◡ a/n : we can all agree that piwon shares a netflix account right... and perhaps a spotify account too... ps i am hyperaware that the pacing is cheeks imsosorry i got unreasonably excited about this idea </3
i think there is a huge maturity issue in the fanfiction community. below are some things i'd like to address.
minors in adult spaces you are not 'mature' for you age if you cannot follow a simple boundary. if you lie about your age, you are also endangering the adults you contact, it's not just about your safety. just because you yourself are comfortable or going through puberty and need to get off, it does not mean you should interact and cross a very explicit boundary. this also brings me to mdni blogs who pick and choose specific minors just because "they write good smut" or "they're almost 18 anyway". if you have a boundary, then enforce it. you are making the 'mdni' label seem like a joke. don't call yourself 'mdni' if you're not.
disregard on kink etiquette there is a difference between writing dark content and normalizing real, dangerous situations. do not interpret real life cases of abuse as inspiration for your fanfics. i remember some time ago, there was someone requesting about elvis presley and his history with a minor. also, if you are into unusual things and someone is against it, it's so easy to not interact. do not step over people's boundaries just because you feel like they have more morals than you. nobody cares what you're into as long as you keep it in your own space, it doesn't harm anyone, and you don't force it onto others.
talking behind people's backs i see no issue with shittalking as long as it's something you would say to the person upfront or have no intentions to interact with the person. to mock, belittle, and 'drag' someone behind their back is, honestly, strange. most of you are above middle school age, act like it. the issue is not with shittalking, but with pretending you are above it and do it.
whining about interactions it's okay if you're frustrated that a post isn't doing well, it's okay to post about it. readers these days on tumblr need to be reminded that to keep the fanfiction ecosystem alive, you should reblog. however! posting stuff like "omg, i'm gonna quit if i don't get 100+ likes" or "all of you better like rn" just makes you look odd. write for yourself or you always get burnt out.
sympathy baiting no, you cannot have bpd nor any cluster b disorder if you are under 18 unless you have an explicit diagnosis from a professional. no, you cannot post smut as a minor just because you were groomed and normalize sexual content. no, you cannot jump into adult spaces just because you're 'mature for your age'. no, adults are not the bad guys for setting boundaries. no, mental illness isn't a silly label to put in your bio for extra points.
trauma dumping without asking we are not your therapists, we are not licensed, and no one on here wants to play babysitter to someone at risk of self destructive behavior. if you need help, then seek it irl. if you cannot, then advocate for yourself. you will not get better by being a whiny bitch about it on tumblr. you will not get better if you complain about things in your control to stop.
if you do not have the maturity for at least most of these, you should not have a mdni blog (if applicable) nor be on the internet at all.
hii, i just wanna say smth about it here too although it was handled in my server.
i take lying about age VERY seriously.
someone had been interacting within an adult space (p1ecebugs server) while being dishonest about their age, and although they are gone and their tumblr blog is now deleted, i still want to say this for future reference because this issue is becoming way too normalized online and it’s getting ridiculous.
if you are a minor, entering 18+ spaces under false pretenses is not only harmless to others who are but it’s soooo dangerous for the sake of you as well.
all in all, you are removing people’s ability to consent to the interactions they are having and putting adults in uncomfortable, unfair, and potentially dangerous situations without their knowledge.
and for other 18+ blogs/accounts!!! please continue being cautious. trust your instincts when something feels off, don’t feel guilty for asking for clarification or setting boundaries, and remember that protecting your space does not make you rude!!! 🫰🫰
synopsis ⋆˚。⋆୨୧˚✧˖°.‧₊⋅˚✮ : Making Jongseob play in the snow with you!! >.<
a/n: hhhh he looks so good here. We’re lowk just gonna pretend that Jongseob doesn’t like the snow for the plot :p
wc⋆˚。⋆୨୧˚✧˖°.‧₊⋅˚✮ : 1,002
masterlist here!
You stir at the sound of quiet cursing coming from the living room.
'What the hell.' You think, confused. You were supposed to be home alone. So who was in the living room??
You shift so that your legs are dangling off the side of the bed, cringing slightly at the feeling of cold air hitting your exposed legs. You definitely should've worn sweatpants to sleep. But your train of thought is disrupted by a grunt.
'Right, who's in my living room?'
The wooden floor groans under your socked feet as you sneak to the door. You pray that whoever is here doesn't notice. 'Do I have any weapons?' You mindlessly wonder as you tiptoe down the hallway, 'I mean, I have these bad boys.' you smirk as you stop in the hallway mirror to flex your forearm before another yelp startles you into focusing again.
You quietly round the corner, fist raised in case you need to pounce, only to see...
Jongseob? Playing Fortnite? On your TV????
"What are you doing here?" You whisper-yell, baffled by how relaxed he is on your couch while you were preparing for battle. He jumps at your sudden exclamation.
"A 'good morning' is nice too." He sighs after catching his breath. "You didn't look outside?"
You only spiral deeper into confusion at his words. "What are you talking about?" You squint and he rolls his eyes playfully. Only you wouldn't notice the blinding blankets of white forming outside.
He stands, setting his controller on your coffee table, walking over to your window and pulling back the curtain. "It's snowing," You gasp at the sight.
"Wait." You cut him off. "Why are you here though?" He stares at you blankly. "You asked me to come over."
"Oh... I did do that." You look away bashfully and then cross the living room to stand next to him, looking at the wonderland that was your yard.
"It started snowing when I got here. I didn't wake you up because you looked really peaceful," he relays casually. Your heart clenches at how effortlessly cute he can be.
"You know what.." You start as you walk back to your room, expecting Jongseob to follow you (he does). "I haven't played in the snow in ages." Your voice is muffled as you rummage through your closet. What happened to your snow jacket?
A triumphant yell rips from your throat as you pull the jacket out from the depths of your closet. You turn and show Jongseob. "Let's go outside, Seob." You hum, shrugging on the jacket. He looks away with a grimace.
You take his hand, pout ready on your lips. "It hasn't snowed like this in years, please?" He hangs his head with a whine at your plea. It was unfair how well you knew him.
"Alright." He mumbles, biting back a smile when you cheer delightedly. "But," he tuts. Grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him. "If I get sick from the cold, I get to hold that over your head for the rest of our lives." You stare at him with furrowed brows before smacking his arm playfully.
"I'll take my chances."
...
Jongseob wishes he could say no to you.
He thinks as soon as you step outside, because despite being wrapped up in warm clothes from head to toe, he could still feel the frost creeping in on his bones.
You push onward, stomping through the thick layer of snow with your sneakers. Jongseob treading lightly behind you, stepping carefully in your footprints to avoid falling.
The snow covers your yard beautifully, and you can't help the way you sigh at the comforting sight of snow. Jongseob raises a brow at your calm expression.
"How can you look so relaxed right now? I can't feel my fingers," he grumbles. You snort at his complaint.
"The snow looks so beautiful." You marvel with a jab to his side. "It is kind of nice." He agrees after looking around.
The trees, branches cradling handfuls of snow. The sky, a little grey against the stark white crystals falling from the sky. The icicles, hanging over every ledge as if hand placed by snow fairies.
He had to admit, it was beautiful.
And just as he started to enjoy it..
Poof.
He hunches forward at the sudden blow on his back and then turns around to see you waving with a devilish grin.
You burst into laughter at the look of disbelief on his face and in your fit you don't see him making a snowball of his own. When you collect yourself and stand up straight again, Jongseob is nowhere to be seen.
"Seob?" You call. No answer.
"Jongseob!!!" You shout, turning around. Where did he go?
You don't get a chance to think when a snowball in the face throws off your balance and knocks you right onto your butt. You also don't get a chance to be upset about falling over when you hear the sound of Jongseob impishly giggling. And you wish you had a camera to capture the sight ahead of you.
Jongseob stood in front of you. His shoulders shaking with laughter. You began to laugh along with him.
He walks over to you with a soft smile and plops down right next to you.
"Aw, look at you, having a good time." You smile smugly.
"Oh shut up." He scoffs, tackling you into the snow. You roll around for a bit before you eventually win the grapple, having him underneath you and breathless.
"I win." You whisper.
"For now," Jongseob whispers back.
The two of you sit like that for a second, admiring each other, until Jongseob can't help himself anymore and boldly grabs you by your scarf. He pulls you flush against him, pressing soft kisses all over your face while you snicker at his sudden outburst.
You flip over, lying on your back next to him with a sigh. Jongseob turns to face you with a snaggle-toothed smile.
✧ YOU'RE PRETTY PRETTY TO ME : p1harmony maknae line x trans!gn!reader
some time after you realized you were trans, getting gender affirming surgery became the top item on your to do list. the moment you were allowed to, your lover became hellbent on making the process as comfortable as possible.
◡ warnings/content : trans gender neutral reader. established relationship. reader is undergoing hrt. mentions of blood. mentions of what would happen post top and bottom surgery. not proofread.
◡ wc : 1.3k
◡ featuring : intak, soul, jongseob / hyung line
hwang intak
the moment you got your doctor's approval for gender affirming surgery, he started beaming, kinda like keeho. to say he was excited on your behalf is a massive understatement
i imagine you two would be sitting on the couch together with his phone in hand, looking up the stuff you need for your recovery and where to get them. like he’s constantly double checking and asking for your input, his gaze flitting between you and his phone as he hangs off your every word
say your doctor advises you to stop hrt just before the surgery to prevent clotting. he’ll ask if it’s really, truly necessary before he relents. he almost hates it as much as you do, but he’ll take your face in his hands and try to compensate by kissing you all over, complimenting you between kisses in an attempt to make you feel better
is unreasonably clingy weeks prior to the surgery/ies. he’s trying to memorize the feeling of you in his arms but no matter how many times he holds you, it just isn’t enough! he will be very vocal about how he’s mourning the loss of close physical touch
he's already been at your beck and call before all this, so now that he has a valid reason for it, it's just 10x worse. once you’re awake after the surgery/ies, his immediate instinct, aside from tucking the wayward strand of hair behind your ear and gently caressing your cheek, is to ask if you need anything
i fear you won't be lifting a single finger while you recover. he can and WILL do everything for you because “your doctor said to keep movement at a minimum!!”
he's the one emptying out your drains and wiping you down with moist towelettes (cause you can't shower for a while) and adjusting all your pillows whenever you're sitting down. he knows that recovering from any type of surgery isn't completely painless, so he wants you to be as comfortable as possible
he’s always checking up on you, asking if you’re feeling okay and seeing if your posture’s good. sometimes he triple checks the doctor’s instructions—especially when it comes to elevating certain body parts to keep them stable—and if he catches you in positions you shouldn’t be in, he’ll verbally guide you out of them
should bleeding happen, he will very gently clean you up, give you painkillers and water, and stay with you through the pain. he’s dying to hold you, but he can only console you while he sits at a unreasonable distance from you
as excited as he is to hug you again after an agonizing amount of time, he’ll reacquaint you into his arms with the softest embrace </3 tight, but definitely soft because thanks to your recovery period, he’s gotten wayyy too used to barely-there touches
haku shota
he audibly gasps and maybe even squeals when you tell him that you can finally get gender affirming surgery/ies. being a man of few words isn't gonna stop him from being vocal about how hyped he is for you
if the doctor has you stop hrt for a while before surgery, he'll be bummed. he remembers when you got your first hormone vial and how you both treated it like you were unboxing a blind box, but he'll remind you that you won't look or sound any less good just because of it
he'll look through all the different kinds of equipment you need to recover, and at first he'll be a little intimidated, but that's just because he's never used or really seen them before. once he gets over the initial anxiety, he'll immediately teach himself the proper ways to use them
he loathes every second of the recovery period because wdym he's not allowed to smother you .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. he does that best!!
in all seriousness though, the moment you woke up after surgery, he got so so giddy. he smiled so wide his eyes disappeared. he always found you beautiful, but now that you feel more like yourself, he's even more enamoured by you
he's going to exploit the fact that you're not supposed to move too much. he will spoon feed you, or at least try to, whenever you have to eat. though he hates how he can't be his usual cuddly self with you, for the most part he's kinda happy he has an excuse to dote on you
now that he's in charge of cooking for you, you should be… concerned for your kitchen's wellbeing. i’m not saying he'll burn it down, but i’m not saying he won't have to actively avoid burning it down either. he's not the best cook out there, but he does try his best and even consults his family for simple, healthy recipes
he's really observant of you. whenever he notices that you're uncomfortable because of sensory deprivation—because again, you're not allowed to move much—he’ll find ways to amuse you. it'll get to a point where you and him start roleplaying with his plushies
because he's so observant, he's quick to adjust your compression garments whenever they feel too tight. it's also because he's so observant that he was able to pick up on emptying and securing your drains relatively quickly
the exact second your doctor gives you the green light to move however you please, he latches onto you and doesn't let go. you two are walking outside the clinic like you've been tied up in a sailor's knot and neither of you are complaining
kim jongseob
he's somewhat normal about it when he learns that you're finally allowed to get your desired surgery/ies, but internally his heart is bursting at the seams because you've wanted this for so long
he gets all in his feelings over the fact that he's seen you in all kinds of states, and that he's about to see another: a happier, more secure you
somehow, he's pretty casual about getting everything you need for your recovery. he's been doing this, buying or at least keeping track of things that would help with your medical transition. it's nothing new to him, but it doesn't make it any less exciting
what he's wouldn't be casual about is if you have to stop hrt for medical reasons. even if the doctor instructed you to, it's not gonna stop the withdrawal effects, so he helps you manage them. hot flashes? he'll run cold baths for you. mood swings? he’ll choose his words more carefully. headaches? he'll offer to give you head massages
seeing you after your surgery/ies feels kinda surreal in the sense that he can't believe that something so simple, something that should be accessible to everybody, can make you so happy. he'll only be that much more determined to keep you that happy
as a joke, he'll pretend that he'll be completely fine with not being able to be properly physically affectionate with you while you recover. loud incorrect buzzer. he won't. he'll be “forced” to wear your clothes as an alternative
he's devastated that he can't really rest his full weight on you because it's so soothing to him, but whenever you do it with him (basically treating him like a pile of back pillows), all those complaints are out the window. he's itching to fully hold onto you, but for now, he'll have to be satisfied with having his hands on your thighs
whenever you sleep, he's determined to keep you on your back, regardless of how hard it is to sleep in that position. he is nottt about to let you get yourself an unnecessary complication
since you need to take specific measures to make sure that your parts function properly after recovering, he'll be very careful in helping you perform them. he'll have painkillers and water on standby if it gets uncomfortable, and he'll also always have a free hand for you to hold
something you two end up doing more than usual is play video games. you're not allowed to do much else, so you have to get creative. by the end of your recovery period, you've either developed an addiction to a certain game or a burning hatred for it
◡ taglist : @mysoulfelix
◡ a/n : writing this stressed me out a lil because i was trying so hard not to sound repetitive 😭😭 but i am so so happy with how this turned out!! this is self indulgent as hell if you couldn't tell. happy pride everypony!! everybody get more trans NOW
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