is there anything in their charts that tells you about how they'd dirty talk or how loud they'd be in bed?
for this, i looked at general signs and also mercury-mars aspects, as mercury is the planet of communication and mars is the planet of sex, and quite a lot of the boys have them
jungkook - with a gemini eros, i think he’s a bit of a chatterbox. gemini rules communication, so he needs that in the bedroom to be satisfied. even if he’s not saying actual words, noises would come from him constantly. and with a virgo mercury, he may speak a lot due to nerves. lots of stuttering and choking on his words. a partner who talks to him, reassures him, and voices their pleasure is a major turn on. also with a smooth mercury sextile mars, even innocent sounds/phrases ooze sex appeal
taehyung - with a mercury conjunct mars, he’s all about aggressive noises in bed. people with this aspect are known for being blunt and straight forward. with dirty talk, he’d sugar coat nothing: you’re getting all the dirty details. i don’t think he’d mind much if his partner does or doesn’t talk back – but if he expects an answer, i suggest u give him one. and his wild aries eros amplifies this
jin - his sounds are as angelic as every other part of him. his mercury aspects not only his mars but also his venus, adding a romantic flair to his dirty talk. very eloquent and poetic about it. moans are high pitched and melodic
yoongi - his mercury not only aspects mars, but also many other planets like uranus and neptune, so there’s only one way i’d describe how he’d sound: wild. it would make your mind spin how he goes from praising you, to degrading you, to eerily quiet all in the span of 10 minutes. that tongue of his is versatile in more ways than one
namjoon - his mercury square mars makes me think he’s inclined to degrading dirty talk. people with this aspect often come across as harsh or brusque, even when they don’t particularly intend to. he doesn’t really think before he talks (in emotional/sexual situations); whatever is on his mind just flows out. but if you’re into that kink, hey ;)
jimin and hoseok don’t have any aspects between mercury and mars so let’s look at other ones:
jimin’s moon trine mercury leads me to believe that, despite his dark scorpio planets, his dirty talk would be quite soft and sweet. he’d love praising his partner, telling them how good they are. lots of “i love you”s. it might completely contrast his sometimes rough, aggressive style.
hoseok’s mercury aspects with saturn and pluto make him control his speech in the bedroom. he thinks carefully about everything he says. this can make a master at dirty talk who knows exactly how to rile his partner up. and with his aries lilith and eros, the studio isn’t the only place where he can spit some aggressive verses
Guy’s. There’s not many things in life that make me this frustrated, however this Ty/Lauren “relationship” bullshit is an exception. I found myself browsing on these ‘Tyren Updates’ accounts and actually saw the extent of how blinded people actually are by all this. One of my favourite ever comments I read was a Harmonizer calling Ty a “feminist” insisting he was an “activist to different communities” Are people for real? Like seriously, do people genuinely believe this? Do they see his online presence or listen to his lyrics? He is known throughout the music industry specifically for his misogynistic attitudes. Articles and interviewers have labelled him “arguably the most misogynistic rapper in music’. That’s NOT a title to be proud of. In fact, It’s quite disgusting.
When I hear grown men belittling, demeaning and degrading women in the way Ty does, I always wonder how they would feel if their female family members were being spoken about in such a disrespectful manner. They’d find it incredibly inappropriate right? So what then gives these men the right to say those things about someonelse’s mother/sister/daughter etc? The answer simply is, it doesn’t. This is my issue.
Then we’ve got Lauren. You literally couldn’t get more opposite personalities if you tried. Lauren passionately campaigns for our fundamental human rights, engaging in social and political activism whenever she can. She generously donates thousands of dollars to fans with ill health and those who need it most. She’s the first to defend herself and who she is, confidently allowing fans to realise that no matter what, everything will be okay. Regardless of who we are, what we look like and who we love she teaches us to embrace what makes us ‘different’ and be proud of who we are. My problem is the negatives hit the headlines before all these incredible things she does make them. She always seems to been labelled the “bitchy” one of the group, but for what? For showing passion? For speaking out against the fucked up political state of our global society? If that makes you a bitch, sign me up.
I know a lot of fans are struggling to see this is PR, but I’m sure this will help you out.
I clicked on Ty’s twitter a few days ago (I know, I’m disappointed in me too) and just look at this. The accounts tweeting him aren’t just L stans, they’re Harmonizers. Whatever management are doing, its fucking working. These Harmonizers have fully jumped ship (literally lol). They’re listening, streaming and buying Ty’s new music.
Interactions between the two are blatantly staged. When one uploads a picture, the other HAS to post some sort of proof to evidence fans that they are together. So the Lauren update accounts, and the Tyren accounts can confirm this to fans. It gets people talking and speculating. Now, by all means correct me if I’m wrong, but if you’re the private person we all know that Lauren is, there’s no way (ooops I just triggered myself back into the 7/27 era) she would be uploading videos/pictures of her and her respectful partner all over social media. It’s not real guys, wake up.
Is it just me or has anyone noticed the 2 Tys?
So first we’ve got Ty insisting he’s against slut shaming, posting pro feminist images about the female body and telling us girls to love our insecurities (sounds familiar)
I’ll call this one the “Media Pleaser Ty”:
Then we’ve got the other version. The one who degrades women to a sex act putting undermining their worth and power
So, then I’ll call this one the “Real Ty”:
I don’t know about you guys, but this is pretty degrading isn’t it? But, isn’t this slut shaming? As fans, it’s no secret this is Lauren’s habit? Is this the image he’s reducing Lauren to?
When Ty’s album finally drops and Lauren’s collab with Steve Aoki is released (Steve has already confirmed this will be his next single, there’s just no release date as of yet), this Ty/Lauren “romance” will end. Period. Both parties will say “nothing was confirmed”, “we were just vining” or “we never dated” something along those lines.
And while all this shit is going on, we can always rely on Camila coming through, confirming EVERYTHING to us on social media.
Open your eyes, listen to the lyrics in ‘Somebody Else’ and always remember:
“Fuck that, get money, I can’t give you my soul ‘cause we’re never alone”
Bucky had an interest in you ever since the moment you
walked in the tower. With you having the job of being an assistant, Bucky took
advantage of the circumstance. He would frequently need ‘assistance’ for
miniscule things, such as helping him with his room. Bucky was rather amiable.
It was a delight to be around him, but despite his good looks and sweet
personality, you valued your job. The last thing you wanted to occur was
falling in love a superhero. It was unprofessional and the end result would probably
leave you disappointed.
As months passed in work, you had seen much impressive
physical activity from the Avengers. You wanted to do something yourself. It
made you insecure to see active and skillful people around you. Their talents inspired
you to do acquire some of their abilities. Originally, your intention of
working in the tower was to solely have a job and meet unique people. Yet after
being around them, you have seen impressive dexterities that made you dream of
becoming a part of their team. They considered you family, the only thing that
you were missing was all the training and skill that made them the Avengers.
Eventually you asked Steve and Tony, the two who seemed to make most of the
decisions and lead everyone, if you could take part in missions. They both
declined your request instantly. Feeling that it was too dangerous, they
preferred that you remained an assistant.
Sam knew your dreams and how much this meant to you.
He told you that he would help train you. It was a secret though.
So every night, Sam would train with you. You were
thankful for it. Sometimes Bucky would be working out as well and you did not
like it. It was already embarrassing enough to work out in front of Sam because
the training was arduous and that was the basics. Having Bucky there, who was
an extremely fit man, did not help you feel secure at all. Sam was fit as well,
but you were so close with him, you did not fear of being judged. Plus your
attraction to Bucky made you intimidated by him.
After Ann Coulter referred to President Obama as a “retard” in a tweet during Monday night’s presidential debate, Special Olympics athlete and global messenger John Franklin Stephens penned her this open letter:
Dear Ann Coulter, Come on Ms. Coulter, you aren’t dumb and you aren’t shallow. So why are you continually using a word like the R-word as an insult? I’m a 30 year old man with Down syndrome who has struggled with the public’s perception that an intellectual disability means that I am dumb and shallow. I am not either of those things, but I do process information more slowly than the rest of you. In fact it has taken me all day to figure out how to respond to your use of the R-word last night. I thought first of asking whether you meant to describe the President as someone who was bullied as a child by people like you, but rose above it to find a way to succeed in life as many of my fellow Special Olympians have. Then I wondered if you meant to describe him as someone who has to struggle to be thoughtful about everything he says, as everyone else races from one snarkey sound bite to the next. Finally, I wondered if you meant to degrade him as someone who is likely to receive bad health care, live in low grade housing with very little income and still manages to see life as a wonderful gift. Because, Ms. Coulter, that is who we are – and much, much more. After I saw your tweet, I realized you just wanted to belittle the President by linking him to people like me. You assumed that people would understand and accept that being linked to someone like me is an insult and you assumed you could get away with it and still appear on TV. I have to wonder if you considered other hateful words but recoiled from the backlash. Well, Ms. Coulter, you, and society, need to learn that being compared to people like me should be considered a badge of honor. No one overcomes more than we do and still loves life so much. Come join us someday at Special Olympics. See if you can walk away with your heart unchanged.
“ I will not like this. This will not be over quickly. ” “ Gimme them panties. ” “ I imagine the lower half of my butt just lightly hands out of them very sexually. ” “ Ohhh yeaahh! This makes my butt look gooood! ” “ Side boob is a thing. ” “ Feels like somebody put some string in my butt. ” “ We’re trying on ladies Halloween costumes. ” “ This might be the dumbest costume I’ve ever seen. ” “ Pants can be fucking sexy. ” “ I feel like batman. ” “ Ladybugs aren’t supposed to be sexy. ” “ I’ve never looked at a ladybug and thought ‘I’d hit that’ ” “ Fuck this. Fuck this, I hate it. This is stupid. ” “ I am not happy. ” “ I have small breasts. ” “ Holy cow that butt is huge. ” “ Everyone looks funny when they take their pants off. ” “ I’m just gonna stand here while you oil my butt. ” “ I feel exposed and degraded but also a little sexy. ” “ It was weird and humiliating but oddly erotic. ” “ Hopefully this will cover my whole ass. ” “ At least I don’t have to be seen out in public. ” “ I’m still really hung over right now. ” “ I don’t really know what that means. ” “ Drag queens are basically like Game of Thrones? ” “ I wanna be batshit crazy! ” “ You sound really stupid. ” “ I’m so sweet I’m gonna give you a cavity. ” “ I’m often hungover. ” “ You want me to go home and watch pornography? ” “ I wanna make people cry. ” “ Make those pussies wet, and make dicks hard. ” “ We don’t get paid enough for this. ” “ Gluesticks are most commonly brought by elementary school kids and drag queens. ” “ We can prove to mom I’m finally the prettiest child. ” “ I didn’t know you had such fantastic legs. ” “ We’re getting naked for the internet. ” “ It’s like Disney version of sexy. ” “ They don’t show you that in sexy movies. ” “ Who knew being sexy was so hard. ” “ This is the 'I forgot to get you a present’ present. ” “ They hate looking at me. ” “ I prefer dogs over babies. ” “ You could wash clothing in the 19th century on those abs. ” * loud screaming * “ We’re fucking awesome at this! ” “ That’s what lonely weird people do. ” “ Go make a burger instead. ” “ I’ve been doing this for an hour and I have so many injuries. ” “ Mistakes were made. ” “ People are going to scream. ” “ I’m proud of what we did. ” “ I wanna play DDR. ” “ Hopefully we don’t all fuck it up. ” “ It’s only like 4000 people that we disappoint. ” “ We’re probably gonna fuck something up. ”
Imagine: You and Newt are in an a newly blossomed relationship, however, once you see him getting extremely close to another girl you can’t help but feel slightly naive to have ever placed your trust in a man so quickly.
Author’s Note: I just really enjoy writing angst, obviously. I mean what a way to break up an angsty fanfic with more angst? Right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. There is swearing in this ! Wow ! Shock ! Horror ! Tbh, I don’t think I’ve ever read a Newt fic with swearing so please, lap it up !!!! It’s also 3:35am, so soz for shitty writing :-)
do you have any advice about getting your fics read a lot / popular / out there when you don't have a lot of followers on tumblr and ao3?
I started writing umfb with only a handful of followers on both tumblr and AO3 and none of them being YOI fans so trust me when I say it’s perfectly possible to get popular fics even if you have no basis to work from. Although honestly it’s a combination of your own writing, the preferences of the fandom and luck that dictates what gets popular and what doesn’t.
First things first, you want to make what you write appealing to people to make them want to read it. Think about what someone is going to see on A03 when they look at your fic and if that’s going to make them want to click on it. Tag well, don’t put too many or people wont bother to read them all but tag all the things in your fic that people in fandom want to read so it’s easily searchable for people looking for specific things. Looking at the popular tags page of AO3 can help with this. Also, tag your triggers! If your story has anything potentially triggering like rape, major character death etc then tag them. Those tags are there for a reason and it’s very bad fandom practice not to warn people about potentially triggering material.
Next, think about your summary. It needs to draw attention, people want to know what they’re getting into when they read a fic so don’t make it super vague or people wont bother but leave an air of mystery about the story to draw people in. Just enough information to make it clear what the story is about but enough intrigue to make people want to click on your story (summaries are the hardest part of writing for me so this can be a very difficult one!). Also, don’t degrade yourself in the summary or the tags. If you say something like ‘this sucks but read it anyway’ or ‘I suck at summaries but it’s good I promise’ or even ‘my first ever fanfic’, it’ll put people off straight away. It makes you not sound confident in your work and if you’re not confident in it then other people wont be either.
Once you’ve got your front page worked out, let’s think about the fic itself. The first thing that that will immediately make me exit out of a fic is no paragraph breaks. You need to present the story well so it’s easy to read or the likelihood is that people wont bother. Also, your first paragraph is really, really important. Your first line even more so. Think about what someone who has never read you fic before will see when they start reading and if it is gripping enough to make them stay. Your first line should hook the reader in and your first paragraph should make them want to know more. If it’s boring them might click out and go onto something else. There’s no set rules for what your first paragraph needs to be about but if you’re giving an in depth description of a character’s clothing or telling the reader all about the colour of their hair people might get bored and not bother to read further. Make it snappy, make it interesting, make people want to know more.
The rest of your first chapter (assuming we are talking about multichapters here) can be whatever you want to be but remember that you want people to subscribe. There is nothing wrong with short chapters but something has to happen in your first chapter to make people care enough to be willing to wait for the next part. It doesn’t need to be anything big or game changing but there needs to be some element of suspense at the end to make people want to know what happens next. If the entire first chapter is just world building and nothing happens to any of the characters or the plot doesn’t move at all, some people might be put off. However, a lot of this depends on the quality of the writing, some writers can pull of something completely against everything I’ve just said and that’s brilliant. But as a general rule of thumb for getting started this is what I’ve seen to work more often than not.
Finally, post at a good time. I’m not the best person to ask about posting times but if you google the best time to post on AO3 some people have come up with really good summaries of when the traffic is high or not. Sometimes posting in high traffic is good because there are more readers, sometimes it’s bad because your fic might get lots in the flood. Honestly it’s all just a gamble.
Apart from that, the rest is pretty much up to you and the quality of your writing, fandom preferences and luck. If you write a popular trope more people will read it as opposed to something niche. It doesn’t mean your writing is any less quality but sometimes people just don’t want to read about certain things even if you want to write about them and there’s nothing you can do to change that. And the other part is luck. I’ve read some truly fantastic fics in previous fandoms that have very little recognition and some ones that I personally dislike but everyone else seems to love. Luck does play a huge part in whether your fic gets read or not, it’s just an unfortunate fact of fandom.
And finally, this is not going to be helpful advice for YOI since it is now very established but if your main goal is popularity, write fast and write early. The newer a fandom is the more interest there is and the less fics are out there so the more people will read what there already is. I started writing umfb when YOI was still coming out because interest was very high and there were no rivals fics out there yet which meant I could write for a popular trope that currently had no competition. The bigger a fandom is, the harder it is to get recognized. That is absolutely not saying that you shouldn’t write for big fandoms! Every fic is a gift and there is no such thing as too much fanfic, especially when there is long waits between official content being produced. But don’t beat yourself up if your fic isn’t as popular as the big fics out there on the first page. I guarantee you most of them will have been started being written early on in the fandom which means those writers were writing in completely different circumstances than you. Plus popularity is entirely subjective. Although it’s going to sound completely ironic coming from me, I’ve never actually been in a fandom where my favourite fic is the most popular one. Everyone likes different things, everyone writes about different things and even if your fic isn’t the most popular one out there it doesn’t mean that people wont love it. Just write what you want to write and remember, there is no-one who can write your fic like you can!
Reader x Jungkook x Jimin Genre: Smut/Angst Status:Ongoing Summary: There’s no such thing as a happy ending. Everyone lives to die one day, so if you were going to die eventually, you planned on living life recklessly and commitment free. No strings attached; nothing. Not even your new, sweet, and sensitive neighbor Jungkook can change your mind. a/n: YES! I’m re-writing Intimate because I wasn’t too proud of my writing before. I hope and pray everyone will prefer the newly written Intimate! Thank you!
“There are two kinds of people in the world; hopeless romantics and realists. A realist just sees a face and packs it in with every other person they’ve ever seen before. The hopeless romantic becomes convinced that God put them on Earth to be with that one person. But there is no God and life is only as meaningful as you fool yourself into thinking it is.”
You were a realist. There’s no such thing as soulmates, fairy tale fantasies, love at first sight, etc. There’s no such thing as a happy ending. Nothing. You live to die, so if you were going to die eventually, you planned on living life recklessly and commitment free.
Your parent’s failed marriage was the trigger to all this; catching your own father cheating on your mother in the house they built together. His face in shock and horror, as you opened the door to find his coworker under him with her naked body exposed. It disgusted you, imprinted on you. He punished you for interrupting as he closed the door and the mixture of their moans continued to fill your home. But he wasn’t even embarrassed or ashamed. You were only thirteen years old, when all that happened.
The weakness of your mother was another reason, you didn’t believe in love. It wasn’t love, it was the dominance and power your father had over your mother that was their love. The physical and mental abuse your father gave to your mother, as he manipulated her into thinking she was nothing without him; “useless and pathetic trash”. Threatening her that he would leave her for someone else, while throwing his hand up to hit her. But what horrified you the most was seeing your mother obey to him. She fell victim to the lies he told her, “I love you”, “I’ll be better”, “I won’t hurt you”, “I’ll change”, was all it took for her to forgive him.
It wasn’t until the sobbing you heard from your mother, two years ago that you realized love was an illness, a drug, cancer. Your father’s affair had been kept hidden for awhile, though everyone knew about it. Your mother hadn’t said anything though for the two years it had continued on since the night you caught him. Until one evening, he had decided to leave your mother to marry his mistress. It was unexpected and sudden, but you knew it was because she had gotten pregnant. Your mother fell to ground, crying, as she begged and held onto your father’s leg, pleading him not to leave her.
“I need you!” She cried, “Stay with me! I love you.”
Without hesitation, he pushed her off and grabbed his luggage, slamming the door shut. No goodbyes, no apologies, and no regrets. The sound of your mother’s wail filled the silent house. They didn’t know you were watching them from the start, observing and listening to every slap and degrading names your father gave and called your mother. You slowly walked down the stairs ready to comfort her. But as you were making your appearance known, you didn’t expect her to point her finger towards you. Eyes full of rage and anger.
“This is all because of you! If I hadn’t gotten pregnant with you, he would’ve never left me! This is all your fault, Y/N!” She screamed, “Just leave me alone, like your father did! I mind as well die alone!”
You still remember her face and voice. It left a deep scar in your memory. Her black mascara running down her cheeks, face as red as blood, and eyes swollen. Her voice hoarse and tired echoing into your ears. And from that moment on, you no longer recognized this woman as your mother, but a monster that had consumed her. A monster that needed a man to define her. A monster that chose love over her own flesh and blood. A monster that no longer cared about you. Right there, you swore, promised, and vowed to yourself that you would never ever fall in love. If this is what love did to a person, you didn’t want any part of it. If this is what love is, you were afraid of it.
Six Years Later
You were hungover. It was definitely not a cute look on you. You didn’t need to see a mirror to know you looked like a disaster. You felt the tangles in your hair, the dry sweat clinging onto your chest. The taste of the alcohol lingering on your tongue, along with a hint of vomit. The throbbing headache that pounded against your head adding on to the pain. You tried to remember how many shots you had taken last night, but that just gave you an even bigger headache. Slowly opening your eyes, you blinked a few times to scope out the room, and of course, it was not your apartment. Though the disturbing punk rock band poster almost had you thinking otherwise, sarcasm intended. Gently turning your head to the radiating warmth you felt on your side, you were greeted with the back of a mysterious man’s head, along with his bare torso. You quickly checked under the covers to see if you too were naked, and to no surprise, you were undressed and fully exposed. Great. That meant more work for you to try to get out without being seen. Trying not to make any noise, you climbed your way off his bed; trying to find your scattered belongings. You finally found your stuff and placed your clothes back on, quickly rushing out of his apartment with no goodbyes, no note, nothing.
It was always like this. You would go to a party, get drunk, and you either ended up back at your dorm with your friends, which rarely happened, or you went to some random guy’s place and spent the night. When you did end at some stranger’s house, you never stayed the morning after for breakfast, or for the awkward, dreadful; morning talk. It always in and out. You didn’t want a relationship, or anything intimate. There was no such thing as love or happy endings. People fantasized about being in love so much, not realizing what they have is just temporary. Eventually one will end up with a broken heart, and you didn’t want to experience that. No thank you.
Quietly opening the door to your apartment, you were greeted with the smell of coffee, which meant your roommate was awake. Kim Taehyung. He was also your best friend, and one of the only guys you tolerated and cared for. You both had gone to the same schools, same classes ever since you could remember, but it wasn’t until high school that you both had gotten closer to one another. Thank you Mr. Lee for assigning him to be your chemistry partner.
“Welcome home, Miss. Promiscuous. Where have you been all night long?” Taehyung smirked, as he grabbed his coffee mug. It was dumb of him to ask, since he knew of your little routines and always teased you about it. You chose to ignore him and made your way inside.
“Tell me, Y/N. How could a beautiful woman like you sleep with random, dirty men?” He frowned, causing both his eyebrows to furrow. You were used to seeing him make that face, since that was his usual look whenever he caught you sneaking back in.
“Oh, that’s sweet. You think I’m beautiful?” You smiled, grabbing his cup of coffee out of his hand, before placing it on your lips and taking a sip.
“Of course you’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous. That’s why–” he grabbed his mug of coffee before you could take another sip, “you shouldn’t sleep with random men. You’re too beautiful.”
“Then why don’t you just marry me?” You giggled.
“Tempting, I’ll keep that in mind.” He raised his eyebrows and licked his bottom lip, “But you didn’t answer my question sweetheart, where were you? See, I can’t marry you if you’re already unfaithful to me.”
You placed your keys on the counter and plopped onto the sofa, before giving Taehyung an answer. “I think the clothes I have on from last night says more than enough, babe.” You moaned, closing your eyes, while rubbing your temples
“Yikes. I could practically smell sex and alcohol off you. Go wash up before you make the sofa stink. Oh, by the way, Namjoon called. He said something about you—”
“Checking out his club tonight, yeah I know. You’re coming with me right?” You sat up and stretched out your arms.
“Namjoon would kill me if I didn’t. Maybe you’ll even find someone interesting enough there.” Taehyung chuckled sipping on his coffee.
“The only one I’m interested in is you, Tae.” Blowing a kiss to him before you made your way to the bathroom.
To be honest, you weren’t too excited about going to the club your cousin, Namjoon, co-owned with his best friend Kim Seokjin. They both had invested the last of their savings and opened it together the previous year after realizing their passion for music and clubs. You knew how overprotective Namjoon was when it came to you, so you were slightly surprised he invited you out. Ever since your mother’s outbreak after the divorce, Namjoon and his family sheltered you and raised you as their own daughter. Namjoon treated you like he would if you were his real sister. He took care of you and protected you from anyone and anything. You were grateful to him, so grateful you once thought to yourself that maybe men weren’t all that horrid. But of course, that didn’t last too long, not because of Namjoon though.
Around ten at night, you and Taehyung left the apartment and headed to downtown Hongdae to Namjoon and Seokjin’s club; Bangtan. As you walked in, you and Taehyung were shocked to see how busy and crowded it was. Handful of people were already drunk and dancing on the dance floor. You noticed how the walls were filled with posters of rappers Namjoon liked listening to. Typical Joonie. But what caught your attention wasn’t how nice the club looked, but by one of the bartenders there. The minute you walked in, you were intrigued by his handsome looks. The way he wrapped his long, slender fingers around the bottle of alcohol before pouring their drinks. You noticed the pleasure he had in his eyes as he watched his customer’s lips meet the rim of the glass, as they took a sip of the poison he fed them. His gaze locked with intensity until the last drop of alcohol was consumed. You excused yourself from Taehyung and made your way over to the bar. There was something about him that made you feel the drawn to him.
“Can I get four shots of vodka?” You smiled at him. He made his way over to you and leaned in. He was much more handsome up close. It’s no wonder all the girls were sitting here drooling over him.
“All by yourself?” His voice was extremely soft and sweet, he also carried a Busan accent, which you found extremely attractive. A little too attractive.
“Don’t worry about me, and just pour the shots.”
“Of course, babygirl.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he grabbed four shot glasses from under the bar, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here anyways?”
“You tell me. Maybe your boyfriend over there and you came here on a date?”
You turned your head to the direction of his eyes and saw Taehyung standing in front of some girls who were flirting with him. Of course girls would already be on him.
“He’s not my boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell by the amount of girls that are surrounding him.” You giggled, “Plus, he’s more like a brother.”
“Ouch. A brother?” He laughed, causing you to notice his adorable eye smile, as he poured the vodka into the glasses.
“We’re just really good friends that’s all. Nothing more to it.”
“Well how about my drinks keep you company tonight then, baby girl?” Baby girl. It had a nice ring to it, though you wondered how many girls he’s called that this past hour. He pushed the shots towards you and gave you a wink.
“Mm, but I think I’d rather have you keep me company.” You picked up one of the glass of liquor and placed it against your lips. Tilting your head back, you parted your lips, just enough to let the bitter alcohol slip into your mouth. You scrunched your face as it burned the back of your throat; a feeling you’ve grown too accustomed to.
“Need chaser?” He asked, noticing your composure. You raised your hand and declined.
“No thank you. I don’t like to mix my drinks.” Once again, locking your eyes with his before taking your second shot.
“Hardcore drinker here.” He chuckled, still continuing to keep his gaze locked on yours.
“Couldn’t you already tell by my choice of drink?” You smiled, once again taking down another shot, “Three down, one more to go.” Teasingly licking off the remaining alcohol from your lips, earning a smirk from him.
“Park Jimin.” He smiled, extending out his hand, “Do I get to learn yours, or do I have to keep calling you baby girl?”
You took his hand and shook it, “You can just keep calling me babygirl. I like how it sounds coming from your lips.”
It was true though. Hearing him call you baby girl sent heat to your center. You weren’t too fond of pet names and would’ve slapped anyone calling you anything other than your own. But you loved the way he so effortlessly called you babygirl. It was hot.
He leaned over the counter and placed his hand on his chin. “If you want, I can show you what else these lips can do. If you can wait til I get off.” You watched him swipe his tongue across the bottom of his pink, plump lips. You felt captivated and curious.
“I hope won’t disappoint me then, Jimin.”
“Trust me, I won’t.” Jimin’s gaze had shifted, eyes full of hunger ready to devour his prey, and you were his meal.
After you finished your drinks, you told Jimin you’ll be back after checking with a friend. Making sure he knew, you weren’t all talk about him showing you what he could do to you. You curious and intrigued by Jimin. He was hot and sexy, and seeing the way he handled the drinks made you wonder what else those hands could do. Excusing yourself to a less crowded area, you took out your phone and texted Namjoon.
To: Joonie 10:20 PM Hey! I made it where are you?
From: Joonie 10:21 PM Hey! I see you! Come to the VIP area! That’s where I’m at.
You looked around and noticed some bouncers guarding an area in the corner, which you presumed was the VIP. Making your way over there, you started to recognize more and more familiar faces. You disliked seeing people who knew you at places like this. That meant they had something to talk about, and you didn’t want to be that someone.
“Hey, Y/N!” Namjoon smiled and waved to you. He stood up from his seat and pulled you into a hug.
“Hi, Joonie. Nice set-up you have, I was hoping to be disappointed, but I’m actually digging it.” You complimented, earning yet another smile from Namjoon.
“Glad you liked it! You were always so critique about my choices. But since you’re here, you can’t leave sober!”
He handed you a shot and raised his eyebrows, signaling you to take it. Ready to decline, Namjoon pressed the glass against your lips and began tilting it, forcing you to finish the drink.
“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re not leaving sober!” He laughed, passing you yet another round of shots.
“Yeah, Y/N we know how hard you are. So drink with us.” Seokjin added, “Take it for me.”
“All right, but after this I’m done.” You smiled.
At this point, you weren’t sure the total amount of drinks you have had now. Though if you were to guess, it was around ten, including the ones you had before. Usually, your alcohol tolerance was pretty high, but due to the fact that you had drank yesterday made you feel much more weak and vulnerable. Balance was already becoming problem for you, which never happened to you so soon. Let alone, you couldn’t process anything after Namjoon handed you your second shot. It was definitely because of last night. You decided to just call it a night, since you weren’t in the right state of mind to make any decision. To be honest, you would go home with anyone right now, which made it that much dangerous. Making your way out of the VIP lounge, you tried passing through the big crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies to find Taehyung. You struggled moving and barely even made any progress with the amount of people around you. Almost tripping, you suddenly felt an arm wrap itself around your waist, hoisting you up.
“Whoa, you okay there?” He chuckled. Hoping it was Taehyung, you looked up, only to see an unfamiliar face. But you could barely see his face to determine who he was anyways. Not to mention, it was dark and the neon lights weren’t even helping at all. But you knew it was not Taehyung because of his nose and lips.
“I-I’m fine. Looking for my friend, Taehyung.” You slurred, trying to make it past him so you could continue your search. But the tall stranger blocked your way again, leaning down towards you while squinting his eyes. You weren’t sure what he was trying to do, but you decided to slowly back away from him, just in case you were in his way. But in doing so, you almost fell again, to which he held onto your wrist and helped you regain balance, again.
“Ah. Taehyung? So you must be her.” He chuckled, “Anyways, I think you’ve had a little too much–” You weren’t listening to him at this point. You were drunk and he kept blabbering on about something, probably unimportant. You just wanted to look for Taehyung and jump on your bed. You looked back up at the stranger again, ready to just walk away until he said something that caught your attention, “—I take you home?”
“I don’t just go home with anyone.” You laughed, pushing him off you. He just chuckled and scratched his head, stopping you again before you could leave.
“Just trying to help you, sweetheart.”
“Look I need to find my friend, Taehyung. I’m going to go.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. At this point, he must’ve been desperate to sleep with you. It was kind of cute actually, the way he tried to get your attention. Plus, even though you couldn’t exactly see him, he sounded attractive at least, “But, I guess you could take me home. I don’t mind.”
He smirked and nodded his head. He must’ve felt so proud and happy with himself, taking home a girl he didn’t even have to try to flirt with. Wrapping one arm around your shoulder, he began walking you out of the crowd. You were snuggled tightly around his hold. Looking up at him, you noticed his concentration, it was admirable. His chiseled jaw line, his smooth skin grazing over it. He wasn’t too bad looking. As you walked past the bar, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. Shrugging it off your shoulder, you didn’t even realize the cute bartender, Jimin, watched you go home with another man. Your figure getting further and further away from Jimin’s eyes, until you were no longer visible.
As you were walking home, you still felt the warmth of his arm wrapped around you. You had forgot that you were looking for Taehyung, as your focus changed to the stranger next to you. You didn’t even know this guy’s name, though you didn’t know a lot of the names of the guys you slept with. But, you didn’t really care as well. He didn’t seem to dangerous, plus he kept asking you if you were okay. Though, occasionally you would catch him staring at you, causing a slight shade of pink to appear on his cheeks.
As you walked up to your apartment door, and punched in your code. Though you were quite drunk, you surprised to hear the successful beeping noise as the door unlock. You weren’t as intoxicated as you thought you were if you could remember. You opened the door and turned around to face the stranger whose back was faced against you.
“Are you going come in?” You bit the bottom your lips and waited for an answer. He turned around with a confused face and chuckled.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you walked me all the way home. The least I could do is reward you.” You whispered making your way towards him until your chest hit his. You peppered kisses along his jawline, up until you met his soft lips. You usually didn’t initiate the kisses first, so you started off slow and gentle, but you guess he liked it since he cupped your face, bringing you in closer. Still realizing you were both outside, he began to slowly back you up until you were inside you dark apartment. He shut the door closed with the back of his foot, lips still on yours. What started off as slow and gentle progressed to a much more hotter and passionate kiss. He was taking control now, hands moving from your cheeks down to your waist. You felt his hardened member against the thin fabric of your dress as he pulled you into him. You were enjoying this, until suddenly he backed away, leaving you wanting more. You opened your eyes and noticed his dark, lustful eyes.
“God, you’re so hot.” He chuckled, “But I don’t want to take advantage of you, sweetheart.”
“W-what? I am fine though.” You replied, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He just chuckled and unlocked your door, waving goodbye before he left you alone in your dark and empty apartment. You weren’t sure how to feel, embarrassed or thankful? Usually guys would be begging to fuck you, and here this random guy was, rejecting you. You never got rejected. Never once in your life have you been rejected. Making your way to your bedroom, you sat down on your bed, touching your lips. It was interesting. He was interesting. It was too bad you didn’t get his name.
Two days in a row, that’s a record. You didn’t even remember how you had gotten home, actually you were surprised you were home at all. The last thing you remember was Namjoon’s shots and your plan to go home with Jimin, but obviously that didn’t happen as you looked at your empty bed. You tried to recollect your memory but it was all a blur. You really couldn’t remember why you didn’t go home with Jimin, or how you were home. You sat up from your bed and felt your head throb. Now that was a feeling you could never get used to. Dragging your heavy body out of bed, you made your way to restroom and began to wash up. You have slowly begun to accept your hideous hangover look, it was growing on you. The dark eye bags, the messy bird’s nest, very stylish. You groaned as you stepped into the shower, still trying to retrace your steps of last night. Then you remember Taehyung was there, maybe Taehyung would remember or tell you what had happened. You hoped it was Taehyung who had brought you home.
You smelt the aroma of Taehyung’s usual morning pot of coffee, which smelt like what you needed right now. You quickly threw on some clothes and left your room. Following the scent of the coffee.
“I hoped you made me a cup too, Tae.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you sat down on the chair in your dining room,“By the way, were you the one who brought me home yesterday?” You asked grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a big gulp. To which, Taehyung shook his head and grabbed his mug out of your hands.
“No, actually I asked–”
“Me. I took you home, sweetheart.” A familiar voice from behind you chuckled, interrupting Taehyung. You turned your head and saw a tall muscular guy standing up from your sofa, “Thanks for the coffee, Taehyung. I needed it.”
“No problem, I told you I owed you one for taking her home. She wasn’t too much of a problem right?” Taehyung groaned, while darting his eye towards you, “She has a tendency of being a little too touchy when she’s drunk.”
“No, no. She was fine. No touching. She was a good girl.” He smirked. All it took was that smirk for you to recognize who he was. He was the guy who left you alone in your apartment, alone and turned on. Seeing him in the morning made his face all so clear and memorable now. The prominent nose, and the devilish smirk was the cherry to the top. He turned to you, the corners of his lips curving into a smile as he watched you try to process everything.
“By the way, I didn’t get to introduce myself yesterday, I’m Jungkook. I just moved next door with my brother, but I hope we can be friends, neighbor.”
a/n: I edited some parts and added some more things for clarification (plus I accidently deleted my original post.) Please let me know what you guys think or feel about this series, I would really like some feedback. If you guys read my old “Intimate” let me know if you preferred this one or the old one. Thank you for reading! Much love, until next time. xoxo
AN// this is my first Fionn blurb/ imagine whatever you want to call it!! let me know if you like it!! lots of love:)
TW// physical abuse
screams. screams filled the house and mascara tears stained the sheets. it was the first time in a while since your past had fought its way into your sleep. when you were stressed or overwhelmed the terrors of your possessive and controlling ex attacked you well into your sleep. they might have lasted all night like they had before, if not for Fionn.
he knew all about your nightmares from the first time you had fallen asleep beside him. it has been a few years since then and the nightmares had became less frequent but when they did happen he was there. he was there to remind you how worthy you are, how beautiful and amazing you are, and how much he’d like to punch your ex in the face for hurting you. tonight was one of those nights. he woke with the sounds of your past and kicks to the abdomen.
“it’s okay.. it’s okay, darling i’m right here. he’s gone Y/N, it’s just me.. breathe doll..” he murmurs into your ear as he holds you to his chest. every fluttering kiss pressed, every sweet nothing said, every late night of sloppy love with his sounds hanging in the air, everything Fionn did made up for anything your past had left you with. every angry bruise, every shameful threat, every degrading comment.. Fionn loved you through it.
he hated what had happened to you but he loved being there for you and restoring your trust in someone that could truly love you without hurting you. he reaches to his night stand and grabs the glass of water he intentionally places there every night for times like these. he guides it to your lips, “drink some baby, it will help calm you down.” he presses sweet kisses to your neck and rocks you gently. “i’m…s-sorry, Fionn.” you manage to get out between sobs. “it’s not your fault babe, don’t be sorry. you are so lovely.. i can’t imagine my life without you, even with your nightmares and all. they are part of you, and i love all of you. not just the pretty parts.”
Fionn spends the next couple hours holding you and coaxing you with loving words before you finally find a place where that face doesn’t live to haunt you anymore. he pulls you tightly to his body as he wraps his arms around your body which finally stopped trembling thanks to him. you both drift away till morning knowing that no matter what comes to steal your joy Fionn will be there to protect you from it.. even in your sleep.
A voice that I’ve heard all over social media for years screams through the Team 10 house. I smile to myself, realizing I’m going to meet Logan Paul today. “What’s up?!” Logan yells. He enters the main room, vlog camera in hand. “Here’s baby brother Jake,” he shrieks, smacking hands with his sibling. He will no doubt add a loud slap sound effect to it later on while editing. I’m extremely surprised when five teenaged boys follow him in. After a second of pondering, I remember them to be the Why Don’t We boys. Logan reached out to them after attending one of their concerts and they hang out together all the time now. I don’t recall his name, but the tallest one standing in the back of the group locks eyes with me. I look away, praying he doesn’t notice my face flushing red. “Yo, bro, I hope it’s alright if the boys hang out here while we record,” Logan says to Jake. He then flips the camera around, talking to his audience. “Record what?! You’re gonna have to wait and see! Yaa YEET!” he shouts. I have to hold back a laugh at how fired up he is during literally every second of the day. “Yeah, the boys hanging out is fine. Everyone else in the house is out right now, so feel free to do whatever,” Jake tells the boys. I’m hoping that he doesn’t remember that I’m here, but his eyes flick around the room and he spots me sitting on the floor against the wall. “(y/n), come here! Wow, I feel like a total jerk for not introducing you yet.” I’m hesitant in standing up, feeling the eyes of the tall - and very hot - stranger watching my every movement. “Come on! Get up and over here!” he says, waving me over. I rise and make my way over to the younger Paul brother. “Logan, boys, this is (y/n) (y/l/n).” I send them all a closed smile and raise my hand in greeting. Dang, why are you so awkward? “(y/n), this is my older brother Logan.” I nod, even though I already know. “And then you’ve got Daniel, Jack, Corbyn, Zach, and Jonah,” he recites, pointing to each as he goes along. Jonah. The boy grins at me when I make eye contact. Just like before, I look away, flustered.
“I pretty much made the team leave so that she could look around the house in a calm environment and see if she wants to join our little family,” Jake says. The boys nod, understanding why I’m here, before Logan reminds his brother that they need to get a move on with recording the video they have planned together. Jake agrees and they move to the backyard. Logan pauses in the doorway and yells, “Yo, (y/n)?” “Yeah?” I call, speaking for the first time. “Always be aware of your surroundings. The guys lose control when they’re in the presence of a young girl.” I hear him laughing before the door slams shut. A chorus of scoffs and chuckles sound from the group to my left. I look at them, wide-eyed. Most of them send me reassuring smiles. “Seriously, don’t listen to what he says. We can control ourselves,” the one in the front with short brown hair and stunning blue eyes says. He walks past me, probably going off to explore the house. The boy with a head of curly hair starts to follow him, but stops in front of me. “Most of us can control ourselves. I would watch out for the baby-” he points to a boy with brown hair- “and the giant-” gesturing to Jonah. He smiles and sets his hand on my arm, probably noticing the uncomfortable look on my face. “I’m kidding. We’re all kidding. They’re really sweet; don’t be scared of them,” he says gently. Then he walks off, leaving me with the youngest boy, Jonah, and Corbyn. Corbyn and - I think his name’s Zach -start a live stream on YouNow so Jonah and I are left alone to sit on the couch. He begins talking to me, and little by little, I feel the outer shell of my shyness slipping away. When the Paul brothers come back inside, Logan announces that he and the boys need to leave. I’m extremely disappointed by this; two hours was not nearly enough time to spend with the boy I just met. “Dang,” Jonah says as everyone grabs their belongings and heads to the front door, “time passes too quickly. I wish I could talk to you more.” I surprise myself when I say, “Do it, then.” He looks confused by my statement. I pull out my phone, open a new contact, and hand it to him. Catching on, he takes my offer in stride and enters his number, grinning. “Don’t leak my number,” he says. I laugh gently. “I won’t,” I assure him. “If I decide to join Team 10, don’t leak mine.” About a minute later, we’ve said our goodbyes and Jonah joins his friends. I don’t look over to them, but I catch when Logan grabs Jonah’s upper arm, stopping him.
“You gettin’ it on with her, bro?” I hear him say. Jonah laughs and hits the older boy in the chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him lean forward and whisper something to Logan. I wish I could know what he’s saying. The group walks out the front door in a mess of chaos and noise. They’re laughing and talking, hooting and hollering. Just as I think the door is going to close, Logan shoves his head back in and grins at me. “By the way, Jonah thinks you’re hot.” He slams the door shut. *** Over the next few weeks, Jonah and I talk over text almost every day. From the moment I saw him, I was attracted to his sense of style, smile, and the overall charisma of his personality. As the hours of getting to know him pass, I’m drawn to his humor, kindness, and care for others. I’ve never been one to fall for guys quickly, but I fall in love with Jonah like I’ve known him my entire life. *** Somehow, the Why Don’t We boys and I happen to arrive in the parking lot belonging to Logan’s apartment at the same time. I’m shaking with anticipation by the time I get out of my car; this will be the first time I’ll see Jonah in person in a month and a half. The boys stumble out of their car. I walk across the pavement towards them, awaiting the moment when the boy I love appears. Finally, Jonah climbs out of the vehicle, shoving Zach’s shoulder playfully and telling him to hurry up. He’s laughing when our eyes meet. He rushes to me, picks me up, and spins me around twice. I’m grinning and laughing like an idiot when he puts me back down on the ground. “I missed seeing you,” he says. I stare up at him, at a loss for words until someone nearby clears their throat. I pull away from Jonah to see all four of his best friends staring at us with expressions mixed between shock and amusement. Minutes later, the six of us are sitting in Logan’s living room while he vlogs and explains the basic rules of the truth or dare game we’re about to play. Let’s just say, I’m not thrilled. It doesn’t turn out to be as bad as I thought it would be. I laugh to the point where I’m crying so many times, I don’t think it’s healthy. Jonah’s turn has come and gone several times without any mention of me or relationships, so I don’t worry when it comes again. That is, until Logan declares himself to be the one to think up the next set for him. “Alright, Jonah. Truth or dare?” The young man with the mess of blonde hair looks at me and I catch the glimpse of a smirk on his face. If Jonah says dare…. Oh- “Truth.”
I let out a silent sigh of relief, but then realize, you know what, this option may not be much better. “Do you think (y/n) is hot?” Logan asks, no hesitation whatsoever. Oh. My. Gosh. My mouth drops open. I expect Jonah to be embarrassed, but instead, he laughs. “Yeah, I do,” he says. The boys flip out, yelling, jumping over pieces of furniture, and running around in an eruption of madness. Jonah doesn’t look at me as he laughs at his friends, probably on purpose. He knows me well enough by now that his attention on me would only turn me a brighter shade of red than I already am. It takes a very long time for everyone to quiet down and when they do, it’s my turn. “(y/n),” Corbyn says, “truth or dare?” I shake my head. “Truth,” I sigh. “If you could date Jonah, would you?” The room drops into a silent spell. My throat swells and my heart rate quickens. I clench my fists and train my eyes straight in Corbyn’s direction. “Yes, I would.” I’m not surprised when the room spirals into chaos once again. *** Night has fallen by the time the boys and I leave Logan’s. I walk across the parking lot in the dark, hearing the sounds of the boys getting into their car. “(y/n)!” I hear. Jonah. I turn around just as he stops jogging, reaching me. “What I said back there… I hope that didn’t offend you or anything. I didn’t mean to degrade you by saying you’re… well, hot. You are. You’re beautiful, but you are so much more than just that. I also really hope that if you don’t feel the same way as I do-” “Wait, what?” I cut in, taken aback. “You… do you have feelings for me?” He rubs the back of his neck and smiles. “I have since the day I met you.” I can die happy now. “Me too, Marais,” I say. His eyes light up and he moves closer to me. “So, about what you said earlier… if I asked you out on a date, would you be interested?” He grabs my hand and slowly intertwines his fingers with my own. “I wouldn’t just be interested; I’d say yes,” I say, my voice quavering. This is not happening. “Well, then, I think I should take up on that offer,” he says with a grin. All I can do is nod, stupidly and beautifully taken aback.
“Also… I really want to kiss you right now.”
Somehow, I find my courage.
I cup the back of his neck with my hand and pull him even closer to me than before.
“Then do it,” I whisper against his lips.
He wastes no time getting rid of the small distance between us.
3:24 A.M. The bright red light of the numbers reflected in my tired eyes, even showing inanimate objects on how defeated and shattered I was. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, I couldn’t muster to fall asleep, all I could picture was Soryu with another women, touching, kissing, making love with. Trying to shake away those thoughts I started to think of old memories I had with Soryu. Back when he first bought me, I met the Ice Dragons, and even the times he would heroically save me. So many old tapes flooded back to me, but I felt a cold shiver trickle up my spine every single time an ancient memory popped in my brain. It was if those memories were more of a dream than a reality. My time traveling was soon interrupted by the thoughts of Soryu’s new women.
“I bet she’s beautiful..” I whispered, slowly groping my pillow next to me, “Maybe Soryu loves her? Maybe I’m just not attractive? Is it my fault?” All these degrading questions soon filled my head, making negative situations devise and making my heart sink with more depression. Looking at the time once more, I faced my back to the clock, closing my eyes again before falling asleep to my own thoughts of Soryu.
I woke up to the sound of thunderous knocking against my door. Prying my eyes open, I wipe the trail of spit on my cheek and lazily tied my hair in a bun.
“I’m coming!” I yell loudly, trying to make myself as presentable as possible.
“Is there anything-….” My words trailed off as I saw all the bidders except Soryu standing there, their eyes filled with empathy and warmth.
“W-What are you guys doing here! I’m sorry for the mess! I really am!” Trying to sound cheerful I opened the door for them, welcoming them into my small apartment. “I know it’s small compared to what you guys are used to, but it’s comfor-”
“Shut up.” Eisuke softly hugged me, rubbing his hand soothingly on my back.
“You don’t need to hide it. We know everything.” Baba slowly joined into the hug, embracing me with more warmth that threatened my tears to spill.
“You can be a drag sometimes, but we’re here for you.” Ota quietly added, joining into the affectionate circle, making a single tear spill from my eyes.
“What they said.” Mamoru threw out his cig and awkwardly held me, messing my hair up like I was a small child.
“You can cry,” Eisuke soothingly coaxed, his voice much more angelic than ever, “I hate crying women, but for you, I’ll endure it.”
My tears fumbled down, leaving a clean residue on my foundation stained cheeks. I couldn’t stop. I gripped onto everyone, crumpling their jackets into wrinkled messes. I wailed, I had to. I was broken, I was hurt, I was numb with pain. What could I do? I finally had people who I could finally rest my head on. Burrying my face into their suits, I cried until I felt as if my body couldn’t formulate anymore tears.
“By the way..” My voice was hindered by my stuffed nose, “Where’s Soryu?” The bidders eerily silence loomed over the room, creating a dense air that slowly filled my heart. Fear suddenly shook me to the core when I saw a familiar gray suit suddenly approach.
Summary: 2012!Phan. Phil has rough hate sex with Dan and leaves him. After some time, Dan wakes up covered in sweat, cum and bruises. Why did Phil just leave him like this? Was he just some cheap whore Phil had used then tossed aside? Maybe he should accept that and cherish whatever Phil he can get. (Angst)
Content Warning: Violence, heavy themes of self harm and suicide.
Part 1: Deterrence
I once read a really good article on the internet in High School. It was about a man who had experienced awful things. He’d experienced the horrors of war himself. He saw the brutality that is human emotion dealt on bystanders, loved ones, family.
He’d carried the weight of stress, despair and hard work for his whole life just to get a free degree and nothing else after because of “mood swings”
Because of “panic attacks”
Because of the informational overload that our outdated species can’t keep up with in the growing complexity that some schmuck printed “life” on the front cover of.
And yet, as he tasted the steel of his 9mm, one thing caught his eye. It was his dog. A sweet, loveable, shining Golden Retriever. It’s smile and fur radiated in front of him as he decided to put the pistol away and live another day… For her.
My situation was similar at one point. I was tasting the steel of my own nine, except that guy’s was a Beretta. Mine was a CZ since they’re as affordable and have proven to be just as good if not better. I don’t know, both would have sufficed for painting my drab walls a new color.
Another difference: my “golden hero” was a stout, little Corgi named Holly. She could be a coffee table, she’s got so much mass. How she kept it at the time, I’m unsure of though.
I took the pistol out of my mouth, spitting out the coating of dust, and stared her in the eyes.
I see a few ppl asking u about TSC having LGBTQ+ characters. I wondered, how u felt about it? It sometimes sounds like they wont read unless u've included them. Like ur book isn't worthy without. Looking over my characters, (some are gay etc. in so far as I feel qualified to write) I'm wondering is it enough? Am I gonna get lampooned because I don't have every variety? I don't wanna shoe-horn them in either though, because to me, that degrades those groups. Or am I just being daft? Thanks!
You’re missing the point.
“It sometimes sounds like they wont read unless u’ve included them. Like ur book isn’t worthy without.”
Um, can you blame them? Put yourself in their shoes. How fucking annoying would it be if 90% of movies, TV shows, books, and media in general completely excluded you, and when they *did* include you, it was some token stereotype? I wouldn’t want to read that shit either. As a woman, it drives me insane when I see movies coming out with fifteen male characters and one or ZERO females. How can they rationalize that when women make up 50% of the population? The same goes for the LGBTQ+ community. How can you rationalize writing a cast of characters filled exclusively with heterosexuals when there are a TON of sexual preferences out there? Not only is that alienating your audience, that’s just unrealistic, shitty writing.
So how do I feel about the LGBTQ+ community wanting to see themselves in what they read? I feel it’s justified. I want to see myself in what I read too. It’s my job as an author to make my work accessible to my audience. TSC has a cast of 30+ characters - what kinda crappy author would make all of ‘em straight?
As for your book, I have no idea if you have “enough.” I don’t know anything about what you’re writing. Though statements like “in so far as I feel qualified to write” and “shoe-horning them in” give me pause. Friendly reminder that sexual orientation doesn’t dictate personality, so if you can easily write a straight person and not feel like you’re “shoe-horning them” into the story, it should be no different with a gay person.
[This is the only non-TSCTuesday question I’ll be answering today <3]
i think ppl like writing angst or dnp arguing a lot bc just like smut it's a side to dnp that we don't get to see. they'd never argue or even have a slight disagreement on camera so it's nice to read about that hidden side of them that could potentially exist i guess,,,, as for the abusive bit, i think it's just ppl projecting themselves and their relationships onto dnp and finding solace in fic-writing. same goes for the readers
yeah yeah for sure! first i jst wanna say i wrote those tags when i was in the middle of a v emotional reaction to something i probably shouldnt have read in the first place because abusive themes can really negatively affect me if im already not feeling mentally great. i also would never try and limit what fic writers write, even if some things rly dont sit well with me or ‘make sense’ on face for what i want to read in fic. creative expression is good, censorship and restriction is p much always bad, tags and warnings exist on platforms like ao3 for a reason.
but to clarify the point i was making a bit further: i understand writing angst in general, and the desire to see certain situations or sides to dnp in fic that we don’t get to see on camera. my problem is that angst situations in phanfic (and it’s rly an issue in phanfic more than fic i’ve read in other fandoms or for other pairings) are so frequently written in a way that’s not just out of character, but like. literally so over-dramatized and fabricated as to be completely antithetical to what dnp portray in the way they think/interact with each other? like leaving aside obviously au angst storylines like suicide or cancer or car crashes or what have you which are maybe meant to explore what dnp as people would do in these horrendous situations theyre most certainly not being exposed to irl, i dont understand why canon-based/’reality’-based angst tends to be written in a way that doesnt even resemble who dnp are. more specifically, the fic i read wasn’t even tagged as abusive. it was tagged as established relationship and mentioned arguments and conflict in the description. but the way that argument played out was horrendous, violent, and reliant upon abusive tropes and themes of blame/guilt/emotional manipulation/degradation that the author treated as completely reasonable/normal within a mature, long-term, established relationship. the commenters also responded as though all of it was completely normal. most people were so enthusiastic about how this scenario sounded just like a fight dnp could have, about how the story made them cry, and also, in the case of two people, how they found it hot to think about phil demeaning dan in the context of an argument.
i know a lot of fic writers are young, but what bothers me is that that means a lot of people writing dnp into fic are glorifying and romanticizing things that are completely appalling in romantic relationships and treating those things as normal. that’s what bothers me, and what i was trying to question/criticize. i know these young writers are just practicing a creative hobby and i’ve got no problem with that, they’re not hurting anyone obviously, i think i just get scared and worried or even sad to think that certain things are held up to be desirable/normal in relationships when they’re just … fucked up. i also just feel like there are tons of ways to write conflict or angst into a plot that show sides of dnp we might not see on camera without needing to portray the very fundamentals of their relationship as being abusive or completely divergent with what they show us of their pride in each other, their respect for each other, and the general strength and longevity of their partnership. you can toy around with dnp’s own internal insecurities, their anxieties and fears about their career, their angst about their sexualities and how to portray or not portray that publicly, what it means for them to come out, what happens if they have differing views on an idea or project they cant immediately resolve, or if one person doesnt carry their weight of work over a long period time, and endless other combinations–you can write all of that stuff we’ll never actually be privy to without sacrificing the strength and foundational goodness of their partnership.
i hope this makes sense! ahaha i rambled for way too long. but just to reiterate, people deffff can write whatever they want to, it’s amazing overall to know that fic writing gives people this outlet to explore their own experiences or just this creative endeavor that might be fulfilling or cathartic to them. i just worry sometimes in general, not just even in the context of fic but literally in general @ ppl overall esp here on tumblr, about the warped view of romantic partnerships people sometimes have and i personally just react badly when i read those sorts of things applied to dnp :( it’s perhaps not rational, like it’s mostly an emotional and subjective reaction, but it’s just how i feel!
Before I start, I just want to remind everybody that this is fantasy. I do not condone or advocate violence women or doing anything to them without their consent and against their will. The stuff I do post gets me hard but I would only do it to women if they’re aroused by it. If you’re offended by this, I would urge you to scroll down. Same thing if you’re under 18. If you’re a guy who’s dick gets hard by this kind of writing or a woman who gets wet, enjoy.
Also again a reminder, if you’re a woman who has fantasies about being kidnapped and sold into white slavery or man who fantasizes this about his wife/gf, message me. Give me the following info:
Physical Description(include if you have tattoos or body piercings):
Where you’d like to kidnapped from(it could be a night club, college campus, your place of employment, your home, the beach, spring break, on a trip outside the US):
What you’ll be wearing(head to toe)
Who you’d like to be sold to(it could include businessmen from the Middle East or Asia, a Latin American brothel, warlords from Africa, an underground bdsm website, being a pony slave or a Hucow):
I have a lot of requests and I do have my life with family and job responsibilities so be patient. I’ll get to it.
This story I’d like to thank Emily who’s Tumblr handle is itsdaddyslittleslut for this story.
Emily is an 18 year old who is 5'3 long wavy brownish blonde with a curvy figure. Her tits are a little small but she has a big ass and great legs.
One Friday night, she decided to unwind after a long work week by heading out to a night club. She put on something sexy for the club. It was a tight burgundy red minidress, long sleeve with a v-neck and wore strappy open toed high heeled booties. She met a few friends over their at about 10pm. Even though she was only 18, she was able to get in number one because she had sufficient fake i.d. and second her looks easily got her in.
She and her friends danced around for a bit being real teases. Guys could look but they couldn’t touch. And she enjoyed that.
Even though the club was opened till 3am and her friends wanted to go elsewhere afterwards, by 145am, Emily decided it was time to call it a night and decided to head home.
15 minutes before, my compadres Bruce and Rick and myself pulled up in our van. We were waiting for a girl who looked good. Someone who would make us some good money selling into slavery after kidnapping and training them. We parked in the back and waited. We thought we might be there for a while but after 15-20 minutes of waiting, bingo.
“Hey, how about this one?” Inquired Bruce
“Yeah. Tits are a little small but she’s cute” replied Rick.
“Ok let’s follow her” I replied.
Emily got in her car. We started to follow. We had satellite coverage in our van which allows us to follow her at a distance without her seeing us. The irony is as we were pulling out, we saw 3 other women come out of the club. Had Emily waited another 10-15 minutes, it probably wouldn’t be her we go after. Oh well, we could get those girls another time.
Turns out, Emily lived about 20 minutes from the club. When she pulled up to her place, she took a few minutes before she decided to get out of her car. That gave us enough to catch up. I parked the van one house before her’s. Bruce and Rick got out of van and waited for her to get out of the car. She finally got out and as she was walking to her house, Bruce snuck up from behind and grabbed her.
Aaaaahhhhh. Aaaaaahmmmph. Mmmmppphh!!!!! Screamed Emily as Bruce put his hand over her mouth. Emily wasn’t going down without a fight and started kicking. Rick finally grabbed her legs although it was a struggle to keep hold of them as she still tried to.
“Stop struggling bitch!!!” Admonished Rick.
I pulled the van up and Bruce and Rick got her in there. Then I took out one pair of handcuffs and we were able to secure
her hands behind her back. Then we took out ankle cuffs, secured her ankles and finally took one more pair of handcuffs linking her wrists and ankles together and putting her in a hogtie.
“Alright take my purse” thinking we were robbing her. We didn’t say anything.
“Alright you want to rape me”
“Wrong again” as I secured a combination black ball gag and blindfold around her head
“That should quiet her down at least a little bit” I said
“Funny she’s trying to bargain by letting us rape her. Well we were going to do that anyway sweetie. But that’ll be the least of your worries heh heh.
"Mmmmppphhh!!” Cried Emily under her gag as she did not like the sound of what I just said.
We drove the van to our slave training facility in rural Virginia.
“I’ll tell she was a tough one to grab” observed Bruce.
“Actually that’s the way I prefer. A lot more satisfying” I replied.
“Yeah, I love the feeling like she’s trapped like a wild animal” replied Rick
“Oh great. That’s what they think of me” thought Emily feeling really degraded.
As I drove the van Bruce and Rick sat in back busy groping and fondling her.
“Mmmmpppphhhh!!” Cried Emily.
“Hmm. Thong panties. Ever woman should wear those heh heh.” Observed Rick who delighted in the thong panties.
“Hey Bruce feel her panties. I think this cunt like this.”
“Mmpph!!” She didn’t want to admit to herself in her subconscious, she was aroused by her kidnapping, her bondage and possible rape.
“Hey George, can we rape this slut?” asked Bruce
“Mmmmpppphhh!!!” Thought Emily
“We have to wait for the doctor to determine if she’s a virgin both vaginally and anally. If she’s either, she’s worth a lot money” I replied.
“Worth a lot of money?” Emily was thinking. She didn’t like the way sounded.
“Also we do like it to be denied for at least 72 hours,”
After about 2 hours of driving, we arrived at the facility. To Emily, it probably felt like 8 or 9 hours maybe 10.
We removed her ankle cuffs and Bruce and Rick grabbed each arm and pulled her in. Emily did make one attempt at getting away being handcuffed and blindfolded, she didn’t get to far and tripped. I pulled her up by her hair and gave her a slap in the face.
“You try that again bitch, I’m gonna take a knife and cut you up slowly and make sure you die a very slow death”.
“Mmmppphh!” Moaned Emily. She seemed to have gotten the message. At least for now.
We brought Emily inside and brought her on the elevator. It went down 3 floors underground. The people who owned this building(an abandoned warehouse) back in the 1950’s had added 3 sub floors as a fallout shelter as this was during the Cold War. We arrived at the bottom floor where Emily could hear some moaning. These were other slaves we captured who were bound gagged and blindfolded. We put Emily on a work horse on her back strapping her on it. We used metal restraints to secure her wrists, ankles and neck so she was lying bent at her back. I then gave her an injection of a chip that served as a shock collar controlled by a remote. I then took a sheer scissors and and cut off her dress. To my delight, no bra. Then I cut off her her panties. I then put in her ears earbuds. They were attached to a stereo. For much of the time it would play white noise. But the rest of the time she would hear this message. It’s a n orientation tape. Or what I like to call a disorientation tape.
“Hello bitch. As you can see, your no longer a free woman. You now our slave. You have no human rights. You now a fucktoy. A rape toy. A piece of meat. A dirty slut, filthy whore, brainless cunt. Just tits and 3 fuck holes. To be used and abused by men and maybe other women for their pleasure.
We are now starting your training to be a sex slave. It’s going to be brutal. We got all kinds of torture to put you through. Hopefully after 30 days, the person who bids the most money will win you as their slave. Yes you are just property, merchandise, an owned slave. And if we want to fuck you, you will bend over. If we want you to suck our cocks, you will get on your knees open your mouth and swallow. Unless one of us wants to cum in your face. You will address me or the other male doms as Sir or Master. We also have 3 fem dommes. You will address them as Mistress.
One final thing. You’ve been injected with chip. The chip is attached to a remote. With the remote, we can zap you with enough electricity that won’t kill you but make you wish we would. This is in case you get any ideas of trying to get away. Theirs no escape. Welcome to your new life.
I put the finishing touches by putting a butt plug up her ass, nipple clamps on her nips and attached what’s similar to an electric toothbrush to her clit. That device operated on a timer. It runs for 3 minutes then shuts off for 4 minutes and then repeats the cycle all night. One of the things we like to do during training is 72 hours of sleep deprivation. And clearly for Emily she would not sleep all night and after a while was begging for an orgasm. The life she knew just nearly three hours earlier had ended.