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This has definitely already been done by now but I don't care I'm excited for this movie

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Have another.

If this ends up popular as well I'll be making more.

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Hi,

It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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Guitar

Words:265

Genre:fluff

Summary:he takes it everywhere—just like your love.

He never went anywhere without it. To the beach, the mountains, the living room, the studio… everywhere Park Chanyeol went, so did his guitar. He plays melancholy blues when he’s feeling somber, toned up jazz when his days are sunny, and then there’s the time he plays his love for you.

Never the same, always a new chord is strummed when he plays in bed, the neck of the instrument against his own to accommodate you at his side. The sounds coming from the bedroom spoke of woes. The moment you cross the threshold, however, something light comes from his fingers and he forgets whatever sorrow he picked from each string. Today it’s almost blindingly bright—his love—a cheery tone to match the beaming smile. He keeps his eyes closed but his dimple deepens when you automatically pick up the song with a hum.

He finishes his song to greet you. Gentle fingers remember the melody as he traps you between both large hands to smother you with kisses. The song carries into his voice, luring you down onto the mattress with him. He plays it again along your spinal cord, an itch he can’t quite seem to scratch. He reaches for the guitar again, the neck against his own to accommodate you at his side. That’s where you belong—he said so many years ago and it holds true till this day.

He takes that guitar everywhere, and with that comes along his emotions. He plays his love for you for hours but it’s never enough. That’s why he’ll never be caught without his precious guitar.

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A little Tae

Late

Words:884

Rating:no rating but language and suggestive themes and a pussy eating joke.

Can be an ambiguous reader but it’s femme leaning.

Summary: you get anxious easily—and what better cure for anxiety than baking at 6 am?

He got home the same as always long after the sunsets and moon dipped dangerously low on the horizon. Taehyung showers, shaves, grumbles about the bags under his eyes twice, then stubs his toe. He wants to scream, but he breathes through the pain, looking back towards the bed he knows is occupied. Once he can see and wipes away his tears, he checks to make sure all the noise doesn’t disturb you.

Taehyung’s perplexed. Not that it’s late and you’re awake—he probably made more noise than intended the moment he walked into the quiet apartment. It’s the lack of you in his bed that bothers him. He checks the clock; six-thirty.

He gets his answer when he finds you in the kitchen, flour on the slate countertops and all over the band-tee you stole from his wardrobe. “Cookies?” He notes the chocolate chips to your right, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder when you jump at his voice. “What’s got you nervous?”

He knew you better than anyone these days. “I just woke up anxious.” You mutter, restarting your heart and frowning at the mess you created when he startled you. “Could you make more noise when you walk around? For a big guy you move like an assassin.”

“Guess you could call me that with the way I beat the p-“ you promptly shove a tasteful amount of cookie batter into his mouth. “Tastes weird without chocolate chips.” Taehyung heaves himself onto the counter, taking the offered mixing spoon from your hand. “Brownies too?” He looks over to the waiting tray of brownie batter on the stove. “Something happened. What’s up?” He still digs into the brief snack you gave him, loving the way you watch him for approval. He nods and you start to add the chocolate chips slowly.

You don’t have an answer for him yet. You’re still formulating the conversation over in your head. “Just as I said: I woke up like this.”

Taehyung frowns but doesn’t persuade you further by conventional thinking. “Cinnamon rolls this morning and bread just about all day. Where did the sourdough head off too, I wonder?” Rather than that, he talks around you. Annoying you into talking about your feelings always worked. “Ah, and yesterday! I’ve never seen so many cupcakes. My friends were appreciative. Lord knows we can’t eat thirty-seven cupcakes.”

You scoop the dough out evenly, debating on which tray of dessert you’d start first. “I’m surprised you walked right by the kitchen.” You hum, deciding the cookies would be faster and setting the oven to three-fifty. “You must be very tired.” You stop what you’re doing to cup his face and lean in for a brief kiss. “Welcome home.”

“Thank you, my little baker. The day before was what?” He tries again, commending you silently on your dedication to ignoring him. “Right, right, sweet buns. So many sweet buns. So many flavors too.”

“Alright, jeez.” You hold up your hands in mock surrender. “I haven’t gotten my period.”

“Try again.”

“I am on a new diet.”

“One more time.”

“Meeting your parents was one thing. I love meeting parents. I’m a catch.” You shoot off, the quicker the better in your eyes. Taehyung watches, focusing on your now broken Korean. “I don’t want your friends to hate me? I know they’re your world and I am excited you’re excited that I’m meeting them but I hate social situations and everyone I know will be you, so what if I come off clingy and needy? I just-“he doesn’t stop you. Taehyung sits and nods while his wide eyes show a softness still too shy of adoring. “What if they hate me?”

Taehyung wants to laugh. Your insecurities about his friends are a recurring theme of the month since he announced he’d like for you all to go out soon. No matter how many times he assures you, you end up back in his kitchen, knee-deep in a new dish. “They don’t. In fact, where do you think your nervous baking goes? I can’t eat sweets all the time, love.” He doesn’t allow himself to chuckle when your frown deepens. “Love, look at me.” His large hand cups your cheek and his thumb strokes your face lovingly. “They are so excited to meet the person I’ve given my heart to; they are too focused on embarrassing stories about me to bring up naturally than they are about grilling you. They’re not focused on hating you. They already love you. Breathe.” He takes a breath with you, demonstrating that you were, in fact, hyperventilating. “There you go. That’s my baby. If you want, we can reschedule?”

“No. I mentally prepared for this day. I can do it.” You’re telling yourself more than him, but you both are vaguely aware you can and will get through. He never let you go at it alone before. He wasn’t about to start now. “I just also need to make a batch of snickerdoodles-“

“No.” He pulls you from the kitchen, making sure nothing is on or burning. “You can finish when you wake up.”

“I can finish now.” You fight, but he’s already hoisting you over his shoulder, effortless as always. “If you insist on burning energy, however,” he playfully grabs onto your butt, making you both laugh. “Bed, then you can finish.”

“My batter though?” Tiny, almost like a plea, your mouth moves past the enormous yawn. “It will go bad.”

“I’ll put it away.” And he would. He always did.

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Yeah, I write.

Waste

Really

Important

Time

Expecting words to magically appear on the page

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There will never be a tiktok as good as this one I think about it all the time it is VISCERAL

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As a survivor during a zombie apocalypse, you’re unwillingly being protected by a vampire coven because you’re their only sustainable food source for miles around.

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We don’t appreciate the fact that Bruce Wayne is a Kardasian level celebrity enough. Everyone knows him. I want more one shots and crack fic moments where the League (Pre identity reveals) just openly talk about Bruce Wayne in front of Batman.

Just imagine them playing fuck, marry, kill with famous actors and such and throwing Bruce into the mix. And Batman just sits there, silently suffering as he listens to the reasons why Flash and Lantern would marry, fuck, or kill him. He prays they choose kill. They don’t.

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Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

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T R U S T me • masterlist

moodboard: arrangement @kaexloey • photo cred to all OPs, do not repost.

Genre: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Smut

Pairings: Park Chanyeol x femOC!reader (Jade), Kim Jongin (Kai) x femOC!reader (Jade)

Rated: M, 18+

Warnings: Physical and Emotional Abuse, Violence, Slow Burn, Sexual Themes, Language

Summary: Helping your best friend, Lay, set up an extension of his producing company in Los Angeles is the perfect project to finally get your design firm off the ground. When Lay decides to bring on his handsome and talented friend as a business partner, trust issues begin to arise between you and your long-term boyfriend.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9 [final]

A/N: This is my first fanfic series! Let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist in a reblog, comment, or DM!

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T R U S T me • masterlist

moodboard: arrangement @kaexloey • photo cred to all OPs, do not repost.

Genre: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Smut

Pairings: Park Chanyeol x femOC!reader (Jade), Kim Jongin (Kai) x femOC!reader (Jade)

Rated: M, 18+

Warnings: Physical and Emotional Abuse, Violence, Slow Burn, Sexual Themes, Language

Summary: Helping your best friend, Lay, set up an extension of his producing company in Los Angeles is the perfect project to finally get your design firm off the ground. When Lay decides to bring on his handsome and talented friend as a business partner, trust issues begin to arise between you and your long-term boyfriend.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9 [final]

A/N: This is my first fanfic series! Let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist in a reblog, comment, or DM!

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Ügyes !

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One of y’all tell me. Is my story satisfied edited at all? I have two whole versions of this story as it started out a Tae fic and it progressed to Yeol almost immediately. Actually I have three. One that’s Tae, one that’s posted here I hope, and one that is a grotesque mixture of the two. Like BAD BAD mixture. I always wanna check and read it but I know I’ll delete it if I read it. I tend to edit four days after then post, but sometimes I do not post the correct versions 😭😭😭 I had to delete a dongjun fic awhile back and haven’t gotten back to editing the mistakes (writing for another ship and changing it is my worst habit)

Mmmm new fics aren’t abundant I’m working on a commission like project rn and school keep all my braincells so sorry if you’re waiting on more writing. I have an that dongjun one I will eventually repost, that got like two notes so I’m very sorry to those two (?) people 😭

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feel good — chae hyungwon

request: Can I get a lil jealous Hyungwon with female reader? The genre of the fic is up to you, if you want to make it smutty okay if you want it fluffy okay if you want angst it's okay too lol~ I just love your works jesus - 🖤 anon

a/n: do i know that this is actually a sad revenge song? yes am i gonna use it in a sadism fic? you bet ur ass i am

word count: 0.9k

content: sub!hyungwon, dom!gn!reader, sadism/masochism, bondage with a belt, mentions of fuckin him but it’s at the very end i didn’t wanna write the full scene so you just get this instead <3

warning: please be careful when tying up your partner/being tied up and make sure to do it in a safe way. this fic does not depict a safe way to practice bondage, it’s just a fantasy, so please educate yourself and be safe.

summary: i want to dye you more black, cold frozen looks good on you, i want to hurt you, my heart is twisted, like it's crazy

his eyes stare so intently at the ceiling as you shower, he’s only in his boxers, but his mind is elsewhere. he can’t imagine what it’s like to not be here, in this hotel room with you, so far away and lonely from the world, and he can’t tell whether or not that’s a good thing. he didn’t like the way they looked at you, and maybe that caused him to do some... not so good things, but he knew this wasn’t even going to be a punishment. he likes it when you’re cruel.

he knows he enjoys you, enjoys your company and your sickly sweet smile, but you’re a curse just as much as you’re a blessing. his fingers tremble as he rubs in arms in the most self soothing way possible, breathing raggedly.

he can see you step out of the bathroom out of the corner of his eye, sultry in the way you lean against the doorframe. you murmur his name softly, and he finally meets your gaze fully, “we should order room service.”

“alright,” he responds with that shaky voice, but the conversation stalls. the atmosphere is strangely awkward, “are you waiting for me to—?”

“no, i’m just thinking,” you smile teasingly, looking away to nowhere specific before looking back at him, “you’re cute when you’re nervous,” he gulps as you walk closer towards the bed, where he laid waiting. he sits up on the edge of the bed, looking up at you as you stand right before him as he sits right before you, and you pull from the back of his neck to tug him closer. you down at him with a smirk, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear, “you should be careful, hyungwon, you know i’m not nice.”

of course he knows that, because you warn him every time that you’re not going to be gentle with him, and every time he says the same thing, “that’s what i want. don’t be nice to me.”

and you always seem to enjoy that line from him. you pull him up to meet him in a kiss, so firey and full of tension. his hands immediately reach for your waist, pulling you close. you pull away just as he starts to lose himself in the kiss. he goes to question you, but when you pull the belt off his jeans that were on the floor, he knows immediately what you want. you grab both of his wrists and turn him around all in one quick, overwhelming motion.

“this is what you want, right?” you echo the words he said previously, and he has no choice but to nod, “that’s right, baby, you love it.” you turn him back around, and resume kissing. your tounge drags along his neck, the feeling of it making him groan. he feels so perfectly dirty like this.

your fingertips squeeze his nipple suddenly, and he shrieks, stumbling out of your grasp, falling back onto the bed. you laugh at his reaction, but when he collects himself, he begs lowly, under his breath, “do it again please, do it again.”

you chuckle as you crawl closer to him, stroking his cheek with a faux sweetness, before slapping him. his head lingers for a moment before he goes back to looking you in the eye, silent but it’s like he’s saying ‘is that all you’ve got?’ with his eyes.

“more, more, hurt me more,” he mumbles, and you’re honestly happy to fulfill the request, even if it feels like a demand.

“watch your mouth, baby,” you smirk, before you lean in to kiss his neck, biting when you’ve found a good spot to mark him up. he always whines so prettily like this. your hands, now free, also play with his chest, twisting and tugging at his nipples whenever it sounds like he’s gotten too comfortable.

he moans loudly in pain when you slap the inside of his thigh harshly, leaving a red handprint where your hand once was. he’s just so pretty when he’s trembling. is it fear? anticipation? does it even matter when it feels so amazing to feel the stinging in your hand and know it’s even worse?

you hit and slap and choke him viscously, roughly, like you were trying to break him and shatter him into pieces. in fact, that was exactly what you were trying to do. it’s such an incredible feeling to hurt him, knowing he’s aching and close to crying, but he just lets you do as you please.

it doesn’t even look like he could hear you right now, much less talk from how much noise he was making, muffling his voice with a pillow so you both don’t get a notice complaint from the people in the room next door.

“please,” he mumbles, voice cracking, breaking from all his shouts and yells and cries, “please fuck me.”

you pout in a fake sympathy, gripping his jaw with your hand so he’s forced to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry, baby, you wanna get fucked? you want me to fuck you so hard and roughly you see stars? make you cum again and again until you physically give out?” he groans, nodding despite your grasp, and you release his jaw, leaning in to whisper again, knowing your breath against his hear makes him shiver, “then i guess we have a long night ahead of us, don’t we?”

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i don't know why i’m smiling the more i mess you up

why can't i stop the more you're hurt?

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New layout and name cuz I am not just writing for a.c.e. Gonna upload some things I threw away from my last blog (a khh one 🥺 that I miss dearly) so if you see a jay park fic, no you didn’t ❤��