#also i want everyone to know that the next two prompts in the inbox are both about cats??? i love you all so much

[barnxsromanxff]

That Night | Josh Washington x reader

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Pairing: Post prank Josh x f!reader

Prompt: The real events of that night start to reveal themselves as Josh is tied up.

Warnings: implied smut, make out sesh, cussing, crying, slut shaming, emetophobia warning, mentions of death

A/N: So this is kinda angsty? i never really write sad stuff but i wanted to try something new. This one is a bit short, let me know if i should add a part 2! remember requests are open through my inbox, comments or dm me! i hope you enjoy!

Also i’m sorry if it’s not the most game accurate depiction! I tried my best :,)

His hands traced every curve and line on your body, his tongue worshiping your skin. His lips grazing your own. You felt like a goddess as he let your name fall from his lips as a prayer.

His voice, his scent, his body, everything about him was overwhelming your senses. Even with the lights off he had your figure memorized, touching every sensitive spot you had.

His drunken mumbles began to form into a cohesive sentence, “I love you.”

~

You held onto your coat trying to keep any warmth in, shivering to regulate your temperate. Your gaze rested on his erratic form, his breathing irregular as he screamed out,

“You pussy!”

His exaggerated scream making you roll your eyes, your fingers found there way to the bridge of your nose with you pinched tight.

You pretty much ignored the entire argument, it was getting you all nowhere. You only started paying attention when he mentioned you again,

“Excuse me! Am I boring Miss righteous over here?”

You dead panned at your best friend, no evidence of a smile at all. You stood up and came closer to him,

“Josh, I think i’m speaking for everyone here, shut the fuck up.”

Your sudden outburst shocked the boys but Chris and Mike nodded in agreement. You began pacing the shed, your mind spinning rapidly,

“Why are we even here? This was so stupid,”

You let out a shaky laugh and continued your rant with it slowly turning from an angry cry out to sobs leaving your lips.

“We shouldn’t even be here.”

You repeated, over and over, your hands raking through your disheveled hair. The boys all watched your every move intensely, finally there was silence in the room.

You believed what you said, you were still in denial. Your two closest friends were gone, and it was time for you to realize this.

“Fuck! What the fuck.”

You kicked over a box of old tools, the noise clambering against the wall. You held your body tight, trying to find any form of comfort. Everything was wrong, this wasn’t how it was suppose to be.

“Hey, Come here.”

Chris pulled your body close to his, the heat from his build enveloping yours. He stood there silent, knowing no words would bring any comfort to you.

Everyone knew you were right, but no one had the energy or need to agree.

As he held your body you could hear snickers coming from tied up Josh, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you prepared for his next verbal assault.

“I’m just saying, one heck of a performance. You don’t think I know what really happened that night?”

Your eyes squinted in confusion, for once you wanted him to continue. You stepped away from Chris and felt desperate to hear what he was going to say, you internally slapped yourself as you gestured him to go on with his rant.

“Josh? What are you talking about?”

He scoffed, the look in his eyes full of hatred. He thrashed his body attempting to get out of the tight constraints.

“Whoring yourself for a prank? Pretty low if you ask me, just as bad as good ol’ Mike here.”

Your stomach sank as you begin to realize what he was implying.

“I remember every. single. second. of that night. Too bad I wasn’t there for Beth and Hannah, instead with you.”

You shook your head, your tears continued and you yelled out a ‘No!’

“You took me back there just to distract me, fucked me real good huh? Should’ve known it wasn’t real, out of everyone that night,”

He paused before finally meeting your eyes, the look sending shivers down your spine.

“You, you disgust me. You hurt me the most.”

Mike and Chris exchanged confused looks. No one knew what that night had looked like for you and Josh, that being the one secret you had the power to hold. The one thing not distorted by that evil memory that night holds for you.

It went silent, your mind recalling the events of that night

~

“Shhhh Josh, they’ll hear.”

You held his hand as he led you away from the group, both stumbling and trying to find your way through the maze of his lodge.

Finally he jiggled with the door knob of his room, letting you in first just to whistle as you entered.

“Been hiding that all this time?”

You hit his chest and immediately went in for a kiss, your hands holding into the chest of his shirt clinging to be as close as possible.

Your kiss deepened, somewhere along the way both your clothes had been quickly discarded as an afterthought.

Josh let out an airy moan as you suckled on his neck, his hands wandering over your naked body.

You giggled and kissed him all over his face, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever.

~

“Josh…”

You sighed and despite the guys disapproving looks you moved closer to him, sitting down on the cold floor near him.

Josh ignored you, his eyes avoiding your ever knowing stare.

“What we did that night, what we said, I haven’t forgotten it.”

You bit your lip trying to find the words to say to this broken man, your eyes watering as you continued barely above a whisper ,

“That night, I wish it could’ve gone differently. I regret almost everything about it,”

You pause as he stares up with you, his eyes flooding with hurt as he took in your words. All the hatred he had for you was gone, and instead heartbreak.

“I don’t regret what we did, I would never regret you. Don’t think I have. I regret not being there for Hannah and Beth, for keeping you away from them. But I don’t regret what we shared.”

Josh kept quiet, but his expression had changed. It seemed like he didn’t know what to think, his mind continued to play tricks on him, he didn’t dare to speak after that.

You wiped the stray tears as you stood up and looked at the boys,

“Now what?”

You three argued over a plan, trying to figure out who would stay to watch Josh and who would go. Finally the decision falling onto you. You look back at Josh who seems defeated, his eyes devoid of emotion.

“I’ll stay here with him. Go with the others.”

Despite their push back the eventually leave, reassuring you they’d be back for you.

Once they leave it’s just you and Josh left in a pitiful silence, almost missing his screaming from earlier,

“Josh, I’m sorry,”

It had been the first time you had said those words to him, saying sorry would just confirm the worst.

“For everything, you didn’t deserve all of this pain. I don’t know why this happened, why they disappeared. I don’t know why you are hurt so badly, and i’m sorry that I don’t know.”

“It’s not your fault, I know that.”

His words were barely audible, but you understood him clearly. Finally, he looks back up to meet your eyes. His eyes were filled with tears, he was breaking down in front of you.

You desperately wanted to untie him, to hold him, but you knew better than that. He was off his medication, unpredictable, and you didn’t want another thing to go wrong tonight.

As the night continued your mind wandered back, replaying the events of that night.

~

The fire cast a warm light on your bodies, his skin looking like a bronzed gold, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He looked beautiful, just perfect.

“Like what you see?”

You smiled and hummed a yes, planting a kiss on his jaw. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close to him, not wanting to let go.

“Y’know, I meant what I said. Wasn’t just being crazy romantic for no reason.”

He confessed with his eyes still closed. You blushed recalling his words earlier, thankful it wasn’t just a drunken mistake.

“I know.”

It was his turn to hum in response, pinching your side making you laugh.

“Not gonna say it back?”

You both knew it, you had been smitten for years. His teasing was just because he yearned to hear those words come from you,

“I love you too, Joshua.”

~

“Every day without a doubt, I remember that night with you,”

Josh’s sudden announcement made your ears perk up, letting your attention turn to him.

“I remember everything about it, your laugh, your voice, your body. I even remember the smell of the tequila that came from you as we ran off together.”

You smile and nodded in agreement, recalling exactly all he was saying.

“It was disgusting, had to keep myself from vomiting during the party.”

For the first time in a long while you heard his hearty laugh, it was different then the one he had been putting up all night. This laugh was all him.

“When we get out of here, we’re gonna help you Josh. I will be there for you.”

Josh nodded as he let the idea creep into his mind, maybe he wasn’t a lost cause? Maybe a future with you would be his saving grace,

~

“No! Where is he!”

You shoved Mike as he dragged you out of the mines, wincing at every contact you made.

“We have to go back, please. Please Mike!”

You screamed as he ignored you, your eyes being coated in a familiar substance.

“I love him! You have to do something!”

Your pleas go unheard, completely ignored as you’re forced out towards the lodge where you are the rest of the group are rescued.

Everyone in a complete shell shocked state, no words spoken.

The paramedics and police eventually seperate you all, taking you into different rooms for questioning.

“Have you found Josh? You have to be looking for him, in the mines.”

“No miss, we have no other confirmed bodies as of now.”

Bodies. They don’t expect to find anymore survivors, do they? Your face drains of any color as you feel the need to vomit out of disbelief.

~

He held you all night long, your bodies molded together in perfect unison. You felt safe in his arms, his body warmth lulled you to see as you listened to the best of his heart.

You had waited for this moment for years, pining over Josh. Little did you know, Josh had fallen in love with you long before you, his affection growing day by day.

It was perfect, the entire night was everything you could ever ask for .

As the morning light crept through the windows a knock at your door with a frantic Chris yelling woke you both out of your slumber, changing the rest of your lives forever.

[denksmail]

i love the writing u did either bakugou I think it's rlly good! :] btw I have a request (completely fine if u don't want to!)

Could I get some headcanons for Bakugou x calm and nonchalant reader who sometimes gets flustered? Reader is the definition of quiet but really blunt and calm (basically another version of todoroki!)

But gets slightly flustered with affection and genuine acts of love I think that would be cute (o≧▽゜)o

Have a lovey day!

thanks for the request!! <3 hope u enjoy :D

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none xx ᴀ/ɴ: Hi! Thank everyone for the support on the last post and if you have requests/prompts, send them in one of my inbox or on one of my posts in the comments. Love yall! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Katsuki! noticed you immediately. First day of UA, when everyone was talking and having a decent social life, you were around people just not talking. At first, he thought you were like Shoji, Tokoyami, and Todoroki. He thought you were trying to put on an edgy act. That changed when you ran late with a group project in your hands, and then you bumped into Katsuki. Your project was a little broken, with some pieces on the ground, but you were more embarrassed than anything. Katsuki wanted to leave you there but it looked like you wanted to cry. You didn't. You just felt hot. He felt pity towards you and picked up the broken pieces for you. He gave a warning, telling you to be more careful next time. You nodded and the two of you went your separate ways.

Katsuki! grew closer to you by complete accident. It all started with training, followed by group study groups (hosted by Katsuki himself). Probably the worst idea ever.) with Denki, Mina, and basically the people who couldn't go to Momo's study group, next to one one-on-one study "dates", and finally hanging out with him.

Katsuki! confessed. Everyone knew you had some type of feelings for him. Although you never showed that much emotion. When you're out with him and some group of friends, people see how you are more comfortable and open towards him. Obviously, he didn't know how to ask someone out. Two people that are horrible with emotions?! Scary. He had Denki and Kirishima help plan out something. Denki wanted it to be romantic while Kirishima wanted it to be manly (whatever that means). It was just a mess and he ended up just telling you in private. This overstimulated you. Your head was a mess. You didn't even know what to say. Your face was blood-shot red and he was also a mess. He tried making eye contact with you but he looked scared until you said yes. Yes, you would like to go out with him. Yes, you would like to hold hands with him. Yes. You would LOVE to be his girlfriend.

[its-time-to-write]

Can you write a Jamie Tartt request where he and the reader are in the "between lovers and friends stage" and they finally get together when he has her sleepover at his place after finding out her ex was loitering by her apartment?

I’m alive (mostly!) and I’m starting to go through the asks in my inbox again! Sorry to all y’all who have been waiting. I love you!😇😍

p.s. I’ve been obsessed with the song “Margaret” by LDR, which is where the title comes from

(oh also I barely responded to this prompt so that I could write this dumb fic that’s been on my brain forever. so. apologies for that too)

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

It goes like this: boy meets girl, they go to the same primary school, girl kicks around football with boy and sneaks into his room to hug him when his dad’s a prick, boy moves away to become a Premier League footballer and girl cries her heart out because they’re best friends.

Fucking typical.

And yet, he still picks up every phone call. Still answers every text you send. He’ll never say the word “love,” especially not when he’s with Keeley Jones and their faces are all over tabloids and instagram. But you’ll feel it in the way he’s a prick to everyone but you. It’s in the way his voice goes soft when you call him at 2am crying about being dumped by your first boyfriend.

He doesn’t visit, doesn’t phone his mum, but he’ll send you a quick voice message when he can. Usually not saying much, just a snip about training. First it’s all about Pep and the lads at Man City, then it’s about some gaffer named Cartrick and the fact that he’s teammates with Roy fucking Kent.

Jamie never tells you that Roy absolutely fucking hates him, but you know anyway.

Jamie also doesn’t call you when Keeley breaks up with him. In fact, you don’t even find out about it until pictures of Roy and Keeley surface online. You call him as soon as you can, and in typical Jamie fashion, he picks up on the second ring. 

You don’t ask him about Keeley, just let him talk about football and the new manager from America, and the fact that maybe Richmond isn’t so bad and maybe he can let his armor down just a little bit.

He’s sent back to Manchester the next day.

The bonds of childhood friendship run strong, because he’s on your doorstep in no time at all, and though it’s been years since you’ve seen him in person, there’s a part of you that feels like he never left. 

It never goes beyond friendship with you two. You don’t allow yourself to consider him in any other light because this friendship is special and important and neither of you will let anything ruin it.

It’s so strange sometimes to see him on tv or in an interview, eyes sharp and mouth full of barbs. Always on the offensive, always cutting others down before they have a chance to do the same to him. You have a hard time believing it’s the same boy who’s on your couch staring at the ceiling as he fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt.

He’s never spoken that way to you, and you have a hard time believing he ever will.

So you feed him and make him smile and go to as many matches as you can (he leaves tickets on your kitchen table so you won’t protest) and give him a house key so he can come and go as he pleases.

But then he’s gone again, it’s the off-season and he’s on some tv show and you’re watching him flirt and seduce and pull at people’s heartstrings like they’re marionettes, and you realize (perhaps for the first time) how deep the damage has gone.

He gets absolutely shredded online, called all sorts of names by fans of the show and football alike, and you wonder if you’re the only one who can see what’s happening. That it’s all a show and that person, that Jamie Tartt on the screen is not the Jamie Tartt who used to throw pebbles at your window to come see if you wanted to ride bikes together.

It’s different than when he went to the Premier League. He doesn’t answer your texts.

It’s fine though, because your life doesn’t revolve around him. You have other, real friends and a boyfriend and a nice little flat and a good job. So he can go do what he wants and when he needs someone to pick up the pieces, you’ll go because you understand that sometimes this friendship is a one-way street. 

You miss him, though.

You don’t watch his season of Lust Conquers All until your boyfriend calls you and says, “Hey, it’s been fun, but I’m just not feeling it anymore, thanks for understanding,” and then you binge every episode right up to the current one. 

So now you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re glad it hadn’t gone too far, but his words still stung. But you drown your feelings in ice cream and shitty tv and it’s alright because another episode airs in an hour, so you can see more of Jamie and hope he’s doing okay.

He’s not. He gets voted off and you think that’s stupid but also maybe a little bit good.

—

Jamie just thinks it’s stupid. He’s kicked off his only lifeline, and then Man City flat-out refuses to take him back and he has to find out on live television for fuck’s sake. And then he has the brilliant idea to ask Ted Lasso to come back, because of course Ted will take him, what with his yeehaw can-do bullshit. Except Ted tells him no, and now he has nothing.

He’s cut out every friend, every family member and is resigned to life as a has-been before he’s even twenty-five years old.

Now, he’s at home with the blinds pulled. He’s not even sure what time it is anymore because it’s all meaningless, innit? So when there’s a knock at the door, he has to blink a couple times from his place on the couch before turning off FIFA and going to see who it could possibly be.

He hopes it’s you, even though he knows there’s no way. Not after he ghosted you for months. He ignores the uncomfortable flip-flop in his stomach at the thought of seeing you, and the way his heart beats a little faster when he thinks of holding you. 

He won’t cross that line. Your friendship (if it still exists) is too important. 

So he opens the door, ready to see who the fuck is bothering him. 

It’s Ted.

Ted asks, “Can I come in?” but he’s obviously not going to accept no as an answer, so Jamie steps back to let him inside.

Ted’s just standing awkwardly in Jamie’s kitchen, not even pretending that he isn’t shocked by Jamie’s decor. 

Jamie isn’t going to defend his choices to Ted of all people. Nor is he going to do anything to lessen his awkwardness. Finally, Ted clears his throat and says, “Well Jamie, it seems we need to revisit our last conversation.”

Jamie stares at him, refusing to speak until he’s sure what Ted is saying, so Ted continues. 

“I think I was a little bit too hasty when I said you couldn’t come back to Richmond. I’ve been giving it some thought, and we’d love to have you back.”

Jamie looks at Ted, all rumpled in his sweatshirt and shorts, hair as undone as it’s ever been, and is supremely unsure of what he’s supposed to say. 

Yeah, I’ll come back to Richmond. 

Fuck off, you’re too late.

He’s saved from saying something stupid by the sound of the front door rattling as someone punches in the code. 

“You expectin’ someone?” Ted asks. 

Jamie shakes his head, equally puzzled. “No one has the code, except-”

The door is shoved open and you burst through in a flurry of motion. You call, “Jamie?” but you can already see him in the kitchen so you make a beeline to his location and launch yourself into his arms. 

He’s solid as always, smelling like day-old Lynx. His arms are tight wrapped around you, body warm as you press your cheek against his. 

He sets you down after a moment, and brushes away a stray strand of hair from your face. 

“What’re you doing here?” he asks softly, still not quite letting you go. Ted notes that this is a new tone for Jamie. Or at least, the Jamie he’s interacted with. It’s not a performance, not something designed to make people love or hate him, it’s what Ted suspects is the most authentic version of Jamie. Whoever you are, you must be important. 

“Wanted to make sure you were ok. I saw your interview.”

Jamie makes a face. “Fuck’s sake, has everyone seen that shit?”

You shrug. “Hard to miss it. Your mum sent it to me. She’s kind of why I’m here, actually.”

“You know Jamie’s mom?” Ted asks, surprised. It’s only then that you notice he’s in the room. Your face heats up because you wouldn’t have been that grabby with Jamie had you known he weren’t alone.

“Hi, I’m Ted,” he says reaching out to shake your hand, “Seems to me like you know this one from a while back.”

“Uh, yeah,” you reply. “Which is why I figured something was wrong when he ghosted me for fucking ever.”

Jamie winces and Ted takes his cue. 

“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” he says. He points a finger at Jamie. “You let me know what you decide, son.”

“It’s a yes, Coach,” Jamie calls as Ted heads out the door. You crane your neck in time to see Ted pump his fist in the air before the door shuts behind him. 

“So,” you say, arms crossed, “you have a big fucking excuse for not answering my calls. But you better never fucking do it again, or I’m showing back up here with Georgie and she’ll kick your ass.” 

Jamie grimaces. Sure, Georgie was never violent with him, but there’s something particularly terrifying about the way she says Jamie Tartt you have got some explaining to do, while her eyes do that thing where they flash and stare straight into his soul. 

“Right, yeah, I’m really sorry,” he says and he’s lucky that his tone backs up his words because if he had one ounce of prick in his voice, you’d make him really sorry. I mean come on, who ignores their family?

The thought passes through your mind just long enough for it to freak you out before Jamie’s tentatively reaching out to hug you again. 

You let him rest his head on your shoulder as you scratch his the back of his head. 

—

You’ve been on Jamie’s couch for the better part of two hours, talking and letting him pretend like he’s not on the verge of tears because at least he’s being open and honest for once, when he shoots up and says, “Jesus Christ, fucking Kyle.”

He turns to you, eyes wide as he asks, “Isn’t he gonna wonder where you are? Shit, and you’re with me. He’s not gonna like that shit at all.”

You shrug infinitesimally while you examine a spot on the wall. 

“We’re not together anymore,” you answer as casually as possible. 

Jamie sighs and settles back onto the couch. “Shit. Glad you finally dumped that prick.”

You glare at him. “I didn’t. He dumped me. And then I found him lurking in my fucking bushes yesterday like a total creeper.”

Jamie’s up again off the couch, this time heading for his car keys as he yells, “For fuck’s sake, love, you should’ve called me.”

“I did!” you shout back. “I did, and you didn’t pick up, did you? Anyway, it’s probably not going to be an issue anymore.”

Jamie returns to the living room, face ashen. “Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. I’m so sorry.”

You shrug and say, “It’s not a big deal. He decided that he liked certain body parts he owned more than he liked intimidating me. 

Jamie grips his keys so hard that his knuckles turn white as he says, “Right, you’re sleeping over tonight because no one fucking treats my girl that way.”

Then he freezes. 

You’re not frozen, because a single shiver has worked its way up your spine. 

My girl.

It came out so naturally. 

And it implied ownership? But of the mutual sort? And in a way that two best friends simply did notbelong together. 

The entire house is so silent, you swear you can hear Jamie blink. Well, that is, if either of you actually moved a muscle as opposed to staring at each other across the room. 

“What-” you start, but your throat is all weird and tight, so you clear it and try again. “What did you say?”

It still comes out much lower than you anticipated and Jamie has a split second to assess your body language and make a choice. 

You’re fully angled toward him, eyes wide. You’re not giving him a look that says, shut the fuck up right now, Jamie Tartt, so he takes it as permission. 

Permission to take one step closer, then another, then another until he’s standing right next to you. He slowly sinks down on the couch next to you as his says in a low, gravely voice, “I said, ‘no one fucking treats my girl that way.’”

Ah. So this is where over a decade of friendship has gotten you. On Jamie Tartt’s couch as your lips crash against his, both wondering why you hadn’t made a move sooner. 

But it doesn’t matter, you’re here now and you’re sure you won’t waste a single second. 

[thecapricunt1616]

Promptober Day 1 👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭) : You had just landed at Boston airport last night, got a rental car, and Luca drove you to the beautiful little AirBNB that was decked out in adorable Halloween decor. Of course to break in the new space you went for a few rounds as soon as you got there, and you had left your phones off since you got on the plane since neither of you wanted to be bothered, and if you didn’t see it you wouldn’t have the anxiety that came with feeling you were required to reply even though neither of you had any interest in having conversation with anyone but eachother at the moment, so none of your alarms had gone off thankfully.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: OMG! Hello! Welcome to day 1/31 of #TheBearblrPromptober2024! I am so excited to be taking part in this! If you didn't know, this prompt list was created by my lovely, wonderful, beautiful, smart and amazing friend @carmenberzattosgf! Everyone say 'Thank you Dirty Olive Martini!' for creating such a fun list & allowing everyone to use it! Halloween is my favorite holiday out of the entire year, so I'm reporting to you from the past 👻🔮ooooooo magical time travel🔮👻 I'm queuing this alllll the way back on 9/5 🤭! Can you tell how much I love Halloween?! Haha! I will be doing TWO Posts a day this October (I'm a psycho! I know! Hence why I'm reporting to you from the past hehe)! I will be participating in #TheBearblrPromptober2024! - you can view my schedule & masterlist for this celebration right 🦇here🦇, Now- I will also be posting my own celebration at night- #TheCapricuntsKinktober2024! You can view my schedule & masterlist for that celebration right 🎃here🎃! I hope you all enjoy what I've cooked up for this upcoming month, I'm hoping to also be cooking on the asks that have been rotting away in my inbox for god knows how long in between posting, since all of Sept. was spent preparing for this celebration! Okay, I promise every authors note will not be this long - I just had to get the intro out of the way! Lastly if you'd like to be added to my taglist for either celebration, just click on the celebration links on my masterpost also linked above & comment, I will add you! Alright, without further ado- Let #TheBearblrPromptober2024 begin! oh my gosh it’s FINALLY October! I have the first 14 prompt/kinktober blurbs done. It’s gonna be a big month!! I hope I have the writing bug up my ass the whole month I have 46 more prompts to get done omfg!! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, Mentions of smut (no active smut) 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬

You and Luca had finally gotten some time off. You were currently studying law at the University of Copenhagen, and decided that you were going to take the fall semester off because you and Luca had just gotten engaged and wanted time together to plan your wedding. Luca had made his way up to head pastry chef, so in celebration Luca had surprised you with a trip to Salem to see the foliage and do other fun fall things. 

Halloween was always you and Luca’s favorite holiday. In the 3 years that you had been dating, you had always picked out cute couples costumes together, The first year, You were Fred and Daphne from Scooby doo, The next you were Lilo and Stitch, and this year you were going to be some girl called D.VA and Luca would be a guy called Soldier 76 from some video game that he was always playing when he had free time.

You weren’t so sure what it was, you just knew she wore a cute leotard that made you feel like a superhero and an adorable pink bunny rabbit she carried around, and he even ended up finding a cute bunny backpack for your costume to go with it. Halloween though, was over a week away. You had just landed at Boston airport last night, got a rental car, and Luca drove you to the beautiful little AirBNB that was decked out in adorable Halloween decor. 

Of course to break in the new space you went for a few rounds as soon as you got there, and you had left your phones off since you got on the plane since neither of you wanted to be bothered, and if you didn’t see it you wouldn’t have the anxiety that came with feeling you were required to reply even though neither of you had any interest in having conversation with anyone but eachother at the moment, so none of your alarms had gone off thankfully.

You woke up, entangled limbs and pumpkin printed sheets, cheek mushed on Lucas pec comfortably, as embarrassing as it was, a little bit of drool crusted in the corner of your mouth. What could you say? The 7 hour flight on top of 4 hours of tacked on extra traveling and then nearly 3 hours of intense hooking up with your boyfriend that had the stamina of a stallion wiped you out to say the least. 

The room was still comfortably dark, just a sliver of light peeking through the blackout velvet curtains. 

You peeled your cheek off of his warm chest,  your eyes fluttering open to see your beautiful boyfriend sleeping beneath you still. You planted a gentle, loving kiss on his collarbone, before getting up and tending to your plans you had for the morning. Your loving, wonderful fiancee had gone through all of the planning of your trip on his own, because he wanted to surprise you. He’d known you’d always wanted to go to Salem, especially around Halloween which was your two’s special holiday.

You slip on your fluffy baby pink robe, adorned with bats that he’d bought you for the trip, as well as your nightmare before Christmas slippers and pad out to the kitchen. Your first line of business was to feed your black cat, Since it was your cat together, of course he was named Salem - Who was meowing and weaving between your legs, asking for his breakfast.

“I know baby I know baby!” You coo, picking him up and kissing his fluffy head as you walked to the kitchen. After you got him all settled, you got working on the Classic English Breakfast for Luca using the groceries that you’d ordered from instacart last night. Pork breakfast sausages, poached eggs, fried mushrooms and tomatoes, black pudding, and sourdough toast with lots of english butter, which you realized costed a whopping $6 opposed to it only being 2 back home. 

Just as you were getting everything plated on the table, you heard a cough come from the bedroom “Lu?” you called, hoping his throat felt a bit better then yesterday. Luca hated flying to say the least. 

“Are you cooking” he called back with a light cough. 

“Mm breakfast is made pretty boy” you went and stood at the doorway to see Salem had made his way to cuddle up on Lucas chest. “And petting him so close isn’t gonna help that dry throat” you told him, going over and kissing his forehead gently. 

He puckered his lips for a kiss and you lean down, brushing his messy blonde tufts out of his eyes and giving him a gentle kiss. “What did you make?” He asked softly when you pulled away, taking your hand and kissing the pads of your fingers gently. 

“I made you some green tea for that airplane throat, and your favorite, classic English- cmon. Let’s go curl up on the couch and watch Goosebumps” you told him and giggle as he pulled you to lay on top of him since Salem had went off to go play with his toys 

“Mmmmm - I don’t think that’ll be enough, I think I’m in the mood for something a little sweeter” he said softly in your ear before taking the lobe between your teeth and tugging gently. 

You giggled at the way he’d been awake  for not even 10 minutes and he was already trying to get you out of your robe this morning. 

“Breakfast, then dessert, let’s go handsome” you gently played with his pretty blonde locks and he hums. 

“I guess breakfast will get cold, mm” he said and kissed the side of your face lightly. “And I can tell you if your egg poaching skills have gotten any better” he teased, pushing up the bottom of your robe and squeezing your bum between his palms, trailing his hands up to your hips.

“It will- I know what those hands are up to” you giggled as they made their way back down to cup your heat through your panties. 

“They have a mind of their own in the mornings” he said with a small smirk. You hum and leaned in, kissing him deeply just enough to make him believe that he had won this little battle that he’d started with you, before pulling away and getting up with a frisky grin.

“Well it won’t be a fair judgment of my eggs if you let them get cold, Lu!” you giggled and made your way out to the dining room, leaving him cold in bed.

“You’re gonna pay for that - we don’t have anything planned today” he chuckled as he finally got up to follow you.

Tag List: @carmenberzattosgf @daysofyellowroses @mouseymilkovich @gallaghersgal @carmybrainworms @l4long-winded @babyspiderling @southsideserendipity @djlnkaled

[alacants]

Okay feel free to leave this in the depths of your ask box haha but I had to get it out. I don't think Sincaraz have a compelling dynamic at all? IDK the whole "Fedal 2.0" thing just feels manufactured a bit by ATP marketing. I simply feel there is a lack of matching each other's freak therefore I am obviously going to dump some rarepair discourse in your inbox sorry

Jannik seems like someone who's only really comfortable with the few people he's really close to & so in Fic Land I think that translates most compellingly to a friends to lovers thing with Matteo or Jack. Alternatively I think Janholger enemies to lovers is so fun. Angst/sexual tension of your rightful "destiny" on tour being "stolen" etc etc. Great hate sex potential.

I know Carlos pining over Jannik is a popular take but to be honest I think Carlos acts around Jannik the same way he acts around every man he meets (cuddly golden retriever) & people only notice it with Jannik because they're direct rivals. I honestly think the most fun Carlos ships are the more unexplored ones. Carlos & Grigor could be good (how are there no fics for them yet?). Or Ben? They vibe on the same silly level

dying, poor anon, based on the back-to-back asks you've been holding this in for a while, huh. re: your first ask, this is a safe space in the sense that i'm not going to respond with "but ACTUALLY it's REAL." at the same time you did just come to a known yapper with a prompt that is implicitly about metanarratives in sports fandoms.

because, i mean, that's the thing. this is a sports fandom. full of sports fans. the narratives on the court aren't just a vehicle for the personalities off the court—they're why we're here. and love it or hate it sincaraz is one of THE narratives. partly because, yeah, tennisworld is desperate for the next fedal.¹ but also partly because they play insane and unbelievable tennis against each other. we are always talking about miami and indian wells because no matter how many times you watch those points they never get more normal. 

like, the "carlos pining" take—you're coming at it from the perspective of how they interact backstage, so to speak. others are coming at it from the perspective of carlos talking up jannik as his biggest rival for two straight years, when he was the youngest no. 1 in history and jannik was Just Some Guy. "because they're direct rivals" IS the answer. (i know it wasn't actually a question.)

this is obviously not everyone's reason for shipping it or the only reason they ship it.² (and beloved mutuals please do NOT start an indirect back-and-forth through my inbox of "but actually carlos DOES treat jannik differently here's 39841038490 specific pieces of evidence" because i have a real job to do today.) just, it's not incidental to the appeal. it is the appeal.

just cut a gazillion words about early fedal and the future of tennis. ok your real message here is that the things you find most compelling have been underaddressed by fandom. this is fair. as someone who enjoys several ships that have nothing to do with rivalry or metanarratives and everything to do with They Just Really Like Each Other, i get where you're coming from. honest. i think with jannik/matteo in particularly you're looking at a promising future, like, we're in a shipping boom right now! whether that will translate to fic is an open question. (i feel like the jannik/jack miniboom didn't result in that much fic but i also didn't go looking because i am not compelled by jack draper. sorry beloved mutuals.) i believe in the power of matteo's face to deliver but i think maybe promptfest could be an early bellwether—there were quite a few jannik/matteo prompts.

(i'll also take this opportunity to note that i doooo hope that promptfest will produce some rarepair fills and prompt amnesty is ongoing. once again please don't flood the form with 20 prompts but if you want to drop one or two for a ship you can't believe is missing from the table…)

size is a challenge here. if the current iteration of tennis fandom were bigger sincaraz would still be the main course but at least you'd have other things to eat as well. rarepair would mean "ugh there's only a dozen fics in the tag" instead of "ugh there are zero fics in the tag." however that is somewhat out of our hands.

so the real, actual solution is… be the change you wish to see. this is not a very satisfying answer. believe me. beLIEVE me. i understand. but after MONTHS OF LABOR³ i'm starting to see the fruits of my rareishpair efforts and i believe you can too. take your character insights and flesh them out a bit, string a couple anecdotes into a narrative (optional), add some illustrative visuals, boom. mayafritzes' janholger post totally sold me and i think a lot of other people! (would loooove to read jannik/holger/invisible presence of carlos alcaraz fic.) of the ships you mention i would particularly enjoy seeing you or someone else do this for ben/carlos. :D if you can seed the ground with a fic that also helps. 

sorryyyyy i realize you're just venting and not asking for either deep analysis or action items. this is the risk of coming to my askbox though. 😔 best of luck finding food that is better suited to your palate, i hope you don't have to cook it ALL for yourself. :(

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¹ this is a strategy that is destined to fail btw. which makes it especially appealing (meta)narratively. they built a statue of us / and they put it on a mountaintop…

² re: jannik: i am actually totally on the same page with you in that i think he VERY much wouldn't be comfortable around carlos. the difference is that i think that just makes the fic potential more interesting. SORRYYYYYYYY.

³ obviously this is exaggeration for comedic effect… to a point. people here were shipping it already and it's the fact that i did see a brief discussion in the ferru tag that finally pushed me get on tumblr instead of just pour all my thoughts directly into bff texts. but the discussion had yet to produce fic. so, rolls up sleeves. hasn't escaped me that fic #5 is yet to appear tho.

[discluded]

Build Jakapan, Daemi's Poi, and other individuals stepping forward

I like my peace, but this situation is very serious and deserves to be documented clearly for the international/English-speaking fanbase, which was my original goal of archivism on Tumblr. Some of the posts have already been deleted and others will be washed away with the sands of Twitter time.

Please do not talk about this in terms of "drama" or "tea" because that does a disservice to the victims and people here on Tumblr who may have lived through these experiences watching you treat their trauma like nonsense.

I have no stake in this and do not claim to know the full truth. However, rather than seeing everyone vague about what's happening, I want to provide an account of what people on Twitter are seeing above the noise. I will try to keep this post updated with important developments when appropriate.

My only ask is please don't comment to my inbox about this post. I understand your anger and hurt, but I need to take care of my own well-being. Make a dummy account if you want to talk about it; I will not censor the comments section of post as long as you are reasonable and not victim-blaming.

Finally, please be kind to each other, including Pond (as long as he is doing the right thing) and [Jan 23 update: lmfao fuck Pond] the other actors in BOC given that Poi specifically said she hid this from the cast, and also especially fans who loved Build and were blindsided. There is no "deserved" to be upset, people who invest their love and free time into something are allowed to be hurt... the only thing that matters about a person's integrity is how they choose to act with this information.

tw: domestic violence, intimate partner violence, abuse, threats, photos of bruises, rape, miscarriage

On approximately Jan 19 2022, right after the BOC line-up announcement), Daemi announced they would be breaking up as a writing duo, which prompted fans to speculate about the future of Kinnporsche season 2. Daemi as a writing duo is made up of two members: Yok and Poi.

In the next day or so, Poi insinuated that Build had stolen the idea for 4 Minutes from her and given it to Sammon, who then helped cut her [Poi] out of involvement in the new series. Build responded to this by publicly crying and issuing a statement, going above BOC's management. Pond was with Mile in Pairis at the time/flying home and responded to Instagram comments that they would investigate fully before issuing a statement.

Approximately the next day, on Jan 22 2022 local time, Poi came out with a statement and chat logs with proof that she used to be in a relationship with Build, and he had cheated on her, financially manipulated her, physically abused her, and threatened to kill her.

The original translator is a ManUtd fan and had no involvement in the fandom but took the time to do the translation since it was blowing up on Thai twitter and known fandom translators were not doing them. They then deleted those tweets after being harassed by Build's fans, but has continued to tweet about the situation.

(please click on the image for the full translation of the chat, I stacked them to save space)

Here is an additional Thai summary of Poi's claims and an english translation of that.

Some people noted that in the original IGS where Poi references this abuse on approximately Jan 19, she used stock images from Pinterest. Those claims included that she had a miscarriage due to the fact he had hit her so hard. Poi again confirmed that she had a miscarriage and noted she had hospital documents to back up her claim. She also addressed the comment that she used stock images due to the fact that Instagram is a visual social media.

Poi also confirmed that the legal process was already started. Given her history with the BOC cast, she might have also felt the need to get the story out of accusations of her lying and starting "drama" about the situation by posting her chat logs and photos.

Subsequently, Build shared messages that Poi had sent him regarding a situation with a sponsor in an attempt to make her look like a "crazy" woman, but incriminated himself and deactivated on Jan 22 2022 (possibly temporarily).

During this time, additional people came forward about being a victim of Build. One Thai fan came forward about knowing another of Build's former girlfriends, who was the victim of gang rape. However, the OP is getting permission from this individual to tell the story first and so the story may not be released to the public. Update Feb 10: Most likely false. (leaving text here for honesty that this rumor existed and debunked)

Another one of Build's ex-girlfriends, who was previously silenced and shamed by his fans, confirmed again that she was physically assaulted by Build 8 years ago.

I will not add the tweets with evidence of Build cheating on Poi/involvement with other women while supposedly dating one of them as while cheating on a partner is bad, it is a personal indiscretion and not a crime unlike the situations highlighted above.

As for the fact that both authors in Daemi sexually harassed other actors in KPTS, I am not excusing those actions. People, notably WOMEN, should not have to be perfect victims to be believed. You don't have to like Poi or approve of her past actions to think she does not deserve to be abused.

Additionally, if you believe that Poi's past actions are indicative of her character, I want to clarify why people were upset with him in summer 2022 since that was not documented on Tumblr either. Having bad opinions online is not a crime, but they do show a pattern of behavior from him from attitudes to actions. Build's comments/attitudes from that situation are consistent with his abuser behavior that is documented above. (1) (2) (3) (4)

Any additional documentation from past victims will be a link to the reblog since I will run out of image space on Tumblr. I will not document things like BOC suspending Build for the time being since those are widely seen and have an English translation.

Final update update as of Feb 10, 2023: Updated on the false allegations about rape and this being debunked since it's important. Please do not ask me for updates about him; I don't care about him, he makes me miserable, people whose careers I do care about don't have to deal with him anymore. Please do not make me responsible for your mental health.

Jan 28, 2023: Build has left BOC. At this point, there's nothing else I can provide as context in English that will change people's minds so let's respect that this will be processed in a court like it should have been in the first place. Take care of yourselves friends.

Final notes: Genuinely fuck Pond.

Jan 25 2023: link to the latest post with evidence from Poi and Mynk

Jan 23 2023: Kind anonymous provided IDs which have been added. Clarified position on Pond, with link to latest comment. I have more posts with translations from Thai twitter and will update another day.

Please take care of yourselves and your mental health. 🙏

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Assorted Eddie Coming to the Hendersons for Thanksgiving Thoughts

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote about these two. I've missed them. If you guys want to see more, my inbox is always open. Also we're setting this sometime post series where everything is fine, don't worry about it.

Okay, so first things first, holidays are always a bit tricky for Lucy and her family

In my version of things, her and Dustin's father died and in order to be close to her family that's what prompted Claudia to move them to Hawkins

The Hendersons are their dad's family so while they're still considered family, it can be hard because the absence of her father is felt by everyone

But they always put out a nice spread and they have *thoughts* about Lucy bringing Eddie with her to Thanksgiving

Eddie is absolutely sweating bullets the entire ride there

He's never done the whole meeting the parents thing, let alone meeting the whole family

Yes, Claudia accepted him almost immidiately, but he knows for a fact Lucy's grandparents (on Claudia's side) don't like him and now he's going to be facing down aunts and uncles and cousins and another set of grandparents

Lucy is nothing be reassuring the entire time, but it does little to help his nerves since Lucy has a habit of assuming everyone is like her and willing to give him the benefit of the doubt (they're not)

It is very easy for him to get overwhelmed upon arrival; the Henderson are loud and there are a lot of them

Lucy did her best to give him the run down, but frankly there are only so many names he can be expected to memorize

He decides to hide himself away in the kitchen for a while since 1) that's there Lucy is helping all her grandma, aunts and female cousins cook, 2) he cannot even pretend to know anything about football and 3) that is where the food is

This actually works to his benefit since he's quickly put to work chopping and the fact he's willing to help without grumbling endears him

I'm convinced Eddie can be an absolute hit with grandmas when given the chance; Wayne taught him at least some manners, he's very adaptable to an audience, and he eats enthusiastically

Honestly Eddie can turn on the charm if he wants to and he is laying it on thick to the point some of Lucy's female cousins might be curling their hair a bit

However, he can't stay in there forever, and eventually he has to face the male cousins and uncles

(Yes there is a clear division of labor based on gender norms, this is the midwest in the 80s/early 90s)

Dustin is one of the youngest of the whole family and he's used that position to try to hype up the younger cousins about Eddie so they're more inclined to think he's cool

He pulls Eddie outside and while neither of them know what they're doing in terms of sports; Eddie is absolutely willing to play with the younger kids which prompts some of them to question how he's Lucy's boyfriend of all people

The older cousins are a bit more catious; Lucy lands in the middle in terms of age so they're all not sold on the guy with long hair and tatoos

Uncles are also divided as they feel the need to put on the dad routine since Lucy's father isn't there to do the job

I think what might start to win them over is hearing that Eddie does know cars and has a job to fall back on besides "rockstar"

Eddie also doesn't do the macho man thing and does not hide how much he cares about Lucy, and Dustin too

The only thing that would get tongues clucking if is Lucy and Eddie shared a room since they live together

Claudia would do her best to smooth things over, but while the Henderson's aren't necessarily religous there are certain, let's just say expectations

Overall though, Eddie is able to survive relatively unscathed with at least a sense that he'll be welcomed back next year

[whorekneecentral]

yk whenever I think of jack, I think of something like having mutual friends and sometimes hanging out all together and they're... attracted to each other but they never did anything abt it ... so there's a lot of tension??? so like... that and then prompt 26. “I've never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in my life” ??? you see what I mean ??? - lewis anon

this fucks so hard, you have no idea - also I forgot this was in my inbox and I was in the mood to write jack so banger tbh // prompt: “I've never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in my life” 

"C'mere," Ruben pats the spot next to him, letting you squeeze in between him and Jack but at this point, you were better off sitting on Jack's lap from how close you were to him.

Erling had everyone over for some sort of team building night, it really was just an excuse to relax and unwind before the last few games of the season. Ruben had brought you along as his plus one, no you weren't dating, it didn't change from the last million times everyone had asked.

Ruben was telling a story from their pre season training, you could tell Jack wasn't paying attention to the story. His arm around you, resting on the back of the couch and his fingers traced little shapes into your bare shoulder.

You excuse yourself, going to the kitchen to get something to drink. The way his place was situated, they couldn't see into the kitchen from the living room.

It wasn't a big shocker that Jack followed you into the kitchen, he seems to linger around you.

"Want some?" You asked, offering your glass to him. There was a little smudge on it from where your lipstick had come off.

Jack takes the glass, drinking from the same spot. "You look nice tonight," he says, handing the glass back to you.

"Opposed to looking ugly other nights?" You asked, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes, "you know what I mean, y/n."

"Do I, Jack?"

"Yeah, you do."

"What do you mean, Jack? Gimme a little refresher hm?"

The man steps closer to you, pinning you between him and the counter, his hands on either side of you. "I mean I've never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in my life."

"Then why don't you do something about that?" Your eyes meet his and Jack takes that as his sign to close the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours. You can feel his hands wandering, pulling you flush against him. Your own hand resting on his jaw, head tipped back when he moves to kiss along your neck.

"Are you serious?!" The man groans, "not my kitchen go find a room," Erling shoos you two from the kitchen, making you laugh.

[infiniteeight8]

Anon here from the last two (presumably). I meant to specify IronStrange for both of those.

But since I’m in your inbox again, might as well get in a third prompt… (Also IronStrange)

“Why do you believe in me? No one else does.”

I confess, the IronStrange prompts so outnumber the Steter prompts that I assume people are asking for IronStrange unless specified. *wry* But I do encourage people to include the pairing, just to be safe!

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“Why do you believe in me? No one else does.”

Stephen pauses and looks over at Tony. They’re sitting on the couch, eating Chinese food and brainstorming strategies for approaching the next half dozen crises on the Timeline of the Future. After arriving in 2016 Stephen had come straight to Tony for help, so he supposes he can see the relevance of the question, but the phrasing makes him want to smack a few people. 

“14 million futures,” Stephen reminds him. “I know from experience that you’re the best person to guide the timeline toward a victory.”

Tony stares at the timeline rather than meet Stephen’s gaze. “14 million failures,” he says.

Stephen puts down his food and turns to face Tony. “Tony, look at me.” It takes a minute, but eventually Tony mirrors Stephen’s position. “You are not solely responsible for saving the future, the universe, the world, or even this city,” Stephen says firmly. “Those 14 million failures are our collective 14 million failures. The Masters of the Mystics Arts are specifically charged with protecting reality, and we didn’t even know Thanos was coming until Bruce fell through the Sanctum’s roof. 

“This isn’t a job any of us can do alone,” Stephen goes on. “We need a lot more pieces on the board. But of everyone I met in those 14 million futures, you’re the one who saw it coming. You’re the one who showed he could make sacrifices, solve problems, swallow his pride, have the right person on speed dial, whatever we needed.” 

Pausing, Stephen forces himself to take a breath. 

“You can’t do this alone,” he says finally, “but the rest of us can’t do it without you.”

Looking into Tony’s eyes, Stephen sees a weight on his soul that he regrets, but it’s the truth.

“Promise me,” Tony says intently, “that you won’t leave me on my own.”

At least he can help bear that weight. “I promise,” Stephen swears, with all the weight a Sorcerer can put on an oath. 

A small flare of magic demonstrates just how binding that promise is.

Seeing the gratitude and relief in Tony’s eyes, Stephen doesn’t regret it one bit.

[auniverseforgotten]

I am snuffling in your inbox and nosing about the ao3 wrapped [writers edition]: 6, 10, 11, 15, 16, 26, 29, 30

WAHOOOOOOO WELCOME TO MY INBOX WOLFIE ask game is here for anyone who wants to do it or send anything in!

6. Favorite title you used?

HONESTLY THE SUCKY PART IS MY FAVORITE TITLE IS FOR A FIC I'M WORKING ON RIGHT NOW DFXCGV and I don't know if I can get the first chapter out tonight [I feel like it's not really countable unless it's ON ao3 since this is ao3 wrapped not writer's wrapped] so I'll use something else BUT WHEN IT GOES UP IT'S THAT ONE.

Anyway I would say prooooooooobably please god don't let this be my legacy just because it hits me hard and it feels so unfair that Salieri is the way he is like. THAT'S ALL FAKE. IT'S ALL FAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE ;A; at least Fate acknowledges it's rumors unlike Amadeus, the Rock Opera one, Pushkin, etc. NO HATE TO ANY OF THOSE I'm sure they're also good I'm just whining because he was SUCH A GOOD MAN and he deserved BETTER.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I thiiiink it's either The Gospel Truth or Buon Compleanno!! (Sorry About Your Sleep). I know Buon Compleanno was one day bcus I was like OH SHIT SALIERI BIRTHDAY TODAY??? I just can't remember if Gospel Truth was the same. Included bcus I'd been floundering on the prompt I had for AGES, finally scrapped it, and boom out in a day or so.

Could also be From the Heart which I wrote to try and manifest Dantes and it DID NOT WORK though i do have him now.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

I feeeeeel like that's gonna be Do You Miss Us? because it had a lot of moving parts and also I was struggling on what to keep and what to leave. It mostly stayed the same is the thing, which is why I would count it over others. I'm not counting O Fortuna because that is the longest but it's also not complete.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

I am taking ALL MY WIPS INTO NEXT YEAR with me NO WIP LEFT BEHIND though if we're talking published, O Fortuna. I do also have a WIP in the Enchanted Forest Chronicles fandom but I need to do a reread and rewrite the entire first chapter [and only one currently] because I don't really like how it reads anymore....I may just repost it so that people can have the old chapter if they like? Idk, it won't be for a while yet so I have time to think.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

To everyone's surprise, angst. That me it me it my brand my good ol tasty angst juice get it while it's gut-wrenching.

26. What’s your most common category?

M/M, not too surprising given that most of my writing is the composer blorbos sxdfcghv or the sad Irish blorbos or the sad Welsh blorbos. I WILL WRITE MORE LADIES I WILL.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I liked a lot of the lines I did, especially in saliama fics bcus there's so much to mess with there. But I would say the apocalypse from Requiem is big vibes for me. Context is the Russian Lostbelt ending and Salieri dies with it, instead of being added to the throne. He was called there to fix the Mozart issue, he fixed it, and now. There's nowhere for him to go. <3

For an apocalypse, it is a beautiful one. Mountains crack and crumble, massive sheets of rock glimmering out of existence right before they strike the shifting ground. Great cracks appear underneath the snow and ice, underneath the piano and his feet, hissing with fading magic. Salieri turns from the crumbling world around him to look at the stars, as one by one they lose their light. The moon shudders, cracks in two, and pours liquid light from the sky. Silvery and oh so cold, he watches it wash away mountains, buildings, battlefields all in one. Darkness chases the light, plunging the land piece by piece into eternal night.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Not to sound self-deprecating because I know that's how it sounds but uhhhh probably the fact that people wanted to read my fics? Like November of last year I was like oh man people like my fic enough to read them...that's so cool....and now I'm like OH MAN I'VE MADE FRIENDS WITH SO MANY COOL PPL BCUS OF THE BLORBOS.

I dunno. Every time I'm in a new fandom there's that feeling of I'm never going to be a good enough writer for this, why am I trying, and for a few bigger fandoms like Tolkien and Star Wars I never escaped that feeling so I stopped trying. But then you and other people in the Fate fandom really kept me going because you liked my work?? The reason I feel confident enough in writing the blorbos is thanks to all of you. ;w; Hell I have like seven transformers wips now because of Tea's encouragement [love u Tea]

And it's the same for pairings too, I've had a couple mutuals who REALLY boosted my confidence with writing fionndiar or beditris for example and it...really helps me keep going. I know the first rule is write for yourself but I like to share and it's so nice that people like my writing enough to read it and even nicer when they like it enough to let me know they liked it. ;w;

So what I'm SAYING is the biggest surprise was getting to know so many really nice people and making good friends. ;w; Yes yes the power of friendship I CAN HEAR YOU CACKLING FROM HERE WOLFIE.

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK <3

[sinners-if]

Hello there friends, it’s been a minute, but I have some good news for everyone that has waited. There is a lot, so I highlighted key words if you're searching for a specific piece of news.

1. Sinners Chapter Two: "There's nothing to be afraid of," will be out to the beta testers at the end of this month (January). Once the demo has gone through those edits, I will be releasing the demo to Patreon (go to #3) members. They will have one week of early access before the public release. I am estimating the public release to be the last week of February. Fingers crossed.

2. Because of this launch, I am clearing my inbox of the story drabbles. I apologize, but those sort of prompts and small stories will be a lot of the Sinners monthly content on Patreon. I will not be deleting the list here, but if you want more..

3. So, my Patreon. I will be launching my patreon "veswrites" in the next couple days. It will have 3 tiers for now: $2, $5, and $15. All of them will have access to the Sinners early access link. I have been back and forth on starting a Patreon for many months now, would I be able to create enough content, would anyone be interested, etc... but even if I have just one member, the urge and the push to create will help me a great deal in the long run. This is truly what I love doing, even with having to learn how to code.

4. Let's talk about @mannaheim-if . I've changed my plan from posting chapter by chapter for this WIP like I am doing with Sinners, and instead I will be releasing the story in its entirety for a very small fee (probably around $5). I will be working on it with Sinners concurrently, but after Chapter One is released that's it. Unless you're a top tier Patreon member, where the link to the Manna-Heim WIP will be updated gradually, chapter by chapter, when ready. The other tiers will also get MH content such as sneak peaks and material on side characters. I am actively looking for an artist to do some character art for this WIP! So if you know of someone or are that someone, I would love to talk.

That was a lot and I know I've been absent for awhile, but I hope you will stick around to see these two interactive stories come to fruition and maybe even see some others. 2022 was a very rough year for me, but I am looking forward to a much greater and brighter 2023 for me and for you :)

Skål.

-Ves

[the-s1lly-corner]

ATTENTION CREEPYPASTA FANS/REGARDING THE 1K CELEBRATION ONE SHOT!

The votes are in, and creepypasta has won the vote for what I will write to celebrate hitting 1k followers on this blog! As well as this, Eyeless Jack won the majority vote! Originally, when I made the first poll to determine the fandom, I was going to come up with my own plot... However I fell in love with the idea of you guys helping me build a fic together.. And to keep up with that theme, I'm going to allow you guys to send in prompts; I will likely either host a raffle or a final vote, then finally! I will start writing! Below will be the rules and requirements in order to submit anything, and I urge you all to read this carefully so your idea can be added into the mix! More info will be under the cut!

As said, Eyeless Jack has been selected for the one shot, a win for Eyeless Jack fans! While prompts don't need to be centered around things that are unique to Jack, you're more than welcome to follow along his traits!

So How Do We Submit A Prompt?

I feel that it will be easier for me to keep track of prompts through the inbox, just as my other requests. However this has the opportunity to get messy and confusing fast. So if you're sending in a suggestion for the one shot, I ask that you very clearly specify so! Otherwise I won't be able to know and I will treat it as I would any normal request. So I ask that you please put somewhere in your suggestion that this it is for the fic!

What Is Allowed To Be Sent In?

The same general rules of this blog still apply! I will accept anything that isn't NSFW, Abvse, or kink adjacent! You CAN send in something romantic, platonic, fluff, angst, ect! Really if you want a deeper look into what is and isn't allowed I recommend looking into my pinned post!

What Can We Expect From The Fic?

The plot obviously, is still undecided. However, the fic is most likely going to be an Eyeless Jack x Reader one shot! As per usual for this blog, the reader will be GN, so you can easily put yourself or your oc in your shoe! I don't have a set length in mind for the fic, as my writing tends to vary, but I do intend on it being decent length! I don't want to put a goal word count in fear of intimidating myself, but I do intend to aim for over 1.5k! The fic will be posted here, and will get it's own unique tag so it can more easily found!

Why The Long Wait?

I am hosting each segment of this process for a week before moving onto the next step. This is because Tumblr only has two options for poll lengths and the one week time frame just stuck. One week to determine fandom, one week to pick a character, and this time is going to be no different! As well as the final piece of this; taking into account it's going to take me a few days to write the fic and (hopefully) revise it... writing is hard, but I also want everyone to have more than enough time to put their votes/ideas into this, as it's a celebration of this blog and your guys' support!

Will there be future fics?

I'm unsure, I would hope so! This fic is of course for a milestone but I do hope to one day write at least one fic per creepypasta character that I do write for

The poll below is irrelevant to the post, and serves more so as a in post timer to remind me to take the next step of this little event, time blindness is very real and very..... blugh

tagging this with my usual characters/as if it were a group post to help get this out there so those who want to participate can

[dearlymrme]

Hi! With the prompts list, could we get 138 with Terzo after one of his many many falls? Maybe he was a bit more injured than everyone thought and his partner wants to make him feel better without him hurting himself more?

Be Me: You know you should really post one of these drafts in your inbox and let people know your still alive instead of procrastinating and playing video games.

Be Me Also:...But video games...

Better Than Vicodin...(Terzo x Reader)

Terzo x Reader || Oral Sex || 69

Terzo has split feelings when it comes to that firm look in your eyes. The look that tells him there is no room for argument with what you have to say next. On the one hand it sends fire to his loins that one command could have him on his knees and kissing your feet. On the other hand it has him pouting his lip and insisting that, it was just one little slip, he’s fine.

But you don’t believe him. You put your hand firmly to his chest and maneuver him towards the bed. As the back of his knees hits the mattress his cock gives a firm twitch of interest and he swallows a suddenly dry mouth.

"Lay back."

He groans as he sinks down on the heating pad you had prepared and tries not to prove you right, that the small twinge in his back is nothing to be worried about. But as the heat presses against his sore spot, he can't help but sigh in relief.

"Cara, I am fine." He tries to argue. Not wanting to admit that it feels so much better. "A little fall on stage and-" As he goes to shuffle and fails to hide the wince as his lower back loudly complains. You give him a very unimpressed stare, keep your hand firmly to his chest, holding him back against the pad.

“It was not a little trip, Terzo.” You growl, and he snaps his mouth shut at your domineering tone of voice. You see his throat flush, one of the only ways to tell he’s flustered with his paint on. And his pupils are blown nearly eclipsing the white of his trademark eye. You catch him glancing down at your lips, then back at your eyes, and your lips again, focus divided between the two. You huff, honestly, this man, easy to read. He could very well have a neck brace and still wanna screw.

“Really?” You ask him and glance down at his cock, a firm outline in his pants. He gives you a bright and boyish grin with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re hot when you're bossy.” You scoff and can’t help the smile. The upturn quirk of your lip tells him he may have a chance, and he tries to bargain. “Can we?”

“No moving.” You command the only condition. The speed at which he nods, he could very well take his own head off.

“Promise, I promise-”

“I mean it, Papa. You let me handle all the work." His breath draws sharply as your hand creeps down to his hard-on and squeezes him through his jeans. He gives a satisfied groan from contact, and his shoulders go lax.

"Nothing better to distract from some pain than an orgasm, hmm?" You snicker, getting a slow and dumb nod of his head.

He grunts obligingly as your hands go to expertly unbuckle his pants. You look up at him under your lashes as you bend down and unfasten his zipper with your teeth, his eyes widen at the sight.

"Fuck." He gasped, slack jawed from your performance, and relieved of the tight pressure confined to his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull down his jeans and ignores the tiniest twinge to his spine. You click your tongue at him, catching that wince and give his dig another hard squeeze.

"Be a good boy and keep still." This causes his exhale to shudder and his hands to fist the comforter. You take him out of his pants. He jerks at the first touch of your lips, wasting no time and pumping him once. Precum drips from the head onto your hand with your one solitary stroke before you swirl your tongue over the salty head of his cock, gathering the clear bead at the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

"Che cazzo." He slurs, unable to take his eyes off you. His hand comes to rest on the crown of your head, fingers playing with your soft hair. You're a sight when you're like this. He'd be insane if his did like seeing your on your knees with his cock in yoyr mouth.

He starts to wiggle in anticipation as you tongue at his head, and you grumble, pulling off.

"I said…" And he grunts when you pin his thighs to the bed, your arms pressed against them. "No moving."

He whines, cock throbbing in your hand as he's forced still, forced only to sit back, enjoy, and do little else.

"Okay." He blows out between his teeth. Face scrunched in consternation. "I'm sorry. Please-?" Having such a powerful man, the most powerful figurehead of the church reduced to a begging and lust dumb man, did things to you. It makes your body sing with strength and your toes curl. It had you vibrating from every pore to see him with wide pleading eyes, and his mouth fell open in quick breaths as he begs.

You hum at the sight, also searching his face for pain or discomfort and when you fail to see any you grant him mercy and push his cock back into your mouth.

What you could not fit in your mouth yet you gripped at the base and squeezed him just the way he liked.

He watched, his breathing erratic. You would not take your eyes off him. His mouth opened in barely withheld moans and eyes half-closed.

You lowered your head, gradually sinking inch by inch down his cock. An explanative curse from your Papa's mouth followed by steady encouragement as you lather your tongue over the underside of his cock as you slip further down to the point of gagging.

You hadn't fully been able to swallow him, but it was a near thing, and you weren't going to stop there. Determination had you tightening your fist over his cock as you slid up and off him to catch your breath, then you went straight back to work.

Each backdraw and forward you go a little bit deeper and a little bit faster. The muscles of your throat burning as you successfully manage to take him whole, the wiry curls of hair at his base pressed against your nose. You paused for a moment before hollowing your cheeks.

"Fuck!" Terzo cursed, practically whimpering. He gave a petulant whine and you feel his thighs fight against your pinning arms but he fails to break your hold. Your eyes start to gum with tears as your throat burns against the need to gag.

"Fuuuuck." He hisses hoarsely, the entire time he watches you, hypnotized as he watches your mouth suck him down and shudders when he sees the lightest bulge in your throat. You moan, earning an appreciative and wrecked sound from your Papa from the vibration.

Your own core clenches over nothing. He sounds like such a little whore and it sparks fire in your veins, igniting your entire body in heat and then centering between your legs. Your hand reaches and presses down on the seam resting perfectly against your clit and you grind down against it, grinding it against your cunt. Another moan around his cock causes Terzo's breath to catch in his throat and his thighs to jump against your hold.

You can feel your own slick in your underwear, knowing you're soaked. Turning him into a quivering mess always serves to rile you up.

"Wait. Wait." He grumbles and gives a very gentle pull of your hair, sliding you off his cock. "Come on. Hop on my face." He pleads and your brows raise to your crown. He gives you look his own desperate whine

"It won't hurt. Please? Let me eat you out, bella." He begs, his mouth suddenly parched for your juices. You do suppose that if he's resting back, it won't put too much strain on him. You give the head of his cock a sweet goodbye kiss before giving in and unbuttoning your jeans.

Terzo makes a show of licking his lips as you shimmy out of your pants and underwear, and he smirks at the very obvious wet spot of your panties. He pats his chest, encouraging you to hurry and eager to get his mouth on you. You swing your leg over his torso, settling with your forearms on his thighs, and angle yourself backward. You give a playful wave of your hips in his face and shriek when his hands roughly hook around your thighs, snatched your hips, and he all but crushed your cunt into his mouth.

Starting with a single solid strike of his tongue against your folds, a slutty moan spills from his lips. His shoulders heave and he buries himself deeper into your mounds. There's the loud sound of his sucking your clit into his mouth and a spike of pleasure runs through your spine.

"Bella donna." He praises into your pussy and laps through your folds, quickly matching the speed you had been performing on his cock. It takes you a moment to get your bearings before you grab his dick, shining wet from your spit and his precum, before you take it back into your moan and quickly resume where you left off, sliding back down to the base.

He groans into your cunt and moves his assault to your clit, taking the tender button of nerves into his mouth and sucking. Your shriek of sudden overstimulation is hardly heard over your mouthful and your hips bounce to try and get away as it's too much at once, a flare of sharp pleasure making you desperately wish for his cock stuffed in your cunt. He makes up for it though, stuffing two fingers into your sopping wet pussy and then hooks. He immediately finds your g-spot and flutters his fingers against it. Your thighs quiver and more tears spill from your eyes and drool and spit runs down your chin.

"Coming close." He groans slurred words of love. Your jaw is getting tired, so you decide to finish him off with flourish.

You back off him, slathering the head of his member with your tongue before pinning it to the roof of your mouth, his glands feels heavy, precome slick against your soft palate. You grip the rest of his cock with your hand. Running your thumb firmly over the underside base of his cock. Then you suck, hard.

"Jesus Christ!" Is ripped from his mouth, echos in the room, and the nails of his other hand dig into your thighs. Your forearms flex as you fight his hips from jerking and give him another firm suck. The pressure it creates against the roof of your mouth is as tight as your cunt when you come.

"Y-you beaut-Ah! Aah!!" He manages a thrust, nearly all his strength put into the one bounce of his hips that has his dick slipping from your palate down your throat. The sudden intrusion almost hurts, but you battered through and pushed down, rearing your hand back and spanking his quivering thighs hard as punishment for moving.

You tongue against the underside of his dick you feel his vein twitching with each jet of his release as he throbs in your throat. You pop off to cough and clear your throat, stroking his hard once from base to head, earning one more jet of cum that you expertly catch on your tongue.

"Bellissimo." He sighs and melts into the bed, blissful. His eyes half-closed and unfocused. For all of a few seconds, then they sharpen with purpose and he buries his face into your pussy and eats like a man starved.

Pulsing bliss starts to bloom in your abdomen as now that he's found his release, he chases after yours like a hound to a fox. The point of his tongue pressing and rolling hard, working your clit as a man who experts in providing the female orgasm, alternating between fingerings you and tongue fucking you with scathing hunger. The obscene noises of your dick sucking turned into degenerate smacking of his lips as he slathering your cunt like it's candy, filling his otherwise quiet room.

Your thighs start to quiver, start to burn from exertion as you keep yourself up. His fingers work inside you, fluttering and curling still proding against that sinful bundle of nerves, and a wave of intense bliss shatters through your body. You writhed and sobbed, rocking your hips back against his seeking fingers and mouth and begging him for more.

You reach your end like the snap of a wire. Shrieking, back arching, pressing your face to his lower stomach and clutching at his thighs. Riding back against his mouth and fingers as you chase the euphoria, pleasure coursing through your veins glowing and burning through your cells like a sun until you are a limp shaking mess.

Terzo laps at your cum, purring low in his throat like a cat enjoying the finest of creams. He swipes, scooping with both his fingers and tongue to get every last drop, sends aftershocks of shivers through your body, goosebumps rising on your clammy skin. After eating you hollow, he gives your pussy a kiss and slides his hands up your thighs, stroking them gently.

"You're right, cara. I do feel better."

*Alternatively.

"Lay back." You press, and he whines as he does as he told, giving a soft and relieved grunt as his lower back hits the awaiting heat pad.

You then hop into bed with him grasping the remote and turning on the TV. Through the normally quiet room, the theme of F.R.I.E.N.D.S begging to play.

Despite his soreness, there is no hesitation when you both clap your hands.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/12/2024

I’m back! Two weeks in a row!

Very good Nerdie. We appreciate this. We’ve been keeping tabs and you’ve been busy this week.

I did dabble in a few things this week.

A new discord server started by myself and my friend fhatbhabie for Latinx/Black/POC Pedro stans. It’s one of those things where I shouldn't have been as surprised by the overwhelming support for it as I was. It’s actually been pretty awesome and I’ve had very thoughtful DMs. The name of the server is Unhinged Clubhouse.

I wrote my first mostly smut fic in a while with Dave York. Trule wasn’t expecting him of all Pedro characters but, the smut fairy does what she wants, when she wants and I just gotta roll with it. It was another entry for Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. 

Going through my inbox - mostly caught up but still a few outstanding replied to be made. Sorry about that.

Lastly, working on WIPs and deciding in addition to working more on Weddings 101 with Dieter, which other series I’ve been working on did I want to pop out there? Frankie and Ezra’s series are finished and I think I might wrap up the on Din series in the next part or two. The other Din series I have to workshop a bit. I have ideas of who I want to pop up next from Star Wars, I just need to work it in. 

Also Weddings Dieter: Sesame Street, Reading Rainbow and cheese? How do we feel about this? I also could use some help in deciding between the following for my next series: Marcus Pike vs. hot dogs + therapy, me finally writing nice things for Javi P, Dieter + brick house + you and a baby, and Pero Tovar + Dragon for revenge? 

Lastly, does anyone have some prompts for nipples? It sounds weird, but consider, this is me. Also with @mysterious-moonstruck-musings influence, I have a weird bullet point list and made a horrible drawing. I just need to write something so it will leave my mind. I hope. 

Side note: Nerdie now has reblogs queued up to July 21st. The queue shall know no rest! 😎

Nerdie, like are you sure there’s no recreational use of anything? Like really sure?

Nah, these ideas are all from a sober mind. And I shudder to think what I would be like if I did, so I don’t partake. Mainly because I’m a scaredy cat and also my alcohol tolerance is low. Plus I like mixed drinks. 🤭

Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part:

Fic recommendations! I read a lot this week!

1. Worth A Thousand Words by @intoanotherworld23 (Joel Miller x f reader)

2. Chapter 1 - Howdy Neighbor! by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x Plus sized OFC)

3. A Rugged Kindness by @pedropascalsx (Pero Tovar x F reader)

4. Just the Lilac by @djarinmuse (Dieter Bravo x F reader/OC)

5. Torment Part 2 - Terror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

6. Torment Part 3 - Horror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

7. Torment Part 4 - Wounded by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

8. Torment Part 5 - Victims by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

9. Torment Part 6 - Trauma by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

10. Torment Part 7 - Healing by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

11. Fall Into You by @megamindsecretlair (Kevin Atwater x black fem/plus size reader)

12. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 1: Meat Cute by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

13. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 2: One Bed by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

14. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 3: Happily Ever After by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

15. So Much Goddamn Talkin’ by @stargirlfics (Joel Miller x Black fem reader)

16. To the Flame chapter fourteen by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) DDDE

17. Scattered Promises chapter 1 by @soft-persephone (Din Djarin x AFAB OFC)

18. Waffles and Cigarettes by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x fem reader)

This week I hope to have a new series up, maybe chapter six of Weddings 101 and my entry for the Dieter Bravo Brainrot Serve club challenge (it’s slightly over the word count - I’m going to see if it will still make sense on another edit). I dunno if all of those will happen, but at least one of them should. 

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! 🥰 💜💜💜

[notmonsters]

RESPOND TO THE FOLLOWING PROMPTS OOC , THEN TAG OTHERS YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

roleplayer name: Taea 💛

roleplayer pronouns: she / her 💛

muse name: Zack Fair 💛

preferred communication: Tumblr ims or Discord 💛

experience: Oh goodness , what year is this ?? I've been on tumblr since 2012 , which is hard to believe . I still have my first ever blog and every now and again still write on it ! So , if you're ever curious let me know . I've been roleplaying since 2009 / 2010 .

preferred roleplay type: Paras / novella . Here's the deal , I always tell myself to keep it short . . . and then short becomes like 6 paragraphs . So , that's that . I think the only things I've managed to keep short are texting threads [ [ mostly on wire ] ] , and crack threads on the dash . . . and even then , those always seem to get serious for me .

pet peeves & dealbreakers: I tend to give people a lot chances and wiggle room when it comes to this . I'm pretty patient with a lot of things , too . If I had to pick two things , it's being ghosted you thought someone was your friend , and I would say too many NSFW / NSFT images on the dash . On the first point , I love making friends . I have made dozens of friends over my decade on this website and I cherish each and every one of them fully . I understand life gets in the way -- hell , I work a full time job that drains my battery 95% of the time , so I get it . When people you thought were your friends just . . . stop talking to you out of the blue for no reason but keep talking to other people ?? That hurts , and it makes you question if you were ever actually friends to begin with . Again , if you give lil' updates or check in , that's one thing . . . when someone just drops you completely but not others , that's another thing . Unfortunately , I know a lot of us have been through this , and it sucks .

On to the next point : NSFW /NSFT writing is fine , because it is always [ [ at least with my mutuals ] ] under a read more and tagged or moved to discord , so I can just not read it . I also write spicy threads , so that doesn't bother me either -- everyone loves some spicy threads . Images . . . Images are harder . They're harder to tag filter , tag filtering doesn't always work or it breaks . Personally , I like to enjoy my mutuals' blogs in their entirety [ [ when at work or at home ] ] , and if I have to tag filter half of someone's blog then I don't actually get to enjoy their blog . Full transparency , if we're mutuals and your blog is too many NSFW / NSFT images to the point that it makes me uncomfortable , I'm just going to unfollow you [ [ even if we are friends ] ] . I don't police people's blog , that's not my job . This is a hobby not a jobby , and I'm just here to have fun . So , I'd rather do what makes me feel safe and makes my dash a safe space for me than not .

Alright , lil' rants are over . Back to fun things !

plots or memes: Both ! Oh my goodness both ! I love random asks in my inbox that don't belong to a meme , I love memes , I love loose plots [ [ mostly because muses are not predictable , so a strict plot is a lil' hard to follow and I have ADHD so it's hard for me to stick to a strict cookie - cutter plot ] ] . I love 'Hey , Taea , I had this idea , do you wanna do it ??' . I'm real open to all of those things ! 💛

best time to write: I'd have to say mornings . Mornings and early afternoons tend to be when I am the most productive . If I don't have work the next morning , I'll write all day long until about midnight across my multitude of blogs . If Tumblr is just too much for me , because sometimes it is , I'll write on Discord all day long .

are you like your muse?: I would love to say no to this question , but I don't adopt muses I'm not like in at least a handful of ways . Zack's my sunshine boy with trauma , he's delightful and playful and fun and I just adore him 💛

tagged by : @strifiisms [ [ thank you , lovely ! ] ]

tagging : @warofthebeasts , @phantasiiae , @holyguardian , @nerdynanny , @synshubblog , @nineinchnails , @gravitasfatum , @lockedfighter && you !

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, hoping your in the mood for some incoherent Friday rambling because that's where I'm at right now and have been for days. First off, i think we should both thank and curse the new intern 911 hired, who apparently switched out the promo team's decaf for some Columbian dark roast. Seriously after spending the first half of the season practically catatonic between episodes suddenly we can't catch a break for even 24 hours before the next unhinged thing comes out. Next, let's

thank Mr. Ryan Guzman for looking at his character's scene notes, apparently rolling his eyes, and deciding to take matters into his own hands. Look, I'm not trying to say the rest of the 118 doesn't look devastated, but Eddie looks like he's about to start bawling on the floor and that's the real reason he grabbed Chim. I'll come back to this but his moments sure don't hit like pure platonic concern, there is some real desperation there. Also not to bring up KR rambling but lady if you were so surprised by Ryan's performance and didn't want it to come across like THAT, aren't you in charge? Couldn't you make the call and say "I need you to give me less"?? Anyway, the parallels between this and Eddie's shooting are ridiculous, so I also gave to think if this isn't going somewhere what the fuck is the point?? Why go through all this trouble to make it so obvious and heartfelt and hurt so much if it just goes back to business as usual?? That more than anything would piss me off. Yes, let Buck learn a thing or two about his own worth (we've only been waiting SEASONS for it), but also can we stop pretending putting these two specific characters in these life and death scenarios where they have to watch the other dying and their whole world looks like it's coming apart doesn't mean anything?? Finally (for now) here's what I'd like to see next episode. We know Buck is going to see the people he loves but not in the way he knows he knows them. So I'd love to be what prompts him to wake is seeing Chris. But not just any version of him. This Chris is an orphan, his mom died and there wasn't anyone to save his Dad from getting shot. He lives with his grandparents (pre Ramon reckoning), he had to go to them since there was no other parent in Eddie's life to take care of him. So this bright, brave kid is now sad and scared of the world, and Buck knows its wrong. I'll leave you with this mess of thoughts 😭.

Hello friend! We had people over this evening so I'm trying to get this done before I get to bed because I really do need to clear out my inbox (RIP to everyone who came to be salty with me and KR's interviews because we immediately got sneak peeks and poker stills and DO MORE, and my brain went offline).

Seriously, I don't know who started slipping the promo team cocaine but damn. Let us REST for a second! Between them and the fandom coming out in FORCE to wreck us or be horny on main, it's A Lot and I need sleep!

Ryan is out here giving us The Most and KR acting *shocked pikachu* about it just shows how much she sleeps on Ryan as an actor and Eddie as a character.I rewatched 6x10 and like, I know he's got a lot next episode but for a premier maybe we could have checked in with him and Chris since we checked in with literally everyone else at their homes? I'm trying not to be too negative because after s5 and 6a, this is THEE most excited I've been in awhile and I really do think the show is at least trying to course correct after....whatever TF 6a was and the weirdness of s5.

And the stuff with Eddie, it's like, you're right they COULD tell him to do less! They could say "this is what we're looking for" or at least "this is what we're NOT looking for" but clearly his actions were signed off on and made it to air knowing full well what people would see when they watched it. And what you see is a man desperately broken by the possibility of losing his partner. Which is GREAT if the show is working on a s7 Buddie reveal plan (I'm with @outrunningthedark I don't think they want to overshadow the Madney moment coming up which is fine), but it's....disappointing when there is so much good stuff going on right now and all KR wants to talk about is how much fun they had forcing Eddie "they're not really my type" Diaz to casually date randos because that's something he's ever been interested in doing. He really seems like a guy that enjoys wasting his limited free time meeting lots of new people only interested in getting into his pants instead of taking care of his partner who literally died for several minutes, and doing things with his son. Sure Jan. FFS, read the room! Or read the character profile before you start throwing storylines at the wall to see what sticks (lookin' at you sperm donor plot that is apparently giving Nothing). Yeah, yeah, managing expectations with a showrunner like her is good, but it's also a lot of whiplash right now between what we're seeing on our screens and what she's trying to TELL us we're seeing on our screens. I'm just so sick of them giving what should be THEE moment for Buddie only to follow it up by shoving some woman between them like "oh, nothing to see here!" Give me a break. And then what are they going to do for the actual reveal? How are they going to raise the stakes AGAIN? How are they going to be like, "yeah this is the 5th time one of us has almost died, but THIS time it's allowed to be an "Oh" moment for us because TPTB finally signed off on it!" 🙄🙄🙄 On the bright side, the Buddie of it all has kept the show trending off an on for almost two weeks and will certainly continue through next week so at least whoever is paying attention to that stuff and saw how dead everything was after the finale has some comparison to work with!

ANYWAY

Sad an lonely Chris would be HEARTBREAKING and my heart couldn't take it! 😭😭😭 That boy deserves ONLY good things! I will say I am a little...not mad but I am certainly side-eyeing this coma storyline seeming to be about how Buck's work as a firefighter is what changed everyone's lives because like, YES him being at the 118 changed everything for everyone, but also this is the guy who panic-sued the department to get back to work because he felt worthless if he wasn't doing his job. Which we then found out stemmed from childhood trauma and neglect, but right now, for where he's at, he's not questioning his choice of job so he doesn't need a push like Eddie to come back to where he belongs. And he's already wrapped up in a storyline that SHOULD be about him giving up parts and pieces of himself to make other's happy at cost to his own happiness (though right now we don't know WHAT it's suppose to be about since he's not going to struggle with walking away per Oliver and he's not learning anything so what's the point?). So how is better for him to be facing a life where Daniel lived and he's loved and happy (which is what they've been making it sound like) but everyone at the 118 is a mess without him, proving that it's better for everyone ELSE if he sacrifices everything and doesn't get the happy life he always dreamed of? Like I'm not trying to be negative and I'm still REALLY excited about the episode (as you can see from my unhinged posting this week) and I just KNOW everyone's performances are going to slay us, and this storyline might go differently than I'm expecting and be something really great! But I'm just...getting my side-eyes out because if KR has proved anything it's that she can't plan a fucking arc for shit, and she lacks a basic understanding of the trauma and driving forces behind the characters.

Final note because I didn't want to end on that one, I think everyone in the firefam deserves an Emmy for what they're going to give us and I am READY for their reactions to rip my heart out and stomp on it. It is TIME Buck wakes up with his REAL family around his bed and knows how very much he is loved for just being Buck and how hard they fought to bring him back to them, because he's their family and they CHOOSE him. Buck is always the one being left, but he's going to wake up and hear how everyone he loves begged him to stay with them. It's going to be *delicious*