Pouring Milk On Him And Throwing Him Against A Wall

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I’m gonna be very honest here - I have sort of lost my want to write. I’m not quitting by any means, but I just can’t find any inspiration to write in this moment.

I guess I’ve kinda been on hiatus? Anyways, I want to write more. That’s the main thing, I just don’t know what to write. I’ve started a Jungkook fic called Baby Girl that I think I want to make into a series, but I haven’t really had time to continue writing it. Not only that, I’ve been swamped with other stuff. I wanted to post it as a surprise, but I didn’t want anyone to think that I was just…done posting.

I still have a HUGE love for writing, especially for Jungkook and other people, but none of them are sparking inspiration for me at this point in time😭 I’ve fallen back into my love for Bridgerton, and want to write for maybe some of the characters (possibly only Anthony, Benedict and Colin) but I was second guessing myself on if anyone would like it.

I’m trying to continue Baby Girl and it WILL come out, I just don’t know when. Sorry for ranting, I just wanted to share! And let me know how you feel about the Bridgerton idea, I always love seeing your guys comments :)

Tattooed Hearts VII

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VIII *** God, she was meant to be a quick fuck and leave. Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? I need her…

It was stupid of me to get drunk, and even stupider that I went to her apartment. She didn’t want me there, but she looked so cute in her pjs, I couldn’t help staying. I wasn’t so drunk that I couldn’t move, how’d you think I got there? It was a good excuse, even if she didn’t know it, to get her to touch me again. Her touch was intoxicating, something my body craved, yearned for, but I fucked it up. Ever heard the saying ‘drunk words are sober thoughts?’ “M’missed you…you looked s-so good in that long thing you were wearing in the flower home…”; “Baby, I know what I’m saying…miss you…miss your pussy…miss your love…”; “So pretty…su..such a good girl…my baby…” Even if some thought are more vulgar than others, they’re still true. Showing up drunk probably proved her point of how reckless and selfish I am, but you don’t know how much I miss you. I couldn’t get you out of my head, your curves, your eyes, your laugh…I need you beside me.

Playing limp body was fun, I got to hold her leg, cuddle up to her and even kiss her a little. So I have to pretend to be drunk all the time? No, no, bad idea! You’re trying to prove to her that you need her and only her. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture of some kind, but it failed…miserably. What happened to me? Every time I see her now, talking with Eloise, laughing with V, something burns inside of me. It’s an emptiness that I can’t explain, eating me from the inside out. Using other women to try and fill the hole was a shitty idea, especially since she found me with one. I think I get somewhere with her, but then I fuck it up again. She kicked me out of her apartment, “Stop coming to me when you’re high.” That one sentence haunting my mind, making me lose sleep at night. I fucked it up so bad, I need to earn her trust again, I can’t breathe without her. She doesn’t know the things she does to me, making me spend hours in my office, fucking my hand imagining it was her. My blood boils every time I see her with V, she laughs at his jokes, he gave her juice. He gave her the juice I bought for her, waiting for her to come back! Of course I had to lie to the others, saying I mixed up the flavours, no way I was telling them about the girl I was pinning over that I was also waiting for to return. God, I was whipped…

You were hard to find. I had to dig through the fucking system at work to figure out how to contact you. I swear, I wasn’t trying to be a creep, I just knew you wouldn’t willingly give me your number! And I doubt Lindsay would give it to me either. You sounded so sweet over the phone…your voice was like honey, something I’d be willing to drown in if it came from you. Yeah, you hung up on me, but I got to talk to you for a little! I’d call that a win. Another win was when you took the bouquet…I knew you’d like them. You always told me how you loved secret stories behind things, even if I could T give them to you, I’m glad Eloise could. Building that bouquet was hard! I wanted to take all the flowers you liked, but that wasn’t allowed. If I had a dime for the amount of times Eloise slapped my hand and told me to express my emotions through the flowers instead of pick what was prettiest, I’d be a millionaire. All those flowers that were strategically placed to tell you a story were working. After work, I’d come in to ask Eloise if you’d stopped by, gladly listening to her as she told me about your sweet smile and laugh, the way your nose scrunched up when you found a new flower and wanted to know what it signified. All of this will be worth it in the long run. Seeing you at the bar alone, sipping your rum and coke made me smile. The drink you ordered the first time we met. Sitting down, I expected you to leave or to tell me to leave. But you didn’t. Sure, you put up a fight, telling me to spit out what I wanted, so you could be alone and drink in peace but I wasn’t expecting you to listen. “I want you,” it just slipped out. But it sent shockwaves through me when you spoke “If you want me…like genuinely want me, you have to beg for it.” I had never been one for begging, but if that’s what it takes to have you in my life, I will beg for hours and hours, days, weeks, months. I need you in my life.

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Do you like Billlie? I see you on my timeline a lot, and I've always assumed that you do (because of your name: Eunoia). If so, preach, they're one of my favourite ggs :)

honestly, I’ve not listened to them or heard of that song, but I’m definitely gonna listen to it now! I mostly listen to songs from the 1920s, newer stuff, and BTS :)

GUYYYSSSSS MY EXCITEMENT FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS CANT BE CONTAINED (especially for Bucky-)

You guys can also request stuff, I don’t mind :)

who has an idea for a jjk fic?

Eunoia is a beautiful name by the way wow🩶

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thank youuuu

Happy birthday Jeon Jungkook!!!

Hiii!! Love you fic Tattooed heart so much that i can't wait for the next part! So please me to the taglist <3

done :)

Hello all! I’m so sorry for not posting for Tattooed Hearts in a while, I’ve had an accident with a close friends family and was taking some time to be there for my friend who had a parent admitted to the hospital. Everything is okay now and I’m ready to get back on my feet!

so I had a big question for you all…

feel free to leave any extra other ideas or desires that you have for the fic! This won’t be my last one…😏