all the authors that just got pinged right now, this is to let you know that your work was translated onto wattpad (likely without any of your consent/knowledge).
what is going on omg does this happen in all fandoms or is it just us? like…
ps. a tiny part of me tries to believe all of these people are just re writing their own stuff but hiding away just proves it’s plagiarism
i joke a lot but im sorry for all those writers that don’t get the recognition they deserve and get the credit stolen for the wonderful ideas they came up with.
hi i’m still looking into her other works if there were cases of plagiarism too. please feel free to send me any thing that might seem suspicious and i will double check and verify
im glad someone found out that account was stealing other peoples work bc they weren’t even careful and left many original names in the fics… i remember i sent them a msg about it asking if they were re writing but never got an answer… it seemed suspicious to me so i started googling some other fics by them but eventually i didn’t care any longer… so yeah, please be a decent person and don’t steal stuff… a lot of authors do this for free and the only thing we get in return is the satisfaction of people liking the stuff we wrote…
“Is something going on?” you asked in a low whisper, noticing how the lights on the living room were dim and there were a bunch of candles lit on the dinner table.
Tzuyu chuckled and gripped the hold she had on your hand. A shy smile slowly creeped into her beautiful face and you felt at ease at the reaction.
As the door closed and the noise from the outside didn’t bother you anymore, you noticed a low melody playing in the background.
“Did you do this?” you asked in awe, moved that she had put so much effort in the detail she prepared.
“Well…” she trailed off, turning around to face you and sneaking her hands around your waist to pull you closer to her, “kind of…”
“These candles are going to set the mood just right,” Sana declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
But it only gained a frown from Jeongyeon, “you’re going to set the apartment on fire”.
With a pout on her lips, Sana retrieved the candles. “You’re a hater”.
“I think the candles will make it seem as if they were dining under the stars,” Mina replied with a glint of romance in her voice.
“See?!” Sana shrieked, accusing.
“I think it would look cute,” Tzuyu agreed, a rose tint growing on her cheeks and approving the way Sana was placing the candles.
At the center of the room, the younger girls worked together to set the table, arranging elegant dinnerware that was perfectly chosen by Jihyo the day before.
"This is definitely getting our Tzuyu laid," Chaeyoung whispered to Dahyun, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, gaining a nod of approval from the older girl.
“We need more candles over here,” Nayeon said, not moving an inch but signaling to an empty space.
Sana frowned, "But if we add more candles, it might be too much. We need to keep it subtle."
“Subtle?” Nayeon inquired, raising an eyebrow, “This is a romantic dinner, Mina. We need to go all out.”
Sana crossed her arms, "I still think it's too much. We should listen to Tzuyu”.
“I think the candles set are enough, unnie”.
With a big grin that got her an eye roll from the oldest girl, Sana nodded.
You chuckled. “Yeah, maybe they do owe us for not letting us have some alone time,” shaking your head, you reached for Tzuyu’s lips that received yours with a soft hum.
“Do you like it?” she asked, dreamy eyes now closed due to the way a simple kiss of yours could sweep her off her feet.
“I love it,” you replied before going for her lips once again.
Your tongue poked out to lick her bottom lip as a subtle ask for a little more. Tzuyu let you in and a faint moan left her lips when your tongues made contact.
Her body told her to keep going, to drag you to the room, yet the plan was set for something else.
“As much as I want to keep kissing your lips…” she confessed in a low whisper that made you blush.
Thankfully the lights were dim.
“...Momo unnie and Chaeyoungie made pasta for us, are you in the mood for pasta?” she asked, her lips still caressing yours.
“Wow,” you replied, still hazy from the kiss, but still trying your best to recognize their effort, “they even cooked dinner?”
Tzuyu nodded, chuckling, remembering how it all went down that afternoon.
“Chaeng, pass the salt,” Momo called out, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Sure thing, Chef," she replied, handing her the salt with a playful wink.
Momo chuckled, shaking her head. "I told you, you don't have to call me Chef. Just unnie is fine," she said, rolling her eyes with a slight chuckle on her lips.
Chaeyoung grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "But Chef Momo has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" she teased, nudging Momo gently with her elbow.
Tzuyu smiled at the playfulness of her friends, grateful for the fact they were willing to go all the way out to make her happy.
“Now just a touch of cayenne,” Momo said while platting the pasta and reaching for Chaeyoung to pass the requested species.
“Here you go, Chef,” she said one more time, playfully.
As Momo was about to serve the sauce, she decided to have a little taste in case it needed more salt but as soon as the sauce touched her tongue she felt… sweet.
“What’s wrong?” Tzuyu asked when she noticed a little frown on Momo’s face.
“It tastes…” she began, doubtful since she was very confident in her cooking skills, “a little sweet”.
The three girls looked at each other confused, since the past was supposed to be spicy, not sweet.
“Chaeng,” Momo said, carefully, getting a hint of what could have happened, “what did you pass when I asked for cayenne?”
Chaeyoung took a quick look at the small container she had in her hands a couple of minutes ago and her eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, unnie,” she said, her face filled with regret, “it’s cinnamon, not cayenne”.
Momo sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry, unnie, I should have focused more instead of playing around!”
Momo nodded and brought Chaeyoung into a hug, “it’s okay,” she said, resignation in her voice as she patted the younger girl’s back.
Taking a look at the clock, Momo disregarded the sauce and began from scratch. “Now focus, Chaeng,” she warned, “pass the cayenne…”
A big grin was plastered on your face that matched Tzuyu’s, her fingers were touching yours and the love on her eyes was evident.
At the moment, you didn’t know how the universe had given you the chance to be with someone as amazing as her. Someone who would give it all for you.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, noticing how you had gone silent after a couple of minutes of laughing.
“I love you,” you stated and the bold confession made Tzuyu blush.
Even if she had heard you say it many times, it always made her blush.
“And I’m so lucky to have you.”
Tzuyu didn’t wait a second longer to go for your lips and even if it took you by surprise, you returned the kiss with the same fervor.
Her tongue massaged yours and soft hums coming out of her made you feel dizzier than the champagne you just had sipped. Her hands circled your neck to pull you closer.
“Maybe dinner can wait,” you suggested when your lips separated for a couple of seconds. Her part lidded eyes were filled with desire that manifested as an eager nod.
As soon as you arrived in her room, Tzuyu wasted no time in dragging you to her bed. Her back hit her sheets and you hopped on her lap without breaking the kiss. Your lips lowered to her neck as a long sigh left her lips while your hand caressed her nipple over her shirt.
“Please,” she moaned, closing her eyes at the overwhelming feeling of finally having your hands on her.
You retrieved a second to take her shirt off and your breath hitch on your throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” you said, still in awe of how long you two had waited for this moment.
You left a kiss on her chest and made your way to her still clothed nipple slowly. She pushed up for you to finally unclasp her bra and after a slight nod from her, you took her now hardened nipple into your mouth, gaining a trembling moan from the girl under you, due to all the tension built from all the time she had waited for your touch.
Tzuyu’s hands wrapped your neck and brought you closer to her as you took the chance to pinch her other nipple with your free hand. After going back to her lips, you placed your knee between her legs and pressed against her to keep her wanting more. She moaned into your mouth and you rolled your hips against her.
“Y/N…” she begged in a shaky moan, “please…”
Her eyes were shut and you were sure there were no thoughts inside that pretty head, just lust and desire for you to make her feel good. She sneaked her hands inside of your shirt and as she scratched your skin with her nails, you decided it was time to let your own shirt and bra off.
Your lips went downwards once again, leaving wet kisses between her breasts and taking your painfully sweet time kissing her soft skin before playing with the hem of her jeans as you noticed her breath getting heavier.
“Do you want this?” you asked in a playful tone, your voice was deep due to the intense desire you had for her.
You wanted nothing else but her squirming and shaking under you and you were about to have it.
She nodded desperately, not being able to say coherent words.
As soon as you unbuttoned her jeans, you pulled the garment down and noticed the wet spot on your girlfriend’s underwear. The mere sight ignited a fire within yourself as an uncontrollable thirst washed over you and couldn’t help but drag your tongue over it.
Tzuyu’s hips thrusted against you and you could feel your own wetness making a mess in your pants.
“Y/N…” Tzuyu cried, grabbing your head to push you against her wet center.
“So hot,” you hummed, pushing the soaked garment to the side and finally getting a glimpse of heaven.
Tzuyu was soaking wet.
Her clit was swollen and you could see it pulsating due to the need.
You left a quick kiss over it, gaining a sharp moan from her as she kept pushing herself against you, trying to get more friction, trying so badly to chase the release that had been building for so long.
You dragged your tongue from her slit to her clit and when you got there, you took it into your mouth. Tzuyu’s hands were interlocked in your hair pulling you closer as you sucked on her clit while she let desperate moans leave her lips freely.
Tzuyu couldn’t take it anymore.
As you felt her twitching under your tongue, you finally took your middle finger and while taking a look at her, noticing how her eyes were still shut and her face retorting with pleasure, you put it in slowly. Tzuyu rolled her hips harder against you. Your lips were still wrapped on her clit as you added another finger and began thrusting against her.
“Y/N…” she moaned, “Fuck…”
You felt her squeezing your fingers and took the chance to speed up your movements, getting even louder moans from her until she finally couldn’t hold it any longer.
A high pitched moan was heard in the room as her heavy breath adorned the moment.
Tzuyu was beautiful. Her hair sprawled against the pillow, framing her face. You kissed her lips and felt she was trembling.
“That was so good, love,” she whispered, leaving several kisses on your face.
You smiled fondly, “I’m glad,” you replied, resting besides her. “I love making you feel good”.
Tzuyu smiled and let her hands wander around your body, positioning herself on the hem of your jeans, tugging at the button.
“Take these off and teach me how to make you feel good?”
The girls find out they are the reason why Tzuyu isn't getting some with you
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(italics are for flashbacks in this one!)
Part 1:
The laughter echoing the room surrounded nine girls who were excitedly telling stories that probably would have stayed in their minds if it weren’t for the alcohol in their veins.
“That’s when I knew she was the one,” Jihyo slurred, taking another sip of her beer can, “it was the way her tongue pressed against me that made me just…” she shuddered, gaining tipsy giggles from her friends who had their cheeks tinted pink.
“I guess I’ll have to try that with Miyeon,” Sana chipped in shyly, getting cheers from the other girls. “I mean, the sex is good but we can always improve it, right?”
Nayeon nodded firmly before turning her head to the youngest of them all.
“You haven’t said a word,” the older girl pointed out, her eyes squinting at their maknae’s evasive gaze.
“I bet Y/N is really good at it,” Chaeyoung nudged Tzuyu, trying to get her to tell all the nasty details of your love life, “she looks like the kind to be in control, don’t you love that Tzuyu?”
Tzuyu was shy. All the stories her unnies told a couple of minutes ago were hot, really hot. She didn’t know sex could be enjoyed in so many different ways. She wasn’t inexperienced, in fact, she had several ex lovers that taught them all she knew so far.
However, you were her first girl. It was all new for her.
Since the first time you saw each other, your fate was sealed. The instant connection between the two of you couldn’t be denied, everyone saw it so it wasn’t a surprise when she finally came out to her members and eventually they helped her to get to you.
You were kind, passionate, she loved the way you made her feel but…
“We haven’t done it yet”.
*
Tzuyu was embarrassed.
No, scratch that. Tzuyu was mortified.
Those words shouldn’t have left her mouth, shouldn’t even have left her mind. It was a split of a second that she lost control of her own actions due to the alcohol and the words simply slipped out.
Eight pairs of widened eyes directed at her, trying to process what their maknae said.
“But…” Chaeyoung carefully replied, “haven’t you gotten together almost four months ago?”
Tzuyu groaned and hid her face in her hands. “Five,” she whispered, feeling her face getting even redder than before.
No one said a word for several minutes, trying to avoid any more awkward moments for her. It was enough that she had told them you two have zero sex life in all those months of dating.
“Well,” Mina said, trying to avoid eye contact, “it’s okay if you wanna wait or if she wants to wait for the right moment, there’s no rush for such things. You can even decide it doesn’t have to happen and it would be totally fine”.
The other girls agreed immediately, nodding to Mina’s words and trying to encourage Tzuyu.
“But…” the youngest replied sadly, “I do want it to happen… I just…”
“You don’t know how?” Jihyo asked, carefully, trying not to cross any more boundaries.
“I guess I kind of know how,” Tzuyu replied, “I just don’t know if she wants it too”.
A chorus of understanding replies were heard and it relieved a little of Tzuyu's worries.
“Haven’t you talked about it?” Mina asked.
And Tzuyu tried to remember when was the last time you tried to talk it out.
“This movie is weird,” Tzuyu said, lifting her head from your chest and locking her gaze with yours. Her body was sprawled out on the living room couch she shared with her members.
“It is,” you agreed, caressing her waist with the hand that was firmly gripping her side. Your fingertips passed softly over the side of her boob.
Her breath hitched.
You felt her head find its place on the crook of your neck but this time her arms wrapped your waist as she pushed her hand under your shirt to caress your tummy.
“I’m going to find another movie,” you suggested while pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
With one hand, you took the remote and kept scrolling through several titles, trying to get an idea of whatever those movies could be about. With the other, you pulled Tzuyu against your body and your fingertips kept drawing patterns on her skin.
She couldn’t help but let the desire run through her body, wishing you could finally and properly play with her now hardened nipples.
Tzuyu didn’t understand why it was so difficult with you. In her previous relationships, the guys she dated couldn’t even wait to feel her up. In less than two dates, they were already under her shirt, trying to open also her jeans button.
“Wanna go to my room?” she simply asked.
Deep in her heart, she wished it would have come out as a sexy whisper, as a suggestive invitation to do whatever you wanted to do to her. Her mind was foggy with desire for you and the only thing she wanted at that moment was to have you between her legs.
Your gaze found hers trying to decipher what those beautiful eyes were trying to say.
And as soon as you were about to reply, the front door opened, revealing two loud girls with their shopping bags ready to show them what they had gotten from their last spree.
Tzuyu groaned.
“Sorry about that,” Jihyo said, remembering it was her and Nayeon a couple of months ago.
“So you were gonna do it before you got interrupted,” Chaeyoung reasoned, elbowing the youngest, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Were we?” Tzuyu asked, rhetorically. “I mean, I don’t know for sure if she wants it too, I’m just assuming she was going to say yes”.
“Come on,” Jeongyeon replied, “of course she wants it, you just have to see the signs!”
“But what are those signs?” Tzuyu asked again, “when I was with guys, I knew because I could physically see their… you know… but what am I supposed to see when I’m with her? How do I know she also wants it?” she grimaced, shoving her face into her hands once again.
“Haven’t you made out until you give each other that look?” Jihyo asked, trying to see if Tzuyu was missing anything.
“You look tired,” you said softly, noticing Tzuyu getting too comfortable on the floor of their practice room.
“I am,” she pouted, feeling your hands roaming her back, your fingers making pressure right behind her neck. She pushed her head to the side so you could keep going with the little massage you were providing her.
“You are tense,” you said, getting a slight nod from her. “I know what’s going to help you relax,” you proposed, not even giving her a second to react before pressing your lips against the skin of her neck.
A long sigh left her lips. You kissed the side of her neck up to her ear where you whispered sweet nothings as your arms wrapped around her waist.
She turned around and captured your lips with hers. You pressed your bodies together as she pushed you against the wall.
As soon as your back hit the glass, you took the chance to shove your tongue in her mouth, trying to bring her even closer. She let you have dominance and let a soft moan leave her lips.
Your hand made its way up to her chest, ghosting over her clothed boob, when she pushed her chest against you and you finally massaged her the way she was craving. You left a needy groan off your lips when you realized how hard her nipple was and lowered your kisses to her neck.
Tzuyu threw her head to the side to give you more access when your other hand made its way under her shirt. As soon as your fingertips touched her bare skin, your gazes found each other in silent permission. Tzuyu was filled with the desire of having your hands all over her body.
Her eyes were screaming yes, begging you to go ahead and make her feel good.
Until several footsteps were heard outside of the practice room as loud voices approached the door.
You two separated immediately.
“Oh my God!” Jeongyeon screamed, “Could you two stop getting on the way while Tzuyu is about to get some?!” she exasperatedly asked Jihyo and Nayeon, who were trying to suppress their laughs.
“How were we supposed to know?!” Jihyo replied, almost offended.
“It’s okay unnies,” Tzuyu said, almost defeatedly, “the time will come, but I guess it will take time”.
“You two clearly want each other,” Nayeon said, feeling a little guilty she was also getting in the middle even if it wasn’t her intention, “you just haven’t had the chance to go for it”.
Tzuyu shrugged.
“We’ll get you the right time and place, Tzu,” Jihyo offered, getting a hopeful look from her maknae. “Just say the word and we’ll arrange everything for you two and we promise not to interrupt anymore”.
The other girls nodded in agreement, expecting Tzuyu’s answer.
Tzuyu smiled shyly. It wasn’t their fault, yet they were once again going over their own extents to make her happy.
She felt grateful.
“I'd love that,” she simply replied, smiling excitedly.
When you first met her, you knew you wouldn’t meet anyone else like her.
It wasn’t only the way she treated everyone with a big smile and a spark in her eyes, it was also the calm and tranquility she would transmit to others.
Even in the worst, most stressful situations, she would try to see the perks. Always ready to give a hand, to add an idea, to look for a solution together, even if it wasn’t part of her responsibilities.
“Sana,” you called one day, knowing perfectly well she would turn her head with the brightest smile on her face. “Can you help me with something real quick?”
The office was hustling, a lot of work was assigned to your team and everyone was stressed with last minute reports.
Her big doe eyes looked at you, nodding before her chair rolled back and went to your side to see what was bothering you.
“I can’t seem to get this file to open,” you lied, having an excuse to have her by your side. “I’ve tried everything but nothing works”.
Sana nodded, “it’s really simple,” she began, her eyes becoming two crescent moons and her lips moving along the words she let out explaining to you the most basic task of your job. Gentle, caring, always there in case you needed her.
*
Her heart was as big as her dreams and you, more than anyone, knew them very well.
“And when that happens, I’m going to open my own bakery!” she grinned, lost in her own daydreaming, holding a fist up as if she was encouraging herself to go after what made her the happiest.
“It will be the best bakery in the country,” you added, making her head turn to you and ignore the blank of stars that were adorning the sky that night. “It’s going to be made by you and everything you do is the best!” you continued, mimicking the fist she had in the air, letting her know you trusted she could do anything.
A familiar brightness returned to her eyes as she soaked in your encouraging words.
You both laid on your car’s hood, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves in the cool breeze and the laughter and muffled music that came from the party you were in minutes ago.
“You’re the best,” she whispered, her head making its way to your shoulder. You tried to ignore the electricity going through your body having her this close for the first time.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the start of whatever the universe was gifting you through her, but you laid your head against her and a sense of contentment invaded you.
Grateful for having someone like her in your life.
*
Time gets you where you need to be, resilience makes your dream come true.
And even if you didn’t share the same job as you did before, you were amazed by how she would never give up and were proud of everything she was achieving by her own means.
“Sana…” you breathed out, astonished by the way the place looked on the inside. From outside it was beautiful, but walking into it made you feel as if you were in a palace. “this is…”
“Do you like it?” a bright eyed Sana asked, hopeful, eager to know what you thought about how her efforts turned out, willing to take any note you gave her as a chance to improve.
“It’s perfect,” you simply replied, matching the feeling in the air that surrounded you, a smile beginning to grow on your face. “I’m so proud of you”.
Sana threw her arms around you, holding you close in a grateful hug. Your arms found their way over her shoulders as your nose pressed against her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she pulled apart, noticing how her apron had dusted flour on your clothes, “I was just finishing something when you called and I couldn’t help but be here for the first time of you walking into this place,” as she continued, you noticed how tears formed in her eyes.
You gripped her hand, trying to show her support without interrupting her words.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, this time wiping her tears. “It’s a little overwhelming,” she confessed holding your other hand, making you both stand in front of each other, “you were the first person I ever talked to about my dream of a bakery,” she chuckled, overwhelmed by her own emotions, “and I’m glad you like it”.
You nodded and instinctively brought her to a tight hug.
“So…” Sana trailed off as you pulled away for a second time, “there’s a position for marketing available in the team,” she let you know, “and I would love that you come join us,” she proposed, “I know the pay won’t be as high as the office but we’ll get there eventually and with you here we’ll get there even faster,” she explained as her voice became softer, “besides, these months away from the office felt really weird for me. Not having you around felt wrong somehow and I really missed you”.
Your heart skipped a beat at those last words. She wanted you with her as much as you wanted to be there.
“I’m in, Sana,” you replied, getting a big smile from her, “always”.
*
Sana was everything you ever dared to dream about in a girl.
Her presence was soothing for whoever felt was having a bad day. Her eyes held a certain depth reflecting a universe of emotions and kindness.
Her laughter was infectious and uplifting, echoing in your head whenever you were down.
Sana became your muse, the inspiration for your life, the one who made you keep going and the one who gave you the strength to be standing there on the most important day of a person’s life.
She looked beautiful. Ethereal, you would dare to say.
Even after knowing her for several years, you still couldn’t believe how beautiful someone could be.
Her hair was pulled into a bun, strands framing her face like strokes of a masterpiece.
Her body was wrapped in an elegant white gown that flowed with every step, she moved with a captivating blend of confidence and serenity.
By the arm of her dad, Sana took the steps down the aisle, her eyes filled with love and hope of a bright future next to the one she loved the most.
Your heart churned at her smile. Bright and captivating as always, the same smile that made you fall for her the first time you ever saw her.
She walked towards the place you were standing in and when her dad let her go, you heard a faint whisper asking to take care of her daughter well.
When she got to the altar, her eyes portrayed a knowing tingle that made a shy smile appear on your face. She’s always had the power to calm you down even in the worst scenarios.
“We are gathered here today to witness a sacred union…” the words flowed through the mic and filled the entire place with the solemnity that moments like this bring.
Sana smiled brightly, her eyes now locked on yours, grateful for having this moment to share with you.
“...a union that reminds us one more time that love will always win, no matter what”.
The love of your life nodded and turned to the right, where her bride-to-be stood, looking at her with loving eyes.
“We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between Minatozaki Sana,” you keep going into the mic, even if your heart was breaking into a million pieces, knowing perfectly well it should have been you standing next to her, being madly in love with the girl who was getting married to someone else. Someone who could never love her as much as you did.
“and Park Jihyo…”
In your next life, you would never miss the chance to be the one.
