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pascalscoffin · 4 months

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Bad Idea

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No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #Pedro pascal smut #dieter bravo #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo x reader #the bubble #dieter bravo the bubble #dieter bravo fanfiction

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i-cant-sing · 5 months

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Dreaming of romantic shit with a man with a blurred out face is so real so honestly same

Sometimes he's brown-desi guy, other.times he's a Russian... they're both such gentle lovers.

The brown guy would bring me gajray/flower brackets and we'd both be dancing at a Pakistani wedding, ofccc I'm wearing a lehnga/saari (my neighbours made me such a pretty one, I love them). We're standing under the fairy lights that decorate the house, and he's sneaked me some hot gulab jamuns🥰

And the Russian guy, he's wearing a long coat and we'd be walking and he holds my hand in his pocket to keep me warm, sometimes I'd be crying about something and he'd just cup my cheek and whisper sweet nothings- ALL WITH A MF BLURRED FACE.

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octuscle · 9 months

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I know this hot guy through some mutual friends at university and he’s a Pakistani man. I really like him but he says that he’ll only date big guys from the Middle East or South Asia. Is there anything on Chronivac that could make me his type? I really really like this guy and want to date him.

Dude, your parents moved to the States from Peshawar when you were four years old. Of course, you only speak Urdu at home, but you're a real New Jersey lad at heart. Fuck, what kind of thoughts are those now? اس سے بے خبر کہ سمندر مقدس کیا ہے۔ Take a deep breath. You're from Connecticut. Born, raised, your parents had a Pakistani restaurant…. Fuck, what's with Pakistan in your head. Your parents were both doctors. Both went to university in…. In… Islamabad. Chill out, dude. Maybe it will help if you start your day with sunrise prayers like a good Muslim. Do your ablutions. You could also shave again. Dude, you've got some serious body hair. I like it, but it doesn't go down well in amateur competitions.

You see, prayer has helped you to focus. Now you have your thoughts sorted out again, Mirza. You should go to the gym now, otherwise you won't be able to finish today's program before the lectures start. You owe it to your parents to cut a good figure as an athlete and academic. And besides, you know that your crush usually goes out to work at this time of day, too. Today you should finally take a shower together!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #race change #muscle transformation

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the2amshitposts · 2 months

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Rohan is literally my little pookie and anyone who hates him I will hunt you down yeah I said it we Stan the hot British Pakistani man could this guy be any hotter and he can fight and his hair is long damnnnnn come fight me but you ain’t getting my pookie

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #Rohan #he is my Roman Empire #my pookie #my day my night #fight me fight me #don’t you dare slander his name he’s a good man #a good man Savanah

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bonesandthebees · 2 months

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WE’RE ALL SYNCED NOOO…. everyone remember to rest and eat and hot water bottles help with cramps but don’t burn urselves .. and maybe take some paracetamol too (or ibuprofen if ur feeling silly) my mother swears by it . I think it’s just a desi thing and like willpower i forgot tje term but like . when u believe something will help u so much it does . But it works for me..

AND HONEY WATER!! i will stand by honey water till the day i die just boil some water and add some honey and wait for it to cool (don’t burn ur throats guys) Or just add a bit of cold water like i do and supposedly that helps with a sore throat and it makes u feel all warm and fuzzy . my Dad taught me the first one he says its cause of the texture i never fact checked that

i’m getting carried away with the random food things ONE MORE FOR GOOD LUCK if u want . to make Desi chai . boil half a cup of water and put tjat in a tiny saucepan with the teabag, one cardamom (make sure u crack it open so the tiny little seeds drop out), like a Teaspoon of fennel seeds or something idk i just add whatever amount looks good, and optionally a little bit of cinnamon (again i just wing it just add a small bit) and some sugar/sweetener and let that all simmer for like 30 seconds while u get half a cup of milk and pour that into ur saucepan . Thenn you wanna mix that around a bit and leave it all to . cook? that doesn’t sound like the right word… whatever. leave it for a few minutes and ur final step is when the chai starts rising u let it rise to the top and then turn down the heat and let it sink (i have a gas stove but if you have an electric ermm just set it aside for two secs to sink i think that’ll work). let it rise and sink three times!!! this really makes the flavour pop according to my dad!! then just strain it and enjoy :3 i lovee chai it was inevitable being pakistani HAHA it always makes me feel better after anything whether i feel sick or something bad happens or if i’m just silly chai is just nice for any occasion . my phopo calls me an auntie but Likeee isnt being a rich brown auntie the life…… im not rich yet but one day guys trust

anyway that got long HAHA i love cooking and baking and stuff … and home remedies MEDICATION IS GOOD DONT GET ME WRONG but sometimes im too lazy to run to the shops and get some cough syrup or something so i just make some honey water .. please take ur meds and get vaccinated though guys ❤️ stay safe hope u liked my chai :3

do you know how many asks I've gotten saying they're also on their period literally why are all of my followers synced up WHAT IS THIS

everyone listen to our friend here. honey water sounds lovely I'll have to try it. usually I just go for drinking honey straight out of the bottle if I have a sore throat but I suppose honey water might work a bit better lol

also OOOO CHAI!! tbh I've always wanted to make chai at home because so often chai I've gotten in coffee shops just... isn't it. but when it's good it's so good. I'm going to take note of this so I can get some cardamom and fennel seeds from the store :))) so excited to try it

#ask #papermoobloom #ref #reference

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aaal-iz-well · 2 months

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Guyssss...

Okay, babe, deep breath.

Done?

Good.

Let's roll

WTF is happening? I swear to god a month ago I was checking this hashtag for updates like my life depended on it, and I had great plans for my wip's and everyone was making predictions about what the vault might contain.

Then I tell myself to start making some headway with my studies because exams are breathing down my neck and I (somehow) manage to keep away from this fandom that has been my life and blood for so long. AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE!!

Now we know that there are THREE books related to this fandom coming out this year and we might get Toby and Hannah and I'm so excited!

But there are two characters who have my undivided attention atm and I want to talk about them!

So now we have all the main characters, I'm so thrilled that Rohan is one of them because his story is so intriguing to me and it also adds to some much needed Indian or Pakistani (though most prob Indian) representation.

Just think about the kind of background he must have come from, let that blow your mind!

I know that he is going to have a real tragic backstory. Think something involving childhood abandonment or abuse or (most probably) separation from his loving family, coming to London, being faced with the HUGE cultural shock and the nail biting cold and relentless rain. Add to this: making sense of the weird accent. Being picked off the street to do some odd work for the Devil's Mercy. Slowly getting to know it's secrets and rising among its ranks till he reached Factotum. Falling for Zella (first love, maybe?), having his heart broken.

AND THEN HAVING HIS TITLE STRIPPED AT THE END!

CAN YOU FEEL THE BAD BLOOD ENERGY RISING?

'cause baby now we got bad blood...

I also believe that often things are not so one dimensional and that Zella is nothing short of deserving the position. She has undeniably had her struggles with gaining the power she now holds and being a woman of colour in a royal household. But I'm focusing of Rohan here, maybe I'll make a detailed post about Zella sometime later?

These are all only theories, but I can't help thinking that it's going to be something along these lines.

And then there's the fact that Jameson is not going to be a main character (*crying emoji cause I cant seem to insert one of the proper size*) Like he has so many unfinished threads and so much family drama to sort out.

We never got to see an independent confrontation of Ian over how he used Jameson to get what he wanted, or anything about the Prague mystery!!

And I know this might be a bit controversial with some of you, but I really want to see him and Avery fight. Because ofc they are a power couple and express their love to each other in such creative ways. BUT, but you get to know so much about a character when you see their world shifting, when the one thing that they believed to be an anchor is uprooted. How they act when the other is out of orbit. AND WE SIMPLY HAVEN'T SEEN THAT FOR JAMESON. I also might be holding out for a very hot romantic make up later on, but my point stands.

So there's my little (rather late) bit, but still.

Also to those who have read my work and have been so kind to shower me with kudos and comments, I want to apologise profusely. There is a lot to come, but just not at this moment when exams are leeching the life out of me, and trust me when I say I have the most elaborate plans for the future!

Like always, can't wait to hear all your brilliant thoughts. Have a good day/night (depending on whatever time zone you guys are in)

Also please check out Lockwood and Co if you have the time because it's something that I can't stop thinking about and would love to talk about. As an added bonus, one of the mc is kinda like Jameson (and that's how you know I have a type)

#the inheritance games #Rohan #factotum #duchess zella #ofc there's jameson #jameson winchester hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #the prague mystery #the grandest game #mystery reveal #upset over jameson not being one of the mc's #jennifer lynn barnes #duel amongst #games untold #lockwood and co

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mirambles · 10 months

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The Rise and Fall of Murtasim Khan

Tere Bin - I have been saying that post E20 this show has stopped making sense, logic has gone out of the window, the character development has stopped, the relationship has not grown and my IQ has dropped to negative.

I have long stayed away from Indian soaps and Pakistani dramas which have had nonsensical tracks, toxic leads, misogyny and medieval plot lines. My only hook to Tere Bin was Wahaj Ali’s performance as Murtasim and him softening towards Meerab played by Yumna Zaidi. Of the 30 odd Pak dramas I have watched, I haven’t seen such sizzling chemistry amongst the leads.

Meerab was already the worst written female lead in all the dramas I have watched - Indian, Pakistani, Korean, Western. You can read my rant on her in my earlier posts on this blog.

I wasn’t first taken in by Murtasim Khan as a lead cause he showed the typical toxic traits that most sub continent dramas focus on - rich, arrogant, alpha male, controlling, egoistic and worst here with serious anger management issues. I’m sorry but using physical violence, even a slap is simply not acceptable.

But I’m willing to tolerate them, if they show a good development arc , redemption and acknowledgment of their misgivings, and IF the actor is stellar. Murtasim’s arc and Wahaj Ali’s performance excelled on both accounts. Until E46, Murtasim was the only person trying to make the forced marriage work, he accepted it and put his heart and soul to abide by it, his growth into softening as a person, falling in love, empathising with her plight, tolerating her arrogance and stupid antics (where she put his life in danger, not once but twice), trusting her no matter what (even though there was proof she helped his sister elope with his arch enemy), understanding her point of view, giving her benefit of the doubt, were all on display for us to fall in love with. Wahaj being ace at romance also added to us loving Murtasim.

Murtasim in Wahaj’s vision was in stark contrast to what Nooran had written. Wahaj said in an interview that Murtasim was logical and they tried every bit to make him less toxic.

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All that the audience was holding their breath for, was for Meerab to realise her love for Murtasim and then see their journey together. Murtasim supporting her law career, Meerab helping him open up from his conservative mindset and together fixing their flaws , their marriage and grow as a couple. It’s not hard to write a positive arc for two hot headed, egoistic people who realise their mistakes and make amends. The audience will forgive the toxicity if they see positivity, growth and genuine repentance.

But Nooran the writer is the villain of this story - we have all established now that she is twisted in her head and seeks some kind of sadistic pleasure in making her female leads look bad; but derives even more pleasure in kicking the male lead from the cliff after elevating him to be one of the best male leads in dramas.

Male leads remained toxic and we never warmed up to them. Some got redemption arcs and we made some peace. Consent and agency were missing for the female leads and it frustrated us. Handful of shows started reflecting on showing strong female leads and we naturally lapped up those shows. But Tere Bin showed what no other drama did before - the biggest downfall of a male lead in television history.

The amount of toxicity that has been brought into Murtasim’s character in the last 12 episodes is beyond my imagination. How can a guy who kept harping about consent force his wife, that was clearly the original track because nothing makes sense post E47. If assuming they consummated in anger but with mutual consent , the separation makes no sense. Her pining for his love makes zero sense in both scenarios. Post the separation he is doubting that she ran away with her male college friend. The trust issues this lead couple has and their inability to have a single meaningful conversation in 58 episodes is totally baffling.

His need to find Meerab is not because he loves her, but because it’s matter of his family’s reputation. He is announcing to the whole world that she ran away with a man without any evidence. The worst straw for me is that he gives Haya a complete free pass. This is the same woman who has physically harmed his wife (even when it was a false pregnancy) and is obsessed with him to the extent she has left no stone unturned to destroy his and Meerab’s relationship. He is now willingly marrying her - there is no pressure from anyone to make him do so. For all the talks about Meerab will be my wife till end of my lifetime and I will live my life in memory of her love - his lifetime surely lasted a few months/years (honestly I’m confused what the timeline is now between Meerab leaving, giving birth and Murtasim getting married to Haya).

For a supposedly logical and non toxic character, this U Turn has impacted the fans like no other and rightly so. You cannot mislead an audience to love a character and dump garbage all over him. That’s not bad writing , that just pure evil sadism.

Kudos to Wahaj for pouring his heart and soul in Murtasim, but post E46 even his acting is reflective of the fact that he no longer believes in his character. The difference is evident.

Murtasim Khan was set to charm his way into every woman’s heart (and he did given how much popularity this show got and the discussions we have seen on TV and social media). This is full credit to Wahaj’s superior acting skills and on screen charm. But he ended up now as the worst villain in the history of television thanks to Nooran’s impeccable sadistic writing skills.

I will be eternally grateful for discovering Wahaj through Tere Bin, it was always a trash show and I didn’t have any expectations from it, but it was my guilty pleasure for Wahaj and Yumna’s fine onscreen chemistry. However, the fall of Murtasim Khan has been immensely jarring to watch and now Tere Bin has has done permanent , irreparable damage to the joy and pleasure it had brought viewers worldwide.

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milochkadug · 2 years

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Maturity is when you pick the smart friendzoned guy from TV series about Indian/Pakistani girl over the hot goofy one

#miss marvel #never have i ever #ben gross #bruno carrelli #smart boys

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necromancer-mango · 2 years

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[start image description: Three digital drawings of Aldon Cashmoney and Guy Gulp, Lachlan Shelton, and Qais Dogwalker from the game Blaseball. In the first image, Aldon and Guy are two Black people in an embrace, golden wings from Aldon enveloping the two of them in front of a pale green/blue background. Aldon is wearing a hot pink suit, while Guy is wearing a light blue hoodie over a green button up shirt. The second image is a bust drawing of Lachlan, who is a Black person, wearing a blue baseball cap, with black streaks under the eyes. Lachlan is facing 3/4 to the right, with a neutral expression. The third drawing is a bust drawing of Qais, who is Pakistani and Dominican. They are facing 3/4 to the left with a grin and a wink. Their hair is dyed pink and styled into short dreads. the top portion of the hair is tied up into a small ponytail, with the rest of the dreads loose around the head. /end image description]

#Blaseball #aldon cashmoney #guy gulp #gasmoney #lachlan shelton #qais dogwalker #art tag #image description #Hades Tigers #hellmouth sunbeams #canada moist talkers #miami dale

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Were they not clued in when hewas terrified of the BLM flag until he got called out for it. Plus he only hangs out with poc friends when he needs a photo op to show how woke he is. And even back when he was in 1D, he was dismissive to fans who weren’t 1) thin, 2) white and 3) had model looks.

you know they invented some nonsense about why he wouldn't hold the flag to begin with.

but he still to this day does not have any POC friends. where are the guys he did his brief BLM pap walk with again? i didn't see them at his birthday parties.

where's all his POC girlfriends? when has he ever interacted with a POC woman like he has with all the blondes and skinny white models he spends time with?

he has never had any POC friends. louis has "hot luke" who i believe is part asian, as well as a few other asian friends. he was also very close to zayn. zayn said harry never really spoke to him when he was in the band. harry waved an israeli war hammer as israel bombed palestine. zayn tweeted #freepalestine days later. harry has managed to adopt all his friend's religions and NFL teams and inside jokes and hobbies. he spent years in a band with a muslim pakistani man and we saw him show 0 interest in anything to do with zayn's religion or background, yet both him and his sister both seem to show a weird hostility to muslims.

harry is almost 30. he is who he is. he's never really strayed from his type. he's never shown any interest in any cultures beyond white people. i just find it exceedingly unlikely he will do that anytime soon. i also cannot even imagine a non skinny white woman even knowing how to speak to him. imagine him trying to have a conversation with zendaya.

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AH hi zaina hope im not too late but for the writing prompts: “Don’t cross the street yet, idiot!” with terasaka, yoshida + muramatsu if thats all cool? immediately thought of those three when reading it lmfao

LEE!!!! Yes omg ofc!!! also we have the exact same brain bc I thought of them too for this prompt 😭😂

Terasaka, Yoshida, Muramatsu + “Don’t cross the street yet, idiot!”

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“Goddamn, I need some sunglasses out here,” Terasaka grumbled, shielding his face from the bright glare of the sun. "Why is it so bright?!"

He felt sweat droplets forming on the back of his neck from the day's warmth as he shuffled along the sidewalk, slinging his bag over his shoulder while one hand continued to try and block the UV rays.

"Well, global warming is here now," Muramatsu pointed out from besides him. He was smart and adorned a black cap over his ruffled hair, although Terasaka doubted its effectiveness. The blonde's ears were turning slightly red from the heat.

"It has something to do with greenhouse gasses and the ozone layer," Muramatsu continued. "I can't remember all that crap, but Takebayashi was talking about it on Monday."

Terasaka considered it. "True. I heard about the ice caps melting and whatnot. Guess that's why it's boiling hot now when just yesterday, I had to wear a sweater."

A few steps behind them, Yoshida yawned. Obnoxiously loudly.

The other two stopped and turned to him with a glare. "Really dude?" Terasaka groaned.

"I already have to hear my dad yawning like that every morning," Muramatsu complained.

The biker shrugged and pulled his water bottle out. "Sorry, but it's way too early to be talking about melting ice caps and global warning and all that science shit." He took a swig from the bottle.

"Global warming, you dumbass," Terasaka sighed, although it was evident he was amused.

Yoshida capped his bottle and shoved it back into his bag. "Let's talk about that actually." He pointed in front of them.

Both boys followed in the direction of his finger, only to see a poster taped to a street lamp ahead. Terasaka walked over to read it better, while Muramatsu moved more slowly.

"Cooking contest on Saturday, June 14th," Terasaka read aloud. "2pm at Sakura Park. Bring your finest dish, ready for your skills to be evaluated by our judges. The winner receives a gourmet cookbook from the finest ramen chef in the region, Suzuhara Junpei."

He turned back to the others, an incredulous look on his face. "Well, damn. Finally, a great opportunity for the culinary arts around here."

Yoshida clasped Muramatsu's shoulder with an excited grin. "You're signing up for that. No arguments."

Terasaka ruffled his hair affectionately. "Yeah, you would so win this. Your cooking is the fucking best when you're making stuff outside your dad's menu."

Muramatsu just smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, guys. I actually, uh, already signed up for this."

"Huh?"

"Wait, really?"

Yoshida whipped around to face the poster again, leaning in to see the bottom portion, which he just realized was the sign-up sheet. And sure enough, Muramatsu's name was listed besides the number seven.

Terasaka grinned at him, impressed. "Well, shit dude, when were you gonna tell us?"

Muramatsu laughed. "Today, actually." He pulled off his bag and reached into it, pulling out two Tupperware containers.

"I decided I should make a curry for the contest, so I tried out two different recipes last night." He handed a container to each of them.

"Ooooh." Yoshida was almost salivating at the sight inside.

"One is a Trinidadian goat curry, and the other is a Pakistani dish called Chicken Karahi," Muramatsu continued. "Karma helped me get some spices and ingredients for both."

"So, he is capable of being nice," Terasaka murmured in surprise.

Muramatsu snickered. "It didn't come free. I had to make him a serving and promise to share my cookbook with him if I win."

"When you win," Yoshida corrected him. "Dude, this looks amazing as hell."

"For real," Terasaka agreed, already impatient for lunch. The container in his hands smelled delectable, and the taste would definitely match it.

"Aww, thanks, fellas." Muramatsu smiled. "Just try both curries at lunch and let me know which one you prefer, so I know which recipe to stick with for the contest."

He gestured to his bag, which Terasaka only just realized appeared heavier and more stuffed than normal. "I made servings for Hazama, Itona, and Hara too, to get their opinions."

"Alright, but I wouldn't take Itona's reviews too seriously," Yoshida smirked. "I swear, he's shitting with all of us."

"Are you kidding?" Muramatsu laughed as they began walking again. "I take his the most seriously. You guys enjoy everything but he's got refined tastebuds. I have no fucking clue how, though."

"No, but there's no way he can actually tell the difference between the taste of table salt vs sea salt," Yoshida protested.

"Nah, that one's obvious. Maybe you're just a dumbass," Muramatsu sniggered.

"Ok, alone, yeah. But when it's already mixed in food? No fucking way."

"They technically carry the same exact nutritional value. But table salt is really fine grains, while sea salt has the bigger crystals."

Yoshida kept up his argument. "But besides the appearances, there can't be any discernible differences."

"HEY!" They both jumped in place at the sound of Terasaka's bark. "DON'T CROSS THE STREET YET, IDIOTS!"

Both of their toes were right on the very edge of the curb as cars rushed dangerously by in front of them. The crossing sign light flashed red on the other side.

"Oh shit," Yoshida breathed, feeling his heart fall down to a normal rate. "That scared the shit out of me."

Muramatsu hadn't even realized how ahead they'd gotten during their heated discussion.

Terasaka finally caught up to them, a scowl on his face. "Watch where you're going! Two sets of eyes and you both didn't look at the road?"

Muramatsu tried to conceal his mirth. Terasaka's "mama-bear" energy was coming out. "We were-"

He waved them off. "Yeah, yeah, you fools were too focused on arguing about salt, of all things."

Yoshida shoved Muramatsu's arm, jokingly. "I know I'm right, by the way."

He scowled at him. "No way."

"Light's green," Terasaka cut in dryly, gesturing at them to start crossing the road.

They walked quickly down the crosswalk, as time was starting to cut short to get to the mountain. The sun was still beaming brightly in the sky, which was completely clear of any clouds.

"What would you two do without me?" Terasaka grumbled.

"Probably get arrested already for something, honestly," Yoshida answered.

"Oh, yeah totally," Muramatsu agreed. "Maybe breaking and entering?"

"Arson?"

"No, I've got it!" Muramatsu snapped his fingers. "Motor vehicle theft!"

"Yes!"

Terasaka slapped his forehead. "You fools..."

"Man, don't act like you wouldn't be the one to bail us out," Yoshida grinned.

He sighed, knowing they were completely correct. "You're goddamn right I would."

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #writing #ryoma terasaka #ryouma terasaka #taisei yoshida #takuya muramatsu #i hope this is ok!!#i know realistically muramatsu would def collaborate w hara #in a cooking contest #but for the sake of focusing on these three #i left her out </3 #im in love with the idea of muramatsu and yoshida acting like fools #and matching energy #like they totally would #i hope i wrote them ok btw #!!!!!

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