DNI if you’re fucking racist. DUH.
send me an ask (please).
“Begin Anywhere.”
requests are OPEN.
It’s so weird being in your 20s and having low libido and looking back at the horny things I wrote as a teenager on this app like, damn I was a freaky bitch!
jungkook x reader
angst, lovers to friends
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Jungkook rested with his hands folded over his thighs. He couldn’t bear to lift his head up to meet your eyes.
From his lips, a soft sigh escaped.
“Somebody else, huh? You found somebody else to fill the hole I left? I mean— what did I expect, right?” He lets out a chuckle, pathetically. “I’m always on tour, I’ve got my music, I’ve got my military service coming up…”
“It isn’t personal. Everyone moves on from the kind of thing we had. You knew it was just young love. Eventually, people grow up and move on.”
“Yeah? Well, I didn’t see it that way. I thought we would grow old together. I even told you that when we first slept together,” he said.
Then, a pronounced pause.
“I don’t know what to say, Kookie—“
“Don’t kookie me.” He lifts from his seat and approaches you. “You loved it, every single time we made love, you slept on my chest. I thought it meant something that you called me every time he fucked it up.”
“It did mean something. You were my everything.”
“Were? I was a…phase? What, an experiment? A fantasy.”
It was true that looking at him now, his eyes had lost the innocence they once had. When you were 18, the idea of getting to be a part of his life at all thrilled you. Now, it felt like you were living in the shell of who you were three years ago.
“When I thought no one could love me, you loved me. When I needed something to believe in, I believed in your dream of becoming an idol. When I needed you, you were right there for me, and for that, I’m grateful. Don’t mistake it, I did love you with all that I had,” you said, firmly.
Jungkook had trouble grasping at what point you had chosen to grow apart from him. He combed through every moment he had with you, searching his mind for a single time that you had said or done anything that indicated that you were pulling away.
“When did you stop?” Acceptance had set in, and he was trying to control the damage as best he could. Preserve his heart after you had shot it point blank.
“It doesn’t just happen. It took time and it was slow,” you explained, calmly. “Do you want to talk about it over coffee?”
Ceding, he grabbed his coat from the bench and slipped it on, shoving his hand into the pocket to find his keys. “Yeah.”
That afternoon, you and Jungkook walked into that café old lovers and walked out old friends.
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I wonder if I could write a short story about early onset Alzheimer’s. It would be called “sticky notes” and the premise would be written from the perspective of a mature painter whose wife is diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s and their journey through rekindling a once cold love.
It wouldn’t necessarily be relevant to my older writing but I think it could be fun.
hii, not sure if you can help. was trying to re-read spice -KNJ by @breakiebunny but I see they have deactivated :( you were tagged in the post so I was wondering if you know; if they have another account or platform? 💓 thank you 🥰
— AnonymousHey! No they don’t …. As for spice… I think the link to it is just broken on my blog. I reblogged it once and it was such a delicious piece of work…
Ugh. Tragic.
No I didn’t misinterpret, I just felt like sending it just because. It’s a fact, but there’s nothing wrong with it and it won’t make a difference with how we view you is what I meant(:
— AnonymousAhhh, okay. Sorry, anon. ❤️
We love you regardless❤️
— AnonymousI think my post was misinterpreted. It’s not something bad.
It’s just a fact.
This account is run by a fat person by the way.
Got my ID at the dmv a few days back and the photo looks great.
Had a panic attack getting it but at least it’s done.
Fuck, honestly.
Why do these things have to be so stressful?
Today my boyfriend said to me:
“It’s like the universe is looking back at me, when I see your eyes…”
I’m one of the luckiest people in the world. I have a shot at changing things for the better for everyone.
I’m in such a position where my contribution to the world has the potential to transform entire fields.
It’s all very exciting.
There are so many people who are less fortunate than me, BILLIONS of people who are less fortunate and in difficult positions. There are people who are in deep debt. There are people who work dead end jobs. There are people around the world with no rights, no freedom to pick up their entire lives and get out of their situations.
I’m already here. I was brought to this position by the centuries of privilege and opportunity that has favored my bloodline.
I don’t have to kill anyone to escape.
I don’t have to work against my will.
I don’t have to go to war.
I don’t have to scavenge my food or steal.
I don’t have to sleep out in the rain.
I don’t have to lose my family in hopes of finding a better life somewhere else. They can come with me.
There’s nothing I need to do in this very moment to ensure that I will have a prosperous future except study and go to work to pay for those studies.
Does it suck that I have to pay for it? Yes. Is it better than not having the chance at all to even go to college, like the women in Iran? Yes, it is.
I get to wake up every day in a warm bed, in a room with electricity and running water. I can then put on one of many outfits that I have and start a skin treatment that— is composed of more than just bar soap!
I put on perfumes and light makeup like ancient QUEENS did. I get to shower myself in STEAMING hot water and fancy body wash.
After that, I eat breakfast that consists of more than just bread and water. I put jam on my bread. I put butter on it, too. I can TOAST my bread using a machine that is built specifically for that purpose! Imagine that— a machine whose only purpose is to lightly toast either side of my slice of bread.
That metal, that plastic, those materials could have easily be made into something more ergonomic. Instead, it spends its lifetime a slave to my craving of toast.
I can go to the gym…
FOR RECREATION.
How many people wake up and cannot afford a yak to push the millstone to make grain and must push it themselves?
How many people lift up bags of rice and carry it for miles with their ankles soaked in water every day?
So many.
Not me, though.
I wake up and can choose to go to the gym that day or not.
… I can visit any place on this planet I want. I can see and explore any place I want. I can go any place I want. I can live any life I want. I am free to dream…
And help others achieve their dreams.
I am satisfied with what I have. It’s time for me to start giving it all back to the world.