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love at first bump 🍹😆 ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

give me fever (burn me)

Characters: Jay & you

Setting: soulmate au, high school au (the cliché American movie-like)

Genre: fluff and humour

Warnings: underage drinking (but there are no questionable things done under influence)

Summary: In a world where you get fever after first coming in physical contact with your soulmate, Jay bumps into you when he least expects it.

Words: 2k

Author’s note: I’m not even trying to be subtle about how this amazing Enhypen song and Jay’s scene in the MV inspired this short piece. (And as always I blame @restlessmaknae​ for getting me into them)

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this one too! Had me swimming in a pool of swirling emotions 😭

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫-𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 

parings: johnny seo x reader

genre: oneshot, soulmates!au, college!au, childhood best friends!au, friends to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut (first time reader)

warnings: alcohol usage, swearing

a/n: indentation indicates past events (there’s only one), italicized indicates thoughts/emphases (you’ll know)

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tags: @kpopscape​ @nct-writers​ @yixing-jaehyun​ @huangvibez​ @justineasian​ @keijh​ @andypanda25​ @cherryblossomsfall​ @chittamonsie​ @selenelle​ @keonaforever21​ @suhweo​

Ever since you were able to see, you’d see that red, silken string attached to every person’s pinky finger. Your world was filled with it, some had it and some didn’t. You learned the hard way that if you were to tell others who their string connected to, it’d deteriorate into dust and their path to their soulmate would either also deteriorate or lead to another. From seeing your friends come and go, seeing their parents divorce, you didn’t speak a word because once you let the words slip from your lips, everything changed. You were thankful that you didn’t tell your parents when you were a child, because luckily, their strings were still attached to each other’s and every morning you thank yourself that you didn’t peep a word. You always thought that if you did, they’d still love each other. 

Another thing you were thankful for was growing up in the suburbs of the lovely city your parents decided to settle in and that you were living next door to the loveliest, sweetest boy, Johnny Seo. Your parents and his went to high school together, his parents were high school sweethearts whereas yours found one another in college and moved back to get married and start a small family. You were the only child, thankfully, you don’t know how else you’d survive. Johnny was already a big enough pain in the ass.

You two grew up to be the bestest of friends. Every summer the nights were filled with bonfires and smores, since Johnny was a bit older than you, he always helped you no matter how young he still was. You two also enjoyed sleepovers at one another’s house. You’d make forts out of stored blankets in the living room, watch a movie from there and end up falling asleep there for the night. Most of the time, you two played games in his room, he had a big collection. From cards to board games to video games, you two played them until you’d knock out and his parents would have to tuck you both in bed. A time where sleeping with each other wasn’t so weird. A time where things were easier. It’s fascinating to you how quickly time passes by, one time you were just starting elementary school, and the next, you’re in Johnny’s car as he drives you both to campus. 

“Last year of college, you ready?” You asked from the passenger seat. 

Johnny lowered the volume on his stereo, “yeah I guess, I’m ready to get out into the real world and start paying for my student debt,” he laughs. 

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this story still has my heart clutched from all the angst 😭

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

first light

↳ based on hotarubi no mori e (reposted)

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and (mainly) angst ◇ word count: 24.843 ◇ warnings: none

“Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?”

“No. For me it’s always quiet.”

~

The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound breaking the deep silence. It smoothly cuts through the murky atmosphere of the night, and the sight of its origins is just as mesmerizing: waves of blazing fire helplessly reach out towards the sky, weak and strong, the flames rising aimlessly as they sway amongst the smoke.

Sitting there, alone and surrounded by trees and the calming waves of the bonfire, is numbing enough to make time still. The temperatures are low enough for a crisp breeze to tickle your cheeks, seeping through the layers of your clothes as your hands seek for warmth against each other. You can almost pretend you’re completely on your own, that voices are not coming closer and that the sound of hearty laughter isn’t overpowering the eerie quietness of nature.

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go on, KISS the boy (you know you want to)!

florentis ; k.hj

requested by anon (24 + magic au) for my milestone celebration !!

pairing ; roommate!hongjoong x nature manipulator!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; you find yourself getting a little too immersed in your book.

themes ; fantasy, fluff, superpowers au, roommates au, hints at college au

words ; 0.7k

warnings / includes ; no warnings, hongjoong being a sap, reader has cool powers :D

a/n ; this was super fun to write :D and it's my first hongjoong piece omg !!! i love him mucho :( thanks to @subways-stuff again for letting me ramble to you <//3

masterlist.

Fantasy has always enamoured you. The blazing dragons of the sky, the glinting swords of knights, and the soft pastels of elaborate ball gowns never failed to send you into a dreamy haze. It was the longing for a life you knew you couldn’t have, the sweetest of romances between forbidden parties, the thrilling action that had you gripping the book so tightly, it was a wonder its spine didn’t split into half.

In fact, you were so immersed in the story of the princess and the knight that you hadn’t even realized your powers had gotten the better of you. Vines snaked up the walls and ceilings, crawling out of your room and into the hallway. Small wildflowers blossomed by your nightstand, but you had yet to notice.

You let out a breathy laugh as you rolled over on your bed, not once ripping your gaze from the inked words, drowning in your thick woolen blanket. With this action, leaves sprouted from the vines and criss-crossed over your bed. Within minutes, your room started looking more like a forest than a place of slumber.

Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for his liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Hongjoong. Finding his laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. His narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of his own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming his suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.

He pushed away from his work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by his feet.

“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Hongjoong murmured once he ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have a paper to finish.”

In an instant, your irises snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.

“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”

Hongjoong shrugged it off lightly, a smile of his own playing at the corner of his lips. It relieved you to see that he wasn’t actually mad. He meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped his lungs, but ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.

With a scoff, you nudged at his shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Hongjoong) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Hongjoong watched in muted awe. Nimbly, you slotted the flower behind his ear, smoothing your thumbs over his faded clementine hair, trailing over his cheek. He shut his eyes at your gentle touch.

Had you gone too far for a roommate? Your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away.

Hongjoong seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but he cleared his throat and the twinkle in his eye came back just as quickly as it disappeared.

“There. You happy now?”

“It’s small.”

“Seems fitting,” you teased.

Hongjoong shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” He looked oh so pretty with that flower behind his ear. He was also pretty without the sweet blossom, but you weren’t quite sure you were ready to admit that to yourself just yet. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before he spoke up once more. “You know, the paper can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose this much control.”

A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”

“Nothing would be better,” Hongjoong quipped as he laid down, sinking into your plush pillows, inhaling your fresh fougere scent and enjoying this moment a little more than he should’ve.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒅

🍄Pairing: Fae Prince! San x Mushroom Guard! Reader

🍄Au: royal au, fantasy au, fae au

🍄Trope: prince/guard, power dynamic

🍄Genre: smut

🍄Rating: 18+, MDNI

🍄Warnings: descriptors of reader because you are a mushroom fae, dom! reader, sub! san, fear play, begging, making out, rutting/wet humping, degradation, verbal instruction, penetrative sex with no barrier, psychedelic sex (san got high from fucking a mushroom girl), consent before said high sex, pussy-drunk san, oral (f), hair tugging (m)

🍄Word Count: 4,259

🍄Summary: you were created for one sole purpose: to guard the nephew of the Unseelie King. Choi San was arrogantly confident that you would keep him from Death's Door; for if he died, so ended your life as well. But what you did not expect from your Fae Princeling was that he was just as dedicated to your body as you were his.

🍄Author's Note: happy birthday to the man that never fails to make me smile. your hard work and dedication to your craft and to make others around you happy never ceases to amaze me. Here's to your large heart (and even bigger tits)

San entered the ballroom with all the impudence of an arrogant Fae Prince. Nephew to the current King of the Unseelie, San was one of the most important Fae in the room. But he was also very much in danger. 

That’s how you came to be created. No allegiance could be sure, in the Fae realm, and even an oath binding could be wiggled out of with a few loophole words. So, life was breathed into you, as a mushroom. You were created in a woman’s image and your bond to San was that unlike any sworn servant. You see, your life was in San’s hand. You were created to be his loyal guard, and if he so happened to die, then your life would be taken from you as well. 

The whispers ran through the crowd like a wave retreating from the coast. Your deep russet hair, with random white spots and dull ivory skin had not been seen before. The simple rush of being the attention flushed through your body.

“Where did you dig up this beauty, San?” A bored voice drawled.

San ducked his head in greeting to multiple people but smirked towards the one asking this particular question. “From the dark, musky part of the forest.”

You scratched the back of your neck and turned your head to hide your flush. 

“Does she guard your body well?” Another asked.

Your sword whipped from its sheath by your side and wavered at the chest of the Fae who dared demand you did not complete your life's duty to the best of your ability. 

San pushed your sword down with two fingers, chuckling. It drew your sword down the body of the male fae, who looked a little turned on by it, if you were being honest. “Careful now, Wooyoung, that sword is poisonous.”

“Is your uncle really that worried about you?” 

San shrugged like he hadn't a care in the world. 

A spring dryad walked with an extra sway in her hip to your charge. You intercepted her immediately. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was bid to entertain the prince,” The dryad responded, sending a gratuitous wink towards San.

You smiled but it was full of bitter recognition. “No one is allowed to come near the prince, dryad. Go find someone else to weakly hump.”

The dryad let out a loud ‘humph’, clearly insulted, and found a more receiving Fae Lady. 

San leaned into you from behind to whisper into your ear. “Jealous?”

“No one is touching you,” You insisted, keeping your face blank. 

San mingled during the ball but he did not ask for anyone’s hand to dance. He conversed and drank, spilling out anything that wasn’t approved by you. You ate and drank anything he consumed first, to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. You, of anyone, were the best at discovering if something was poisonous or not. 

But soon, your Fae Prince tired of socializing and was ready to leave the ball. It was truly sad that he was unable to attend the final waltz of the evening. He danced so well. You shook your head. This was no time to get your head full of images of San.

The quiet roar of the crowd fell behind the both of you as you left the ball. San’s smart shoes clicked rhythmically against the wood floor polished with age and use. You kept your ears and eyes open for any threats that thought they could take advantage of the early morning hours. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many eyes more interested in someone other than myself,” San said.

You scoffed at his statement. “Oh, you had plenty of eyes on you, My Lord.”

San cocked his head curiously, turning on his heel to look at you. “Did you want to squish those offending eyes with your fingers, Red?”

Your hand tightened on the grip of your sword. “My Lord,” you growled in warning.

San smiled impishly, playing with the black opal bracelet on his wrist. “But it's so fun to tease you!”

You jerked your chin in the direction of San’s rooms. “Shall we get to where it’s safe first and you can tease me all you want?”

San sighed wearily. “Fine, have it your way.”

A tiny bit of stress left your shoulders the minute you closed the door to the suite of rooms that were due to the Unseelie Fae King’s nephew. San did not move to his bedchambers nor did he begin to disrobe, like you had hoped. He was looking to wriggle under your skin with his words like a worm in a rotting apple. 

“I should have insisted you wear a more revealing dress,” San teased, his eyes alit with malicious merriment. “Perhaps that would have lured Yunho to caress that perk little bottom you were created with.”

“My Lord--”

“San, please, Red. We are in my rooms and you shall address me as I prefer. I am your lord, as you say.”

“San, your self destruction is almost an art.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Is it self destruction to--”

You gracefully swung your sword from its sheath and had the tip delicately touching San’s neck, just below his Adam's apple, in mere seconds. “--yes, it is.”

San held himself still, glancing down at the sword and then back to meet your eyes. “You can’t harm me.”

“Wrong,” You corrected him. “I cannot kill you.”

You leaned in slightly and a small cut bled immediately from San’s neck. You gasped when you felt a nick of pain on your neck. You reached up with your free hand to check and came back with black ooze. 

“See.” San smiled crookedly, revealing his canine teeth. “I told you, you can’t harm me.”

You twisted your lips in a grimace. Even your poison would have no effect; San consumed an antidote for your poison every day, for the sake of you simply being unable to harm him. You should have guessed that along with your lives being intertwined, you would be harmed when he was harmed as well. 

In a small fit of rage and rebellion, you whipped your sword in the air and then twirled it to sheath it. San opened his mouth as if to question the sudden embellishment of swordsmanship and then gasped when his decorative armor fell from his body. 

“It is time for you to go to sleep, little lordling,” You commanded. 

San slipped both his hands into the deep pockets of his satin pants. “Put me to sleep?”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “That, most definitely is not a part of my job.”

San stood there, topless, folding one arm behind his head while scratching the back of his neck. “I would like it to be.”

“I am supposed to be guarding you,” You growled. “I can’t do that if you’re inside of me.”

San sent you a boyish grin. “What better way to guard my body than to be as close as you can be?”

 You searched what you assumed was your heart, to see if this was the right choice in your path of your new life. You could feel your heartbeat but was it for the Fae Prince because if his heart withered, yours would go with it? Or was it because the roguishly handsome Lord really had grown on you enough to bed him?

San took a step forward, cautious of your abilities with your sword. He ran a finger along your bare shoulder. “You’re not even a little bit curious?”

“I didn’t have time to be curious,” You spat. 

This wasn’t the first time San had propositioned you. Nor would it be the last if you declined. He was adamantly vying for your body. Something about tonight was pushing you towards finally folding for him. 

“You’ve got time now,” San said. He walked around you, still trailing that finger along your skin. He was behind you now. “So how about it?”

He was temptation, with his muscles gleaming and the satin clinging to his legs. San knew that, you knew that. And of course you were curious. But was the risk worth it?

“If you ask me, I think it’ll only bind us even more,” San whispered, now on your other side. “You will have known me in my most intimate moment and will always be able to protect me.”

“I think someone had a little too much Fairy Wine, my lord,” you mused. 

“Nay.” San shook his head. “You would know me as a giggly fool if I had drunk truly. I am sober and looking to finally bring down your barriers, Red.”

“Want me desperate for you when typically I am reserved?” You mocked him.

San stood in front of you once again. His face was a combination of seriousness and lust. He put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you against him. You didn’t resist him. Your chest was pressed against his when he murmured, “Don’t our hearts beat as one? Shouldn’t we be connected in this final way?”

You tipped your head and kissed your sworn liege lord. His lips were soft and wet and when he sighed into your mouth, your tongue sought to tangle with his. San cupped the back of your head, tilting his head, and deepening the kiss. You allowed him to back you up to his bed and tumbled onto it with him. San managed, with his strength and grace as a Fae, to turn you around so that he hit the bed and didn’t even break the kiss.

You ate at his mouth like he was honey and you couldn't get enough of the sweet, sticky substance. You could feel your body tingling from the kisses but San was fairing much worse. When you broke the kiss, his tongue came out, chasing yours. He lied there, his pupils blown, looking like a panting dog. 

“San, are you quite alright?” You wondered. 

“You are like the sweetest, strongest brandy I have ever drunk.” San smiled lazily. 

You sat back. San appeared… he could not lie so he wasn’t drunk before you began to kiss. The situation was odd. 

Now that you sat back, however, you could not deny what was waiting for you under San’s satin pants. The Fae prince moaned lowly as your ass put pressure against his straining hard-on. His hands found your hips, and he held you in place, so he could grind up into you. “What will it take for you to let me slip inside of you?”

You frowned delicately. You petted your braid in thought. There was something off about this but you could not put your finger on it for the life of you. “Have you been taking your antidote potion regularly?”

“ ‘course I do. Don’t be silly.” He groaned as he pushed his cock between your lips, with only his satin pants as a barrier. He was ruining the garment but it didn’t seem like he cared at the present.

“Very well,” You shrugged. 

You grounded your lower half against San and his back arched off the bed. “Please,” he whimpered. 

“What do you want, San?” You said coolly. “Tell me and I may be able to fulfill your demand.”

San’s eyes widened, as if in an attempt to push off whatever stupor was pulling him in. Was he simply the type of man who became a slave to a cunt until he was satisfied. “Take me, take all of me, deep inside of you. I need to feel encompassed by you.”

“My sweet Fae prince,” You cooed mockingly. “All high and mighty because of his mushroom guard but the minute he gets behind closed doors, he’s a whining mess, rutting up into a pussy that’s always been denied to him.”

San pouted. “You’ll let me have it, right? You won’t let me lie here, begging, will you? Please, I’ll be good.”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, moving your hips against San again. “Be good? You don’t know the meaning.”

San raised his hands from your hips and laid them on either side of his head, in abeyance to you. He even kept his eyes lowered but his Adam's apple was bobbing again. “I can try.”

You lifted your lower half up so that you could reach underneath you and yank San’s pants down. San gasped as the cool air suddenly hit his raging hard-on. You grasped his phallus immediately and began to run the head of him along your wet folds under your short copper dress. 

It was a test and San was struggling. His hands made tight fists and he bit hard on his lower lip. “Don’t you want to be inside of me, Sannie? What’s stopping you from…” You angled his cock to be flush with your hole. “...simply penetrating me with one sharp movement, San?”

San whined in the back of his throat. “I can be a good little Fae Prince for you.”

You let go of San’s cock, watching it slap his stomach satisfactorily. You rutted along the length, coating it in your slickness. You didn’t know which god or goddess San was praying to, but his lips moved fervently in silence. As if that would help him. 

You supposed he was taking his oath seriously. He was being good and hadn't attempted to take control since he said he would relinquish his power to you. Perhaps you could reward him.

You leaned down against San’s chest. He was sweating profusely, withholding back was taking a lot out of him. You ran a finger around the areola of his nipple. “Shall you show me what a good boy you can be?”

San nodded very quickly. “What do you need from me?”

“Flip us over and you may penetrate me. But!” You stopped your new lover. “You must go slowly. I want you to watch as every inch enters me.”

San licked his lips, wetting them once again. “And then?”

You chuckled. “Let’s see if you can do it first, Sannie.”

San had you flipped just as quickly as before, albeit slightly more clumsy. “You are the most beautiful mushroom lady I have ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

You snorted. “I am the only one of my kind, Choi San.”

“Still.” San grasped his dick with a soft gasp and then angled it between your open thighs. “You put the majority of the Fae Court to shame.”

You both groaned lowly as he finally pushed the head of his cock into your wet entrance. He pushed and pushed, and to be honest, it was a struggle for both of you. He was thick and seemed to fill you up perfectly.

“So! Wet!” San panted. “I--” he whined in the back of his throat. “Are we in the middle of a fairy ring?!”

Alarmed you had accidentally caused a growth of mushrooms, you looked wildly around but the room simply had San's minimal but expensive decorations; no mushroom in sight.

“San, are you sure--?!”

San completed sinking into you. He held himself aloft, his arm muscles moving as he shifted. He closed his eyes, perhaps in an attempt to focus on not jackhammering inside of you.

“Please? Queen of my desires? Let me plunge in your depths. I need to--I will die, surely, holding myself inside of you like this!” San pleaded.

You traced a finger along San’s collarbones. “You are so dangerously handsome.”

San swallowed loudly. “Dangerously handsome enough to fuck you so hard that you'll see stars?”

This fae princeling, this arrogant, untouchable man, was a puddle between your legs and you were becoming quite charmed by it. 

San blinked hard, clenching his eyes and shook his hair out of his face. The lines of his nose and jaw balanced out the soft curves of his lips. He really was gorgeous. 

“San,” You hummed softly. 

San opened his eyes and they were glossy with lust. “Red. I'm all yours. I've always been all yours. You're dedicated to keeping my body safe and I'm dedicated to yours.”

You pulled San closer, wrapping your arms behind his neck, and bringing him chest to chest to you. “Fuck me so hard I'll see stars,” You whispered into his ear.

A shudder went through San's body and then he tensed up so that he could pull back. “Better hold onto my arms,” he suggested.

The first thrust punched the air in your lungs out in a lusty cry. Your shoulders moved up the bed a full inch with the strength that San had thrusted into you. You immediately wrapped your hands around San's bicep to hold yourself in place. 

The cries didn't end as San fucked you hard. His thrusts were punctuated by a noise from you being thoroughly fucked, just as you had requested. You could hear the obscene slapping of skin against skin and the squishing of San’s cock against your wet entrance. It was debauchery at its finest and you couldn't find an ounce of you regretting it at this moment. 

San was a drooling mess in the crook of your neck even though his hips worked relentlessly between your legs. He whimpered and whined, pussy drunk inside of you. “So good, feels so good being inside of you, so wet, so tight, so good,” he babbled.

“San,” You said in a strained tone. “Remember, you are fucking me until I see stars, not the other way around.”

“I can… I can… I can be good…” San panted through his lust-filled mind. 

“Can you?” You groaned after a particularly hard thrust. “Can you put my needs before your own, you greedy princeling?”

“Can, can, can,” San chanted, even though he sounded like he was getting closer to his climax. 

You couldn't help but to sow a little chaos, considering how much chaos San had thrown your way this evening. “Are you going to come inside of me, Sannie?” 

San cried out and stilled his hips against you. “Nooooooo,” he lamented. “Why did you do that?”

“To see if I had that kind of power,” You admitted. You petted the back of his head in comfort. “But you were not a good little princeling, Sannie. You came before me.”

“It was so good,” San whined. “You can’t blame me!”

“I guess you’ll have to start over again,” You said flippantly.

San raised himself up so that he could look at you. He had the right amount of suspicion in his eyes as he said, “Start over again, how?”

Your fingers brushed some of his hair from his face that had stuck to his hairline from the sweat that was pouring off him. “Why, Sannie, you’ll have to clean up the mess you made inside of me and fuck me again.”

San’s eyes widened and you watched as he visibly slipped back into his subby headspace. “You want me to lick my cum from your pussy and then fuck you again?”

“Mmm,” You hummed. “Can you do that for me? Be a good little princeling and fix the mess you made? Do you want to be a good boy for me, Sannie?”

“Yes, please,” San murmured.

He immediately slid down your body and pressed his plush lips to your core that was aching for a release. You could feel his cum leaking from you and that’s how San began, licking your cunt diligently. And when he couldn't find any more cum to lick, he slowly stuck his tongue inside of you, looking for leftovers. 

“Yes, San,” You moaned. “Such a good boy for me. Put your tiny little tongue inside of me and make me feel something.”

San groaned against your cunt, and the richness of his baritone voice washed over you. You would have let him make you come with his tongue plowing inside of you but you were firm in teaching San that you were the one in charge and he needed to follow your directions. 

You pulled San’s head up by gripping his hair and tugging upwards. “Time’s up. Did you clean me up well?”

San’s appearance, with your slickness and remnants of his own cum all over his bronze face, was one for the record. He smiled lazily, looking like a cat caught drinking the cream. “You taste so good. Like a mushroom pastry. I could eat you up all day.”

You brushed some of the fluids from his pink lips with the pad of your thumb. “Shall I tell the other courtiers why you’re so busy? Can’t be bothered with any of the Fae politics or affairs, because you’d simply rather be between a mushroom guard’s thighs?”

San’s face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. “If it pleases you.”

“Lie down, Little Princeling,” You commanded softly.

San did so, his body now horizontal to the bed. You finished pulling off his pants and discarded the soft copper-worked dress you had donned that evening. This moment of total dominance, of a bared soul, deserved flesh against flesh, heart against heart.

“I will ride you, my fair lord,” You declared. You set a knee on either side of San’s narrow hips. “I will take you within my cunt, dripping of my own desire and yours spent, and I will take exactly what I want from you. And you will lie there and give me everything, won’t you?”

San’s irises were round like saucers. He seemed unable to completely focus but he did respond. “I would pull the stars from the sky and string them along a chain for you, Red. Is that what you want? To show that the Fae Prince you guard is owned by his mushroom lover? I will do it. I would prostrate myself before my uncle and declare myself unfit to be next in line because I am simply a puppet to your--”

You put a finger to San’s lips and he quieted. “Do not speak of such a thing while you are between my legs, San. All your wits have gone out with your cum.”

San smiled dopily. “You make me this way, Heart.”

“Do not call to me fondly either,” You scolded him gently. “This should not cross from lust to love.”

“Then I will simply have to work harder for your love,” San sighed dreamily. 

You laughed under your breath. There really was no stopping this man once he got something in his head. “Let us start with this,” You said as you angled his cockhead to your entrance. 

San began to babble once again while your body struggled to adjust to his girth. “Why must you squeeze me so tightly? It is as if you would eat me whole with your cunt!”

You laughed in amusement, voice tight with your own withheld struggles. “If you were a mortal and I, a simple mushroom, it would be so, would it not?”

San groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with pleasure as you took him full-hilt inside of you. “You make me come undone, Red.”

You moved your hips, watching San intake sharply at the sudden movement. “I quite like it this way.”

San part moaned and part laughed. “You’ll drive me mad with lust. Can I touch you?”

“You may,” You allowed with a small dip of your head. 

San’s hands smoothed up your thighs, over your hips, and then they encompassed your waist, thumbs skimming your rib bones. Finally they rested just below your breasts, looking to cup them both. “I wish to sink into you every morning and every evening, sometimes in between.”

You bounced slightly, enjoying the way San’s eyes were eating you up. His hands held your breasts in place as you slowly began to build some pleasure between the two of you. “Perhaps I’ll allow it, Sannie. But only if you’re good.”

San licked his lips slowly. “I can be real good to you, Red.”

“So far you’ve only been a spoiled princeling, taking what he wanted and giving nothing back,” You reminded him.

San pursed his lips in thought. “Only--!” He paused to gasp at the pleasure luring his mind away from reality. “--only you do this to me. I am a skilled lover. I have made others weep. Please, I can prove myself a second time. You are--there is something about you that drives all the edges of my brain to soft, unending, blurred lines.”

“But you know enough that it is me you are inside,” You joked.

San sat up suddenly, more serious than you had seen him all night. His eyes traveled over the planes of your face. “Nothing could make me forget you.”

And so you rode San like this, chest to chest, heart to heart, eye to eye. You drank in every gasp and whine that left his pretty lips. San ran his fingers up and down your bare back. And finally when your orgasm overwhelmed you, breaking over you like a wave over a cliff, he kissed you with his mouth slanted over yours, determined to feed from your noises. 

You were both spent but you realized that regardless of the energy, neither of you were looking to be separated from each other, even when San’s cock softened and your wetness leaked out. He continued to keep you in his arms and you found yourself tracing the sharp planes of his face. There was something new between you; but you didn’t have a name for it yet. It was pleasant and that would suffice for now.

pebbling his love 🥹💕🌸

Summary: All you want is to confess to your best friend, but that's easier in theory than in practice.

Pairing: wind fairy!Jongho x water fairy!reader

Genre: Fluff

AU/Trope: best friends to lovers

Word Count: 1328ish

Warnings: Nothing. This is purely fluff

A/N: This is part of the fairy!teez collab with @kwanisms @stardragongalaxy @pyeonghongrie @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @jmin-s @kitten4sannie I think this is my first fantasy au and I honestly had a good time writing it.

Sitting by the stream, your thoughts swirl in your mind and let out a deep sigh. The day has not gone how you wanted it to. The week has not gone the way you wanted it to. You’d planned to spend the day with your best friend, but he had some things he needed to do, which caused him to cancel at the last minute. He had refused to tell you what exactly he needed to do, you assumed some kind of wind fairy duties, which you honestly knew nothing about being a water fairy yourself. The grove you all lived in was separated into little groups based on the type of fairy. Water fairies lived in a little community on the edge of the river, nests made of seaweed and reeds, adorned with shells and whatever other shiny things your kind could find. 

Your best friend was a wind fairy named Jongho, an annoying little thing with a snarky personality. In fact, when you first met, you didn’t like him much. He had a way of telling jokes with a deadpan expression, making people unsure if he was being serious or not. He hadn’t let you dislike him for long, pushing his way into your life seamlessly. And in your heart. Unfortunately, you had fallen in love with the smug bastard. He was such a beautiful being, and he knew it. Most times, he didn’t let on just how much he knew his looks were otherworldly. Though, there were times when a smirk would grace his flawless face when he was complimented. And his personality, when he wasn’t being annoying, he was the sweetest. Always bringing you new shiny trinkets to put in your nest when he found them, brightening your day in any way he could. You had decided today would be the day, today you would tell your best friend that you loved him. Before he canceled at least.

Which brings you to where you are now, sitting on the edge of your favorite stream, thinking of all the ways you could possibly tell him. Th small leaf you were perched on bounced with the wind as your thoughts swirled. You could bring him a trinket, though you didn't know what kind you would bring to a wind fairy. “This is your sad spot, what’s wrong?” The voice came from behind you made your head whip around, seeing the object of your thoughts floating behind you, wings glimmering in the sunshine. His face holds concern and it brings a smile to your face at the obvious care he has for you, even if it is platonic. You call him over with a wave of your hand, and he joins you on the rock you’re sitting on, his hand landing on top of the one planted beside your thigh. 

“I’m not sad, just thinking.” Your voice is almost a whisper as you flash him another smile. He returns the gesture and it’s one of the brightest smiles you’ve seen him have. He quickly looked down, though, seemingly getting shy out of nowhere. He doesn’t reply immediately, but he lifts his gaze to the stream in front of you. A ghost of the smile returns as he looks toward you. “Watch this.” His voice is barely audible, his hand gesturing to the water. You give a little nod and turn your head to see what he has planned. You watch the water for a moment, nothing really happening. All at once, the wind begins to blow over the water, a small whirlwind forming over the water, sucking the liquid up, causing it to swirl around within the wind. “I’ve been learning how to do this for a few days. I wanted it to be perfect before I showed it to you.” Your eyes fill with tears that you refuse to shed. It’s such a beautiful scene, and a very Jongho thing to do. The man always had to have everything perfect. 

You opened your mouth to tell him how beautiful his little trick was, but he spoke before you could. “I also brought you something.” You tilted your head as you looked at him, the nerves written all over his handsome face. He reaches into his pocket and digs around as he looks for whatever he plans to give you. You turn your body toward him fully, taking in his side profile. You watch as he takes a deep breath before turning to face you, his hands in his lap as he fumbles with something. “I found this about a week ago. It’s really pretty and I was waiting for the perfect time to give it to you. It’s for your nest.” He extends his closed fist and opens his hand, a small object laying in his palm. You reach to grab his hand, lifting the present.

It was a ring, the most beautiful ring. It had a light blue gem with swirls of green with a shiny silver band. It looked like water. It was small enough to fit your tiny finger, and you weren't sure how he had found something so small. The trinkets he always brought you were obviously made for the humans. The tears filled your eyes again, this time you were unable to stop them from falling. Your heart swelled with love for the man in front of you. You didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with him, but this moment proved you wrong. You moved your eyes from the ring to meet Jongho’s, his face barely visible through the glassiness of your tears. “Jongho, it’s beautiful. The most beautiful.” Your voice quivered with emotion as you spoke and you reached out to grab his hand. “I just wanted you to have something as beautiful as you are, though I still don’t think it comes close.” You could see the blush tingeing his cheeks red as he lowered his head.

Reaching out, you grabbed his face and turned his head back to face you. You rubbed your thumbs across his cheeks, smiling widely as you did so. “Thank you, Jongho.” You moved your face closer, resting your forehead against his. “It’ll be really pretty in your nest.” If you hadn’t been so close, you wouldn’t have heard him. You pulled back, shaking your head slightly and lifting your hand toward him. “No, it’s too pretty for my nest. I want you to put it on for me.” You watched as his eyes widened as he looked at you in confusion. You thrust your hand toward him slightly, smiling again and nodding your head at the ring. It felt like slow motion as he took the ring from you and moved to slide it on the index finger of your left hand. You tilted your hand so that your ring finger was in front of the ring. 

His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked up at you. “What are you doing? That’s the finger for a pairing.” Making sure your eyes met his, you nodded, your eyes never leaving his as you spoke. “I love you, Jongho.” Your voice was sure and unfaltering, eyes flickering between his, waiting for a response. Shock ran across his face, taking in what you had just said. The longer he was silent, the more your confidence wavered. You moved to pull your hand back, embarrassment pumping through your veins. Before you could fully retract your hand, his grip tightened. His eyes stared at yours as he slipped the ring onto your finger, before lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back. “I love you, too. Always have.” The ring fit perfectly around your finger and you were sure it wasn't a coincidence, but that was a question you'd ask him another day. A smile lit up his face as his turn to watch your eyes widen came. He let out a small giggle, eyes crinkling. You both leaned forward at the same time, meeting in the middle for a small, but sweet peck. Pulling away, you shared shy giggles, despite knowing each other for years. “I guess this makes us a pairing, huh?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you both turned to stare at the stream in front of you. Your day may not have started the way you wanted it to, but it certainly had the perfect ending.

It’s giving, “so i can’t love you, even though i do” vibes 🥹

a moon apart [seoho]

What if you have a soulmate, but you can only meet ever so scarcely?

What if you have a soulmate, but he can never be yours?

➳ Characters: Seoho x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: folktale-ish, fantasy, mystery, kingdom au, royalty au, soulmate au, romance, angst

➳ Words: 3.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of imaginary gods and goddesses (let me know if you find more!)

➳ A/N: This is my contribution to the Eternally Yours collab hosted by the lovely @sungbeam​​. You can check out the collab and the participating writers here. Thank you for letting me participate! ❤️

➳ Oneus taglist: @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy​,  @effulgentfireflies​, @anime-lover-2020​

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fate bringing two people to together for a ‘love that will last’ ~ 🥰

all rights reserved © s-uwu-binie

➻ immortal!soobin x immortal!reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff and angst | immortal au

➻ mentions of violence and blood (in like one scene)

➻ please refrain from copying, translating, resposting, and stealing my work, then claiming them as your own. all of my works belong to me, please respect the writers who put all their effort into their pieces.

➻ in a world full of uncertainty, it’s easy to get lost and forgotten. you’ve talked with death a long time ago, and you have a funny feeling she might hate you. but if there is something in this world that is for sure, it would be that fate always loved playing with you.

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in which soobin is a clutz, and you can’t help but keep running into him wherever you go. 

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some wholesome (crack-like) glimpses from the immortal couple ~

moments in a lifetime*ೃ༄

➻ immortal!soobin x immortal!reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff || immortal au

➻ can be read as it is, but it would be better to check this out first.

⤷ just some moments with soobin when y'all finally got together

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♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

my heart’s content with you;

⇢ summary: throughout the struggles of college life, slightly overbearing parents, and a road to finding yourself, you meet your soulmate, the mysterious Kim Taehyung, who despite being the strangest boy you’ve ever met, has also proven to be the best.

⇢ relationship: kim taehyung/reader.

⇢ genre: soulmate!au, supernatural, romance, angst. 

⇢ words: 6.1k

⇢ warnings: brief mentions of death, minor spoilers for the cheese in the trap drama/webtoon.

a/n: heavily based off the dynamic of hong seol and baek in ho from cheese in the trap, because I’ll be damned if I never express my feelings for this couple through something. some spoilers for the show/webtoon if you’ve never seen it.

Growing up, you were told you’d just know.

There was no definite, tell-tale sign that someone was your soulmate besides the feeling of the world rippling under your feet and the air around you changing to something sweeter, easier to take down. Your parents hadn’t bothered to find anyone like that, they had stuck with each other. They weren’t soulmates, far from it, but somehow managed to be happy. So, for a long time, finding a soulmate wasn’t your top priority. I mean, if you could still be happy without them, what was the point? Why should you spend your whole life trying to find someone who gives you goosebumps and stuttering heartbeats? Why should you waste time like that?

You didn’t realize you’d found your soulmate until the middle of the school year.

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a superhero's sweet reward

SIM JAEYUN [제이크] ── 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol spidey!ikeu x fem gf!reader ꒰wc : 1.2k꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, humor, skinship, est. relationship, mentions of injuries, kissing, jake's a little goofster, not proofread

୨୧ synopsis : in which spidey!ikeu appears in your room late at night all bruised and hurt, and you help clean him up.

writer's note ─ yall..i'm gonna be completely honest with you..I did not expect all thatt on one of my first ever fics. like I was completely mind blown coming back from work and seeing that it got like 130+ notes. JAW DROPPED. anyways because of all the love on my hoon short story I wanted to spoil yall and give you a spider-verse jaeyun story ;)) this was heavily inspired by spidey-boy by @luvvsim !! I absolutely loveee there work. (like sm.) if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

the night in new york city hummed with its usual buzz, but inside your room, there was a sense of peacefulness. despite living in the city that never sleeps, you felt content. lying on your bed, earbuds snugly fit into your ears, lost in the beats of your favorite song—it was the perfect end to your busy nights. little did you know, the real excitement was about to swoop in through your window.

suddenly, as if on cue, a shadow dashed across the room. startled, you pulled out an earbud just as a familiar figure swung in through the window, landing into your comfortable sanctuary with a soft thud. there he was—jake sim: new york's very own spiderman and the graceful title of your boyfriend. you watched as he stood there in all his superhero glory, steadying himself on his feet after a slightly harsh landing.

“hey, cutie. miss me?” he spoke out, wincing a little as he removed his mask, revealing a boyish grin and tousled blonde hair. his face bore a few new bruises, and his suit had seen better days.

“jake, the door is literally unlocked,” you called out, sitting up on your bed as you discarded your earbuds.

“where's the fun in that?” came the muffled reply from your boyfriend as he steadied himself, his suit sporting a few new rips and his face a canvas of small cuts and bruises.

you frowned, scanning the variety of bruises and cuts that painted his face and toned body, gently guiding him to sit on the edge of your bed. “you're hurt.”

“it's just a scratch,” he reassured, trying to sound nonchalant but wincing again as he moved. “besides, i get to see my favorite nurse now.”

you rolled your eyes, fetching the first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet. “very funny, spiderman. now sit still.”

jake obeyed, squirming slightly as he took a seat on your bed and shrugged off his suit. you took in the sight of his bruises and cuts, a mixture of concern filling you. he was always so brave and generous. but right now, he was just your jake, and you were going to make sure he was okay.

“hold still,” you instructed, gently dabbing at a cut on his cheek with antiseptic. he flinched a bit, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“ow! are you trying to finish me off, babe?” he joked, his lips quirking up in a grin as he put on an exaggerated show for you.

you rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “oh, hush. maybe if you'd stop getting into trouble, i wouldn't have to play nurse.”

“but..who would keep you company during your lonely nights?” he retorted rather innocently, though his playful grin spoke otherwise.

you smiled, shaking your head. “you know, most boyfriends just text or call. you on the other hand have to swing in through windows.”

he shrugged. “what can i say? i like to make an entrance.”

as you continued to clean and bandage his wounds, a comfortable silence enveloped your new york apartment. the soft hum of the wind, the muffled sound of your music still playing from your phone. it painted an almost soothing picture. well, besides the bruised up and hurt superhero on your bed. you continued to assist his cuts, watching his face contort into a sour look before he quickly recovered.

“so, what exactly did you do today that got you looking like you went ten rounds with a bulldozer?” you question, your brow raising in curiosity.

jake smiled at your light-hearted joke, clearing his throat before speaking again. “just another day in the life, y’know? i saved a kitten from a tree, stopped a bank robbery, and had a very intense conversation with a pigeon. fascinating stuff.”

you snorted, grabbing the box of bandages from your nightstand. “sounds like a regular tuesday.”

“exactly,” he agreed, leaning in as you dabbed at a cut on his forehead, the white cotton ball tinting a shade of red. “that pigeon was surprisingly chatty.”

you shook your head, trying to suppress a laugh as you focused on cleaning his wounds. jake's eyes followed your every move, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“y’know,” he started off. “i think that pigeon had some good advice. he told me i should kiss my girlfriend more often.”

his comment only earned a snicker from you, the cotton ball moving to clean off a particularly nasty cut on his face, watching him wince at the sudden contact.

“ow, ow! careful, doc, i’m delicate!”

“delicate, my foot,” you teased, giving him a mock glare. “you swing from skyscrapers and fight bad guys, but a little antiseptic is too much for ya?”

he laughed, the sound a comforting balm against the night’s weariness. “hey, i have my limits, okay?”

“do you now?” you retorted, your smile growing at his light-hearted banter. another comfortable silence fell once more before you broke it with another question.

“and what other brilliant advice did this know it all pigeon give you, other than kissing his girlfriend more often?”

jake grinned as you brought the topic back up, clearing his throat like he was about to make the most moving declaration. “he said i should cherish every moment, because you never know when your next battle with a supervillain might be.”

“wise pigeon,” you commented, reaching for a bandage. “you're lucky i’m such a good nurse.”

“luckiest guy in the world,” he agreed, his eyes twinkling. “and not just because of your nursing skills.”

“flattery will get you nowhere, sim,” you retorted, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “but it might earn you a kiss once i’m done.”

jake’s face lit up. “in that case, i think i might have another cut you missed."

you look at jake dumbfounded, pausing your movements entirely as you slowly brought your gaze back towards his face, your expression etched with concern. your worriment soon dissipated into thin air as you watched him point to his lips, leaning closer to you.

“right here.”

you rolled your eyes but reluctantly leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. he sighed contentedly with a smile, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer as he relished in the feeling of your plush lips on his very own.

“much better,” he murmured against your lips, pulling away with a lopsided grin.

finishing up the last of his cuts, you leaned back to admire your handiwork. “there. good as new.”

jake flexed his arm, yawning softly before giving you an approving nod. “you’re the best, you know that?”

“of course i do, someone’s gotta keep you in one piece, right?” you said with a grin, playfully nudging him. “now, are you staying for a while, or do you have to rush off and save more damsels in distress?”

he pretended to ponder your question for a moment before suddenly pulling you into his arms. “i think i’ve done enough saving for one night. besides, this damsel is my favorite.”

you rolled your eyes again but couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across your face. “smooth, spidey. real smooth.”

jake’s laughter was contagious, and soon enough you both found yourselves lying on the bed, tangled up in each other arms. the city outside your window buzzed with its usual chaos, but in that moment, all that mattered was the comfort of each other’s company.

“stay with me tonight?” you asked softly, resting your head on his chest.

jake kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “always.” he murmured, and you knew he meant it.

(why am I giggling and smiling so hard rn...)

𝓢igning off... @penghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

Besties trauma-bonding together 😂

Jaehyun: Coming of Age

Characters: Jaehyun x female reader

Genre/warnings: soulmate au, body-switching au, college au, humor, fluff, slight angst, soulmate!jaehyun, best friend!mingyu, jaehyun’s best friend!johnny, every soulmate has a different ‘thing’, reader is celebrating her 18th birthday, jaehyun is a senior in college and reader is a freshman/sophomore, reader is shorter than mingyu, one mention of reader having her period but it doesn’t actively happen

Word count: 5,533

Summary: You knew everybody had a soulmate, and you knew what would eventually happen because of that. The way you find your soulmate is different for everyone, but the way you find yours has you thinking you’re in some 00′s teen movie because you wake up in the body of Jung Jaehyun.

a/n: a very, very, very, very late birthday present to one of my favorite people, @floodlitesc :] she gave me three options for people to write for, so I tried to incorporate a little bit of everybody somehow. but anyway, I hope you like it my lil sunshine!!! (also I apologize for any errors!!!)

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Somewhere out there within the dark woods of somewhere or another, in days some time past, there was a town. And that town worshipped one god, and that god was a hole.

Yes, a massive hole, at the center of their town. Deep and dark, perhaps leading all the way down to oblivion. Some people said the god lived at the bottom of the hole, others said that the god was the hole itself, or even the shadows that lay within. They had no temples, no alters, only the hole. And the hole of the hole demanded things of them. It was hungry, strangely hungry. It did not have sacfices, it demanded tribute. Taxes in a way. People would scrounge up what little money they had for the hole, and the hole promised back that it would give them good things in return.

There were those who warned them of the hole. The cryptids of the dark forest, and the occultists and demon hunters, and even the deep ones that lay in the dark ocean and the scaled men of the forgotten ruins. But the townsfolk didn't listen, the hole made them feel good. It felt good to give it money. And even though they never exactly saw how the hole must have been helping them. How could it not be helping them if they had given it so much. And soon the hole banished all supernatural things but itself, and the people said the hole was making them safe.

And soon the hole was bigger. What was once the size of a well had grown to being big enough to consume a house. And soon the town changed, the hole began to be its center, the entire town shifted so that all public life was around the hole. And soon those who didn't like the hole, or who questioned it, where seen as evil or strange people, greedy for not wanting to give the hole their money, they were seen as selfish and entitled, entitled to all the hole's benefits without paying their share. It was a tragedy when someone grew up to move out of the town and not follow the hole.

And soon the hole had more and more demands. And everyone listened as it grew larger and larger. Soon it didn't want money, it wanted things too, televisions, automobiles, books, family relics, grandma's ashes, works of art, perhaps even beloved pets. And it became taboo not just to question it, but to feel sad when you lost something to the hole. You couldn't say you missed it, or replace it too soon, the hole wanted you to not have it, you were so obviously wrong to miss it. You didn't just have to give to the hole, you had to understand that it was improving your life.

There was a movement of young people, who wanted to get rid of the hole. But it was too late by then, they had no other gods, no other spirits or creatures, and the hole was as large as a city block. And either way, the town police belonged to the hole now, and they would kill for it, and they would die for it. Some young rebels moved away. But most found themselves not being able to give up their family, their freinds, and their safety to fight the hole. So for a time they pretended to like it, and when you do something, and say something for long enough it can become your truth, and soon enough those who pretended to live the hole truly did love it.

And soon there was no music or movies that the hole didn't approve of. Everyone followed the hole's rules. And everyone loved the hole so dearly and so brightly. They couldn't imagine a town without a hole. When they thought of other towns they imagined that they must have had holes too, and every idea of a place without it was sad and depressing. And as the hole was then a quarter of the size of the town, it was hungry, and demanded not just things but flesh. And people happily gave, it would be weird to not want to give. They gave eyes, ears, teeth, testicles, tounges, fingers and toes and hands and feet and arms and legs. And they didn't miss their body parts at all. And when one day the hole demanded people jump in, and give their lives to it, they didn't mind or question at all, it didn't feel like death, and nobody missed that they weren't there.

And now, in the dark woods, there is a hole where a town used to be. It has eaten the entire the thing, every last inch and citizen of it. It is not satisfied. But it has grown all that it could. And one must wonder if the hole is lonely now, or if it knows that it has done all it ever hoped to.

One of CERNs plasma wakefield accelerators.

Reblog for Namjoon’s birthday! 🎉🎉

Worlds Collide

Author: @sabiekay

Pairing: Magic User! Namjoon & Normal Human! Reader (Platonic/Friendship)

Rating: PG

Genre: Magic AU, Coworkers AU, Fluff

Trigger Warnings: Vague mention of a magical fight/attack, mention of spiders

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You thought you knew your coworker Namjoon, the charismatic and kind assistant manager of The Written World. But that was before you were attacked by people casting magic spells, and the bookstore both of you worked at suddenly turned into a war zone within seconds.

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if I’ll expand on this little drabble down the line. If I do, it might be another drabble like this. It’s actually a re-worked version of an old non-fanfic story I literally wrote on my phone’s note app years ago, and decided it would be perfect for Namjoon!

READ HERE!!!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33806563

Thank you so much for reading! It was fun exploring this little magic world for a bit. And it’s here just in time for Namjoon’s birthday!

Mausoleum

The only thing as consistent in this world as the sin of human beings is the inevitability of my death and the dust of my forgotten bones. Through the many ages my bones have turned to dust behind the protection of stone, been worn by the weight of the dirt that pressed down on them and been burned to ash on many a pyre. My skull sits, bejeweled and gilded beneath the altar of a Cathedral in Europe. Somewhere, I know, lost to me in the shuffle, is an arrow carved from one of my tibias sitting in a velvet case in a museum. I still remember the day I dug it up, with a shovel and my bare skin, holding the sharp edges in my palm and running my thumb over the divots worn by time. It had been many years since I held a relic of my life and as the bone warmed in my palm, I felt those long forgotten sensations dust themselves off in my chest; the feeling of the kohl rimming my eyes, silk sliding over the skin of my thighs, the desert sun kissing my collarbones.

The only thing as present as my death is his own. It has happened more times than I can recall in this age though, some of my sharpest memories are often those littered with my own agony; as I see him finally, my lost companion, marching along the front lines of my army before the slaughter. I can so crisply recall the soft strands of his hair soaked in blood, body littered with wounds on the steps of a great building, surrounded by traitors. Some deaths are even more agonizing as I miss them entirely. Hearing about it from an advisor, reading about it in a book, the newspaper. A new memory, not greyed by the act of distant remembrance, often plays before my eyes as I drift off to sleep; standing before an exhibit as people mill around me, mothers corralling their children, teenagers huddled together as they shuffle past, and me, looking up at him for the first time with my new eyes.

He was smiling in the picture, arms thrown around two other men as they stood before a car, a 1932 Ford Model 18 V8 read the small plaque below the picture. His dark hair was slicked back beneath a top hat, and his coat was fitted to his lean frame. I was so transfixed; I did not realize I had stepped forward and placed my hand on the glass of the photo until a guard sternly asked me to take a step back. The moment was distinct, when the world came rushing back to me and a sharp pang took over my chest when I realized it, when I knew it in my soul. I had missed him entirely. It happened from time to time, when the only way we knew of one another was through a history book or a passing mention from a stranger. I was only eleven when I listened through the crack in the door of my father’s court as his advisor told him the tale of the Great King who had died in Babylon, as was prophesied. Not even the muddled understanding of my youth could keep me from the crushing loneliness of knowing, in my soul, that I would be utterly alone through my life.  

The memories come slowly at first, a morbid understanding of a wisdom beyond my years is often recognized by those around me, though considered the quirk of my personality. At some point, an understanding settled in me to hold those memories close to my heart as the smell of smoke still burned the inside of my nose from time to time, the echo of my charred flesh shaking me from my slumber. I think, sometimes, that I can hear the timber of his screams paired with taste of ash in my mouth. I singed myself once with a candle; I watched the blood drain from his face as he cradled my burned skin and he wept. It was clear that our shared memory was much sharper, in his mind, than my vague impressions. There are many stories we cannot bear to tell the other that haunt the space behind our eyes. At some point he stopped looking at fire the same way and still, he has yet to understand why when he turns his head to the side, just so, tears slide down my cheeks as I see him sprawled on the dirt, neck broken as my husband towers over him in a foreign land.

Sometimes, warming ourselves in the light of a fire, the night settled around us where no prying ears could hear we would fill in the gaps of each other’s forgotten experience. The name of our first born child, the war we fled from, the court he presided over, the last name he wore. Our own names were long forgotten along with the life they lived, a sad but relieving tragedy in the face of our endless existence.

His favorite story was that of his time as one king or another, the kingdom forgotten in the cracks of his memory, but he could still remember the sweet smell of my hair as I poured wine into his goblet. He had never noticed a servant before yet found himself slowly lifting my trembling chin. His mouth had stretched into a grin when our eyes met and he often teased that his first thought was that of triumph to finally be the towering authority to my submission after so many moments standing before my many thrones age after age.

My favorite tale is always that of the wide set of his eyes as he was introduced to the visiting sister of a fellow priest as we stood on the steps of a great cathedral. His surprise was so great, he tripped on his way down the steps and landed in a heap before the hem of my skirts. I would always tease him for how he could barely make eye contact with me once he righted himself and he would defend himself with a scoff and a waving of his hands. How was an old soul in the body of a young man supposed to react when he realized how sorely he regretted taking his holy orders not even months prior as he was now faced with his lost love.

Our journeys to finding one another were mostly a waiting for fate, which we both had decided must exist, and would lead us together eventually. Though, the fear was always there of when, and how, and if that meeting would happen, our hope scarred by many missed opportunities. In the meantime, how were we supposed to live our lives? Sometimes the waiting would be too much, and our indifference would grow as our years passed in one life or another. One cannot cease living to wait for the companionship of another and the years after that realization were often better for it, and the meeting if it did come, was a gift more sweet.

One of my favorite pass times is reading about him, those details I don’t know or the people I missed entirely. Only years prior, I even wrote a thesis in my senior year of university on the phenomena of prohibition crime, inspired by that picture; the smirk on his lips, the gun in his pocket, looking the ever suave American gangster. I hope to remember my work by the next time I see him so I can ask him my curious questions. He will most likely tease me for being so obsessive as to write a thesis on him. Though, he’ll quickly blush when I mention the multiple volumes he wrote on a past queendom, by hand, when Gutenberg was but a young man.

In this life, however, my love for his past life is, I am beginning to see, a veiled acceptance. A hope that, if I dig enough, he will appear. If I just walk through the museum hall one more time he will be standing before that picture, waiting. I have yet to learn, once again, that waiting will only lead me to an agony too deep to encounter.

I hope, in the meantime, to leave something behind for him as I am now, so that when fate eventually brings him to stand in a museum hall, or see the names on a wall of alumni, or maybe read my name under the authorship of a paper handed to him by his professor, there will be something there to comfort him, to give him, until we see one another again.

(s.m.)

Unseen

There are some great magic ideas that you could do more with. If the creators of this show said they are making narrative podcasts off of this world it would fly to the top of my to do list. This show, stories, podcast? I am going to call it a show. This show has a wide variety of magic from several fantasy races, stores, and folks. Each episode is about 40 to 50 minutes and at no point did I think that my time was wasted. There are episodes that shine brighter than the rest but all of them can stand on their own. Each episode is voiced by one person similar to the magnus archives but if i am remembering correctly it is only ever that one person. Some are spoken letters, others are a person talking to another but i don't think we hear them. The first episode never ending circles I think shows the ideas of the show in spades. Go listen to this podcast. I give it an A rank

Valence

There are alot of things that I think hold it down from being a flagship podcast that everyone listens to. And those things seem to not hold others back from liking this. I am not saying that I do not like this podcast, I don't listen to podcasts I don't like. Before I tell you about the things I don't like about it I will sing its praises. Valence does rather well in making all of the action of its characters make sense i never did not understand what was going on in the story, the system of magic is fairly simple, the halo is rather genius, and not to side with the villain the halo has its positives, i feel that they did not take it to its natural end. I am guessing that maybe 25% of that world has magic if you push it, maybe 50% as they show it as a marginalized group. Now to speak on its down sides. The flow of their conversations are a bit stunted and does not sound natural, that is my main gripe with it other than the dog water pet names of the main characters. They speak on some interesting topics but to me it does not feel like they took it to its end. hug house productions has another show that i find interesting but will not be talking about as it has a lot of the same issues as Valence, every time i say it out loud i feel like i say the name wrong 

I think folks on tumblr will like this podcast 

Kafka On the Shore - a book review

this was a very interesting read to say the very least. it was quite enjoyable and it leaves a lot of things for one to think about after they're done. i am not sure how i interpret the events that took place, seeing as some of them are realistic yet some of them are not, but, for now at least, i think that this entire story took place in a non-dream reality. this was all real in whatever universe it took place in. aside from its peculiar and weird general plot, i love the way that the characters were written. they all had something in them that did not affect the main plot line but it made them so human-like and that is why i truly appreciated the characters. in addition to all of these points, something that truly amazes me about this book and generally translated book is that the words i was reading are not written how they usually are. i mean by this that usually when things get translated, the translation cannot capture the beauty of the original words written by the author in the media's original language. it was something that added on to my enjoyment and liking to this book. anyway, i really recommend this book. though some people might find it confusing and boring.   spoilers:  i have seen many people who read this book saying that they didn't find any morale or any lesson learned from the story or something similar to that, i disagree. this book teaches you many things, one of which is to never get too attached to the past. i mean, look what it did to miss saeki. after her lover died, she was no longer alive. maybe physically she was alive but not mentally. she lost her will to live and just carried on as a emotionless living being. there are also many other lessons learned but this one is the one that stood out to me the most