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

[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.

[ghostlywhiskey]

John Price - Hell on Earth - Part 1

Pairing: Lawyer!John Price x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,427 Warnings: None Summary: Your a paralegal at a law firm and John Price is a top attorney - but makes everyone's life a living hell. And it only gets worse when he decides to make you his primary paralegal. Notes: Going based of this prompt/blurb I wrote. There will 100% be more parts - you think I'm gonna have lawyer!price and not have smut at some point? Absolutely not. Also let the record show, I did not proofread teehee<3 ▸read part two here ▸find my masterlist here

The phone sat snug between your ear and shoulder as the contents of your bag were shifted around with one hand, the other holding a coffee. Where is the damn keycard? Your thoughts block out whatever Morgan was saying on the other end of the phone. As you push through the revolving door, the keycard finds a spot between your fingers as you say good morning to the guard and head for the elevator. 

“Morgan.” The name coming out of you is rather monotone as you try to grab your friend's attention from her ongoing rant. “Morgan, take a breath would you?” Eyes looking at the lights above the elevators to make note of which one you would be getting into.

“I can’t take a breath! Who goes on five dates with someone and just poof! Hey, I don’t want a relationship?” her voice belted through the phone loud enough that you would think your phone had the speaker option selected. The sudden exclamation in her voice causes you to pull the phone from your ear, eyes glancing to see multiple emails come in from Price about various different cases that had been transferred to you in the past three weeks.

“Son of a bitch.” you mutter as you stand in the elevator, scrolling through twenty new emails, all delivered at 8AM. He fucking prepared them to be auto-sent. Is he fucking kidding? 

“Hey, are you there?” Morgan’s voice echoes through the phone, quickly putting it to your ear.

“Sorry, work is already chaotic. Can I call you later? Or maybe drinks after work?” voice apologetic, but your anxiety is already focusing on what needs to get done for the day. 

As you push through the doors of the firm, ‘good mornings’ are thrown around from your coworkers as you make your way to your cubicle. The door to his office is wide open, the lack of yelling and aggressive taps on the keyboard nowhere to be heard - He isn’t in yet, thank fuck. 

Your bag drops onto the desk along with your coffee next to it, body dropping into the chair as you stare at the black screen. Eight hours to go. Hand grasping the mouse, you give it a shake as the dual monitors come to life and type your login quickly.  The inbox rapidly catches up to what your phone already knows - 127 messages. Twenty of them are Price’s alone from this morning. 

Monday, August 7, 2023 - 8:00 AM

Subject: K. Laswell - Deposition of Our Client

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Good Morning,

What is the status of getting the deposition set up? Why is no one agreeing? Call them and get answers. Tired of the emails flooding my inbox. 

Very truly yours,

John Price, Esq.

Monday, August 7, 2023 - 8:00 AM

Subject: S. Riley - Motion to Compel Discovery

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Good Morning,

Prepare the exhibits for A to H. They are in the file under the exhibits folder for the motion. Want it filed today - discovery has been outstanding for over a year. No more good faith letters. 

I want to see the final version before it is filed.

Very truly yours,

John Price, Esq.

Monday, August 7, 2023 - 8:00 AM

Subject: J. McTavish - Search Case Law

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Good Morning,

I don’t have time to look into this today - find me relevant cases that can be applied to the file. Preferably by tomorrow morning, get as specific as you can. Opposition is due 3 weeks from now and I’d rather not be stressing about it when it is due the week before the motion. Any questions, ask Mary. Thanks. 

Very truly yours,

John Price, Esq.

Monday, August 7, 2023 - 8:00 AM

Subject: K. Garrick - CASE DISMISSED

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Good Morning Patrick,

No need to apologize, I hope the family is well. Glad we were able to resolve this. 

Looping my paralegal in. She will provide you the document signed on behalf of me and have it to you by the end of the day. 

Very truly yours,

John Price, Esq.

“I hope the family is well.” the mumble from your lips is a mocking one, as if that prick ever wishes anyone well. God forbid he ever wrote thank you instead while signing off on an email. The few emails are just the start of the tasks for the day. Happy Monday.

One more email catches your eye before you go to start from the bottom of where you left off the other day answering people. One email not sent exactly at 8 AM.

Monday, August 7, 2023 - 8:02 AM

Subject: Meeting about cases

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Morning,

When I’m in the office later we need to discuss more cases you are getting reassigned to. Let me know when you are free today. I’ll be in around 12 after court.

John

Get Outlook for IOS

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. 

And by the time the clock hits 12, you’ve barely made it through half of the emails. Completely zoning out as you chew on a pen cap, you scroll through the case law your searching for one of Price’s tasks - saving various memorandums into the file and your own notes on a word document. The sound of your desktop messenger goes off, the paralegal chat receiving a message from the firm secretary: Price is in.

Another paralegal, Ava, quickly sent a reply: Prayers up. Headphones in before the yelling in his office starts. 

Fingers quickly typing your own response, you send yours: Fingers crossed today’s the day I can get fired and just collect unemployment instead.

You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, closing the chat before Price would make his way to his office by your desk. Better off he didn’t see the alerts of his presence or everyones personal feelings about him. The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor caused your head to peek over your desktop setup, his phone already held up to his ear as he angrily spoke on the phone.

“Well, the judge doesn’t know his fucking ass from his elbow.” his eyes glanced over at you as he walked by, his hand holding up five fingers as he mouthed ‘five minutes’ to you. 

So, you didn’t do anything for the next five minutes besides watch the clock on your computer. By the time four minutes hit, you stood up from the desk and stood outside his closed door. And right as five minutes hit, the door swung open and his breath caught in his throat as he was prepared to shout your name but saw you standing right there.

“Glad to see you can count.” he opted to say instead, turning to walk back towards his desk. “Door shut.” You nodded at his demand, closing the door and walking to stand at the front of his desk.

“Is the Laswell deposition set up?” he asked.

“Calendered for January 18th.”

“Exhibits on Riley…finished?” Another question as he scrolled through his emails.

“Prepared for your review.” The response leaving your lips quickly. “Document signed on Garrick. Still working on the case law for McTavish. And anything else you emailed me about.” You decided to finish off responses to any more questions he might have. He glanced up from his laptop, nodding.

“So, that leaves us with case reassignments.” Price stated and you simply nodded to acknowledge his comment. “Any file that Kelsey had with me is getting reassigned to you.” You knew Kelsey, she was a capable paralegal, she was Price’s go-to paralegal. Well, heavy emphasis on the ‘was’. She had quit the other week. Rumors spread, but the consensus seemed to be that Price might have driven her to a mental break.

Your brain did the math quickly - that would leave you hitting around over 250 files altogether. And before you could voice your concern, Price spoke again. “You’ll become my primary paralegal. Any case you have with another attorney is going to get reassigned to someone else.” Slight relief washed over you. At least that knocked your case load down a bit, but that still left you under Price’s reign of terror. Reporting to him about everything. 

How soon am I gonna have a mental break? Your brain echoed, but again, you just nodded in response to what he just said. “Have you lost your voice?” He raised a brow. Quickly you shook your head ‘no’.

“No, sir. Understood. I’ll draft memos on any file I have getting transferred to someone else so they know the status.” You spoke, looking down at him as he sat at his desk.

“Good, get back to work.” was all he said, nodding towards his door. And with that, you hurriedly exited his office before he could mention anything else. 

Once you sat down at your desk, you opened the paralegal chat. 

Guess who is the new Kelsey :)) 

The hours this day seemed to drag. And for what felt like the hundredth time that day, your eyes glanced at the clock.

7:03 PM.

You let out a frustrated sigh, keeping it quiet. Anything you wanted to actually get done today for the most part didn’t, as you were handling forest fire after forest fire that Price would email about. But at this rate, you felt defeated. Not even a full 24 hours as his designated paralegal and you were one step away from a mental break of your own. 

Price was long gone from the office. Every other paralegal was also gone at this rate, vanishing at 5 PM on the dot. The only other presence was the office cleaning lady who came in everyday. She came over to your desk, smiling at you as a greeting before she grabbed your trash can to dump the contents into her larger bin she pushed around. “Isn’t it late, love?” her voice soft and you smiled sadly at her.

“I guess it is.” you said, glancing back at your screen. The lady glanced at your computer screen and then her eyes went to Price’s door, reading his name on the door. And it was like something clicked.

“Oh, does Mr. Price, have you staying late?” she asked, voice laced with pity it sounded like. How did she know? And it was like she read your mind. “That blonde girl….hm, Kelsey!” she exclaimed as she remembered the name. “She was always staying later for that man.” The older lady spoke and you huffed.

“Yeah, Mr. Price.” you mumbled, reaching over to shut your laptop off. There was no way you were doing anything else tonight - besides burying yourself under your bed covers.

“Well, have a good night.” The lady said, walking away as she continued to empty trash cans throughout the office.

And by the time you were home, it felt like a chore to put yourself in the shower. But the water hitting your back acts as a cleanser of any stress of the day. Why was he such a prick? The inflated ego was understandable stemming from the fact he was a successful attorney. But, what was the point of treating everyone around you like shit? If he had a wife, you felt terrible for her. Though you never did notice a wedding ring, honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he took it off when he wasn’t around her. And if he wasn’t married, then you figured he was probably single and alone, because who the fuck would deal with that?

Two Months Later

If hell was on earth, it was right here in this very office. At your desk. Working directly for John Price.

The past two months felt like you were running a treadmill that wouldn’t stop and the only way to get off would be to stop running and just let the damn thing fling you into the wall. At least there was paid overtime, or you genuinely would have been on the next train to the unemployment line. But once again, the clock read 6:30 PM for the third time this week. The music from Price’s office blasting as his door had been shut the past four hours. First the sounds of him screaming on the phone, the next two hours followed by a conference call where you were almost positive you heard another attorney start crying and the past hour had been strictly music. You weren’t sure what to expect from his music taste, but the array of Mötley Crüe, Rolling Stones, Slipknot and a bunch of others you couldn’t even begin to name was driving you to the point of losing your mind.

Your body only jumped slightly in your seat when the door to his office abruptly opened, the music pouring into the rest of the empty office. But your eyes focused on Price as you made note of his appearance. In your months working here, nothing about him was ever disheveled. Every button done, tie aligning perfectly with the buttons on his shirt, his hair gel holding every hair on his head in place. Except right now, he looked like he actually just ran on a treadmill as opposed to you who had just felt like you had been on one. The first two buttons of his shirt undone and his tie sprawled on the desk in his office along with his suit jacket that hung off the back of his own chair. His face was slightly red and the gel in his hair looked like it lost his hold and as if his fingers had run through it.

The way his eyes locked on you made your body tense. It made you feel like you were in the wrong for still being in the office. “You’re still here?” he questioned, slightly caught off guard by your presence.

You hesitated for a minute, fingers on the keyboard coming to a stop as you looked at him. Well obviously I’m still fucking here. And the tiredness of the day hitting you, that you couldn’t help but reply with an attitude. “Well, unless I’m a ghost then yes, I’m still here.” The emphasis on the ‘still’ was strong. But your tone didn’t even seem to strike him like you thought it would, he just cleared his throat and nodded.

“I’m stepping out to grab something for dinner quickly. See you tomorrow if you’re gone by the time I’m back.” was all he left you with as he left the office.  His demeanor and lack of response to your attitude caught you off guard as you stared blankly at your screen as he left the office. What the fuck is wrong with him?

[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. 

[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. 🙏

[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!

-

“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.

[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! 🥰 💜💜💜

[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*

[ciaossu-imagines]

⁷⁷⁶Weekend Sleepover

So, since I'll be on tumblr all weekend, finishing up the last of the requests (and just a reminder that the box will stay closed after that while I finish writing and scheduling the next few chapters of the Shouhei story - up until at least chapter five), and since I'm really busy lately and haven't had the spare time to be around much or answer my dm's (which can take me an hour or two), I'm going to make an effort and open a sleepover for the weekend! I'll be answering around writing the remaining twenty asks (six headcanons, thirteen ficlets, and one general chatter) but am looking forward to talking to everyone!

Please come and talk to me guys - whether it be about fandoms or just about anything going on in your guy’s lives! It’s always exciting to hear from you guys! On top of that, I’ll be doing two prompts tonight and quickies - that is to say, drop a name of a character, ship, or fandom and a word or theme in my inbox and I’ll give you a quickie headcanon on it! I’ll also do this prompt because it ties in with sleepovers - throw me any fandom you want, regardless of whether you think I know it or not! I might surprise you (and if I don’t, I might amuse you)! I’ll also take questions for this prompt but with a twist - along with those two names and the number, you guys have to tell me your answer to the questions or else I won’t reply! I’m just really interested in hearing your guy’s answers to these, haha! And I'll answer requests for single points for this and this prompt, and also will answer this prompt!

Fandoms you can request for include some new ones so you can find them below:

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN

K PROJECT

NANBAKA

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL, IRUMA-KUN!

SERVAMP

SAIYUKI

MYSTIC MESSENGER

IKEMEN REVOLUTION

EYESHIELD 21

THE OUTSIDERS

RONIN WARRIORS

KEKKAISHI

GETBACKERS

BLUSH BLUSH

CLASS OF THE TITANS

DISNEY'S ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN

DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE

BLACK CAT

HUNTER X HUNTER

KARNEVAL

THE ROYAL TUTOR

GANGSTA.

PSYCHO-PASS

THE MIGHTY DUCKS TRILOGY

THE COVENANT

DATE WARP

SEDUCE ME THE OTOME

HATOFUL BOYFRIEND

POWER RANGERS MYSTIC FORCE

POWER RANGERS NINJA STORM

POWER RANGERS JUNGLE FURY

BLEACH

NARUTO

HARRY POTTER

AO NO EXORCIST

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

DEADMAN WONDERLAND

DURARARA!!!

SKY HIGH

HOLES

YU YU HAKUSHO

GINTAMA

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Hope everyone who celebrates had a lovely Thanksgiving and those who don't still had a great day. I'm planning on relaxing a bit/lurking for the rest of the night, but hopefully over the next couple of days I can do a bit of writing. Might even reblog a starter meme/post an open starter or two. I'm also going to be making a poll about what people might be most comfortable with for interactions (general memes, inbox calls, sentence prompts, open starters, etc) so I can actually, you know, figure out what people want in terms of getting some stuff going.

But anyway, have a good night everyone! Take it easy!

[m1d-45]

so. it’s very funny because last night i kept on being late and not seeing new asks until AFTER i sent in more shit so i didn’t see the good nights until after going a little ham so i would like to apologize for that my bad

again i am here. being so so normal. did i write this instead of sleeping? maybe! brain demanded and kept feeding me lines so here we go. i am unsure of how to feel about my writing so um! quality may be a little. idk!!

It takes a while to limp your way into the throne room, your hands and shirt stained with blood from when a polearm caught your side - but the pain and exhaustion you feel is nothing compared to the white-hot terror thrumming just beneath your skin. You didn’t want it to be true, you tried so, so hard to ignore the obvious signs from when you heard of another wearing your face, but denial will get you nowhere. Not when you’ve seen your own face distort beyond what is physically possible, heard your own voice saying such horrible things to you that you almost wanted to die, just to make it stop.

The only thing moving you forward right now is… well, it’s not courage, that’s for sure. You’ve been chased across seven nations, characters you’d loved turning on you with a lust for blood, and yet the way your stomach drops with each step you take now feels more overpowering than any fear you might have felt before. You keep going. This world, these people are worth the risk.

Blood drips behind you as you practically drag yourself through the entrance of the throne room, leaving a blue and starry trail behind you. It’s not triumphant, it’s not grand - how can it be when you’re tired and scared and in pain? - but it’s the best you can do.

“Oh, you’re still here,” the imposter says, sounding sickeningly human compared to the way its voice crackled and distorted the last time you two spoke. It raises a hand in response to the acolytes drawing their weapons, prompting them to halt. “Shame. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore.”

You would love to respond with something cool, something that would shock the disgust right out of everyone’s eyes, but the best you can manage is a weak:

“I know what you are.”

It’s not quite courage that drives you forward, but this mix of fear - pain - hatred is enough to force the next words out of your throat.

“You fucking alternate.”

AND THEN I WANTED TO DO MORE BUT I GOT SLEEPY. so there you go. sorry for flooding your inbox with my brainrot, sorry for everyone who has no idea what is going on. in my defense. um. i have no defense - teddy anon

teddy don’t you DARE say sorry for dropping into my inbox

also you are incredible at writing, that was beautiful. i love the idea of reader going to teyvat to escape the alternates but NOPE they followed and now it’s a weird mix of denial and hate and fear- and maybe alternate!creator stops, mask faltering for a moment as they wonder if the jig is up- but no, their loyal acolytes simply grip their weapons tighter, the room crackling with elemental energy, and they smile as they recognize who’s won.

“does it matter, if i’m the one who’s led them to victory?”

and it’s ok. i should be the one saying sorry to those who followed me for sagau and got like. doom protagonist reader vs mandela catalogue. in terms of defense i have no defense.

[metagalacticx]

can i send u more than one? do u mind? im just trying to interact with u :) and im noisy 🤭

3. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 18. 20. 23. 25

ooh, there's a lot mfkfkfjfjjdhx

i absolutely don’t mind!! but as you can see sometimes i don’t check my inbox for a while and my responses are late 😭😭 but thank you soooo much hehe <333

3. favourite musical artist/group you started listening to this year?

so manyyy hmmm atm it’s lizzy farrall

10. something that made you cry this year?

reading carrion by @attempted--eloquence for the first time (and the second)

11. something you want to do again next year?

i want to do inktober and fictober again! i only posted half of the pieces i did for inktober, but i did finish (i think i only skipped two days overall) and i enjoyed the entire month. i posted all of the process videos on twitter each day and that was cool, too. i still have fictober prompts to finish but i will get to them before fictober 2023 haha

12. talk about a new friend you made this year

oh i made a couple which is so mind blowing to me but the first was @allyjostan who is incredible. so sweet, literally the sweetest person i know and soooo funny lmao also recently showed me a blanket that made me so emotional i still think about it every day skdjdjdj 😂 <333 and soooo talented. literally the first thing i read inspired me to write something??? and sooo much art and music!! we share a lot of music and TRACE ended up on my spotify playlist because of that <3 i can always count on jostan to be encouraging and kind and sweeeeet. literally saves my life everyday through the power of spongebob 🥴🥹💕

13. how was your birthday this year?

can’t remember but i know i got free cake and a drink at a cafe hehe

14. favourite book you read this year?

can’t read, sry

18. a memorable meal this year?

i bought my friend, who i see maybe once every four months, lots of fruits and vegetables when we met up at her house, and she used most of them to make this huge meal for us and her family and i think about it all the time, how the source and storage place of love in every home is the kitchen, and how everyone must eat and how she shared my love for her back with me almost immediately.

20. what’s something you learned this year?

that sometimes i should ask my sister for help <3

23. if you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

cody rly isn’t gonna be in the movie don’t tweet that you’ll change your dp to brett for a week if he isn’t

25. did you create any characters this year? describe one

the characters i create in my stories are so important to me and my favourite (probably won’t ever change actually… unless i outdo myself in 2023) is mei from unearth the sun. everyone’s going to learn more about her eventually but she’s so cool and smart and also kind of rude but that’s what makes her great. she loves physical touch and she says the wildest things as kids are wont to, but she’s also unfortunately very sad. can’t wait to talk about her in more detail

[nazukisser]

I posted 2,786 times in 2022

That's 2,650 more posts than 2021!

1,306 posts created (47%)

1,480 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nazukisser

@lisxdumbr

@lilikags

@runanadwiddles

@nikikyuuun

I tagged 2,762 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#qian rbs - 1,375 posts

#srb - 934 posts

#qian talks - 680 posts

#qian answers - 444 posts

#enstars - 176 posts

#ensemble stars - 157 posts

#enstars x reader - 149 posts

#ensemble stars x reader - 118 posts

#enstars x you - 115 posts

#enstars x y/n - 110 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#first quiz i did gave me arashi the queen herself <33 but then the next one said eichi and i was like fuck no and then i took another one a

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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266 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

SYNOPSIS | aira getting an idol!s/o

PAIRING | shiratori aira x gn!reader

TAGS | fluff, drabble, request

REQUEST STATUS | regular reqs & matchups closed. event reqs open if there are slots left.

NOTES | from the shuffle x scribble event {status :: open} also! combined two requests (aira w idol!s/o and aira finding out an idol is also a big fan of his)

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282 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#3

┊❝ their love languages

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371 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#2

* ˚ ✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

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409 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ARE YOU STARVED FOR CONTENT?

Do you need more content of your favorite character(s)? Are you always going to writers/artists' inboxes and requesting more of it because you feel like there won't ever be enough content?

Here is a guide on how to encourage writers/artists/graphics creators and other content creators to continue their amazing work.

don't just like our posts, reblog it. tumblr doesn't have an algorithm that suggests posts that people liked on others' dashboards. the only way the posts are going to circulate around and actually reach people who want to see it is when you reblog it for your followers to see. that's how we keep this place alive.

comment on our works! tell them how you felt when you saw it/read it. what kind of thoughts did you have? what were you doing? keysmash only? that's amazing, we love that. any words. "i love (character) so much" or "aojfossfiasjo help" or "I really love this work aaaa" or "bitch you're going to make me cry /pos" are all great. bonus points if you tell us in detail about what you liked about our works!!! like "I really like this phrase here..." or "the symbolism you used is really fitting for (character) because..." we don't just put work out there and say "hey this is amazing everyone should read it mwahaha" no we hope that you genuinely enjoy reading it and hope that we make someone's day. sometimes our confidence goes down in our writing and makes us want to stop but when we see such heartwarming comments, it really helps us with our self esteem.

be nice when you request!! don't just say "(character) + (prompt)" and press send. Say Hi! Say thanks! Where are your manners? Please don't act like you're my best friend who I talk to every day at the lunch table and joke around with- because I don't know you. Congratulate us on milestones if we have one going on. Because that goes a long way in making us feel appreciated in our works. We don't like feeling our work is being not appreciated and when the tags are dry it's going to be the fault of those who never supported their content creators.

INTERACT WITH US !! I cannot stress this enough. We are humans too, we want to be treated like humans, not some sort of authoritative figure or some account that puts out content every so often. We are human, we like interactions, we want to be appreciated not only for our works but also for ourselves. It's fine not to be our best friend or whatever, but one of the reasons people leave this site is because nobody talks to them. we are not some sort of business where you present an order and we give our content out and it just continues. we are humans, we are people, and we do this for free, so at least make it a pleasant experience to be on here.

728 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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