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I LOVE YOU MATCHYYYđđđđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
i sent an ask to ur other acc by accident so im doing it again here.
matchy itâs my birthday!!
itâs been so long since iâve talked to you so iâm just here to remind you ily, pursue your dreams if you havenât already, youâre doing amazing, drink plenty of water, do whatever makes YOU happy, dont focus toi much on what other people around you are telling you to do, stay safe đ«¶
BIRRRRDYYYYYYYYYYY!
DJSNKFSKDJGDS happy birthday my absolute LOVE! I hope you have had time today to do something that makes you happy, whether that means spending time with a loved one, having a quiet moment to yourself, eating something delicious, listening to a song that makes you smileâwhatever happiness is for you, beloved! đ
You have brightened my life with your kind words and willingness to just hang out with me on here, and I want only the best day for you!!!! THANK YOU for your well wishes on YOUR special day, and know that I am celebrating you in my little corner of the world!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRDY!!!!!
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IMMA NEED THIS AS A YOONGI FIC ASAPPPPPPPP
Lily Luck | MYG | Soulmates
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âYou get five chances to meet your soulmate. Five opportunities to look them in the eyes and be overwhelmed with the feeling of love. To find a little red line around your pinky finger. Yet, the feeling dwindles with each missed opportunity. Each missed opportunity comes with a scar where that red line should be. Itâs a game of fate and luck, and the latter doesnât seem to be on your side.â
âșâș AU: Soulmates âșâș Genre: Angst / Fluff ⊠I think? âșâș Rating: R (implicit sexual content) âșâș Pairing: MYG x Reader, MxM pairings âșâș Word Count: 10.7k âșâș Warnings Include: Swearing, alcohol use, romantic angst and anxiety, very slight implicit sexual content, a very drunk Jungkook, soulmate scars. This is not a nsfw 18+ fic! A/N: Hi there again, @spicykoreantatertots. Here it finally is! I hope that you enjoy what I did with the entire story. Thanks for talking to me a bit after I posted the teaser. Itâs what sparked my idea for the last scene ;) thereâs some stuff hidden there for you. Please enjoy! Happy late Valentineâs day. â Lily, aka Gwaen.Â
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Soulmates of the first mark are the most devoted. Their love is pure and all-consuming.
Youâre late. Itâs your first class of the semester and youâre terribly late. The worst part is that you got up at six in the morning to make it and youâre still late. As one of the only fifteen people to make it into this class you consider yourself lucky. But if youâre late you will also be promptly replaced by someone on the waiting list.
So youâre running, darting across campus because your train had been stuck at a red sign and made you just those five minutes late which could cost you your spot in this class. Out of breath, you swerve a corner, nearly tumbling over as the sole of your boot gets caught on the pavement. You shouldnât have worn platforms.
Youâre gonna make it. No matter what. Continuing your sprint towards the building at the south end of campus, you check the time on your phone. Four minutes left. You can dâ
Colliding straight into someoneâs chest, you topple forward. Your bag skirts over the stones and you curse out loud. The guy does the same, having landed straight on his backside with you sprawled over his lap.
You donât have time for this. All you see before you scramble up is a messy mop of blonde hair and a very exotic â not messed up â bouquet of lilies.
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A Universe To You
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; Soulmate!Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut
; Warnings: Mentions of an accident and injury resulting from it, discussions of poverty, minor breakdown, oral sex (receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex
; Word Count: 41k
; Synopsis: Life for you has always been dull and grey; not only because you grew up on the most over-populated and polluted planet in the galaxy but because youâre colourblind. Youâre convinced itâs because you have a soulmate out there, but soulmates are a forgotten concept now that humanity has spread across the stars. What happens then, when you finally escape Earth and discover colour with the touch of a man on a planet in which soulmates are just a tale of myth?
; A/N: Hi, yes. Iâm sorry this is so long lol I half proof-read it butâŠitâs just so long and Iâm so done with it haha. Sorry if itâs bad ;-; please reblog it (if youâre on desktop, itâll kill your phone) and please leave me comments, asks or reviews! Iâm convinced this isnât actually all that great, my first soulmate attempt :/
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The familiar roar of a star engine rattles through the ramshackle apartment youâd grown up in, the noise outrageously loud and yet no one in the cramped space pays any notice. Itâs the price of living next to the Busan Spaceport unfortunately. The rent is astonishingly cheap, relative to how much anything costs in the 32nd century, but thatâs only because it came with the downside of pollution.
All kinds of pollution. Noise pollution from the roars of starships and starfreighters as they fired up their engines, their fusion cores pushing them high into the sky and past the atmosphere limit where they would then jump into hyperspace, heading for whatever planet was next on their list.
Light pollution, from the blinding neon of the signage that littered the area surrounding the dirty port. Signs that screamed everything under the sun was for sale here in Busan, which it was. From entertainment screens to the latest in clothing to prostitutes and cosmetic surgery, everything was for sale here on Earth.
Most of it was supposed to be regulated, and a large portion of it was supposed to be illegal. But Earth had stopped caring about laws a long time ago. Probably five centuries at least. A few billion people ago. Maybe back when you could actually see the sky without it being consumed with the constant smog of pollution from the factories that belched smoke and other contaminants into the air.
Ironically enough, the star engines that were in the various ships, liners, freighters and more were actually incredibly environmentally friendly. They made a lot of noise, but they were relatively clean compared to what Earth produced.Â
That was probably because other planetâs actually gave a fuck about their environments. Youâd heard that there were whole planets out there that had developed entirely clean technology. Neutral carbon, nothing toxic or deadly going into their atmospheres, nothing choking their plant life or killing off their living species.
It was hard for you to imagine really. Youâd grown up here in Busan, the second largest city in Old Korea. Centuries upon centuries ago, Busan had been a hub of freight for the old world and itâs old technologies. Actual ships that had travelled upon the oceans had arrived and departed from the now gone port.
That old method of transport had taken weeks to get anything anywhere, or so the e-bookâs said. You could believe it, even though youâd never even heard of anyone going on a boat or a marine ship. People didnât do that anymore. Not since the oceans had turned toxic from the pollution centuries ago.
Any fish or seafood that was for sale on Earth was either processed, by which it meant that it didnât contain any actual seafood and instead was just made up of various fake food that had been manufactured to taste vaguely like what it was intended to be, or was shipped in from off-planet.Â
Only the rich could afford to eat seafood anymore. Those who lived near inland lakes that hadnât been overfished in the years after the seas died could also afford to eat fish. It was a luxury now, more rare than diamonds had been in the 21st century.
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candles & flames (teaser) | jjk (m)
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Summary: He wasnât supposed to be yours. His foolery wasnât supposed to target you. This wasnât supposed to happen.
âł pairing:Jungkook x reader âł rating: 18+ âł genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut âł warnings: so! theyâre both royalty/high in society (gd shouldâve called this âroyalsâ), fuckboy jk, banter, bickering, hints of fake dating but not really, angst :D, the ending.., jk can be pretty mean, crying, guilt, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), dirty talk, angry foreplay, theyâre hiding <3 more when the full fic drops! âł wc: 1.3k for the teaser !! (around 15k for the full thing!) âł a/n: as i always say, yâall did this⊠so. thank you for that LMAO. iâve never written such a trope/genre, so this took quite a bit of brainpower â hope you end up liking it đ€Â âł posting next weekend!
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âThey seem to have quite an opinion about me.â
His pupils briefly move to where you assume his cousins must be standing, though you can see at least one of them dancing not far from you.
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