alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY to entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
making the islanders read love letters less than 3 weeks in is crazyyy to me. that’s a final four activity… idk the pacing this season is weird or i guess everyone found genuine connections?? casa amor will be wild for sure
✶ you prank garrett by calling him your “current boyfriend”.
002. WARNINGS !
✶ another tiktok trend, some kissing. really just pure fluff.
word count : 1k
gif by @sophie-baek
Garrett isn’t really on social media.
He posts the occasional photo dump every six months, maybe a story when the two of you go out on dates, but for the most part, he stays far away from it.
Which means you can pull practically any trending prank on him, and he’ll never see it coming.
Getting him to agree had been easy. One kiss to his pouty lips and he caved. Garrett never needs much convincing when it comes to you. If you asked him to jump, he’d probably ask how high.
Which is exactly why he’d agreed to your mysterious “lip balm challenge” without so much as a question.
So now you’re sitting on his lap on the desk chair in his room, your phone propped up on a stack of textbooks and random notebooks. Various flavoured lip balms are scattered across the desk between his laptop with the unfinished essay he’d been working on before you barged in and distracted him.
Not that he seemed to mind.
“What are we doing again?” Garrett murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice low.
One arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your side beneath your shirt while his other hand rests possessively on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. He’s buried his face in your neck, clearly much more interested in kissing you than filming anything.
You laugh softly.
“I bought some lip balms and you have to guess the flavour,” you explain, trying—and failing—not to smile at the thought of the reaction you know is coming.
“Hm, okay.”
He presses a lingering kiss beneath your ear with a content sigh, his chin resting on your shoulder while he waits patiently for you to start.
You hit record and brighten immediately, holding up the collection of colorful tubes.
“So, I’ll be testing these flavoured lip balms and my current boyfriend, Garrett, has to guess the flavour,” you say smoothly, feeling the way he freezes beneath you. “They’re pretty wacky flavors, so we’ll see how well he does.”
For a moment, he’s completely silent. But then, without a word, Garrett reaches around you and presses stop to the recording.
“I’m sorry,” he says slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. “What did you just say?”
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Baby, I already explained the trend to you. Keep up.”
His expression somehow becomes even more offended when you ignore him and press record again, popping open one of the lip balms.
“Here,” you say, turning toward him after applying it.
But, to your surprise, he dodges your kiss.
“Garrett, come on,” you whine, puckering your lips.
“I’m not kissing you if you think I’m your ‘current boyfriend’.”
His pout is ridiculous.
“It’s just a saying,” you huff, desperately trying not to laugh.
“Well, I don’t like it.” He removes his hands from you and crosses his arms dramatically. “Do you have a list somewhere? Future boyfriends lined up for when you get tired of your ‘current’ one?”
You nearly lose it.
Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek and turn further in his lap, your phone continuing to record in the background, utterly forgotten.
“It was a joke, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” he mutters.
His eyes soften immediately afterward, though, because apparently even fake indignation has limits when he’s looking at you.
“Only my forever partner gets to call me that.”
“Aww,” you coo, heart melting at his words. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He watches you carefully, his expression suspicious but completely helpless when you smile at him.
“It was a prank,” you whisper, your lips brushing his.
“Not a very funny one,” Garrett grumbles.
“No, like, that's the only reason we’re recording something.”
You nod toward your phone with a grin, which is when understanding dawns on his face.
“I knew you were being sneaky,” he whispers back, shaking his head fondly.
Garrett smiles, and it isn’t one of his cocky grins or the easy smile he gives reporters and teammates. It’s the smile that only ever belongs to you, the one reserved for quiet moments and whispered confessions, and it makes your heart squeeze because you know you’re one of the very few people who get to see it.
“There’s nothing current about us,” you confess softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I hope you know that.”
“Oh, I know that.” He then smirks. “Already bought a ring, so you can’t get rid of me now.”
“What?!” Your shriek echoes through the room, earning a burst of laughter from him when you smack his shoulder with a little too much force.
“Yeah, but since you already told everyone I’m your ‘current boyfriend’, I guess I’ll have to take it back…”
You stare at him. “I can’t tell if you're joking.”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
His grin widens at your expression, leaning forward and reaching past you to stop the recording. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he finally kisses you.
And apparently, he’s been waiting. Because the second your lips touch, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him with a pleased hum.
The chair squeaks beneath the two of you as he stands, effortlessly lifting you along with him.
By the time he finally pulls away, you’re slightly breathless and staring at him with flushed cheeks.
“Hm,” he says thoughtfully.
“What?” You murmur, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Cherry cola?”
“Huh?”
“The lip balm.”
Your brows furrow for a second before realization dawns on you. Right, the stupid challenge. The whole reason you'd dragged Garrett away from his homework and set your phone up in the first place had almost completely slipped your mind after he'd kissed you senseless.
“Um, yeah,” you answer after a beat. “It was.”
“It’s nice,” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously. And before you can even process it, he tosses you onto the bed with a laugh.
The playful look on his face—and the unmistakable glint in his eyes—tell you that he definitely hasn't forgotten your little “current boyfriend” comment just yet.
NOTE : i really debated if it should say ‘forever girlfriend’ or ‘forever partner’ but to me forever girlfriend implies like never changing that status or getting married so idk i decided on partner. call me the woker i guess. also kinda hate this but oh well 🙃
✶ you prank garrett by calling him your “current boyfriend”.
002. WARNINGS !
✶ another tiktok trend, some kissing. really just pure fluff.
word count : 1k
gif by @sophie-baek
Garrett isn’t really on social media.
He posts the occasional photo dump every six months, maybe a story when the two of you go out on dates, but for the most part, he stays far away from it.
Which means you can pull practically any trending prank on him, and he’ll never see it coming.
Getting him to agree had been easy. One kiss to his pouty lips and he caved. Garrett never needs much convincing when it comes to you. If you asked him to jump, he’d probably ask how high.
Which is exactly why he’d agreed to your mysterious “lip balm challenge” without so much as a question.
So now you’re sitting on his lap on the desk chair in his room, your phone propped up on a stack of textbooks and random notebooks. Various flavoured lip balms are scattered across the desk between his laptop with the unfinished essay he’d been working on before you barged in and distracted him.
Not that he seemed to mind.
“What are we doing again?” Garrett murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice low.
One arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your side beneath your shirt while his other hand rests possessively on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. He’s buried his face in your neck, clearly much more interested in kissing you than filming anything.
You laugh softly.
“I bought some lip balms and you have to guess the flavour,” you explain, trying—and failing—not to smile at the thought of the reaction you know is coming.
“Hm, okay.”
He presses a lingering kiss beneath your ear with a content sigh, his chin resting on your shoulder while he waits patiently for you to start.
You hit record and brighten immediately, holding up the collection of colorful tubes.
“So, I’ll be testing these flavoured lip balms and my current boyfriend, Garrett, has to guess the flavour,” you say smoothly, feeling the way he freezes beneath you. “They’re pretty wacky flavors, so we’ll see how well he does.”
For a moment, he’s completely silent. But then, without a word, Garrett reaches around you and presses stop to the recording.
“I’m sorry,” he says slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. “What did you just say?”
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Baby, I already explained the trend to you. Keep up.”
His expression somehow becomes even more offended when you ignore him and press record again, popping open one of the lip balms.
“Here,” you say, turning toward him after applying it.
But, to your surprise, he dodges your kiss.
“Garrett, come on,” you whine, puckering your lips.
“I’m not kissing you if you think I’m your ‘current boyfriend’.”
His pout is ridiculous.
“It’s just a saying,” you huff, desperately trying not to laugh.
“Well, I don’t like it.” He removes his hands from you and crosses his arms dramatically. “Do you have a list somewhere? Future boyfriends lined up for when you get tired of your ‘current’ one?”
You nearly lose it.
Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek and turn further in his lap, your phone continuing to record in the background, utterly forgotten.
“It was a joke, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” he mutters.
His eyes soften immediately afterward, though, because apparently even fake indignation has limits when he’s looking at you.
“Only my forever partner gets to call me that.”
“Aww,” you coo, heart melting at his words. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He watches you carefully, his expression suspicious but completely helpless when you smile at him.
“It was a prank,” you whisper, your lips brushing his.
“Not a very funny one,” Garrett grumbles.
“No, like, that's the only reason we’re recording something.”
You nod toward your phone with a grin, which is when understanding dawns on his face.
“I knew you were being sneaky,” he whispers back, shaking his head fondly.
Garrett smiles, and it isn’t one of his cocky grins or the easy smile he gives reporters and teammates. It’s the smile that only ever belongs to you, the one reserved for quiet moments and whispered confessions, and it makes your heart squeeze because you know you’re one of the very few people who get to see it.
“There’s nothing current about us,” you confess softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I hope you know that.”
“Oh, I know that.” He then smirks. “Already bought a ring, so you can’t get rid of me now.”
“What?!” Your shriek echoes through the room, earning a burst of laughter from him when you smack his shoulder with a little too much force.
“Yeah, but since you already told everyone I’m your ‘current boyfriend’, I guess I’ll have to take it back…”
You stare at him. “I can’t tell if you're joking.”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
His grin widens at your expression, leaning forward and reaching past you to stop the recording. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he finally kisses you.
And apparently, he’s been waiting. Because the second your lips touch, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him with a pleased hum.
The chair squeaks beneath the two of you as he stands, effortlessly lifting you along with him.
By the time he finally pulls away, you’re slightly breathless and staring at him with flushed cheeks.
“Hm,” he says thoughtfully.
“What?” You murmur, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Cherry cola?”
“Huh?”
“The lip balm.”
Your brows furrow for a second before realization dawns on you. Right, the stupid challenge. The whole reason you'd dragged Garrett away from his homework and set your phone up in the first place had almost completely slipped your mind after he'd kissed you senseless.
“Um, yeah,” you answer after a beat. “It was.”
“It’s nice,” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously. And before you can even process it, he tosses you onto the bed with a laugh.
The playful look on his face—and the unmistakable glint in his eyes—tell you that he definitely hasn't forgotten your little “current boyfriend” comment just yet.
NOTE : i really debated if it should say ‘forever girlfriend’ or ‘forever partner’ but to me forever girlfriend implies like never changing that status or getting married so idk i decided on partner. call me the woker i guess. also kinda hate this but oh well 🙃
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