#tone tagging in case anyone at all takes this seriously

[flaringgoosebumps]

this is cyberbullying @foreverwithatinygoat

[house-of-lovin]

legally binded

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

Note: Wrote a quick one, I don't usually write about real people so (this is all fiction, don't take it seriously) Can you tell I'm procrastinating on my other WIPs.

Word Count: 2.1k+

“Blacking out at a strip club in Vegas, are you fucking serious?”

Jake, your manager’s voice thunders around the office. 

You sink lower into the armchair, casting your eyes down – ashamed. From your peripheral, you can see Jake pacing up and down behind his desk and yanking at his tie; roughing up his usually neat-suited appearance. 

“Is it bad?” You gather the courage to ask.

There was a lot of shit that Jake lets you get away with. He’s known since you were a young teen with starry-eyed dreams. Except, your dreams did come true. You were living it, working with respected directors and actors on prestigious sets and projects; it was a shot in the dark that you would ever become a working actor much less a critically-acclaimed one but Jake took a chance on you.

But no one had warned you just how much you had to give up in order to keep succeeding at your dream. Work breeds more work, is that what they say?

Well if that’s the case, it certainly felt like it. Since your first big break, you haven’t stopped working. Seemingly flying to every crevice of the Earth to show face at yet another event they had scheduled on your calendar. 

You could barely name the day of the week.

Being in your teens in the public eye was not easy and it hasn’t gotten any easier as you entered your 20s. So they can sue you for trying to have some fun for once in your life. Granted, you may have gone overboard with it… that much you can own up to.

“Is it bad?” He scoffs, reiterating your question in a mocking tone and if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have been able to stave off your annoyance. “Try the end of times… you got locked up in jail. For possession of coke. You can imagine the headlines.”

You wince, clamping your eyes shut. Yeah, that is bad. “It wasn’t mine! It was–”

“Oh, I know whose it was!” Abruptly stopping, he swipes a finger in your direction shutting you up. “You and your little boy-toy can say goodbye to each other ‘til Liv and I fix this goddamn mess.”

“I didn’t know he had it on him, Jake. And he’s not my boy toy.” Your nose screws up in disgust. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore. The media caught wind of your weekend away in Vegas with that singer. Did you really think no one would recognize you with a famous musician in a strip club? They have pictures of you in cuffs, Y/N – you’re lucky you didn’t get pressed with charges for drug possession.” 

You hear the tired disappointment in Jake’s voice and feel guilt crawl around in your chest. No words seem to be good enough to fix the mess you created so you stay silent. You can add this to the list of headlines he has had to clean up recently. You keep your head down, like a petulant child called into the principal’s office – which in this situation, was an accurate comparison.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Y/N.” A higher-pitched voice echoes behind you and theoretically, if it were physically possible to pass through atoms, you’d be 6-feet under the Earth’s crust.

Far, far away from Liv.

“I already gave her the talk, Liv. We haven’t got the time. What’s the plan to fix this?” Jake crosses his arms, one elbow propped to hold his heavy head up. The bags under his eyes were a clear indication that like you, he also hasn’t slept since he bailed you out of Clark County Jail – a mere 10 hours ago.

All you knew is that you were waking up in a cold, dingy cell with a nasty hangover and an officer shouting from behind steel bars that someone had posted bail for you. Next thing you knew, you were being escorted out the side entrance of the building and into a blacked-out Escalade then driven to a private tarmac where a jet was waiting to take you back to Los Angeles.

Liv is also someone you accredit your success to. Jake and Liv are partners and often represent clients together. You liked to call them each other’s work husband/wife. Liv is a tough lady, only in her early 30s and already one of the most sought-after PR agents in Hollywood; has a boss-ass bitch attitude and a resting bitch face to match. Where Jake often played the good cop with you, Liv was guaranteed to be the complete opposite. 

Liv rounds the desk, standing beside Jake. She was dressed in business casual clothes but her hair wasn’t done like it usually was – a sign she had rushed over here upon your arrival. Staring you down with a menacing glare before rolling her eyes. “You’re not gonna like it, but I don’t care because we’re way past doing things your way.”

You sit up, a little scared. Liv is not one to mess around with. If she says it’s something you won’t like, you might as well go dig up your own grave. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I have an idea as to how to get some heat off your shoulders. Just until the press can find something else to fuss over.” She waves with a hand, furiously typing on her phone.

You and Jake shared a look, waiting for her to continue. 

“Well, are you going to tell us or not?” Jake huffs, throwing his hands in the air. Was he the only one in this damn room that felt like the sky was falling?

A knock interrupts before Liv can respond. “Hold that thought… Come in!” She holds a finger up, shoving her phone in her back pocket. 

You turn around, curiosity getting the better of you. Only, it was Jake’s assistant popping her head in. “Sorry for interrupting, sir. I know you said not to disturb you unless it was urgent.”

Jake runs a tired hand on his face. “Just get to the point, Em.” He says, not unkindly.

“Miss Olivia’s guests are here for the meeting. I was wondering if I can let them in?” The young assistant says timidly. Anyone can feel the thick tension in the room. No doubt she also saw the headlines plastered all over the internet of your face. There was an urgency in her mannerism that told you she wanted out of this conversation as soon as possible.

“Yes, let them in! Don’t make them wait.” She waves frantically. The door closes, leaving the three of you alone for a moment.

“Liv, what is this?” Jake asks before you can.

“Y/N, control your anger and be kind to our guests. This is for you, remember that.” She plasters a large smile with her last words as the door opens; multiple voices can be heard behind you. What the hell does that mean?

“Miss Ortega, great to officially meet you and Sarah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.” Your head snaps to the side as Liv steps out from behind the desk to greet the people behind you.

The sight has you struck dumb. Why is Wednesday Addams in your manager’s office?

Granted, you know who she is. Who doesn’t? You can barely drive down any highway in L.A. without seeing her face plastered on some sort of billboard or building. But why is she here, in this office?

“Y/N I’d like you to meet Miss Ortega…” You were still rooted in your chair, just staring at them like an idiot. An uptick of a brow is raised as Jenna watches you remain unmoving. 

“Get up.” Jake kicks the back of your chair as he rounds the desk to greet Jenna and her manager, gritting under his breath. You spring up at the thud, rubbing your back in annoyance. 

“Nice to meet you, Miss Ortega.” You extend your hand when she finishes greeting Jake. 

She stood a good few inches under you, dressed casually in loose pants and a hoodie. She had a pair of sunglasses pushing her hair back, which was tied in a messy low bun; headphones around her neck.

You two have never crossed paths in all your years in Tinseltown – which was surprising considering you two are around the same age. There might have been an event or two that you had attended at the same time but you have never had the chance for a formal introduction. It wasn't difficult to see why the whole world was buzzing about Jenna Ortega.

“Just Jenna is fine.” She slides her hand in yours, sending a small, shy smile. The sparks you feel when your palms connect has you flinching almost imperceptibly. You see Jenna’s eyes snapping toward your connected hands telling you she may have felt it too. But before you can think too hard on it, you’re pulling away from her grasp. 

“Let’s all sit down, so we can tell you why you’re both here.”

Jenna takes the armchair to your left, and you fight to keep your sight straight ahead. “There’s no easy way to break the news. But here’s the CliffsNotes version. Over 24 hours ago, Y/N was arrested in Vegas. The press is having a field day, they already have the paps planted outside her house and every location she frequents. Our solution… a PR relationship, just until all of this has died down.”

You stare deadpan at Liv. Out of all the years, you have known her, this has to be the most balls-to-the-wall, bonkers shit she’s ever said to you. 

“What?” A sweet voice piques beside you, voicing out the shock you weren’t able to verbalize.

“A fake relationship, sweetie.” Her manager, Sarah says in a much sweeter tone than Liv could ever muster.

You can see her shake her head from your side eye. “We agreed to no PR stunts like this, Sarah.”

“I know, Jen. But with the recent controversy online… we just think this may be a good look. Liv called me last night and we came up with this plan and thought it couldn’t hurt with both of your situations.” At least her manager sounded apologetic. 

Jenna scoffs, feeling irritated and ambushed. “No offence, but I can handle a few nobodies online. And my situation is nowhere near as bad as hers. If anything how would pairing me up with someone who does drugs be good for my image.”

Your head snaps to her, nearly growling, “Watch it. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She bites back, turning to glare at you. “Is it not the truth?”

“No.”

“We got a drug user and a liar, great.” She mutters under her breath.

“Okay stop! You two don’t have a choice,” Sarah speaks up, sending Jenna a look you didn’t care enough to decipher. 

“Get someone else,” You say to Liv, ignoring everyone else around you. “Literally anyone else, please.” 

Jenna puffs out an incredulous scoff. “Screw you, dude.”

“Screw you too!”

“Jenna!” “Y/N!” The adults of the room shout over one another, chastising you both.

“That’s enough!” Jake shouts, getting you to break your intense glaring at the other actress. Jake’s tone slightly scared you, he was never one to raise his voice. And you knew you were balancing on some very thin and fragile ice with him at the moment. 

“This is the plan and that’s final! Jenna, everyone sees you as America’s sweetheart after the success of Wednesday. As much as it sucks, everyone is watching your next move, personally and professionally. And Y/N, you’ve been in the press for literally all the wrong things this year, and yet, the public can’t get enough of you. It’s good publicity on both sides… So you two will learn to get along – for the sake of both of your careers.” He says with a tone that leaned on threatening and you didn’t have the balls the challenge him on that. 

You had worked too hard for the life you have today just for it to be thrown away by a careless mistake. So if you had to buckle down and act in love with one of the most annoying people you had ever met, in world-record time, then so be it.

“How long…” You mumble, dropping your head in defeat.

“Three months at most. Less the quicker people forget about your night at the county jail.” Liv answers.

“Fine…” You conceded.

A few seconds of silence ring out before she answers, “Fine…”

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Jake and Liv @ Reader:

I swear there's a SpongeBob meme for everything.

:)

[mlm-writer]

Pins and Needles (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker (A.G. ver.) x Virgin Cis Male Reader Rating: Explicit   Words: 1548 POV: Third Summary: Peter gets put in jail for crimes he did not commit. At least his cellmate is a nice dude. Note: For the prompt ‘virginity kink’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here.   Tags: prison AU, virgin reader, the virginity kink is barely there I’m sorry, blowjob, frotting, hint of body worship, weirdly fluffy, Peter was a hoe in college (hinted) and facial

The uniform was a great fit for his well-built frame. It was all the positivity Peter could find in himself as he was guided through the long hallway in handcuffs. He had expected the other inmates to leer at him, but it was awfully quiet in this prison. Maybe the heavy metal doors were soundproof. 

When he and the guards arrived at the door with a white ‘420’ painted on it, Peter could not help but snicker a little. However, his smile vanished with the look one of the guards gave him. The black metal door opened with a heavy creak. Peter was met with the sight of a small cell consisting of two bunk beds, two chairs, a sink and a toilet. “Finally! I was getting lonely, boys!” A masculine voice called, before Peter saw a man jump from the top bed. He was handsome, Peter noted. There also was an aura of dominance around him, as if this prison was the hotel he owned. 

The handcuffs were unlocked and the guards left Peter alone with the stranger. “I would give you my real name, but then I’d have to kill you,” the man spoke cheerfully. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. He shifted on his feet, body trying to take up as little space as possible. “Oh don’t look like that, we will have a blast!” The man stepped closer and tapped the collar around Peter’s throat. “So… a mutant, huh?” 

Peter nodded nervously and hummed. “Yeah…” The man offered his hand and Peter slowly took it. “I’m Peter,” he offered, but he did not expect a name back. He noted that the man had no collar around his neck. 

“They call me ‘Pins’ around here. You’re so skinny, boy. From now on, if anyone asks, your name is ‘Needles’. As long as you stick with me, nothing will happen to you, all right?” Peter nodded as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Pins and Needles, huh?” Peter tried to joke, but it was obvious that was the gist. 

Pins made Peter hold the inside of his pocket most of the time. Peter followed his cellmate diligently, hung around with the other guys Pins associated himself with. They were a decent bunch, though they liked to mess with the guards from time to time. They were harmless pranks. Peter got to know them all by first name and what they were in for. However, getting information out of anyone about Pins was impossible. Even Pins avoided answering any question about himself directly. All Peter got to know was his favourite song, which was at least a decade or two old. 

It was another evening in their cell, the moonlight shining through a tiny window. Pins was humming his favourite song again. Peter was enjoying the background noise, when it suddenly stopped and Pins’ head appeared upside down as the man hung over the side of the top bunk. “Hey, Needles, can I ask you something?” He still sounded jolly, but Peter recognised the seriousness hidden in his voice. That same tone was there when Pins asked if anyone or anything was bothering him. It was that same tone when Pins asked if Peter slept like sleeping beauty. Peter nodded and sat up in his bed. “Would you kiss me if I asked you to?” Pins whispered.

Peter frowned. Pins had never asked him anything like that. “Uhm…” Peter started. He then crawled over to Pins and framed his face with his hands. The last time he did this, Peter was the one hanging upside down. He leaned in slowly, allowing Pins to push him away in case the man had been joking, but Pins stayed still. His lips were chapped, but warm against Peter’s. When they parted, Pins smoothly jumped off the bunk bed and kissed Peter again. 

Peter got so easily lost in Pins’ kisses. They were full of passion, as if Pins had been waiting for this. It was at this moment that Peter realised he had been waiting for this as well. He grabbed his cellmate by the neck and dragged him onto his bed. Their heated kisses were put on hold, when Peter pulled both the orange and white shirt over Pins’ head. Pins could not speak a word, before Peter was pulling him in for another kiss once more. Peter ran his hands over Pins’ chest, determined to remember what he felt like. When Pins pinned him down by his throat, just above his collar, Peter let out a very soft ‘oh fuck’.  

“Where is this going, Needles?”

“Well I have not been able to masturbate or have sex for the last few months, so feel free to… you know… do whatever.” 

Pins was awfully quiet and unmoving. Peter wondered if he had been too forward. His fears only seemed to be confirmed, when Pins let go of his neck. “Would you let me fuck you?” Peter hummed affirmatively. “Needles… I… must confess something.” Peter sat up and took Pins’ hands in his own. “I’ve actually never done anything like that. You know… have sex.” 

Peter blinked at his cellmate, who was avoiding eye contact. “Have you ever had a blowjob?” Pins made a sound that definitely meant ‘no’ and Peter’s mind was reeling. “Handjob?” Same sound. “Not even with a woman?” Same sound. Peter could not believe it. Pins, the baddest inmate he knew, was a total virgin. It was a strange thought, but at the same time, Peter not only wanted to be Pins’ first, he needed it. “Then… may I?” 

Pins seemed hesitant with his silence, but eventually, he guided their entwined hands to his crotch. Peter felt the bulge there. He explored its shape in the dim light of the moon, after Pins let go of his hand. It was a slippery slope from feeling Pins through his uniform pants to Peter being on top of the other man and rubbing their bare cocks together.

The scary criminal was no longer here. Peter muffled Pins’ sounds with feverish kisses that got them drunk on pleasure. “Needles, I’m gonna cum real soon if you don’t pause for a second,” Pins whined. Peter remembered how soon his first time was over and he wanted this to last at least a little longer, in case his innocence was proven tomorrow and he would never get this chance again. 

Peter climbed off his cellmate and completely rid himself of his uniform. He heard Pins doing the same. “Can you do something for me?” Peter asked, while he climbed back onto his thin mattress. Pins pulled him down onto his chest. It was weirdly intimate for the image Pins built around himself, but Peter liked the idea that he was the only one to see this side of him. 

“What do you want?” Pins whispered while his fingers traced lines across Peter’s skin. Peter snuggled into the other man’s chest. He smelled of the standard bland prison soap and a hint of just Pins. 

“Can you call me Peter? Just for tonight?” Peter did not get an answer for a moment. The fingers stilled on his bare shoulder. He was afraid he asked for too much. Then he felt Pins’ lips brush the shell of his ear. Warm breath hit his skin as the man whispered a name to him. Peter repeated it under his breath. It was beautiful. It belonged to the man he had fallen in love with. 

Peter shifted and kissed down Pins’ body. Peter had already seen it every time they took a shower, but now he also got to touch it. He slid off the bed and pulled Pins’ hips to the edge of the bed. When Peter reached the other man’s cock, he licked a long stripe up the length. Pins let out a delicious sigh. Peter savoured the taste of him, wettening his cock with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. It had been some time since the last guy he fooled around with in college, but Pins seemed to enjoy the little graces of teeth. Pins had his hand in Peter’s hair. Peter relaxed and let Pins guide him. 

“Fuck, this feels so good… Peter,” Pins whispered through his teeth. Peter could hear his breathing and recognised the laboured breath of a man trying not to cum too soon all too well. He started stroking himself. It did not take long for Pins to pull Peter off his cock. Peter awaited the inevitable with his tongue out, stroking himself vigorously. Warm cum hit him in the face and Peter had to cover his mouth so the entire cell block would not hear him moan out Pins’ real name. 

When he finished covering his own hand in cum, Peter dropped his head onto Pins’ thigh. He sighed and kissed the skin, contented in his post-orgasmic bliss. A hand ran through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Did you cum?” 

Peter chuckled. “That’s so typical of you to ask,” he giggled as he closed his eyes. “But yeah, don’t worry. How are you? Don’t regret your first time?” Peter could feel Pins shift. Then warm lips kissed the top of his head. 

“You can be my first everything, Needles.” “I’ll hold you onto that, Pins.” 

[lunarleonardo]

Ok, quick question, do you have an idea for how long you want Love Letter to be? Because I genuinely need a vague idea of how long it's going to be until the comfort because IM DYING. I NEED A RESOLUTION, PLEASE. YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE PLANNED OR ANYTHING, JUST AN APPROXIMATE ESTIMATE FOR HOW MANY CHAPTERS THE FIC WILL BE. I don't usually read stuff this gruesome, so I'm like suffering right now because of my own dumbassness because I need a happy ending. I'm slowly dying from the suspense. I eat your content up every time, and like out of the maybe 4 or 5 fics you recently have made on the saiouma tag, I've only recently realized you wrote them all. YOU WERE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON AND I WAS JUST SHOCKED. (How are they pumping these out left and right?? What type of stuff do they think about to come up with this stuff? How do they stay so serious when writing?)<- genuine thoughts I had a few weeks ago. ANYWAYS, keep up the good work. I'll be waiting in dread until the comfort comes, but I'll still be eating the love letter chapters whenever they come out no matter what. Also, please shuichi do not cannibalize yourself. Please. Do not. That last paragraph in chapter 9 has e so worried.

Hi sorry! I would have answered this much sooner, but I got stuck in an Uno game that lasted for over an hour. BUT I'm finally free (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

I'm expecting Love Letter to be at least 20 chapters or so. There will be two more nighttime segment chapters (Shuichi's pov), and the rest will be the daytime segments with Kokichi and Maki. We're nearing the end of this arc, and after that, the recovery will start. I won't give away too much, but we're drawing ever closer! ^_^ As for an estimate until the recovery chapters... I'd say at least 7 or 8...? Maybe?? I don't have the last few days planned out chapter-wise, so we'll have to see for that one ;o; it's at least over 5

If you can't stomach the gruesome bits, I really don't recommend reading the fic (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) at least not the nighttime segments. Don't force yourself to read anything that makes you uncomfortable or ill!!

I can answer those three questions!

I have a lot of free time @_@ . Whenever I'm bored, I start writing. I have sooo many ideas and I love to share them! Everyone has been so supportive, and it's given me the confidence to post more and more of my stuff :) I write a lot and I write fast lol

Ever since I was little, I enjoyed the darker parts of fiction. I enjoy whump especially :p so I'm always thinking about different whump tropes and applying them to my favs. I also take a lot of inspiration from music and games-- M5DP was born between my replaying Your Turn To Die and an event that happened in a roleplay between me and my gf. The base idea for Fever Frost was born from the third Wings of Fire book, and reinforced with Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte. Impermanent Attachment happened because I found it funny to give Shuichi a gun, but also mostly because I had a Komahina timeloop fic I wanted to write for ao3 and just never got the confidence to at the time. (If anyone wants me to go more in depth with how I put these fics together, just ask. I have lots of notes o_O) I'm ALWAYS thinking and having ideas ^_^ trust me i would have way more fics up if i came to ao3 with the confidence to post my mer / vampire / dragons fics

? Honestly I'm not sure what this means, sorry QwQ I've been writing since my hands could touch a keyboard. I submitted a Pokémon fanfic for one of my 1st grade creative writing assignments. I take every story as seriously as the writer wants me to, and in the case of my own fics, there are some parts where the tone is serious and some parts where it's just like "wtf is going on". That "two late!" joke in Love Letter wasn't planned at ALL, it only happened because the idea made me giggle ;P

Anyhow, thank you!! Dread is a good emotion to have when it comes to Love Letter updates <3 /j I PROMISE the comfort will come. I cannot physically handle an unhappy ending,, or at the very least a hopeful one xD

As for Shuichi... well. I can't promise anything. O_o

[samuelroukin]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @meyerlansky thank you 🙏

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

18..

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

294,445

3. what fandoms do you write for?

right now just cod 😔 i gotta write the third turn fic but the brainrot is strong

4. top five fics by kudos

limerence (i'll be your animal)

no face, no case

baptized in gunpowder

bliss in suffering

bite (this is war)

5. do you respond to comments?

sometimes it takes me a while bc i get Anxiety but i try to respond to all of them, it means so much that someone would take the time and i'd feel horrible not at least saying thanks

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably and i'm glad the world is ending bc well. nothing like knocking out the guy you just had weird sex with to make your escape.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

genuinely couldn't pick one, i think they all end on a pretty happy note? i don't always resolve Everything but i leave them in a spot where they can work out the details later if necessary lol

8. do you get hate on fics?

not to my face! i can think of a million reasons why i would, but everyone's been really niceys

9. do you write smut?

me??? write smut?? never.

10. craziest crossover:

i don't have any, and they're not really something i'm interested in so i'm unlikely to ever write one

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so, i'm not a big name author so unless it's just ai scraping i don't think anyone would bother

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, not as far as i know! i do have one reader that used google translate bc they don't speak english tho

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope, most i've done is discuss ideas and Options which is really fun, but i don't think actual co-writing is for me

14. all time favorite ship?

i don't think any ship i've liked has ever had the grip on me that soapghost has 💀

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

at this point it's looking like part three of the simleb fics but i WILL get to it. i will. i can't abandon my boys. there's also the one with gaz overhearing soapghost and relaying the details to price which i still like but it needs Something and i couldn't put my finger on it

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut. i think i'm alright at setting tone as well, and i like to think i'm ok at building up tension

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i'm terrible at dialogue and pacing. set descriptions too, i never know how much detail to put in vs letting readers fill in the blanks. i also don't really know how to describe it but i feel like my fics read less like a book and more like a script. and i get pointlessly, annoyingly wordy to say something that could be said in like two sentences lmao. add to that abuse and misuse of punctuation marks and it really is a mess lmao

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i don't like it generally speaking unless it's a word or two. i've used it once or twice tho dkjfhjkhst. it depends on the Why i guess, but if they're speaking another language together (as in one or more characters understand what's being said) i think it's better to be like 'he switched to dutch' and then use italics to go "Okay, this is what's happening, don't let them catch on." instead of writing the language

19. first fandom you wrote in?

i think it was death note? maybe something for a band before that, i'm not sure tbh

20. favorite fic you've written?

miannach my beloved 🙏 it's not perfect but i had a lot of fun with the magic and the crack taken seriously while still also being a little funny, plus it has one of my fave smut scenes i've written

tagging @bayonettotheheart @brotherdusk @meduseld @c4tto626 @ferindencadash only if u want ofc 🫡

[typicalopposite]

Uhhhhh it’s been a while 😂😮‍💨 thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Soooooo I bring yall two snippets today!

First from ch 3 of my psych fic (I know, You know)

Carlton sits up in his wasn’t-supposed-to-be empty bed, and for the first time in a long time it feels way too big. He thinks he might downgrade to a twin to eliminate that feeling once and for all. It’s his day off, and he really just wants nothing more than to be at the station, if for nothing more than to get his mind off of Victoria.

He burns his first pot of coffee and, like most things he has cared for in his life, he pours it down the drain. 

There are multiple missed texts and a few calls on his phone, so he leans against the counter while he waits for the second pot to brew and goes through them. A voicemail from the chief letting him know the case O’Hara and Spencer were working on wrapped up sometime during the early morning. A text from O’Hara– even though he has repeatedly told her how he feels about texts; but as much as he would never admit it he does care for her as a partner, and so he deals with them – just saying: Case closed! I hope your date went well. There’s also multiple texts from Spencer that he seriously has half a mind to ignore, but he opens them anyway. 

7:05 am - hey buddy :D sorry about last night but remember in the words of the great thomas jefferson its always darkest before the dawn.

7:07 am - gus says its actually thomas fuller that said that 

7:07 am - but i've heard it both ways

7:10 am - listen how about you get yourself all lassitered up and meet us at the judge for yourself cafe at 8 for some chocky chip waffles my treat

7:11 am - well gus’ treat

7:15 am - change of plans gus said he isn’t treating anyone to waffles so how about you just meet me there at 9 and we will enjoy the delicious waffles without him

7:15 am - but with his card of course. see you there!  :)                          

Carlton stares at the messages, reads through them once more, then lays his phone down on the counter. If he was even considering meeting Spencer for breakfast, it would be solely for the free food on Guster and no other reason. That's a big if anyway.     

And the second is from a 9-1-1 fic that may or may not ever see the light of day but it’s like 15k already and I just need to share it somewhere 👀👀

If Tommy knew he was up drinking this early he would be pissed. 

Okay… he wouldn’t be pissed; he’d be disappointed, maybe; saddened, definitely. Unsurprisingly, the thought of either of those bother him way worse. 

He takes a sip anyway. 

It’s the burn as it goes down. It’s the floatiness he feels once it gets into his bloodstream. It’s the release of dopamine, and serotonin, once it hits his brain. He needs it. He needs to not care. He needs to forget; because if he doesn’t he is going to spiral into insanity… and for now the possibility of spiraling into alcoholism seems a little more tolerable than that. 

He takes another sip.  

It’s been two weeks and the memories still hurt as bad as the reality did that day in the hospital. 

Buck downs the rest of his glass, hides it and the bottle in the cabinet under his side of the sink and walks out of the bathroom. He passes the big mirror in their room and stares at himself for a while before finally pulling off his shirt exposing his bare muscular and toned torso; the lightning scar, so much lighter now but still very much visible; the surgery scar, small and new. It’s still tender to the touch. He presses his fingers to it anyway.

And there ya have it!!! Tagging @scripted-downfall and maybe she will actually do it this time 😒😒😊

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Thank you so much @callivich for taking the time and effort for coming up with these questions, and thank you @such-a-barbarian for tagging me also!

This got long lol

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? 

one of my favorite generas of fic is shameless Mickey worship and for that I aways come back to from head to toe and the many things Mickey Milkovich has been called, Unforgiving Touches and the Feeling of Their Bruises. 

also, in no particular order You’re Tough To Love When You Don’t Love Yourself, the broad shouldered beasts series, sincerity is scary.

for something a little smutty go back to sleep has always been a favorite of mine

and as always, my favorite fic of all time Boy In The Box

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? 

i love that gif set of Ian sniffin’ on his husband, also I think there’s one thats a compilation of Mickey’s best smiles through the series, gorgeous.

this beautifully edited (?) gifset I stg this is better quality than the actual show idk how they did that

this gorgeous art/gifset is awesome also!

this one is very important to me but man it hurts

another heartbreaker

everyone say thank you gif makers!!!!

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I literally just saw this one for the first time, it immediately went to the top of my list!!

Its so beautifully done and captures the tone of the original piece so well while also transforming it into a unique moment and commentary on intimacy in their own relationship, ugh, gorgeous 

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

creative mickey! the best thing season 10 gave us was mickey and his notebook. i just know when Ian sees that thing come out post canon a part of him locks up in genuine fear

i don’t really think he gets into art persay, but just being a creative thinker, figuring out how to run their business, decorating their apartment, building ian a garden on their balcony when he gets put on the waitlist for the community garden

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

so I had this idea very vaguely floating around in my head for a while, but it wasn’t even remotely formed, let alone developed and then suddenly last weekend the plot just came to me in that beautiful and cruel way inspiration comes and goes, but it will take forever to write because I want the pace to feel very slow and syrupy and a little dream (or nightmare) like.

i dont want to give away the plot but its very southern gothic, slight true crime elements, cults, slight age difference (younger Mickey)… anyways if anyone from the rural south wants to be on call to explain geography and culture to me, hit me up 

i also have an idea for a dirty filthy, nasty smut fic but i would have to post it anonymously i wouldnt be able to look anyone in the (virtual) eyes

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

in all seriousness, analyzing Shameless as a show overall is so interesting, understanding each of the characters as case studies in different particular expressions of being raised in poverty, which is what makes it twice as upsetting when someone is like, ‘why would this character do this, thats so stupid’ and the answer is that statically speaking that character was actually very likely to do that because of the circumstances they were born into and the way they’ve been affected by that throughout their life, but okay. I also noticed that a lot of people on here are not from America and I always wonder what their take on the social/political reading of the show, if it feels familiar at all etc.. 

i also remember the first time someone commented under my fic to be like, ‘why are you giving Mickey a pass Ian did this’, and someone else commented underneath that ‘oh well Mickey did that so he’s a bad person etc.’ and it was just so upsetting to me, I dont see a lot of that on my dash but I just personally believe that if you are judging teenagers/young adults who are in the middle of their first major mental health crisis or who have suffered unimaginable abuse and neglect their entire life, you need to recalibrate your empathy levels 

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

I love love early seasons (1-3) there is just something so nostalgic about it and as a show that’s when the writing was at its most creative and interestingly paced

also who doesn’t love baby gallavich?

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? 

Ugh Im so sorry I am going to have to add all the lyrics to In Your Love by Tyler Childers, the inspiration for my first fic title because it is the most perfect song to encapsulate the passion between them and the work and sacrifices they put up for each other

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

where is mandy? where the fuck is my girl?

also the fact that kevin had a son with v’s mom and just, has no interest in a relationship with him? like that made the story easier for sure but it doesn’t make sense with his character

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

guys, there is not a scene in this show that we have not done to death already (affectionate)

and you know what? we’ll do it again!

but just for the sake of it, the “would you take care of me if i was paralyzed” scene, you can see that Mickey is almost idk, hesitant? but that’s because he’s really picturing it and that his yes is genuine and thought out, and ian’s face of wonder when he realizes that he has someone who loves him unconditionally and forever? earth shattering

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

listen, i think the laws of television writers being assholes would dictate that they would give a break up (and maybe reconciliation) arc which is my least favorite television trope

but irl? (u know what i mean) i think they do have some hard, stressful times both out of their relationships and in it and realize pretty quickly that they have to work as a team and lean on each other and it only makes them closer

i also think that they simply refuse to sleep without each other, like one night when Ian gets stuck at the gallagher house taking care of sick franny mickey will drive over and sleep in the twin bed with him or if mickey gets wasted on a night out with sandy and debbie and his battery runs out he’ll stumble his ass home instead of going with one of them when they offer even if it takes forever

and ian grows his hair and stubble out to look like it does in the most recent photos (fluffy mullet) and mickey adores it he can’t keep his hands off his husbands head it’s a sensory dream

Thanks again for tagging me!

i’ll tag @stocious @mybrainismelted @sirrudo @solitarycreaturesthey @juliakayyy @jrooc @jezzibelle89 @i-think-you-mean-reduction @iansw0rld

[justanapplenothinghere]

READ PLEASE!! SPREAD THIS AROUND!!

Hello, today this is usually different from what I post on here but I felt like this issue needs to be addressed.

As you know..there is a recent issue that has happened today, specifically two issues.

The blog below you may have seen a few recent times or so when scrolling.

But when we look at the intro, right it clearly states this here:

Which is fine when read at first but when I consider when my JOKE art was reblogged as this a few days ago:

CLARIFYING IN MY POST THAT IT'S A JOKE IN THE FIRST PLACE! So bare that in mind..that I am a MINOR and with getting comments like that from people with no indication of what tone they mean by saying that. But obviously if you don't have any tone tags, I will assume it as being serious. It would've been fine it was /j or /hj at the end but as you can see by the evidence there is none. Even my friend said for me how they feel uncomfy with those types of comments. And that is understandable.

Further more to prove my point across..since it states No NSFW but mentions of it are supposedly okay and yet they comment that on the reblog with unclear tone so of course I'm going to take it seriously.

Second issue, I have is that they use my PLATONIC FRIEND'S art on C.ai without permission from my friend in the first place.I even asked my friend if they asked them or even at least credited them and here they say this:

Which come on! It's literally not that hard to credit people! Like even I use my friend's art with permission of course and I credit them.

EVEN ON TUMBLR OR ANY SOCIAL MEDIA.

And when I even reblog their post kindly asking them to remove the art on Character.ai they used and clearly stated that they're stealing my friend's art if they don't even credit them. They just ignore my comment NOT EVEN INTERACTING AND SAYING "Oh hey i'm really sorry about this! Here let me do that now." JUST STRAIGHT UP IGNORING IT. IT'S NOT RIGHT FOR ANYONE'S ART TO BE USED WITHOUT PERMISSION FIRST! AT ALL! AND EVEN IF YOU CLEARLY DON'T KNOW WHERE THE ART IS FROM OR BY WHO YOU SHOULD AT LEAST SAY "OH HEY I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS BY BUT IT'S NOT MY ART!" IT JUST ANNOYS ME AND MANY ARTISTS WHEN THAT HAPPENS! But here you can clearly see that's not the case. They clearly DO KNOW where they got the artwork from but just go out of their way to not credit them

Thank you to those who read all this and I'm extreamly sorry for posting this post in such a personal way but I just wanted to get my point across, but by no means DO NOT HARASS THIS PERSON!! AT ALL!!

So thank you this is Applin signing off.

God I need a coffee after all this.

[tonydaddingham]

I mean, sometimes an oxrib *is* just an oxrib. Like to me! The oxrib's an oxrib not a sexual metaphor and almost any other response to looking for a receptive body could've been just *so* bad. 😆 Not mutually exclusive! 😁

mhm, and i completely agree!💕 right so im gonna take this a little seriously for a moment, because im a bit worried that i might have caused offence (tone reading is really not my strong suit).

look, im not at all disputing that the text is positing that the ox-rib scene is literally a depiction of a) aziraphale being tempted for the first time, b) that temptation being to enjoy an earthly pleasure (that pleasure being food), and c) it's the/at least one origin of one of the most compelling and identifiable aspects of aziraphale's characterisation as we know it in modern day. what the text says, alone, has multiple layers of symbolism, and i do think they bear their own weight without any sexual filter placed upon it. 100%, the ox-rib is quite literally, sometimes, just an ox-rib.

equally, what i am saying is that i think that there is a justifiable interpretation of sexual subtext in it, also. im not saying that's the only interpretation (like i said in the tags of the previous ask - not at all the only one) nor am i saying it's the correct one, but i think it's one that is persuasive on its own merit. so, when i joked about neil with his "just an ox-rib" tag, im saying whilst - yes - that may not be the text, he's clearly able to recognise innuendo/sexual subtones by nature of his avoidance of it for crowley's line in s1. hence, i simply found it funny that his response from that ox-rib ask, and the corresponding tag, implied that the subtone was not there at all in the job minisode.

i get why he might not confirm the sexual undertone, if he does in fact recognise that there is one. im literally just having a laugh about it, and i maybe thought that had been a bit more obvious than it was. in any case, well - maybe he didn't recognise that subtext, or thinks that particular interpretation is perhaps a bit contrived. maybe he did recognise it, but didn't want to confirm it as to not invalidate or dismiss anyone's - or any community's - interpretation of the scene/minisode as a whole (which i think is the more likely and imo, in all seriousness, is the best way to have responded to that ask to ensure all hcs/interpretations can be considered valid because... well, they are all valid). or maybe he's just fucking about in general because he can. any road, i do recognise the text of the scene without the sexual filter on it... i just thought the situation was funny 💕

[lyneytricks]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Genre ➸ Headcannons. Idk how to classify this in a genre

Warnings ➸ Talking about self harm. Not explicit descriptions of it

A/N ➸ I am not, in any way, trying to glorify or make self harm ‘less of an issue’. These are just my headcannons, and a way to connect with these characters. The tone of this post is light-hearted, though not because I don’t take self-harm seriously

A lot more words on wanderer’s part than on the rest & He/Him pronouns used for Furina, They/Them for Lynette

Characters ➸ Wanderer, Furina, Lynette, Fischl

Word Count ➸ 556 words in total

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wanderer – 157 words

Disregarding the debate of “can he bleed?”, because he can, and is shown to bleed in a cutscene (although it’s very easy to miss). I propose the question “can he scar?” and I don’t mean it in the ‘can he get hurt’ way, I mean it in the “Do his scars show?”

I think it’d be fitting, both lore (ex. Fading puppet joints) and character wise, for his scars to just.. Fade, over time. It’s a little far fetched, but it’s sort of like him. Like how he hides himself.

Getting that out of the way, because that’s how I delude myself into thinking my headcannons are real, I think he tried almost anything to see if it could hurt him. He tells himself he’s just curious, that it’s normal to test his limits. He tells himself it’s just curiosity, when he scurried away during nights to search for any sharp objects inside the palace of Surasthana.

Furina – 105 words

Furina is a less complicated case, knowing that he is human and therefore, bleeds and scars like any other human would. The main obstacle he has with this is his “godhood”, and his efforts to appear as one. Of course, what reason would a god have to do such a thing? Why would a god, in all of his might, scar not from battle but because of himself?

He mainly hurt himself on his arms, because of his tendency to wear shorts. He is always hyper-aware of his sleeves. He does have some scars of his thighs, though. There were times where he wasn’t thinking.

Lynette – 130 words

I bet you didn’t expect them to show up, huh? (you did, because they show up in the characters section and in the tags+warnings, but shh) Jokes on you, I am an extremely big Lynette fan. The fanatism is just dormant.

I’ve also written something about this in the past, though I probably deleted it, considering how I didn’t really understand Lynette all that much back then. My thought still stands, though.

I feel like when Lynette loses control of themselves, they scratch their thighs as a way to let out their emotions ‘without hurting anyone’. Lynette cares deeply about the people around them, and they believe that telling them anything would be a burden to them, so their ways of dealing with their emotions can be pretty self destructive.

Fischl -174 words

Fischl isn’t as “extreme” as others on this post, but I think that it’s worth talking about, regardless. All self harm is still self harm, no matter how ‘light’ it seems to be, and it deserves to be treated as such.

I hc her to cut her hands, around the palm and edges of the fingers, and right above her ankles, where she knows the scars will be hidden from sight during her day to day. Some other times, she bites her hands until to the point that her jaw hurts, because it’s one of the best ways to let out stress for her. It calms her down a lot. The cuts are few and far between, so much so that they can be passed off as simple accidents, hyper analysing every single thing she does to make it look unintentional. Some times, she thinks that what she does doesn’t count as harmful because it doesn’t “actually” hurt her “that much”, but Mona and Oz constantly tell her that it’s deserving of attention regardless

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[avaantares]

(yet another) rant: Please stop with the frivolous Trigger Warnings

(Note: If you want to skip the recipe blog intro and get to the actual important stuff, scroll down to the header that says, "Which Warning to Use on Your Post")

Sooo I made a text post that had a few words in capital letters mixed in for effect (the rest of the text was in standard formatting). Someone reblogged it with the tags "tw: all caps" and "tw: capital letters."

The existence of these tags, specifically in the form of a trigger warning, struck me as weird. I mean, I can see why someone might be uncomfortable with an all-caps text block, if they've dealt with abusive/angry capslocked emails or something, and I can see how large blocks of capitalized text could be difficult to read, and some users might prefer to avoid them. But...

Limited capitalization as emphasis (e.g. dropping OH WAIT in the middle of otherwise lower-case text to indicate a shift in tone) does not present the same issues as a solid block of capslocked text;

I have not encountered this tag in the plethora of posts that employ the meme/joke format of subverting standard case usage or alternating case (yes, the SpongeBob meme is a thing with an actual academic definition, and it also predates the existence of SpongeBob by some decades); and

Most importantly, while formatting definitely affects user experience and can be worth tagging for that reason, I wouldn't have escalated it to the level of a trigger, which is a term with a pretty specific definition:

The concept of ‘triggering’ describes the re-experiencing of unpleasant PTSD symptoms such as intrusive thoughts being evoked by exposure to materials which spark traumatic memories. Hence, content warnings have a long presence in psychiatric literature. [source: Typology of content warnings and trigger warnings: Systematic review]

(Full disclosure for anyone who hasn't already learned from reading my rants: I have a background in behavior science, so I'm all about scientific definitions and correct application of same.)

But I thought that maybe I was misinterpreting what was being tagged, and I like learning what I should tag in future posts, so I thought I'd look deeper into those tags and see if I was missing something.

Welp. It sure was educational.

Turns out there are established "trigger warnings" on Tumblr for all of the following (not a comprehensive list; these are just the ones I also saw when scrolling through the caps tags, since many of those posts had more than one thing tagged):

any text with two or more capital letters in sequence

any text in italics

any text underlined

any text in boldface

any text in a font other than the default

any text in a color other than the default (as well as tags for each individual color)

images in black and white

images in color (how dare color exist)

images with... subjectively brighter? colors

images without ALT text

posts containing emoji

and my favorite entry, which for obvious reasons I can't describe by the content it's supposedly protecting us from:

"tw just in case"

O_o

So... where to even begin.

I guess I'll get the promised rant out of the way (for those of you who prefer to stay positive, skip ahead two paragraphs): It's no wonder that much of society mocks the very concept of trigger warnings, when they're used this... I have to come right out and say frivolously. Heck, even I'm having trouble taking the greater Tumblr community seriously right in this moment, and I've been part of it for *mumble* years and practically live here. Who in the academic/corporate/entertainment/quote-unquote real world is going to honor a request for content warnings when they see that the """kids these days""" consider italicized text a psychological trigger they need to be protected from? And you can just imagine some dudebro saying, "Wow, these special snowflakes are so fragile they're even traumatized by seeing color, lulz. We should see what really freaks them out!" ...and that won't end well.

The obvious rebuttal to that point is to argue that these tags aren't intended for use by the outside world, most of which already thinks Tumblr died years ago. Not that this has ever stopped Twitter and Reddit and Facebook users from screenshotting Tumblr posts to claim ownership of mock before, but honestly the extra-Tumblr world is the less important concern here, so I won't labor that point. The more immediate issue is how this affects Tumblr users, the Tumblr community, and the experience we're all so proud of being able to curate for ourselves.

The critical point is this: Tags exist for Tumblr users to find things of interest and avoid things they don't want to see. Warnings exist for Tumblr users to protect themselves. Conflating the two can cause not only confusion, but the opposite of the desired effect of being able to curate your experience.

Please note that it is not wrong to tag any of the things listed above. By all means, tag everything in your post! Tag away! Tag your text formatting and images and colors! Use that whole tag space so people can find/not find your content as desired! But none of these things should be categorized as trigger warnings. Trigger warnings, content warnings, and tags are all separate things, and should be used appropriately so people know what to look for/avoid in a post.

Now, you may well ask: Why do the semantics matter? If something's tagged, why does it matter how it's tagged? Isn't it better to warn people about anything and everything that they might possibly not like?

For those affected by PTSD, trauma, phobias, anxiety, psychosis, optically-sensitive medical conditions, etc., being able to trust tags -- and the community's overall reliability where they are concerned -- can be critical to their health and well-being. When the community's tags become imprecise, sloppy, or unspecified -- for example, when people start throwing tags like "tw just in case" on their posts instead of actually describing what is in the post -- it becomes unpleasant or even dangerous for those people to exist in that community. And although doubtless well-intentioned, the kind of overzealous helicopter tagging that labels things like text formatting or the presence of emoji as a trigger does two things: First, it can confuse filters and sandbag search results (for search purposes, tags are treated like a word bank, rather than individual line items). Second, it fosters a general lack of regard for real, life-threatening triggers. If Tumblr users get used to seeing every tiny little thing called out as a "trigger" -- trigger warning, there's a picture of a bird in this post! trigger warning, I can't spell so there's probably a word misspelled in this post! trigger warning, someone used a heart emoji in this post! trigger warning, here's a photo with the color orange in it! trigger warning, there's a banana in this post! Self image trigger warning, I'm having the worst hair day, lol! j/k! -- then subconsciously, "trigger warning" becomes synonymous with "lots of things random people find mildly annoying, so tag stuff if you happen to think of it" instead of "a few important things we should be diligent about tagging because someone's life might quite literally depend on it."

I know categorizing tags can be confusing, and in recent years there hasn't been much consistency in usage on Tumblr, so here's a cheat sheet to help you decide what warnings to use (and to be clear, I didn't make these up; these are sourced from academic literature and teaching guides, and were -- back in the Olden Days -- also more widely used on Tumblr.)

For a more thorough description of the most common types of content to post warnings about, see this PDF.

Which Warning to Use on Your Post:

Trigger warning (TW): Used to denote content that may trigger a PTSD episode, a severe psychological reaction, or a physiological reaction due to a medical condition (e.g. epilepsy). Broadly speaking, this warning is intended to mitigate risks that may exist because of a viewer's personal experience and/or medical status. Examples of things that should be tagged TW: sexual violence; child abuse; flashing gifs

Content warning (CW): Used to denote sensitive material that may make viewers uncomfortable or upset, or that some viewers may prefer not to see, but not necessarily invoke a traumatic personal experience. Broadly speaking, this warning is concerned with a viewer's comfort level. This can include general concepts (e.g. discussion of homophobia) as well as specific instances (e.g. use of homophobic language). Examples of things that should be tagged CW: racism; nudity; death

Descriptive tags (not warnings): Used to describe the content of a post, without value judgment, so that it is searchable and/or avoidable. (And also to write rambling comma-free essays, because Tumblr is just Like That. But that's a whole separate thing.) Examples of things that can be (generally) tagged: the themes or topics being discussed; black and white images; capitalized text; insects; the color green; memes; rainbows; digital art; literally anything else that appears in your post

Can people still dislike/be upset by things that aren't on a broadly-accepted TW/CW list? Absolutely. But that's not quite the same as a trigger, and that's why we also have general tags.

Here's an example of the difference between disliking or being triggered by content (source: "The right way to use a Trigger Warning," emphasis mine):

Trigger Warnings are here to prevent people who have experienced traumatic experiences to be exposed to something that might trigger a physical and/or mental reaction. Trigger is the key word here. “Trigger*” is used to talk about PTSD and mental illness. “Triggered” and “offended/upset” are not the same concept. I can be upset if I see a picture of a beautiful cake because I cannot bake, but it won’t trigger a post-traumatic reaction. 

You aren't going to be able to anticipate every single person's likes and dislikes, phobias, emotional associations, and so on. There's a temptation to try to cover every base imaginable, but that's actually... less than helpful. Actively unhelpful, in some cases. In addition to the reasons I cited earlier, here's an example of how "I'll tag it just in case someone doesn't like a thing" warnings can be confusing:

Let's say I have two followers: WingHater96 has a deep phobia of butterflies, while ButterSuperFly78 adores butterflies. Tagging a post "butterflies" helps them both navigate my feed more efficiently: WingHater96 can block the entire "butterfly" tag, while ButterSuperFly78 can search for it.

However, let's say I tagged that post in the form of a warning like "tw: butterflies" and hid it below a Read More just in case someone following me didn't like butterflies. WingHater96 would still have that post blocked, because it contains the word "butterfly" in the tag. It would also still appear in ButterSuperFly78's search results for the same reason -- the presence of the warning doesn't affect search results at all. But when ButterSuperFly78 sees the warning tag, they might now be confused about whether the post is full of pretty butterfly photography (which they would like to see), or if maybe the reason I put a warning on it is because it's about butterflies being harmed, because why else would you warn someone about butterflies when they're the best things ever? But wait, does OP know that they're the best things ever? Is the warning there because OP secretly hates butterflies?? Do they need to unfollow OP now because they're a butterfly-hater??? and ButterSuperFly78 would not know whether to view the post or scroll past until they psychoanalyze me to determine my personal feelings on butterflies.

Adding the warning provided zero additional benefit for the person who already had the tagged thing blocked, but it caused additional problems for the person actively seeking out that thing.

Obviously this is a bit exaggerated (...though, speaking from experience, only a bit), but it's a lot more efficient to just list the things that are in a post in the tags without framing them as warnings. That way, people with different likes and dislikes can curate their own experience more easily, and know to take trigger and content warnings more seriously when they DO appear.

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TL;DR Trigger warnings exist to help people avoid PTSD or adverse psychological/physiological reactions. Casually throwing the word "trigger" in front of things that are not triggers makes people stop taking the need for warnings seriously, and can confuse people trying to curate their Tumblr experience. Reserve TW and CW for actual triggers/sensitive content and use standard tags for other things.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

request from @never-close-our-eyes: Person A talking about Person B, insisting how sweet they are, when others are in complete disbelief.

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: swearing

I laid back on Harry’s couch and dropped my arm over my eyes. Christine was leaning against Harry’s desk and everyone stared at me. I had a dopey grin on my face.

“you seriously want us to believe that Dan fielding put together a trip to Paris France for your anniversary?” Harry asked, disbelief clear in his tone.

“Well yeah.” I sighed out, peaking at them from under my arm. “It isn’t that hard guys. Dan is sweet. And romantic. And you all know, deep down, Dan is perfectly capable of it. You just don’t want to admit it.” Christine sighed and I heard them moving around a bit.

“Are we talking about the same Dan fielding who had mirrors put on his shoes to look up skirts?” Christine asked. “Or the same Dan who tried to guilt me into sleeping with him?”

“or the same Dan who tried to put mirrors the ceiling above the urinals?” Harry added. I sighed and sat up, leaning forward.

“guys you know one version of Dan.” I said. “I know the Dan behind the mask. Dan without the front. Do you all remember when he wanted to marry that heiress? Miss mini mall?” Everyone nodded. “The Dan I know is very similar to the one who bared his soul to all of us that day. Dan can be sweet if he wants to be.”

“but (y/n)…” Mac started. I shook my head.

“no buts mac. None of you have actually seen Dan in love. Properly in love.” I cut him off. “He’s a different person when he’s not here. And this trip is just a small portion of what I get to see on a daily basis. Just because you don’t understand it or can’t believe it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. Dan fielding is more complex than any of you can even fathom. Let’s leave it at that.” I got up and headed towards the door. Just as I pulled it open, Dan had his hand raised to knock.

“oh uh hi. I didn’t see anyone so I figured I’d better knock. In case there was anything…I wanted to be a part of.” Dan smirked before I rolled my eyes and moved to slip out. He caught my hand and smiled softly at me. “Sorry. I was actually looking for you. Flight leaves tomorrow morning at ten.” I nodded at him before looking back at the rest of the gang.

“no more midnight deadlines Dan?” Harry teased. Dan shook his head, never taking his eyes off me.

“not with this one.” Dan whispered before kissing my cheek. “I’ve learned my lesson.” He turned to look at Harry with a smile. “Going to do it right this time.”

[dogmomwrites]

Find the Words!

This one came from @charlesjosephwrites, so thank you for the tag! I'm passing it along with soft tags to @oh-no-another-idea, @writernamedfran, and @i-can-even-burn-salad, as well as an open tag for anyone who wants to join in!

Your words will be sense, peripheral, discussion, commotion, and blame. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were team, think, study, water, and appear. These excerpts were all taken from books 3 and 4 of my fantasy series

Team The meeting lasted several hours. The entire time they were in the war room, gathered around the table, Lukalt said nothing. While being included in the meeting meant that he was important, to some extent, he almost wished he’d been sent out with Ryder. He was certain he was only in the meeting because he was part of Nightwish’s team, and even that was an accident. Nightwish had never picked him.

He tried paying attention to what the others said—Saervin’s army would most likely attack from this direction, or this one and that one; focus the cavalry here, infantry there; archers remain back, of course—but he couldn’t help stealing a glance at Blue every so often. No one noticed. They were all too focused on the meeting, including Blue, even though most of his ideas were shot down for being too unrealistic.

Think “A carriage?” Theo asked as soon as she knew she wouldn’t be overheard. “They sent an actual carriage for you?”

He looked surprised. “Of course. What else should they have sent?”

“Something a little less prissy. I feel like I’m underdressed for whatever fancy ball we’re going to.” She adjusted her hat as if her complaint was genuine, and he smiled.

“I’ll request a carriage more suited to pirates next time. In any case, I think you look quite nice as you are. I’d be honored to have you accompany me to any ball.”

He said it in a rather casual tone, as if commenting on the weather, but his blue eyes were steady and his smile never wavered as he looked at her. For the first time in years, she found herself blushing and unable to hold his gaze. Suddenly the tassels on the soft cushion were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. She picked at them with all her focus on the trivial task.

Study The barkeep picked up the sketch to subtly stow away the coin. He frowned, studying the image and seeming to take it seriously. “Can’t say I have, sorry. He doesn’t look like a good man.”

“He’s not,” Seen said with a sigh, accepting the picture back.

“Most people like him tend to end up around Weisden. They don’t linger here long. We have too many guards for their liking.”

Water She laughed aloud. “Since when have gods or goddesses ever been practical?”

“She could have made a ship entirely out of diamond if she’d wanted. Why did she add...wreckage to it? What ship did this salvage come from?”

Her smile faded and she touched a part of the wooden railing that wasn’t encased in diamond. “My father’s ship.” Tossing his hat back to her second in command, she said, “Let’s get to the open water.”

Appear They glanced over at the dragon at the top of the waterfall. Its nose traced a circle in the air, then it suddenly snapped out, its jaws closing on what appeared to be nothing. It was still for a moment before turning and tilting its head. Another snap.

“What’s it doing?” Arial wondered aloud. She looked over when she heard Saben’s soft laugh.

“Oh, you have got to be joking,” he said to himself.

“What is the dragon doing?” Aero asked him.

“Have you ever seen a dog trying to catch the fly that buzzes around its head?” Saben asked.

[kierancampire]

Not helped by me just not feeling good today. But there was a post about green screen in movies, someone said about Ian McKellen, someone asked exactly what happened, so as i know about it, i just commented saying what happened, how it was handled and such, they heart reacted my comment. All good. Well, i say all good, someone replied to me and said Ian is an artist, and some homophobe took issue with me bringing up Ian McKellen's gay rights activism as i brought up sexuality for "no reason" even though i was just saying why i admired him and agreed he is amazing?

This was all much earlier today, when i get a notification from someone i don't know. I shit you not, some random person, so no one who had commented earlier, no one tagged, nothing, just a random person tagged me in a comment, saying they don't know who or what LoTR is, they aren't familiar with Ian McKellen, my tone ws confusing initially and they didn't get if i liked or disliked him, but they also seemed annoyed at me for this?

This is where i just constantly feel like losing my shit online. Can you imagine, in real life you are having a conversation with someone, then 12 hours later someone walks up to you, angry, and says they didn't understand the conversation you had with your friend earlier that day, and they were confused and didn't get it, and just made this entire thing about them for some reason, and are mad about it, and you need to take them seriously?

I haven't responded, cause I'm just like, i don't get it, i don't. It isn't even the seeming anger/annoyance. Why comment just to tell me you don't understand or know anything i spoke about, when my comment wasn't even to you? Like, is this another thing i need to do now? Make sure anyone at all times can explicitly understand everything i talk about, just in case they see/hear it and decide i am talking to them? Why does everyone constantly feel the need to make everything about them? Like when i was talking about doors salesmen and some random fucking dude, seething with rage, was like "I don't like this! When i was a doors salesmen i was depressed and suicidal and ready to kill myself! So the way you are talking about them offends me because that was such a bad time in my life!" again, nothing fucking to do with him but he sure as shit made it that way!

[jjkxla]

Matcha lattes, unfinished letters, velvet cuffs... (18+) 

⇻ pairing: Taehyung x FemaleReader. SugarDaddy!Tae. Dom!Tae.

⇻ synopsis: Taehyung and Vogue work abroad for his next photoshoot, but he uses this longtime break he is also in to bring his well known friends on this trip overseas into the French landscapes. The reader, happily taking this chance to spend more time with him, enjoys a well deserved vacations by being tied on Taehyung's bed.

⇻ tags: minors dni. smut, fwb, SugarDaddy!Taehyung, dom!tae, light bondage, weekend getaway, cunnilungus, multiple orgasms (female receiving), vaginal fisting, light BDSM tones, crack!fic tbh there's a few jokes.

⇻ words: 4.3k.

⇻ links: ao3.

⇻ a/n: lmfao hello again. I'm back posting fics, not sure if I'll ever manage to post all my other old fics here on Tumblr but they are all up on ao3 if you guys were ever interested. Anyways, here is my next fic, it's not that long so hopefully you guys enjoy! I enjoy comments and reblogs a lot, my ask box is open :)

Sunlight filtered through the trees above your head, casting shadows around him like the sun took out a brush and carefully flicked its wrists on the fallen leaves around you both. You hated it. How he didn't need to lift a finger and the whole universe would simply arrange itself to flatter him so.. He was a natural type of beauty, an ethereal one at least. Everything seemed to be for the purpose of exalting his beauty; the honey colour of his skin, the dark curls of his permed and dyed again hair, sitting on top of a bench and showing off the toned physicality of his back.

And if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for. thee that one of thy members should perish, and. not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. Matthew 5:29.

The devil could take you down to hell himself and hellfire would not be enough to burn out the desire that clawed at your throat. But this was not the time, or the place for any of that. You could keep thirsting for Taehyung somewhere else, where he didn’t catch you with drool dripping down your chin or with a serious case of “fuck me” eyes whilst there were people around. 

After all, you were just friends, friends that occasionally fucked in unconventional positions (and spots). His buddies were busy photographing him in all his glory for the millions of followers he had on instagram, each one getting off and lusting over him as much as you did. 

Although, unlike those faceless followers, he actually knew you. And you’d know each other whilst he was still training to be the superstar he has become today.

“Has anyone ever told you how easy you are to read?”, you got caught off guard by Wooshik. Grinning cheekily, he raised his iced americano and sipped some from his straw.

“Has anyone ever told you how you can be a dick?”

“Struck a nerve there, huh? Don’t worry you aren’t the only one, I think at least Jennie and Hyungsik seriously reevaluated on staying behind on this overseas trip.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed, “unlike them he actually scheduled it so that we were both free from work  to hang out and travel,”

Wooshik laughed, interrupting you, “that’s cause you’re practically his sugar baby.”

“Shut it, I paid for a few things.”

“Like what.”

“Like the clothes I brought here, jackass, mind your own business.”

“Agent Provocateur doesn't count!”

“Jesus, how much does he tell you?”

“Everything.”

“What are you guys arguing over now?” Taehyung walked back up the path, still shirtless but with a brown cardigan offering a slutty view of his chest. You tried not to stare but failed.

“How bad you’re spoiling our shortie here.”

“I’m not spoiled!”

Tae laughed, leaning closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He leaned close, his breath ghosting over yours as he cocked and eyebrow up and smirked. “Does my favourite girl need more attention? Should we share the airbnb room tonight?”

Damn him. Your whole face flushed beet red, eyes shooting wide as you tried not to stutter or stumble on your words. “I-I, You- You should s- I don’t–”

“Save it for tonight Romeo, we still have two more hours on the road before we get to the cabin.”

Taehyung smirked, leaning down and kissing your nose quickly before heading back to the car, his security detail still standing a few feet away. “I’m driving,” he announced, “Y/N, take shotgun so you can spot the cows we see on the road.”

Your eyes lit up, pushing past Wooshik and heading straight towards the grey Hyundai, sitting on the front seat and excitedly clicking the seatbelt on. You could hear Taehyung laughing, his loud square smile ever present as he patted Wooshik's back and told his other friends how you’d go ahead from everyone else. 

“Marselle is quite pretty this time of the year,” Taehyung started as he moved the side mirrors, starting the engine before driving off.

You reached out for the aux cord, connecting it with your phone and sorting through one of the shared playlists you had with Tae. “It’s not as cold as I thought it would be, actually, oh, do you think we can get some matcha around here?”

“Maybe, there’s quite a few cafés but I don’t think I can order one with my shitty French,” he laughed, punching the airbnb address onto the navigation system.

“Nothing my crummy B1 certificate and google translate can’t fix, it’s been working since we got here.”

Tae laughed, glancing at you quickly before focusing on the road, “the waiter from last night’s restaurant disagrees.”

“Okay, whose fault is it that I was in flip flops and a sundress at a fucking french high cuisine restaurant.”

“You didn’t have to bring the google lady out”

“I can’t even pronounce hor d'oeuvres! How was I expected to successfully communicate!?” you demanded. 

Taehyung laughed even more, Michel Buble starting to play in the background as you both bickered. It was fun to spend time with Taehyung like this. Before his group’s hiatus he barely had enough time to go out and meet for coffee. Granted, neither one of you liked coffee, and instead opted for green tea matcha lattes. It was one of your first bonding points, before you both realised how fond you were with jazz and movies. Studying art, living for beauty, that was one of the biggest traits you both shared.

Then, of course, came the sexual chemistry, but that’s for another time. Right now, you were incredibly engrossed with each other, his hand moving from the steering wheel and holding your knee in a caring and reassuring way, pointing out whenever he saw a cow so you could take out your phone and spam your friend’s with pictures of them. It reminded you of your own car trips when you were a child. 

“Did your mom text you today?”

You glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, “no… did she text you?”

“Yeah, she said you don’t call her as often lately.”

“God, since when are you friends with my mother?”

He smirked, “since you answered that facetime call and I was shirtless in the background.”

Your face grew hot, you could even feel the tips of your ears get warmer out of embarrassment, “let’s not talk about my mother right now.”

“Well, we can talk about my mother then,” he grinned.

You glanced back at him, his hand squeezing your thigh before leaving to push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “What about your mother?”

“She invited you for Christmas this year, if you aren’t spending it with your family of course-”

“I’d love to come,” you interrupted.

He smiled. “Great.”

The airbnb was better than you expected. But when it came to Taehyung and his taste you could only ever expect decadence. A palazzio; bubbling champagne in small glass flutes; a box of chocolate splayed over a duck feather comforter; rose and sweet scented candles. He was a romance and beauty corporeal. 

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 

Its loveliness increases; it will never 

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. from Endymion, J. Keats. 

It was no time to quote the English poets but Keats had an eye for beauty you couldn’t ignore, and right here, right now, you were drunk off the view of everything around you.

Your balcony overlooked a rose garden, but as it was approaching the colder months of the year, instead of blossoming buds of red and pink you saw the deep green bushes surrounding a pond, the statue of lovely Eros and Psyche embracing each other, his wings like cupid spread out behind him. The bushes rushed around the pond like a labyrinth, twisted and confusing, with the autumn leaves falling in splashes of mahogany and burnt orange. 

The sun, still, was high upon the sky, its rays peeking through the trees and drawing the earth in lovely shadows. Your luggage was still open, clothes spread out on your twin bed whilst you searched for the cameras you packed the night before. Engrossed with the settings of your latest birthday present you failed to notice Taehyung walking inside the room. The gentle rape of his knuckles agains the doorframe.. 

So he stayed there, transfixed with your task, a cigarette hanging off his lips. Looking up at him only once the smell of it registered, smiling and leaving the camera on the bed as you walked near.

He sucked on the cigarette, cherry bright red before blowing the smoke behind his shoulder, just in time for you to lean up, arms around his neck. 

“You know I don’t like kissing you after you smoke.”

“I’ll brush my teeth,” he grinned, leaning down his lips brushing against your own, the smell of cigarette becoming a turn on whenever he was this close to you, “I’ll floss and everything.”

“You better,” you replied, leaning up on the tip of your toes and capturing his lips with your own as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

It was like dancing, Tchaikovsky and his No. 14 pas de Deux. At one point he leaned down and scooped you into his arms, your legs fitting perfectly around his waist as he walked both of you back to his room. The taste of tobacco and smoke lingered still in his tongue and muddled all your other senses, only breaking back into clarity when he dropped you back in his bed. 

Assaulted by the smell of clean linen and a cold breeze passed through his open window. Your hands reached up, searching for the angle of his jaw and to pull him closer against you, but instead he simply clasped your hands, bringing it to his lips and kissing it sweetly. You leaned up on your elbows, watching him retreat back to where his bags were propped. 

Watching him, moved as if at home with the place he rented, the big mirror facing the bed captured the concentrated look of his brown as he looked through his things. 

You, impatient as ever, turned around and looked over the mess of his bedsheets, picking up what appeared to be a pair of brown leather shorts.

“Will I get to see you wearing this today?”

Taehyung glanced back, laughing softly and turning back to the task at hand, “I fear you won’t see me in any clothes for the rest of the day.”

“I’m more than fine with that.”

He kept rummaging, and you turned over to look more through the things he had left scattered, picking up what seemed to be a letter. You couldn’t read a word of it, seeing as he had written in hangul, but you looked over the fancy blue ink, and liked how it didn’t look like the chicken scratch that Hoseok’s handwriting tended to be.

Down, at the bottom of said letter, Taehyung had drawn a silly cartoon of a tiger climbing a tree. This fact made you laugh aloud, enough to have your lover turn around and loudly explain that it was private, to give it back.

“I can’t even read it! What does it say?”

“I’m not done with it yet.”

“But what does it say?” you insisted. 

“It’s just something I do with my dad, ok? It’s more fun.”

“Oh, so the big celebrity has travelled to ye-old-times?” you tease.

He couldn’t help but laugh, finding whatever it was that he was looking for and turning around holding out the white silk cloth in front of you.

“What’s that?”

“For you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, actually, it’s more for us,” said Taehyung, walking back to the bed and making you drop the piece of paper in your hand.

“What does it do?”

“You’ll see,” he continued, leaning down and kissing you once more. 

You groaned, biting back down on his lip aware that he liked it and just slowly making out with him as he led you back down on the bed.

He laid you gently, comfortably between the pillows, and started to take off your clothes slowly. His mouth follows and kisses every new patch of exposed skin. Down your neck as you let your hair down, shirt off and mouth nipping and licking on the newness of your exposed collarbone. Your shoulders, the hollow of your neck, down your sternum as his hands expertly unhooked your bra and gently dropped it on the bed.

He moved down your body, kissing the moles on your body and only stopping to take off his own white shirt. You grinned, loving the warm honey tone of his skin, hands caressing the side of his arms. But he stopped, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pinning your hands back up above your head. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, breathing already laboured from kissing him, from feeling him, you needed him badly.

“You can’t touch me tonight.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a funny face that only made you start laughing for real. With one hand he easily grasped both of yours, and quickly shifted his weight to reach for the piece of white silk he had gathered from his luggage. 

Now that you had a better look of it, you noticed the silver hoop that held both pieces of fabric together. And then it clicked, and you just stared at him as he concentrated and slipped the hoop above you in the headboard, both your wrists being tied neatly in the white silk to keep them high above you.

“You’re getting kinky, honey.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Really? Then what else are we trying today?”

Taehyung hummed, checking your wrists were safely snug and then reaching under your pillow. From there, a big purple dildo.

“Borahae”.

You bursted out laughing, both of you did. His eyes crinkling and reaching to wipe a tear and kissing the side of your face until you thought of a very uncomfortable thing.

“Wait, you aren’t putting that up my ass.”

“And I’m not going to, doubt you prepped for anal.”

��Good… Just checking…”

“I wouldn’t do something like that without talking about it first.”

“Then what are these handcuffs?”

“You said you wanted to try it, and also how you wanted me to fist you and somehow rip your heart out from your pussy.”

Your cheeks grew red, your friends had definitely betrayed you. “Wait, so, I’m getting fisted?”

“I’m thinking about it, the dildo is just to help you stretch a bit while I warm you up.”

“How am I getting warmed up?” you grinned, wanting to know everything before it actually happened as your heart was racing against your chest, aroused but deadly nervous to this entire thing. You were small, and much, much, smaller than Taehyung at that. 

He smiled coyly, his voice honey-sweet, “that’s a surprise.”

But you had no second to think about it, with him moving down and crashing his lips on yours. He kissed you hard, drunkenly, biting and nipping on your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

He muffled out all your moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and tugging on the cuffs wanting to touch him as your body leaned up to kiss him back.

You didn’t like being submissive, you tended to like more taking control of the situation, but it was in moments like this, and specifically under Taehyung’s (haha) influence that you melted like butter. He guided and moved you every which way, your mind barely registering how he took off your pants and underwear, not noticing he had grabbed lube until he broke the kiss.

A string of saliva still connected your mouth, your tongue poking out of your mouth and licking it back while looking at him. A true picture of beauty and desire, his hair falling right over his eyes, only the coy smile of his visible as he squirted lube on his fingers and on the purple toy. 

You gasped, his fingers cold to the touch and making your toes curl as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

Not being tied at the ankles, you comfortably spread your legs wider, giving him enough space to look at what he was doing, making him chuckle at how eager you were getting. “You’re getting wet,” he said.

You simply moaned, eyes closing in pleasure and sinking down into the bed whilst he touched you, a small gasp leaving your lips as you felt his fingers pressing down against your entrance and pushing in.

Your hips shifted down, making him reach deeper inside you and making you shiver in pleasure. 

But just as quickly his fingers left, making you open your eyes to complain and just gasping as he pushed the dildo inside you, back arching and grunting as you accommodate to its size, which was not that far off from Taehyung’s to begin with.

“That’s my good girl.”

Flushing, you peaked an eye at him, “you’re enjoying this.”

“We both are Y/N”

You cursed as he used your name, he knew it made your knees go weak, and currently he was making your entire lower body weak. 

Honestly you had no idea what he was planning, which made this all even more unnerving, gasping once you felt his warm mouth on your clit, sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue before pressing the flat of it against the bundle of nerves. He was giving you head and penetrating you at the same time, go figure. Taehyung managed to do the two things he liked best at the same time somehow.

You gasped, moaned, pulling down harshly on the handcuffs as you felt warmth building in the pit of your stomach, Taehyung slowly moving the toy in and out of you as he concentrated his mouth on making you unravel.

And unravel you do, your lower body tingling and making your breathing more laboured as he elicited the most lewd and wettest sounds from you. The squelches of your arousal and his saliva mixing together and echoing in the empty room as you cursed out his name.

“C-Close,” you gasped out, the silk burning on your wrist as you tugged and squirmed underneath him.

Tae leaned back, his chin shiny with your arousal, the dildo still thrusting in and out of you which had your toes curling, “cum for me,” he said, voice raspy with want.

Your vision blurred, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name, completely forgetting you would be sharing this airbnb with a few other people and screaming as loud as you could. 

Taehyung helped you ride it all out, grinning widely as he saw your body jump and twitch from his touch, doing as he wanted whenever he commanded, and slowly slipping out the dildo as you calmed down. 

But even whilst you were recollecting yourself, his fingers slipped in and replaced the toy. You grunted, feeling spent but glancing back at him you got only more aroused by the glint in his eyes.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“S-Shit, are you seriously going to-”

“Yes,” he interrupted, fingers curled and pressing against your spot making you moan again. He was slow, careful and methodical with his approach. Reading the way you reacted and sticking to what made you moan the loudest, shift your hips closer to his hand.

He stopped, used more lube, and started again. You came again. And he kept persisting until he was closer. You, on the other hand, were sweaty, weak, and had seen God at least twice already with how violently Taehyung made you cum. 

And he felt big, bigger than usual, four of his fingers inside of you and you groaned and complained, with him stopping and checking with you every two seconds.

“How are you holding up, darling?”

“G-Good, fuck, so good Christ you’re big.”

He laughed softly, moving slowly, letting you accommodate, and went down to his forearm, “I’m going to do it now love, that ok?”

“P-Perfect, I won’t last.”

But taehyung stopped for a second, worrying you, “d-did something happened,” you glanced back at him, just to notice him inches away from you, mouth crashing on yours and muffling out any moan.

You melted more against him, complete putty for him to shape and mould out to his heart’s desire. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, felt him with his clean hand brush a few of your hairs away from your face and kiss your temple. Moving back down and counting softly before he slipped his hand out and pushed his fist inside you. 

Without a second thought you came, your back arching and groaning at the first discomfort of this position and just screaming at how full you felt. How filled with him. The lines blurring inside your head, no longer sure where he began and you ended, and instead, you simply felt the entirety of him eveloping you whole. 

His warmth, the weight of his body over you, the musky clean smell of his sweat, and just how lovely his voice was. Full of praise, encouraging you as you came down from your high, slowly moving and eyes bright and drunk with pleasure. 

And just as soon as that, he slipped his hand out, sticky and smelling like you as he cupped your face once more and tilted your head up for another greedy kiss.

Lips smacking, tongue searching inside your mouth, and vibrating with his groan as you lazily responded back. The tips of your fingers tingled before he reaches up and lets your hands free. 

They fell down in a thud, with you feeling heavy as lead but light as a feather, only leaning up to pull Taehyung’s body closer and grinding down against the fabric of his pants, leaving a wet streak of your arousal on it. 

“Y/N, Love,” he laughed, leaning back, “give a second I should take my pants off-”

“Yes, do that,” but instead of letting him go you pulled him back to you, kissing his mouth, down to his chin and biting on his neck hard enough to make him wince.

But Taehyung moaned, turned on even more by the pain and with a heavy clink of his belt he was pushing his trousers and boxers out of the way. You wanted him, still intoxicated with the feeling of his skin as you made use of having your hands back to yourself to dig your nails on his shoulder blades and drag them down his back. 

Taehyung responded just as quickly, head tilting to the side as you marked him yours and reached out for a condom, shifting himself to be perfectly on top as your legs wrapped around his waist.

You were weak, on a cloud, leaving a red bite mark on his perfect chest before he gripped on both your wrists and pinned them once more above your head with a single hand. You groaned, turned on by his show of strength, and whimpered out a pathetic sound that resembled his name as he entered you. 

It was hard, tortuous, and you couldn't stop screaming even if they paid you. 

Neck exposed he left a constellation of hickeys and kisses on your skin, his hips snapping against yours in a way that was going to definitely cripple you by next morning. 

He squeezed your wrists tighter, the sharp sting of it making you tighten around him and made him stutter in his pace. You laughed, leaning up and biting on his lip, dragging it between your teeth and hearing him take a shaky breath before he snapped his hips harder. Effectively shutting you up.

And he continued like that, the old bed starting to shift with you both, headboard hitting the wall and echoing the thumps of his cock inside you as you felt your orgasm coming.

Taehyung’s laboured breath just egged you on, leaning up and kissing his neck and shoulders, biting down on his shoulder and making him moan loudly.

“F-Fuck, please, be close.”

“I-I am,” you gasped.

“Cum, fuck I want to feel you around me,” Taehyung’s voice was breezy, almost whiny, like he couldn’t hold on for longer. And how could you stop yourself when he sounded so desperate while simultaneously destroying you?

Stars was an understatement of what you saw when you finished. Colours and blurs of light mingled together, you might as well have passed out for a second with how violently you came. And he came just as hard, letting out a loud moan mixed in with what seemed to be your name. 

He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest flush against yours. Neither one of you moved, just feeling him grow soft inside you without any intention of leaving.

You moved your arms around him, hugging him and fingertips slowly brushing over the scratches you had left on his back. You protested when he moved to get up, with you only letting go once he kissed you swiftly. 

He walked back up to the bathroom, his cute ass all perky as he discarded the condom and came back with a wet towel, the mess underneath you becoming a problem for another day.

“Remember you have to pee.” Taehyung  only wiped you clean, glancing back at you with a princely smile.

“Please, let’s not talk about me getting an UTI, I want to cuddle.”

“I’ll carry you to the toilet and I’ll hug you while you pee.”

“Okay I’ll take that.”

He laughed again, leaning back to you and kissing the tip of your nose before picking you up and cradling you in his arms. “Oh, that reminds me.”

“Hm?”

“We’re still not done here.”

[leftovercheesecake]

okay so i'm going on a bit of a rant because I am PISSED about the current situation with Dream.

Before I start, let it be known that at the moment, I don't actively hate, nor actively support Dream, and the same goes for amanda. this is just something that I think some people need to realise.

tw for swearing, caps and me just being generally aggressive, as one would expect

and fyi I do use tone tags where they apply, if you think that makes me a pussy or some shit, please just fuck off because it's embarrassing that you think that 💀

So, to all the people involving themselves in the whole dream being a groomer thing, DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH. I am not saying dream is a groomer. I am not saying he isn't. I AM SAYING THAT IF YOU'RE GOING TO SUPPORT SOMEONE'S SIDE OF A FUCKING SOON-TO-BE LEGAL CASE, DON'T SUPPORT THEM BLINDLY.

Behind each side of this case, there's a lot of arguments and evidence. But guess what! Dream being your comfort streamer does not prove that he's not a fucking groomer! What would prove he's not a groomer is maybe some actual solid evidence! Who would've guessed?? /s

If you actually look into this argument, there's lots of reasons that tie dream into grooming Amanda. there are lots of reasons that tie into her lying about this. obviously, you're free to state your opinion on the matter. but if you argue with other people and you use the evidence "___ wouldn't do that!", im sorry, but you're a fucking moron. there's no other way to put it. You know absolutely fuck all about who they are as a person. it does not take a lot of effort to pretend to be someone you're not. anybody can do that.

I could wake up one day and decide to be exclusively kind and sensitive in front of other people and completely hide how mean and bitter I can be. and how do people know this? Because there's not one person that's never done it. Shocking, isn't it? /s

like I said, I don't have an opinion on this matter yet and I'm not here to tell you who you should and shouldn't support. but instead, I've arrived here to tell you all that blindly supporting Dream or Amanda is only making your argument worse. people will not take you seriously if you choose to look at a person that only lets you see what they want you to see and you say, "they wouldn't do that".

Instead of going with "hey, I'm more accustomed to this creator, I believe them", I'd either suggest looking at both sides of the argument and then make a decision or keep the opinion to yourself and only given an opinion when asked. Evan at that point I'd clarify that I'm not well-informed on the topic and I'm just going with what sounds about right.

And don't forget! It's not a sin to be wrong! If it turns out that dream did groom this girl, it will not kill anyone if you say "hey, I got this wrong and I accept that. You were right. I no longer agree with or support this person". It will not kill anyone if you say, "you were right, I was wrong, sorry this turned into a big deal"

Sincerely,

A very pissed off marin xoxo