My Throat Hurts, Trying To Explain To You The Wonder In Us.

My throat hurts, trying to explain to you the wonder in us. 

Haven’t you seen it? The bumblebees and their drunken bobbing, there’s magic on your fingers when you gently lift them to a flower. The stars in the sky that look so far away, yet if you reach as high as you can and stand on your tiptoes, steadying yourself on the laughing friend next to you, you and the stars are one and the same.

Haven’t you listened to the strangers humming songs as they pass? Haven’t those songs played through your head until you know them? There’s a piece of someone else’s wonder on your playlist, buried in the rest of the music that makes your heart beat differently.

Those distant laughs and snippets of conversation that make you jealous and proud all at once that those people have friends they can be themselves with. Those friends you can be yourself with.

Sitting on the carpet and petting a dog while the smell of your favorite food fills the air and you close your eyes because today is good.

The idea of running away to live in the woods, stealing away on a roadtrip to the coast, exploring a big city and falling in love with everyone you meet.

Poetry you hear when you go on a hike and  the itchy mosquito bites that you try not to focus on in the late nights while the fire crackles and the wind whistles through the trees. Sand kicking up into your eyes as you run across the desert, falling over sand dunes and tripping on air. Your reflection, warped and funny looking in a stream before you splash through it, stuffing bright rocks into your pockets and weaving fallen leaves into your hair.

Haven’t you ever heard a baby laugh or a cat purr? Haven’t you ever ran your hands along the fabrics at a clothes store, heading straight for the sales section?

I remember the first time I forgot how to breathe in a thunderstorm. The thunder was so loud it hurt my chest, and my mom squeezed my hand and the rain apologized with it’s gentle droplets, falling over my upturned face from my porch roof.

Now, every time the thunder clashes, my breath catches, and I smile.

Can’t you see how wonderful it is here?

There’s no greater meaning in life than to live. 

The incredible existence that is you with the world is all there is and will be infinitely more the longer you let yourself see.

You touch the universes when you dance with your friends, you transform realities every time you laugh until you cry. You build the foundations of love whenever you smile, you create peace by being loud and reckless. 

What part of the world holds no wonder? What part of you?

The molecules that wove our bodies on looms of stardust never thought of you as a mistake.

When you change your name or hair or any aspect of your appearance they are the first to accept it, even before you. How could they not? When you’re made of stars, when your bones evolved from small and fragile to strong and so uniquely you all on their own, how could you be anything but a masterpiece?

This is incoherent and a jumble because I just want you to know in every way that if you see that wonder around you, if you see that magic and that beauty and that unidentifiable grace, that you can’t deny it’s in you too.

You are the soft sunsets and the pastel skies. You are the stars at night and the meteor showers that people dedicate their entire lives to chasing. You are solar eclipses and impossible planets. You are green grass on a summer’s day and sprinklers under a tramp. You are McDonald’s runs at two am and sticking your hand out the window as you drive.

You are the loud voice announcing horses and cows as you pass them, you are the excitement when a child sees a dog.

You are every relationship and every hope. You are the boats lost at sea with the flickering radars, you are the planes that find them. You are the deep ocean and the blue and gold waves at dawn, you are the sun and the moon revolving and never meeting, you are the cluttered rooms and the messy art supplies. You are the hummingbirds and the butterflies, you are the pollen they treasure, you are the flowers they bloom.

You are laughter and you are love and you are everything you need to be.

Pick a flower as you walk home, whistle back at a bird, bring a family member a cup of coffee, get lost in someone’s eyes, stare at your reflection and try and be friends, take a breath.

Take another.

Now how can you tell me you’re not wonder itself, when you are all these wonderful things?

✅ - COMPLETE

✏️ - WORK IN PROGRESS

✯ - FUTURE PROJECT

✏️ LOVE BYTES | Activate Your SIM Card - Series CollegeProfessor!Namjoon - Best Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst - Spotify Playlist

(01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08/ 09- FINAL CHAPTER coming soon)

✅ TRICKS OF THE TRADE | SS Collab - Oneshot

BodySwap AU, Soulmate AU - Frenemies to Lovers / Angst / Fluff / Smut / Humor - Spotify Playlist

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✯ OVERLOADED | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Future Release TBD

Bartender!Yoongi - Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Hard Angst / Healing  - Spotify Playlist

✅ ROGUE GALAXY | MSN Bouquet Days - Oneshot

Sci-Fi AU, Alien!Hobi - Frenemies to Lovers / Action / Fluff / Filthy Smut / Humor - Spotify Playlist

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✯ CABLE SWITCH TANGO | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Future Release TBD

DanceInstructor!Hobi - Friends with Benefits to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst- Spotify Playlist

✅ SNOW, DON’T TELL | TSE Collab - Oneshot

Neighbors AU - Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor

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✅ FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE | BLM Collab - Oneshot with gukslut

College AU - Enemies to Lovers / Angst / Smut / Humor

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✅ REMOTE ACCESS | BLM Collab - Twoshot with fortunexkookie        Part 1: Hotline Bling  | Part 2: Pay Per View

Sex Worker AU/Roommates AU - Enemies to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor

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✯ PIXEL PERFECT | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Future Release TBD

Model!Jimin - Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst - Spotify Playlist

✏️ SWIPE RIGHT | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Next Chapter: TBD

CHAPTERS (01 / 02 / 03/ ?? ) PersonalTrainer!Jungkook - Enemies to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst - Spotify Playlist

________ Future Releases________

✯ WHISKED AWAY | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Future Release TBD

Chef!Seokjin - Frenemies to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst - Spotify Playlist

✯ CACHE ONLY | Activate Your SIM Card - Series Future Release TBD

Artist!Taehyung - Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst - Spotify Playlist

Hammer it Home (M) | KNJ

Shared as part of the Similarly Sequestered game with @kpopfanfictrash​, @underthejoon​, @stutterfly​, @fortunexkookie​, & me @gukslut​ :)

{Pairing} Kim Namjoon/ Reader {Park Jimin/ Reader briefly}

{Genre} fluff/ smut/ domestic au/ mild angst

{Rating} Explicit y’all.  

{Prompt} “The FBI doesn’t care about your porn preferences.” {roomates, intimate artistry, awful first meeting}

{Word Count} 22,735

{Warnings} A sad break-up at the beginning, pining, heartache, I don’t know what comes over me when I write Namjoon smut but once again it’s absolute filth, making out, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), size kink, joonie is hung, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a mess of clay in like… a sexual way, creampie, SOFT TAGS: watch for my beloved freak-quency couple, best friend hobi, happy endings:)

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I just wanted to say, how much I love Namjoon. I love his smile and his dimples and his face when he’s obviously being sarcastic. I love how he’s embarrased when it comes to taking a compliment, although he deserves them all. I love how his words are always healing and hopeful, and how they flow when he writes them down on a piece of paper. I love how he sits on the floor while the other six members are goofing around and he looks like a proud parent. I love how he rides his bicycle and enjoys nature that gives him inspiration. I love how he matured so much in these last few years and acknowledges his mistakes and wrongdoings. I love how he’s basically Jungkook’s first mancrush and his idol. I love how he always holds the other members up and talks about their talents, projects and achievements. I love how he’s still nervous about the smallest things and how he gives his 100% on every single project. I love how he is able to show his emotions more nowdays and isn’t afraid to cry anymore. I love how he plans with his head, but leads with his heart. I love how he breathes and lives for music. I love Kim Namjoon.

one thing right. 01

“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

pairing. jeon jungkook x female reader genre. fake marriage au; childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, humor, future smut, slow burn word count. 5,086 masterlist. playlist.

part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | complete

contains. explicit language, mentions of drunkenness, brief allusion to prior physical abuse allegations, depictions of dementia

greer note. this is quite americanized as we do not have universal healthcare which is a major plot device of the series; however, if you get confused by it, just keep in mind it’s a marriage of convenience! this fic is also inspired by my otp in the television show ‘bates motel’

© hobios. no reposts, modification, or translations are allowed on any platform.

“OOF! OW!” you cried, jostled awake as your body hit the concrete floor. You blinked slowly, blearily taking in your surroundings as you tugged an arm free from the tangled blanket encasing you. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. If the stark lighting and the concrete floor wasn’t enough to clue you in, the sight of the metal toilet a few feet away from you, its base decorated with remnant chunks of vomit, certainly did.

You rubbed your face, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried your best to remember the events from the night before that had led you here. But apart from your killer headache and the vomit evidence, nothing was coming back to you. It’d been a long time since you’d gotten so wasted that you’d blacked out. What could you possibly have done to land yourself here sometime in the middle of the night?

“Oh, good!” a female voice suddenly sounded behind you. “You’re awake. I’ll call Sheriff Jeon and let him know.”

You tugged at the blanket still tangled around your legs. “Why does he have to know I’m awake?” you grumbled.

“He has to be the one to release you. He went home for a few hours though and hasn’t come back. I think he probably fell asleep.” You finally freed your legs, tossing the thin blanket back onto the concrete slab you’d been sleeping on earlier. “Lord knows he could use the rest,” the woman continued, an unmistakable dreamy look capturing her features. “He works so hard.”

You huffed, slowly dragging your body back up onto the concrete slab, your head slightly swimming from the effort. “Yeah, it must be so hard running a tiny town like this,” you smarted back. “It’s a real challenge to make sure that none of the teenagers loiter in front of the laundromat for too long.”

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Clouded judgement

A lil contribution for Lan Xichen week! Couldn't participate in all 7 days but still wanted to show my appreciation for this sad boi