks.

"God of the South Wind," Ara makes a face. "We'll be here a while."

Next Chapter –>

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Spoiler-Covering on the T&B Wiki: Feedback *Needed*

Spoilers. It's kind of absurd and insane when you go on a wiki for the *latest* content and none of it is spoiler covered. And by latest I'm talking about like, maybe released 12 hours ago. At HeroTV Database, we don't do that. All story-related content is put under a year incubation period and must be covered. The only exception to this is S2 Cour 2, which whilst it still must be covered, has an indefinite embargo date atm.

I've made 3 iterations of a "Spoiler" template, aiming to hide text and images by default. Version 1 was just a ripoff of the template as seen on FE Fandom wiki (please forgive me) but that ran into the issue of the expand/collapse prompt being off to the right side and the more text was hidden I came to mind, the lower the click prompt fell, for some reason. It being outside of the box and floating away was not ideal for design. Also, this had to be used in-conjuction with another template to mark off the "end" of a spoiler. Most, not all (namely multiple paragraphs of info and anything containing images) needed this, and it's just very clunky to use and look at. Version 2 was promising at first, but two big issues were that it was a table of sorts and I couldn't find a way to make the drop-down opaque (either just white, or it copied the colour from the primary banner part), and spoilers must reside in the table, meaning if the content it contains is long enough, it will push itself down below any other templates or images just to display. Not great. Version 3 is the best one to date, and would be perfect if not for one problem: Every use of it on a page is recognised as the same instance, since the ID for the "Show me the spoilers" button in the banner is the same across all uses of it. Clicking on just one activates every single spoiler on the page, so you might want to see one but not the others and if you don't close the first one...problems. Yeah. This was so close.

After this specific failure of V3, I went to look for help in the Miraheze discord server, and everyone over there is oh so nice n helpful. Provided by a user going by 'canada' in the discord, they've given us code for a "block spoiler-cover" function that utilises CSS and JS to work, and is VIEWABLE ON MOBILE!!!! (This is something that would not be possible on Fandom, as Fandom Mobile has no JavaScript OR CSS support because Devs are liars when they say they want to make mobile fandom better.)

Before properly implementing it onto main pages, I *require* feedback. The link above is to the sandbox, where the spoiler boxes are being tested. Use the "Show all spoilers" to reveal all of them at once, or click/tap on a box to show, and click/tap again to hide. Tapping on an image takes you to the file page of an image, covered or not, so to not get taken to an image page, safest bet (usually) is to tap on a corner, or click where your mouse cursor does not shift into a hand ready to click. I'll see if there's anything I can put in the code to stop it from doing that. I'm certain I can change the colours of the spoiler box (current colours are purely placeholders), but colour suggestions should try to contrast with red, white, black and the shade of blue that's recognised as hex #2A3C45 (A darker blue intended for a dark mode). The colour should also be somewhat desaturated so it's not blinding to look at, so a pastel colour could be beneficial, maybe a pink or yellow, it's up to you what would look best! The more opinions the better!

The feedback is primarily for if we want this to begin with, and for stating adjustments you want before it does go into effect on main pages. If you do not want this to go into effect and want something else, please make that voice heard!

Thanks and Thanks Again!

[alrightrandy]

new year, new plans

what's this? a geniune alrightrandy blog post that isn't just random slop? …finally.

all jokes aside, i'm well aware that i haven't necessarily been ultilizing this site – as well as other platforms im on, as much as i wanted to. however, considering the new year has just begun i believe it's time to make some form of change around here.

i just want to preface this by saying that, all through out last year, i've ran myself into some personal turmoil that led me to essentially lack any sort of focus to work on any hobbies. it's hard to explain, i feel like i have done a lot but at the same time i clearly didn't have much creative output as much as i wanted to. and again, it didn't help that i was also juggling with stuff in my personal life too.

i guess the point i'm trying to make across here is that, i haven't properly found a right balance for myself, both creatively and irl-wise. and i certainly didn't have a proper sense of direction either… but i'm hoping to change that this year!

through out the end of 2023 up until the mid january, i've went through a pretty prolific event that kind of sparked a slew of motivation and plans to really get myself back.

in summary, around the holidays a phone of mine completely bricked itself for some random reason, making it practically inaccessible for me to use. and keep in mind, i'm still saving up to get myself a laptop, so i really had no other personal devices besides that phone.

thankfully, i did manage to get a new one – however, the point is that me being phone-less for a brief moment was very "humbling" for me. not only it was the only device for communication and having a creative outlet, but it just goes to show nothing should be taken for granted. ANYTHING can be lost in a matter of seconds, a simple reminder that i really needed to get myself together.

and with that, everything brings me to here. i've somewhat finally came up with a plan to hopefully boost some motivation within me, and also have a better commitment to my creative output.

to get the obvious stuff out of the way, in reguards of my youtube channel – as well as anything reguarding about dj'ing and music. i am going to try my best to put a heavier focus on these since its something i'm still a complete beginner at. it's a new hobby i've recently picked up, and it only makes sense for me to try to lean onto it a bit more. matter in fact...

i just recently put out something onto my channel!

i'm going try to put out at least one mini mix on a monthly (or bi-monthly) basis. hopefully it will not only expand my portfolio as a dj, but i geniunely think this could help with my issues with commiting to something. plus, i think it would definitely bring in some life to my channel since i still have no clue what direction i want to take it in.

don't get it twisted, i still want to experiment with all sorts of different types of videos. however, i can't make any promises if any of it will reach the light of day. at least with these mini mixes, they will hopefully still appear consistently even if i have nothing else to upload. idk, i think its a decent enough idea to sink time into.

now, reguarding everything about creating artwork and ultilizing my platforms. it's still somewhat uncertain, however if you checked my pinned post i have recently updated it with new sites you can check me out on!

but in short, i will also try to branch out more and maybe even network myself to finding ppl / communities. and along the way, i will also try to get back into creating art since i really have been putting that on the back burner. again, no promises but i have been putting some thought into it! (i'm looking at you Newgrounds and Bluesky…)

i'm reaching my text limit, so this is all i have for now. i'll catch you guys on the flipside, i really do hope i do better this year. knock me out if this post ages horribly lol

happy 2024!

~🐇

[hells-wasabii]

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General things for requests:

When requesting, it's important to note that I write mostly headcanons and drabbles. the two are NOT mutually exclusive, I will more than happily do a half-and-half-type format! :)

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Sometimes I get excited about prompts and lose myself in them a little and will write more than I usually will. This isn't for any character or prompt in particular.

I am all too happy to return to prompts too! If you really liked one of my works and want to see a part 2, 3, etc, just shoot me a ask!

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I go by Ellain! I am a 19 year old lesbian (surprising, I know), I use any pronouns and I love writing. I am disabled (JIA and like 10 different other things) so I tend to leave for weeks randomly but I promise I'm alive&well🫰. HUGE fan of Prushka, Shiro and Lain, I'd also add Sirin but after 4 years I'm dropping HI3rd so goodbye old friend.

I'll focus on fanfiction as of right now as I still feel a bit self-conscious about posting my own original works. I'm a huge fan of AU's so a lot of my works will include different AU's. English is not my first language and I'm still trying to improve on expanding my vocabulary so if you ever see any kind of mistake in my works, feel free to correct me as I'm using this as an opportunity to improve my English skills.🫶

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My interests vary and change VERY quickly and I tend to drop my previous interests once I find a new one (neurodivergency is a bitch) but currently my interests are:

- Trigun (Maximum&Stampede too)

- Chainsaw man (part 1&2)

- JJBA (1,2,3,4,5,7, currently reading 6,8&9)

- FFXIV (very early into the game lol)

- Made in Abyss

- Serial Experiments Lain

- Deadman Wonderland

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What will I write?

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Less likely:

In case there are topics like drugs/gore/graphic violence/etc. I will make sure to properly tag them.

Crossovers

I have a lot of different headcanons for characters but I will try to not force them on a character in case I'm writing for canon instead of an AU. But you might see me slip in a few here and there (cough cough trans plant twins cough cough)

I do not plan on involving myself into any kind of drama or discussions. I have a primary blog for that so please keep that out of my ask box <3

This is obvious but ANY kind of transphobia/homophobia/etc will absolutely not be tolerated on this blog.

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Writing requests are open!

Whether it's expanding on my own ideas or writing small drabbles or just writing your own ideas in there my ask box is open. I only ask for minimal respect (aka, don't expect me to write something in an hour or two, it takes me quite some time for me to finish my works and don't demand things!). As for now, I'll be focusing on Trigun content (specifically Vash&Knives as I've done the most research on them) but I will update this post once this changes (BECAUSE IT WILL)

Recent works:

[How to train your dog.] - part 3 of the Trigun College AU series

[July 21st] - a short drabble for the twins birthday

[caraniel13]

Across Dimensions : Chapter 1

Summary:

When computational linguist Dr. Chephren "Cheppy" Mitchell is accidentally pulled through dimensions into Atlantis by Rodney McKay's experiment, she finds herself stranded in another galaxy. Initially treated with suspicion and relegated to basic medical duties under Carson Beckett's supervision, Cheppy's linguistic talents and photographic memory gradually earn her respect as she masters Ancient language through self-study. As she transitions from unwanted visitor to valued expedition member, Cheppy develops a deepening connection with Major Evan Lorne, who recognizes her potential from the beginning. Their relationship evolves through challenging off-world missions, late nights translating Ancient texts, and quiet moments on their favorite balcony overlooking Atlantis's twin suns. From saving lives with her translations to activating Ancient technology no one else understands, Cheppy creates a meaningful life among the stars, finding purpose, friendship, and unexpected love in the most distant of galaxies.

Chapter 1: Through the Portal

Chephren Mitchell was having a perfectly ordinary day at MIT until the moment her world literally turned inside out.

The linguistics lab was quiet that evening, just the way she liked it. Her copper-red curls were piled haphazardly atop her head, secured with a pencil as she hunched over ancient texts. Her green eyes flicked between her laptop and the fragile papyrus fragments she was digitizing and analyzing. The university had received the collection on loan - pre-Sumerian artifacts with linguistic patterns that defied conventional translation models.

"You're still here, Cheppy?" Professor Davenport paused in the doorway, his wizened face creasing with concern. "It's after nine."

"Just finishing up," she replied, not looking up from her work. "I think I've found something in the pattern recognition algorithm. The syntax structure has similarities to--"

He chuckled. "Save it for tomorrow. That perfect memory of yours won't fail overnight."

Cheppy smiled but didn't move to pack up. "I'll head out soon. Promise."

After Davenport left, she reached for her insulin pump, adjusting her levels. The type 1 diabetes was just another pattern to manage in her life - numbers and timing she'd mastered out of necessity. Her fingers moved automatically, muscle memory taking over while her mind remained fixed on the linguistic puzzle before her.

Three hours later, the lab was still illuminated by a single desk light, Cheppy's eyes burning from staring at the screen. She stretched, finally admitting defeat for the night. As she began gathering her materials, a strange humming filled the room, vibrating through the metal tables.

"What the--"

The air in front of her shimmered, distorting like heat waves off asphalt. Cheppy froze, her hand halfway to her bag. The shimmer expanded, swirling outward until a pulsing blue light tore through reality itself. Wind whipped through the lab, scattering papers and sending artifacts skittering across surfaces.

"No, no, no!" Cheppy lunged for the priceless fragments, her fingers just grazing the edge of the papyrus when the blue energy surged forward like an incoming tide, washing over her. There was a moment of absolute, deafening silence, followed by the sensation of being pulled inside out through her own ribcage.

Her scream never made it past her lips before darkness claimed her.

"--completely irresponsible! I told you not to activate that sequence until we'd properly translated the control parameters!"

An agitated male voice with a distinctive Canadian accent pierced through Cheppy's fog of unconsciousness.

"Rodney, you're the one who insisted on pushing forward with the experiment despite Dr. Zelenka's concerns."

A woman's voice, authoritative yet diplomatic.

"Yes, well, I didn't expect it to tear open a wormhole to Earth and kidnap a random civilian!"

Cheppy groaned, the cold hard floor beneath her finally registering. Her head throbbed in time with her racing heart, and every muscle in her body protested as she struggled to open her eyes.

"She's awake," a third voice announced, this one carrying a Scottish brogue.

As Cheppy's vision cleared, she found herself staring up at a circle of unfamiliar faces in an utterly alien room. The architecture was unlike anything she'd ever seen - sleek, with geometric patterns that seemed both ancient and futuristic simultaneously.

"Where..." she croaked, her throat desert-dry. "Where am I?"

A man with kind eyes and a medical insignia on his uniform knelt beside her, scanner in hand. "Easy now, lass. You've had quite a journey."

"Dr. Beckett, how is she?" asked the woman Cheppy had heard earlier. She wore a red uniform shirt and carried herself with the unmistakable air of someone in charge.

"Vitals are stable, though her blood sugar's a bit low," the doctor replied, checking a handheld device. "Nothing immediately life-threatening."

Cheppy struggled to sit up, wincing as her head spun. "What happened? Who are you people?"

"I'm Dr. Elizabeth Weir," the woman said, her tone measured. "This is our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Carson Beckett, and our Chief Science Officer, Dr. Rodney McKay." She gestured to a man with thinning hair who was frantically typing on a tablet, barely glancing up.

"McKay's the one who accidentally yanked you here," a tall military officer with spiky dark hair added, leaning against a console with deceptive casualness. His hand never strayed far from the sidearm at his hip.

"That's Colonel John Sheppard, our military commander," Weir continued. "And you are...?"

"Dr. Chephren Mitchell. Everyone calls me Cheppy," she answered automatically, trying to process what was happening. "I'm a computational linguist from MIT. I was working late in the lab when... something... happened."

"Yes, yes, something indeed," McKay finally looked up from his tablet, his expression oscillating between fascination and frustration. "That 'something' was me activating an Ancient device designed to create stable wormholes between specific coordinates. It should have connected to the Antarctic outpost, not some random university lab!"

"Ancient?" Cheppy echoed, finally managing to stand on shaky legs. Dr. Beckett hovered nearby, ready to catch her if she faltered. "And where exactly is 'here'?"

Weir and Sheppard exchanged a glance that made Cheppy's stomach drop.

"You're in the city of Atlantis," Weir said carefully, "in the Pegasus Galaxy."

Cheppy blinked. Twice. Three times. "I'm sorry, did you say... Atlantis? As in the mythological lost city? In another galaxy?"

"It's not mythological, it's just been, uh, misplaced for about ten thousand years," Sheppard offered with a shrug.

The room started spinning again, and Cheppy would have collapsed if Dr. Beckett hadn't caught her arm.

"I think we should continue this conversation in the infirmary," he suggested, his voice gentle but firm. "She's in shock, and I need to run some proper tests."

"I need my insulin," Cheppy managed, suddenly remembering her medical needs. "My pump... my bag..."

"Your bag came through with you," Beckett assured her, nodding toward a familiar messenger bag on a nearby console. "We'll make sure you have everything you need."

"And we'll figure out how to send you back," Weir added, though something in her tone made Cheppy suspect it wouldn't be that simple.

"Figure out?" Cheppy looked toward McKay, who suddenly became very interested in his tablet again. "You don't know how to reverse this?"

"Well, it's complicated," McKay said, not meeting her eyes. "The power requirements alone are... and then there's the matter of calibrating the exact dimensional frequency to ensure you return to the right reality... it's not like dialing a phone number, you know!"

"Rodney," Weir warned.

"What? I'm not going to lie to her!" McKay exploded. "The chances of reproducing the exact conditions that brought her here are astronomically small, and that's assuming we even had the power to attempt it, which, oh right, we barely do!"

The full weight of her situation crashed down on Cheppy like a physical blow. "You're saying I'm... stuck here? In another galaxy? With no way home?"

"For the foreseeable future... yes," Weir admitted, compassion in her eyes.

Two armed military personnel stepped forward at Sheppard's almost imperceptible nod.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Mitchell, but I'm going to have to ask that you remain under escort until we can fully assess the situation," Weir said. "It's standard protocol for unexpected arrivals."

"You think I'm a security threat?" Cheppy asked incredulously. "I'm a linguist who was literally abducted by your experiment!"

"We have to be careful," Sheppard said, his tone not unkind despite his vigilance. "We've had... experiences... with things not being what they seem."

"Colonel, the lass needs medical attention," Beckett insisted. "I'll take full responsibility for her while she's in my infirmary."

Weir nodded after a moment's consideration. "Agreed, but security remains posted outside. Dr. Mitchell, once you're cleared medically, we'll arrange temporary quarters and discuss your situation further."

As Dr. Beckett gently guided her toward the exit, Cheppy glanced back at McKay, who was now arguing with a bespectacled scientist over the device that had changed her life.

"This is not my fault, Zelenka!" McKay insisted defensively. "How was I supposed to know the calibration would target a random linguistics lab on Earth?"

"Perhaps by listening when I said, 'Rodney, the translation parameters are incomplete, we should wait'?" the other scientist replied with exasperated resignation.

The last thing Cheppy heard before the doors closed behind her was McKay's indignant sputtering, followed by Weir's stern, "We'll discuss responsibility later, Rodney. Right now, our priority is figuring out what to do with Dr. Mitchell."

What to do with her. Like she was a problem to be solved, not a person whose entire life had just been upended. Cheppy swallowed hard against the lump forming in her throat. Twenty-eight years old, brilliantly educated, with a promising career at MIT... and now she was stranded in another galaxy, with nothing but the clothes on her back and whatever happened to be in her messenger bag when McKay's experiment snatched her away from everything she'd ever known.

As the reality of her situation settled in, one thought crystallized with perfect clarity: Dr. Rodney McKay had a lot to answer for.