#like you think bc you’re not plagiarizing it it’s okay?

[starpens]

not to be controversial because i’m also against ai generated fics / art BUT if you copy + paste someone’s work from THEIR account, without their permission, into ai detectors or whatever, it’s stealing. your suspicion doesn’t give you the right to be a thief.

[cowboycherry]

🍒 :; slim pickins

summary!

bf! rafe x chubby! reader. you’ve been seeing the ‘slim pickins’ trend going around, and you beg your boyfriend to do it with you.

inclusions/warnings!

fluffy, fluffy, fluffy!! reading through it, i think it’s a bit rushed?? rafe is a cutie and loves his girlfriend. reader is referred to as ‘baby’ and ‘mama’. slightly suggestive at the end. reader is chubby and NOT insecure bc we love self confidence round in these parts. just a little itty bitty blurb bc i’ve been seeing so many people do this trend and it makes me want rafe to do it w me

word count!

400+

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ author’s note! :; dropping this before i finish editing a request for a sebastian stan fic! super excited for that, but have this fluffy rafe blurb for meantime. (also, i’m making a tag list since i’m going to start writing more, so if you want to be added to that lmk! you can request to only be added to certain fics and such, just lmk what you want, angels.)

i love you, and thank you for being here ♡

“raaafe,” you pout at your boyfriend, tugging on his bicep in a poor attempt to make him stand in front of your propped up phone. “it’s easy! already explained it t’you— you just gotta pick me up and, like, sit me on your shoulder.”

rafe glances down at your hands tugging his arm, an amused smile on his face even though he doesn’t want it to be there. he just can’t help it. “yeah, baby, and i told you that i don’t wanna be in any of your lil tiktoks,” he snorts, but he allows you to pull him in front of your phone.

“but it’s a couple’s trend! well, for the most part,” you hum to yourself, eagerly stepping away to get the timer ready. “okay, the lyrics are ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’ and you’re just s’posed to lift me somewhere while she’s singing that,” you explain animatedly, definitely rambling more than is necessary.

“uh huh. got it,” rafe nods once, and even though he looks much less enthusiastic than you are, he’s still happy that he’s making you happy.

you start the timer, quickly padding back across the hardwood floor to him and standing in front of him. “three, two…” you count down quietly, more for yourself, and then mouth the lyrics along to sabrina carpenter’s voice.

you’re unable to stop the squeal that escapes you when rafe effortlessly grips your hips, hoisting you up and perching you onto his shoulder like it’s nothing. his hand moves to comfortably rest on your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh there.

the tiktok is done filming, the video playing back on a loop as giggles bubble past your lips- both from being a little flustered by your very attractive boyfriend and from awe that he didn’t seem strained in the slightest. “i didn’t expect for you to do that so easily,” you admit softly, your hand resting on top of his.

rafe scoffs, “the fuck does that mean?” he asks you, but you can hear the playfulness, the teasing in his tone. “think i’m weak or somethin’, mama?” he grips your hips again, but instead of planting your feet back onto the ground, he drops you onto the couch.

“rafe?” you murmur in confusion before shrieking when his fingers start to dance over your ribs.

“can’t believe it. my baby doesn’t think i can fuckin’ lift her,” rafe tsks in mock disappointment. “guess i need to start showin’ you better, huh?” he grins mischievously down at you, leaning in and starting to press kisses from your face down your neck, and you know you’re in for a long afternoon.

© cowboycherry 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize my content. all work is my own, and until further notice, will be proofread by only myself.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

how do you fall in love with yourself

unlearn the idea that confidence is conceit. i see this belief imposed on women especially, that if they’re very unapologetic about loving themselves it automatically means they’re narcissistic / think they’re better than everybody else. that’s not true at all. you can love yourself while also acknowledging you’re not inherently better than anyone else. you can love yourself while also being kind & supportive to others. it’s okay to be both of these things at once.

let go of the scarcity mindset. women (everyone really, but especially women) get pitted/compared against each other all the time. you see it w female celebrities in the media, but it’s very prevalent in real life as well. this is very much years of societal conditioning & both women & men partake in this behavior. ignore it. rest easy knowing that there can be multiple beautiful women, multiple smart women, multiple funny women in any environment at any given time. there is enough clout to go around; you don’t need to feel like if there’s another pretty/smart girl it means you no longer have the space to also be a pretty/smart girl. instead operate from an abundance mindset: always (alwaysss) be happy for other girls when they succeed, when they’re praised, when they’re loved, whatever. see them not as competition but as inspiration. envy is such a colossal waste of time bc nobody else’s accomplishments have any bearing on your own!!

get to know yourself more. i love the analogy of dating yourself bc it’s true. i went through a rough period of being around my ex 24/7 to the point i didn’t even know myself, and then i spent the post-breakup year hanging around everyone else constantly to numb my thoughts. now i’m spending more time alone than ever & i’m getting to know myself so much. learning about my taste in fashion, music, everything. and i’ve had so much more time to invest in hobbies & skills, which is very instrumental to building healthy self-esteem. ofc there’s a more balanced way to do this, but make sure you’re not running away from yourself!

what do you like outside of everybody’s opinion? don’t interpret this the wrong way—it’s completely fine to be inspired. every single person you know has copied someone else to an extent. but if you find yourself going too far, not trusting yourself to make the simplest decisions, just following trends blindly and nothing else, you’ve left the inspiration territory and started crossing into plagiarism. move from a place of self-direction and really think about what is naturally appealing to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s not popular or nobody else likes it. if you like it & if it makes you happy, that’s all you need.

practice self-love! i had to do this lol but it works wonders. i started intentionally telling myself that i trust my own taste, that i trust my own choices, that if i think something’s cool it’s good enough, talking to myself kindly etc etc. eventually all this stuff will become natural to you & you won’t find yourself having to expend so much energy into simply loving you for you. don’t give up even if it’s hard to believe at times.

don’t give a fuck. seriously. just don’t give a single flying fuck what someone else has to say. there will always be That One Person who tries to tear you down, belittles you, gaslights you etc etc and if you know in your heart you’re not doing anything wrong, just ignore and keep it pushing. you can’t be everyone’s favorite person (nor should you want to be). think of your favorite celebrity. anyone ever. they probably all got subjected to hate. now think of how they’re successful still & how it didn’t take anything away from them. there you go <3

if literally everyone on this planet starts hating you, loving yourself is still the antidote. to clarify, how others perceive us does hold weight. but if legit every single person i know started hating me, and i still loved myself, i’d probably still live a full life bc my perception is all that really matters in the end. i don’t need anyone else to be my #1 fan—i can do that myself just fine. it technically is actually your world & everyone else is just living in it. so enjoy that! stop giving a hard time to the one person who will always be w you through thick and thin (yourself). eat good food & watch good shows & read good books & just have fun. i love u

[zumicho]

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004: softness vs. survival

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on the steps in front of the bakery, there’s a shared silence between you – he finishes the pastry you gave him. you enjoy his company.

it smells like dew and fresh bread.

“how much do you owe?”

“out of everything you could ask me, that’s what you choose?”

he licks jam off his thumb, and catches you getting distracted. “what else would I ask? for your number?” coy.

you look away. “I guess not.”

“why’d you leave without saying? I would’ve made you breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t have let you. plus I needed to get outside. my… ex, texted me. jeez. sorry. tmi.” you’re grimacing.

if he’s bothered, he doesn’t show it. “boyfriend?”

“of 3 years, yeah. douchebag ended it over text, told me not to spread the news because it would make him seem like a jerk.”

eye contact. whether or not it’s pity, you take the opportunity to admire. his eyelashes are long; if you squint enough you notice the speckles of green in his irises.

“ass”

“..what?” you snap out of it.

“he seems like an ass.”

you bite back a smile. “i… that’s one way to put it.”

“there’s no way I’m not paying you for that pastry, if you must know. if you keep giving freebies out, how are you gonna pay the debt you won’t disclose to me?” half-joking, you assume. why does he care so much about the money you lose?

“it’s a lot of money.” you think about telling him.

“didn’t ask that.”

“3 million yen.”

“…oh.”

“suna—“

“call me rin.”

“okay. rin,” you suck in a breath. “I’m perfectly fine with how I manage my finances now, thank you very much, and I sort of owe you.. for.. the other night.” you close your eyes, kicking yourself in your head. why’d you say it like that? made it sound like you did something else..

you’re about to apologize, but he laughs, “I was just trying to have a conversation with you, not become your accountant—“ you open your eyes.

he wanted to say

“you have the sun inside of you and it’s not just smiles. you have an internal being that shines so bright it’s taken my heart in one single night—a childlike spark I hope you’ll never lose. you’re a walking love letter that I will never open out of the fear that I’m falling for you harder than I’ve ever wanted to fall for anyone else. I hope you open that letter. learn to love yourself and heal from the things you don’t speak about. I hope you find someone who brings out the softness in you, not the survival. you deserve that and more.”

instead he said “—and no problem. you’re worth the trouble.”

but that was enough for you. enough for you to feel the same way about him. about each other, yet say nothing about it.

“I need your number if you wanna text. we’re heading back to tokyo today.” rin adds.

“okay. tell the miyas I’ll miss them.”

mentally, he replaces their names with his.

“I will.”

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author’s note: my musicals phase is making a comeback bc tell me why this took me 2 hours instead of the 20 minutes it shouldve took? (hamilton soundtrack start to end, half of the heathers soundtrack, i watched a bit of newsies & watched a cover of eurydice’s parts in hadestown BC ITS MY DREAM ROLE IM SUCH A THEATRE KID GOODBYE — or gretchen from mg)

ness ur truly my motivation to keep writing this smau even tho im slowly running out of inspo for the social media part of the smau 😭 send thoughts & prayers writers block is kicking me in the butt

i feel iffy about this one 😓😓

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[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @/wintaerbaer (edited 2024: crossed out but not removed bc even tho she plagiarized obs afterward, she did beta this for me so i guess i still gotta give her that lmfao), and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind

series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself

New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again. 

His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.

Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties. 

You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.

“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”

“Want you…”

“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.

“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.

“I want you.”

Truth.

You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.

“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”

If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.

He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.

Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.

“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”

“You were drinking.”

“I’m not drunk. I promise.”

Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.

He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.

You haven’t seen him like this in so long.

Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.

He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.

Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.

Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.

“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time. 

“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.

Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.

His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.

“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”

You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”

Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.

He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins. 

“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”

You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come. 

His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily, 

Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.

This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.

No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.

Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.

He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.

The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.

He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.

Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.

But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.

“Are you clean?” you ask.

It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.

“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”

He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I promise.”

Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.

“How long has it been?”

Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes. 

“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.

For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.

Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”

“Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.

He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.

His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit. 

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.

“You can move,” you say after a while.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”

He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.

You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.

No, this is something else entirely.

I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.

“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.

“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”

“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.

You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.

He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.

How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.

“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.

“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.

“Harder,” you tell him shakily. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”

Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.

You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”

The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”

“Mean it.”

“I do mean it. I love you.”

Truth.

For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.

Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.

“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.

You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.

You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.

“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.

“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”

Jungkook groans at your answer. 

He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline. 

He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so. 

Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.

You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all. 

When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.

He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.

The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.

Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.

When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.

It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.

Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”

You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.

“Anything.”

You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.

“Tell me you can’t live without me.”

He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”

Truth. You know it’s the truth.

Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”

The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.

But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.

He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it. 

He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.

It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.

The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.

You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.

“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”

“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.

“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”

Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.

He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.

Are you gone forever?

Come back quietly.

“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.

The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.

“What?”

“How old are you?” you repeat.

It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”

"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."

His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.

No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.

“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”

Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.

He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time. 

You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.

There’s more to it, and you need to know.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.

You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.

A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.

What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.

Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.

He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.

He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.

Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.

When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.

Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?

Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.

It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.

It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.

She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.

“If you love her, you would let her go.”

Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.

He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.

She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.

Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.

The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.

Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.

He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do? 

She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.

That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.

He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.

July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”

“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.

You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.

“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.

Again with the apologies.

Fuck this.

It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.

You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.

He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?

“Y/N, wait-”

“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”

He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”

You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.

“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”

“What?”

“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”

Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.

It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.

“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.” 

He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.

He might bruise in the morning.

You hope he bruises in the morning.

The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.

You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.

But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.

Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.

This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.

The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.

You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?

“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”

You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.

You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.

“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...

In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.

“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”

up next...

our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted september 30, 2023]

[zuyoo]

the flowers, one-shot. ﹙ gn!reader ﹚

content warning — profanity, unhealthy relationship, alcohol consumption. characters are in college

zuyoo’s notes — i have surprise at the end mwa. enjoy reading! not proofread bc lazy. reblogs appreciate :<

frequent arguments with your long-time boyfriend is very common. given his attitude, and how long you’ve known him—you grew used to it. but there’d be specific days where he’d completely isolated himself up and locked you—his girlfriend—out completely. you understand that sometimes, self-isolation is okay. it’s understandable and normal. but this has happened way too many times now, “more than both your fingers and toes could count” too many times… and you grew tired of it.

you’re the girlfriend, his rock, his ride or die, but why can’t he make an exception for you? why does he make you feel like you’re no more than what the rest are? simply, why? you two made a promise to each other that you’d be there for each other, that you’d be each other’s safety pins. but why does the same thing happen over and over again?

whenever he’s in that phase again… ghosting everyone, including you. going on a “healing” vacation by himself, without your knowledge on where he’s headed. and before you could even begin to question him—he’s gone from his apartment.

all you could do was complain to your friends and ask them for advice on how to fix your relationship. which most of them answered with…

honestly, they have a point. but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“the way you love is actually just self-harm at this point, y/n”

“it’s all worth it though. he’s been with me since god knows when.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night. just… take care of yourself sometimes.”

he disassociates himself from everyone — he comes back — he argues with you — and he leaves again. an endless cycle.

you’re honestly starting to think that you’re the reason why he’s running away. thank god you have your friends (xiao, mostly. since he has the least to say.) to ground you.

though sometimes, you’ll see scaramouche in his living room, glancing at you to check what you’re doing. or even getting closer to your body when he thinks that you’ve already fallen asleep in the bed that you two share.

you know that he’s trying his best.

he just got back from his 3rd trip in the past month, and you have not spoken a word to him at all. you were mad and you wanted him to feel it.

later that day, he apologized. the scaramouche apologized..

“i’m sorry for not communicating. it was shitty of me, and i feel like a jerk for realizing it this late.”

mouth slightly agape, you didn’t know how to react. scaramouche’s eyes only looked at the ground after seeing your reaction. he had an idea of how upset you must’ve been and he felt like he deserved it if you just ended things with him on the spot—telling him that it’s too late for apologies.

but he flinched when he felt your arms wrap around his standing figure. you two didn’t say a word, but it was like you two were communicating through the fast beating of your hearts.

thank you for the flowers, btw. ﹙ short cont. ﹚

© zuyoo — do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work without my permission. i only upload my work in tumblr.

[gojoest]

i do not like the tone in this message so i respectfully blocked you, but there is something i’d like to address since you’re obviously accusing me of something (?)

i did not put hours of effort into my theme, it’s the most basic layout out there but yeah in a way i still recognize it as mine, it’s my choice of aesthetic and i’ve had this layout for ages. so yeah it’s kind of my brand — in my eyes at least. and likewise, i am not putting any effort into having a certain vibe on this god forsaken app — i am just being myself and talking about my interests

if someone decides to copy my theme and vibes around here (as ridiculous as this sounds), there’s nothing i can do about it. does it bother me? yes, to an extent it does, and i can bitch about it here and there but i can also turn a blind eye to it since i didn’t put my blood and sweat into that aesthetic or having a certain image on tumblr dot com (💀) even if it’s irritating to watch, at the end of the day it’s not that serious

but if that “copying” turns into plagiarism of my writing and ideas — then i am not going to let it slide (this does not include ppl talking about the same tropes). i would be really upset and address it properly bc i put a lot of effort and hours into them. i hope this answers your question and helps you make sense of the situation

obviously i am not okay with ppl copying me in general — this includes my writing, imitating me one way or another or copying my layouts and themes. i don’t think anyone would be okay with that to begin with. but there are things you bring up and shed light on and things you don’t for the sake of being the bigger person and keeping this place peaceful and drama free

[book-place]

Dress Shopping Expeditions

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x daughter reader, Steven Grant x reader platonic, Khonshu x reader platonic

Request: Hello! Could you do a fic for the Mk boys? I request another Mk boys x daughter bc I am such a simp after bingeing all your Mk x daughter or teen fics. Okay, so I know formal isn't really common in the Uk but I know some people do Proms, so could you do a fic where the Mk boys takes her dress shopping? And Khonshu is just judging all the dresses. Thought It would be a cute and funny fic

Request by: @mochystark

*not my gif*

Summary: It’s time for prom, so naturally you have to go dress shopping. Your father is less than pleased

A/N: I haven’t really written in a while- so please excuse the shitty writing

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Come on!” You cheered, literally dragging the man behind you by the arm into the closest shop.

Marc tried- and failed- to dig his heels into the ground. “But I don’t want to,” He whined childishly.

“Well that’s too bad,” You looked over your shoulder at him with a grin, “Because Steven volunteered you to do it.”

The man was in fact still being pulled along behind you, but this time he was muttering obscenities to his alter.

If there was one thing in this world your father hated, it was shopping. But dress shopping, oh that was worse. So much worse.

The store was filled to the brim with gowns of all shapes and sizes. Colors ranging from the brightest oranges, to the darkest greens. You were completely in awe at everything you saw, spinning in a circle as your eyes tried to drink it all in.

Marc came to a stop, crossing his arms as he looked around nervously, “I don’t like this.” He muttered.

“Aww,” You teased, “Does dress shopping make you uncomfortable, dad?”

He let out a huff of air and turned his head to face the other way so you wouldn’t see the way his cheeks tinged the pink of a nearby Barbie-like dress, “Shut up.”

You just laughed, skipping off in a different direction to look at some colorful material, leaving Marc to rock back and forth on his heels where you had left him.

“Marc,” Steven chastised in his ear, “I volunteered you for this so that you could spend some time with Y/n.”

Marc shifted on his feet again, “I don’t know anything about this stuff, Steven!” He complained, not caring about any of the surrounding people who threw weird looks his way for talking to seemingly himself.

“It’s her prom,” The british man’s voice softened, “And you’re her father. She deserves to have you here with her.”

Your father deflated a bit at that before he sighed, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

After only a second's hesitation, he set off into your direction, you in turn looking up and grinning brightly when you saw him approach.

“Dad, good, do you mind holding this?” You barely waited for him to nod before shoving at least five dresses into his hold.

“Yep,” He grunted a bit, “I got it.”

He followed you around like a lost puppy for the next forty five minutes as you tossed into his arms the different dresses you wanted to try on, and he didn’t complain once. In fact, he even seemed to be slightly happy.

Eventually, you trailed into the dressing room and one by one tried on the dresses, him waiting outside and you walking out each time to ask for his opinion.

“No.” Khonshu said the second you opened the door and stepped from your dressing room for the twenty-seventh dress you were trying on.

The God evidently had nothing better to do and decided to drop by to help.

“No?” You quipped back, anger rising in your voice.

“I don’t like it.” He said simply.

“Oh? You don’t like it?” You seethed, eyes narrowing at his quick judgment of your dress.

“Now, now,” Steven said nervously, looking back and forth between you two, “Let’s not fight.”

“No, let’s.” Marc fronted with a grunt and muttered, “Maybe the store will kick us out then.”

“No, I don’t.” Khonshu continued as if the other two hadn’t even spoken.

Marc sighed at the look Steven was giving him in a nearby mirror- one that told him to intervene before things got messy- and he stepped in between both of you.

“Sweetie,” He spoke, gently laying his hands on your shoulders, “You look beautiful.” He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled up at him before grinning at Khonshu, “See? I look beautiful in this dress.”

Your father nodded, “And if you want to get this dress- then we’ll get this one.”

You shook your head and turned back into your dressing room, “Nah, I don’t really like it that much anyway.”

Steven burst into a fit of giggles as Marc’s face dropped and even Khonshu let out a small snigger.

Despite that though, the three of them stayed, waiting until you found the perfect dress. Not once complaining, but a couple more small fights did break out between you and the God of the moon.

Like a Bee 🐝- @ip747 @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @jvdethirlwall @wolfmoonmusic

[acynicalsweetheart]

hii not sure if i will get hate from my own mutuals... but i honestly don't care at this point.

If taking inspo from writers I follow/mutuals I interact with is plagiarism then I guess I am a big fat copy cat too 😭 like shit. Sometimes things just... REALLYY get in ur brain. I'm not about to credit somebody for the way they explained something. Esp when that style and formatting is everywhere ???? 🤔 Wym i gotta credit somebody for the way I'm breathing now 🥲🥲 huh!

Like I get so fascinated with the way people word things or how they punctuate... so, I like copy them too. It's human nature, you imitate ppl you surround yourself w/!!!

That's why I don't read any fics anymore. Maybe it's because I frankly don't give a shit if people copy my work word for word, because I know damn well I pieced it together from stuff I've personally read/ didn't write or figure out how the fuck to phrase it. I'm not original!!(at least I don't feel like I am.....)

And yes, I do understand plagiarism is a real big thing. It can make the writer feel like shit, make them paranoid - I guess ? - and it's just not cool to do. that doesn't mean u get to bully somebody ? Or allow hate on that person just cus they wrote something similar to u??

Am I making sense..? This makes total sense in my head. I get it, if they are making money off of this and their ideas are totally new, then yeaa.. maybe don't copy and paste it almost word for word.

Tldr I feel like nobody is new and everything is basically reusing other people's works but adding a twist or a spin of ur own. Some people act so entitled over a few words 😭 like damn im unemployed + chronically online and i feel bad for those ppl, not everything is gonna go ur way in life. Just chillax lol🙂‍↕️🙏🏻

hii yah a lot of things were inspo but some of the things i did was plagiarism even if i didn’t mean to. like idk when i look up the word copying in the dictionary they say it’s an exact duplicate of the original piece in question which it wasn’t, it was a rewrite which is why i didn’t say the word copy? and tbh i don’t get how that could cause such a mayhem LOL but here we are. and yeah i read a lot of works that are similar in writing to hers bc i prefer like literature stuff and good writing over just plain smut. they’re pretty hard to find but they definitely out there.. and for example the idea of having a cotton frontal lobe and that, i didn’t realise how it could be seen as plagiarism because i thought it was fitting because of the bunny hybrid aspect? ok again tired not making sense

and YES! i do pierce things together from things that i’ve seen and read over the years but i do understand how that’s upsetting since that was people’s original work. which i apologised for.. and i do pick up words/phrases/ideas from everywhere too like it’s just hard for me to know when it’s okay and not okay to use that knowledge? which again is my bad 😭 and these were old too

but yah i am being called a bitch not bc of the rewriting thing but bc i wanted to make it clear i wasn’t targeting one person in particular? but someone else or a group of people! like everything I said was being used to assume things like. that i was saying somebody was organising a witch hunt when i never even used those words and i specifically said people as in plural… anyway it is making sense what you’re saying to me! and i agree ab the twist/spin thing and i also get if somebody wants credit for that. but i also think the whole thing went out of proportion like i said i dont think it’s life or death serious!

[stylinsoncity]

i feel shitty doing this and i hate to make a big deal of anything but this is a big deal. plagiarism is never okay or excusable and i think people who plagiarize should be exposed for doing so. especially bc it calls into question all the other works a person has posted, which might have been plagiarized too. especially bc it violates the trust fic writers have in each other.

this fic features sections of text that were pulled sometimes word-for-word from caya. the author often changes a word here or there and the context may be different but the text is essentially the same.

Below is from caya:

Louis evolves over the next half-hour. Same as earlier, when he stood before 500 students and faculty with finesse and exuberance and aplomb. Sometimes Harry gets hints at this person, but he’s not familiar at all with the man who charms his mother. She cradles her chin in her palm as she listens to Louis, rapt and curious. When he announces that he has to go, her disappointment, Harry knows, is genuine. She puts him on to a good massage therapist in Reading and imparts an invitation to Harry’s childhood home if he’s ever closeby.

“You were so quiet,” his mum notes, minutes later. She loops her arm with his as they head to a restaurant nearby. Louis recommended an Italian haunt that they had always wanted to try. “He seems lovely.”

“He is,” Harry says. He feels her gaze on him.

She gives his arm a squeeze and a pat. “You’re never subtle, darling. Heart on your sleeve as always.”

And from the plagiarized fic:

Over the next hour, Louis evolves. He enraptures his and his mother’s attention the same way he enraptures it from his students in the lecture hall, with finesse, expertise, and ease. His mother sits, her chin cradled in her palm, immersed and fascinated. Harry is happy to sit back and let Louis do the talking, watching the effortless manner with which he charms his mother. Times like these make Louis seem like such a separate entity entirely—so accomplished, so elegant and sagacious. Once again, it’s difficult to align this Louis with the playful, boyish, witty, benevolent professor he knows better and better every day. They’re the same person, and yet they seem like such a contradiction to one another... When Louis checks his wristwatch and announces he must leave, both her and Harry’s disappointment is genuine and palpable. Anne wishes Louis a goodnight and swears how nice it was to finally meet him before he slips away.

As they exit the restaurant minutes later, Anne hooks her arm through Harry’s for warmth, walking in step with her son. “You didn’t say much tonight,” she notes...

“He seems very lovely,” Anne adds. “I’m glad he’s your professor. I can see why you admire him so much.”

Harry gulps, slowing as they arrive at his mother’s car. “He is,” he says. “And I do.” He feels the immense weight of his mother’s gaze on him and burns under it...

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighs, squeezing his shoulder soothingly. “You always have liked to wear your heart on your sleeve.”

there are similar blatant instances in almost every chapter. i’m doing what I can to resolve this but i just think it’s important to share with you all as well.

[seongclb]

plagiarism notice!

guys wtf i didn’t think this would ever happen but someone reached out to me today and told me that someone on tiktok (@woonlcr) had copied one of my reactions (this one)

please read & reblog along with reporting their account bc their comments are off so i have no way of getting the vid down :( and if the person is seeinf this rn i really hope you take it down yourself because copying works, esp without permission is not okay. it took time to do that and you simply can’t just .. copy it for your own personal gain. thank you so much to the person who reached out to me, you probably prevented a lot of stolen works in the future <3

please check out their account jusr in case your work has been stolen too, i’m pretty sure i recognised some text imagines but was unsure of who it belonged to!

part of me feels as though it’s my fault since i never stated directly not to copy my works until like last week but still??? it’s common decency to know that you shouldn’t do that to another content creator. please take it down if you’re seeing this.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hi my lil stinky!

also just realized i don’t know what to call you lol

but i’ve come to you asking for writing advice! for moi wants to start writing again, i’ve honestly spent today looking for writing tips and tricks and thought maybe i’d come to you! (totally because i love how you write for succession)

it literally started bc i wanted some head cannons about reader who is Oliver Queens ward hanging around the batkids

and just being absolutely the worst bunch of kids to be around

but yes that’s all, any ideas to help me?😋

hello senior stinky!!!

you can call me whatever LDLWORK my name is layla but I’ll respond to whatever people call me in my ask box

I’d love to help!! It’s so flattering you chose me I’m honored actually like omg

okay so firstly, you need to get in your head that there is no right or wrong way to write- there’s so specific recipe. that’s what makes stories so much fun- every writer has their own style, and you get to find yours!! just start writing. the fancy prose or like super deep stuff will come with time :)

some basics, though:

-make sure to read whatever you’re writing out loud to make sure it’s properly structured. if it sounds dumb when you’re saying it, it definitely reads dumb

-please for the love of god break apart paragraphs

-if you think it’d help you specifically, write down a skeleton draft (basic plot points) for whatever it is you’re writing

-headcanons are fun though for that reason; you don’t need to have a plot!! do whatever the fuck you want

-not enough people punctuate dialogue correctly oh my god it drives me bananas

so basically, a speech tag is however you indicate your character says something, like “he said” “she yelled”. If you decide to use a speech tag, at the end of your dialogue, you put a comma. Ex. “Yada yada blah blah,” she told him. If you’re not going to use a speech tag, just use a period and live your life. Literally some book authors don’t use this rule and it’s mind boggling. Rant over sorry!!!

-just have fun!!! writing always comes out good when you can tell it’s a product of passion

-just write whatever comes to mind!! your brain knows what it wants to write; just give yourself some time to find the words and you’ll have a story in no time

I literally spend hours just staring at the wall writing a singular sentance

-I like listening to music or watching YouTube or TV when i write. maybe it’d help you!

-take inspo from other authors! obviously don’t plagiarize that’s crazy but like if you like the way a certain person writes, try mimicking it, it certainly doesn’t hurt

I hope this helps!! I’m ur number one writing fan you’ll be awesome <3

[fayeraa]

RULES AND WHAT DO I WRITE/WHAT I DO NOT

BYF or request, make sure that… you respect all the rules below.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :

you’ll potentially get blocked if…

❥﹗ you’re up 20 or if you’re a blank acc. i say it again but i’m a minor and interacting directly (ie. dming or asking to be moots) with adults make me uncomfortable (and for the adults as well i think) still, interacting as following, rebloging, commenting or liking is totally fine and also fully appreciated.

❥﹗ if you support/write incest, step-cest or anything like that, proship, dub-con/non-con, rape, shotacon / lollicon… all that concerns dark-content and romanticize it. it’s weird and anormal. gtfo

❥﹗ if you’re a racist, islamophobe, “lgbt-phobe”, a zionist (worse if you’re proud of it) etc…I’m a pro-palestinian and if you’re against it gtfo. Anything that is hate have no place on my blog that i consider to be a safe place for everyone.

❥﹗ if you make fetishism over religions, races, origins etc…

❥﹗if you spam like (even tho i’m really grateful for you to swipe down on my blog o//o). it can get me shadowbanned. (reblog as much as you want it’s okay :3)

❥﹗ if you do anonymous hate in ask box (it includes ppl who force to ex: get a part 2), at least get yourself balls and assume what you’re sayin. i’m here to have a good time, not to lose it with fuckers.

summed up, i don’t want assholes. it can come out as mean but if you respect all those rules you can interact with me, i’ll be glad to ! thanks for reading <3

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 :

now, if you consider to request…

❥﹗ make sure to check my fandoms and chars m.list to know which chars am i writing for in which fandom (self explanatory ☠️)

❥﹗i exclusively write for gn and female readers. no male reader because i’m a woman and writing for a gender that’s not mine put me in a weird position because i won’t be able to write it (=shitty writing). even tho most of my works are female coded, if not written otherwise it’s gn. i’m okay with writing for different type of people as asian, arab, black, or with different hair textures etc.. but it will be tagged or written somewhere. i keep a lowercase intended at anytime.

❥﹗i also write for a canon universe (not sure about au’s but feel free to gimme ideas), a char x reader, fluff, suggestive and angst, drabbles and long stories, and prompts you give me, drinking alcohol (in a safe setting), can try getting high (?) also, to come back on specific readers, ex: if you want your reader to be a certain origin, give me some meals or cultural things that can help me write it more accurately.

❥﹗i won’t write smut, keep smeggsy requests away from me. no poly, yandere/toxic, ships, cheating, pedophilia (underage chars with an older reader or the opposite), huge age gaps (max 5+ and reader and the char has to be over 20), omegaverses. no trans reader bc same for male readers i’m not one and i don’t know how to write it but female reader x female char or gn x female/male char is fine. i also don’t do matchups!

ⓘi can add more to my list

ⓘ if you’re not sure about something i can/can’t write, feel free to ask!

thank you for reading it all! keep in mind that i still love interactions with me or my writing (it helps me keep going hoho), so don’t refrain from barging in my ask box 😈

to know : english is not my first language. Correct me if i make any mistake. it can also give me a hard time to write, hence i’m a slow writer. don’t. rush. me please 😞🙏🏼

⤿ m.list ★

property of © 𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐀.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 : copy, plagiarize, translate, modify any of my works is strictly prohibited.

[stayxlix]

I kept reading🧍‍♀️

I actually can’t do this anymore. "What makes you think I'm not just using you like the rest of them?” USE ME. NO SERIOUSLY. USE ME. BY ALL MEANS. FEEL WELCOME TO. LITERALLY GO AHEAD. NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU.

“He drew out the last word, voice coarse and low and thick with that damned accent, and suddenly you had never needed anything quite as badly as you needed to become something that Felix considered "his".” I PHYSICALLY CANNOT GO ON HELP. YES YES YES YES. THANK YOU. THIS SENTENCE IS JUST- YUP YUP YUP.

“No. You needed him to make you his, in every possible way.” I-

I need to stop typing bc very soon I will say something that I shouldn’t when I’m not on anon.

“If you couldn't keep yourself in control tonight then you would at least be the one to decide how you lost it.” SHE’S SUCH A BOSS I LOVE HER MORE THAN I’VE EVER LOVED ANY Y/N

“You’re obviously torn. Let me help you.” And before he had the chance to respond, it was you who moved to close the space between your lips. For the first time, it was you.”

NOBODY IS DOING IT LIKE HER SHE’S SO GJDMBVMDMVNVMDJD I LOVE HER BUDDY I FVCKING LOVE HER

“You grabbed his wrists, pulling them down and shifting your bodies so that you were now the one pinning him against the wall.” AS YOU SHOULD. AS. YOU. FVCKING. SHOULD. At this point I’m in this for her not even Felix pls.

“You broke the kiss to remind him of their impending arrival, but he only took your momentary distraction as an opportunity to take hold of your waist and push you back against the wall, reclaiming control.”

My knees are out of service rn. My brain too.

“Felix was well aware that they could be here at any second. He just didn’t care... “Say it again. My name princess.” He growled against your lips,” THIS WHOLE PART!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FIGHTING BACK SCREAMS. PLEASE PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE. THE WAY HE ASKED HER TO SAY HIS NAME THE WAY HE- BYEEEEEE. GOODBYE WHAT COMES AFTER THIS IS TOO MUCH HELP I NEED A BREAK BECAUSE MY *[retracted in order to maintain a tranquil ambience]*

I want to discuss every sentence in that part I'm almost commiting plagiar!$m with the amount of scenes I'm quoting in these asks💀

“Panting heavily, Felix pressed his sweaty forehead against your own. It had taken every single fiber in his being to keep from touching you again, when all he could think about was bending you over and fucking you right there against the wall until you cried pretty tears of pleasure from your pretty eyes.” DO IT!!! BE MY GUEST. PLEASEEEEEEE. I LITERALLY DON’T CARE ANYMPRE.

Ok wait let me come back down to earth we have a plot to go through with. Can my brain pls understand that. We have a WAR to deal with.

...aand we're back.🤭 i'm so glad you kept reading (and lived to tell the tale lmao) lets get right to it..

okay so.. this whole scene before the others arrive may have been (it most definitely was) the first scene i wrote before i even decided to make this story into an actual fic so i am LIVING for your the fact that you chose this specific scene to break down and make an entire separate ask for because it holds such a special place in my heart (as do you)

"I need to stop typing bc very soon I will say something that I shouldn’t when I’m not on anon."

you know where to find me..hop on over to my dms dont be shy

"SHE’S SUCH A BOSS I LOVE HER MORE THAN I’VE EVER LOVED ANY Y/N" "NOBODY IS DOING IT LIKE HER SHE’S SO GJDMBVMDMVNVMDJD I LOVE HER BUDDY I FVCKING LOVE HER" "At this point I’m in this for her not even Felix pls."

AGAIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME. since this is my first time writing anything like this literally ever i had no idea how scary it is to create an original main character but it is actually TERRIFYing to put yourself out there like that (infinite respect to all of the content creators on this website) and the fact that you have said this more than once i need a minute-😭💕💕

"THIS WHOLE PART!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FIGHTING BACK SCREAMS. PLEASE PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE. THE WAY HE ASKED HER TO SAY HIS NAME THE WAY HE- BYEEEEEE. GOODBYE WHAT COMES AFTER THIS IS TOO MUCH HELP I NEED A BREAK BECAUSE MY *[retracted in order to maintain a tranquil ambience]*"

LET IT ALL OUT BESTIE. I AM HERE FOR IT ALL. FORGET TRANQUILITY BC OUR MAIN CHARACTERS CLEARLY HAVE AT THIS POINT-

"Ok wait let me come back down to earth we have a plot to go through with. Can my brain pls understand that. We have a WAR to deal with."

a war that can wait one more night…🫢

[kaizensluvr]

hi, its alr if you dont write this, but i was wondering if you could write a chishiya x reader but reader is struggling with an ed? im currently recovering rn and i almost fell back in so i just need comfort rn.

chishiya x gn reader struggling with an ed

author note! i’m so proud of u for putting in the work to recover, i know how hard it is. ❤️ TW

shuntaro chishiya

- i think he’d be suspicious of your ed bc of signs he’d catch

- if you chose to tell him he would listen to you intently, if not he would just ask you questions and eventually just ask you

- as we know he’s not fond of physical touch, but in the moment he will hug you

- he’s a doctor, he knows the effects of ed to your body so he’s actually very concerned even though he tries to act like he has it together

- will cook healthy meals for you and cook whatever you want to try and encourage you

- will scribble over the calories on food packaging

- if you’re in the bathroom too long or lock yourself in your room he’s gonna keep knocking on the door and asking if you’re okay

- he knows you aren’t satisfied with your body so whenever he catches you looking at the mirror he will compliment you, but not on your body unless you say something negative about it

- he wishes you valued yourself for you instead of your body so he doesn’t really understand

- does small tasks for you to make your life easier

- will take you shopping to buy you clothes you are comfortable and confident in

- can tell when a breakdown is approaching and will pull you aside and spoil you, spend time with you, and talk to you

- sometimes you don’t even wanna talk about it, so he’ll just tell you about himself and his past

- completely encourages recovery, and will tell you the scientific permanent effects of this to you

- he really loves you, everything about you, he doesn’t care about how you look, he loves your body, and he will cuddle you to sleep <3

- in the mornings or late nights when he thinks you’re asleep he’ll whisper things he loves about you

ⓒ caution. don’t repost my work without my permission. plagiarism is prohibited. don’t translate my work without my permission. i will take measures of reporting you.

[kissesforsatoru]

Same baji anon here

I kinda wanna continue on with Baji thing…I was thinking of a hc where you reject Baji but for a rlly specific reason:

You reject Yandere Baji bc…suprised your in a relationship already but not like a normal relationship

Surprise again your stuck in a Yandere relationship with a different Yandere.

Soo hc where Yandere Baji figures out your reason for your rejection is due to bc ur already in trapped a relationship with another Yandere. May or may not be someone who’s also affiliated with a gang

pairing : baji x gn!reader

summary : when baji’s darling already has a yandere bf

⤷ warnings : aged up characters, general yandere themes, manipulation, unhealthy relationships,

notes : okay holy shit you have me intrigued?

OKAY, this can go one of two ways depending on who darling’s yan boyfriend is.

if it’s someone baji knows and is friends with, like chifuyu or kazutora, i think he’d be willing to share you with them. those are people he cares about and trusts with his life, so it’s only natural that he’d trust his beloved with them too. he’ll be a bit bummed about it of course, but at the end of the day, you have another person protecting you and loving you (baji absolutely believes that you deserve all the love in the world), so he can get used to it.

i’m absolutely sure there’d be quarrel’s between them if they end up sharing you, ones that only you are able to stop from getting out of hand. poor you has to deal with two overwhelmingly obsessive yanderes that are affiliated with gangs—like two normal yanderes is bad enough, but two yanderes from gangs??? hell, you’re in for some shit, that’s for sure. but that’s okay sweet thing, they’ll keep you nice and safe.

now, if this other yan is someone baji isn’t close with, he’d absolutely take this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor. he’d kiss up to you, give you so much sympathy and become your support system. he tells you that you’re safe with him and you can trust him to protect you, and you– goodness, you poor, naive thing, you believe him. he’s given you so much comfort, a safe space that isn’t torn to shreds by your controlling boyfriend that you’re so, so terrified of. little do you know that you’re being manipulated to walk away from one obsessive freak and into the arms of another.

after he successfully saves you from your yan boyfriend, baji will keep you close by his side, practically on a leash, and you can’t do a thing about it because he guilt trips you. he saved you from that monster you now call an ex, how can you deny spending time with him? he just wants to protect you, it hurt and worried him so much seeing you so helpless and miserable. you can’t blame him when he doesn’t want you to hang out with that one guy because he gives baji a bad vibe. and he’s right. he has a reason to be so protective over you, no matter how much it reminds you of your ex. and it turns out that guy was terrible too (baji set him up, but you don’t know that). you have no choice but to accept what baji does for you, as he puts it, because you’re indebted to him for getting you out of a bad situation.

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