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singguks · 1 year

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the unbearable lightness of being ✩ knj

✩ FIRST CHAPTER OF EVERYTHINGOES

which includes... fluff and slice of life content ⏤ 822 words.

━━━━━ NEXT !

in which... he feels the heavy weight of his routine and serendipity goes his way !

Spring was turning around the corner and somehow Namjoon’s life felt dull and bloomless still.

He had been strolling aimlessly all Saturday, thinking if he should take a break from his job starting Monday. Or maybe just run away from his manager for a while. Do something else with his life. Go to another country, and live a brand new adventure. That’s how he came to know the little vintage library tucked on the corner of a busy street—because of his equally busy brain and restless feet.

There was no one inside besides him, a kind-eyed grandpa behind the counter, a calico cat, and tons of dusty books—just how Namjoon liked them. And yet the books weren’t what he felt pulled toward to inspect.

On top of two piles that were flooding the floor, there was a ham radio. The aged equipment had a collection of space stickers adorning it which only contributed to filling Namjoon’s brain with nostalgia and fond memories. A long time ago, when he was still a kid, he got to know about the existence of such a radio. Later on, it resulted in tons of questions about its functioning, something that his Physics teacher was eager to provide the answers to.

He heard the old man clearing his throat snapping him off his down-to-memory-lane trance. “If you like it so much I’m more than happy to see it go.”

Namjoon had to double-check on the smiley grandpa behind the old wooden structure. It was a fact that he would be glad to display the device around his house next to the art he collected… It was inspiration after all. Something to connect him with his inner child, even if the equipment wouldn’t work anymore. But not a week ago his mom teased about his house looking like a science fair museum and he wouldn’t want to contribute to that statement. “How much for it?” he asks while pondering and the elder dismisses his offer, going around on the counter.

“Oh no. That one isn’t priced,” he said as he approached with some difficulty. “I would be glad to see it go to a new home after so many years!”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks and then looks at the device. “It’s a relic now, sure, and that’s why it should have its price…” he regarded, feeling bad to take the offer without paying something to the old man.

The grandpa let out a chuckle, eyeing him with fondness. “And that is precisely why I’m giving it to you.” he continued with a look that told Namjoon he had already lived plenty to know what he was talking about. “Everything goes, son. But it’s when you know the value of things that you are considered worthy enough to keep ‘em.” he gave Namjoon a gentle tap on his broad shoulders before turning around, “Take it. It was already yours, to begin with.”

Namjoon went home that Saturday with a ham radio underneath his arm and a little paper bag holding an old edition of The Unbearable Lightness Of Being by Milan Kundera. A book that he had already read many times before but upon the gentleness of that stranger, it seemed the right thing to do or the right price to repay.

✩ April 7, 2018

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“Can someone hear me? Hello?”

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“Ugh. I swear this will never work…”

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“Um… Hello?”

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“Oh, my God! Hi! Can you hear me? Is this real?”

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“Uh… Yes? I can hear you”

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“Thank heavens! It’s been a week already. I couldn’t pick up anyone’s frequency…”

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“I’m Hyori by the way!”

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“Hello?”

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“Sorry! Uhm, yeah, nice to meet you! But uh… What do you mean by anyone’s frequency?”

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“You do this regularly? Like a channel or something?”

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“Oh gosh, no. *laughs* I’m currently developing something for the company I work with, that’s why the radio.”

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“A friend of mine suggested it since I need the opinion of strangers… He said this is how he did a survey back in college, so I thought… Let’s risk it!”

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“Wouldn’t it be easier doing it the obvious way? Don’t get me wrong! I like the effort *laughs*”

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“I thought about the newspaper as well but I don’t know, the idea seemed gnarly…”

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“What’s your name again?”

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“*soundly laughter* you’re funny!”

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“And I’m Namjoon.”

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“Namjoon… I like it! Nice to meet you, now officially”

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“Same!”

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“Listen, I really gotta run but um… If it’s not asking much, would you please tune in at this frequency tomorrow? It would literally save my life!”

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“It’s just some silly questions about routines really… Please?”

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“I mean… Yeah, sure. I see you when I see you or…?”

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“What? Nevermind- Are you sure? Can I count on you?”

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“Yes, *chuckles* you can”

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“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! This is stellar!”

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“Are you ok with tomorrow by, umm, 4 o’clock?”

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“I’ll be waiting.”

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kimtaesss · 2 years

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ROOMMATES | KTH (on hold)

Summary: You thought your life was going well, yet that all changes when you caught your boyfriend cheating. Now, not only do you have a broken heart, but you’re also without a place to stay. It’s a good thing your brother has a friend in desperate need of a roommate. Well…maybe not so good.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader ; Namjoon x reader

Authors note: I originally had this as a regular written story, but I thought it might work better as an smau. It definitely requires more thought, cause I am NOT funny but I really wanted to try this out!! So here’s a Taehyung smau, and a work in progress!! That is until I come up with things to say :)

intros:

→ y/n’s: the loser squad

→ taehyung’s: the trio

→ one: he cheated???

→ two:

→ three:

→ four:

→ five:

→ six:

…… work in progress

taglist: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @bambamsthings @kimxhanbin131 @btsbangers @belovedsthings @got7usernames @taessspart2 @jaxavance @sukunasrealgf @bjoriis @bloodline1632 @pb-n-juju @taebangtanbabe

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sukunasrealgf · 9 months

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IN NEED OF GENSHIN, , BNHA, HAIKYUU, BTS , OR JJK SMAUSSS PLZ IM LITERALLY SO BORED😘😘😘🥲🥲 I HAVE SCROLLED ON THE DIFFERENT SMAU TAGS AND I SWEAR IVE READ THEM ALL AUGHHHHH

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writersdare · 10 months

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You Did Everything Right | BTS SMAU

Pairing: BTS x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: best friend!BTS are comforting Y/N for making a difficult decision.

Warning: hurt/comfort, mentioning of food

Author’s Note: My first SMAU for BTS ♡ I actually really enjoyed writing it, and I hope these little messages will give you some comfort. The backstory: Y/N quit a job that made them anxious, however, it's not mentioned in the texts so you can apply any backstory you want. Requests are open ♡

RM & Jin

Suga & J-Hope & Jimin

V & Jungkook

All stories are original and written by me. Do not copy, trace and post anywhere without permission and credit. The stories are fictional, they do not correspond to reality and written just for fun ♡

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bts-reveries · 1 year

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feelings | 27

(photos in the end!)

It was the last night of your little friendship-camping trip. You and the boys have said your good nights and went into your separate tents. Jungkook was actually the first to go to bed, he said he was really tired and wanted to sleep more. The boys didn’t question him as the eight of you have had a long, yet fun, day. Starting the morning off with a hike and exploring the area throughout the rest of the day.

It was Namjoon’s idea. You learned that he loved nature and was very eager to talk about different plants and animals you saw along the way.

Anyways, Jungkook used up every ounce of his energy today and knocked out early.

You stepped into your tent, zipping it close and got ready for bed. It was colder tonight, you kept your fluffy jacket on and slipped into your sleeping bag. Reaching behind for the blanket you threw to the corner of your tent this morning.

You place the blanket on top of you, twisting and turning to get yourself comfortable.

When suddenly you felt your tent shake. Your eyes grew wide and you froze.

As far as you knew, the boys were all in their tents asleep. Or at least attempting to go to sleep. Namjoon did tell you all that there are some animals roaming around at night and to leave them if you ever encounter one. But he didn’t tell you what to do if they ever got near your tent.

You sit up, looking at the front of your tent when you see the zipper slowly going down. You jolt when a head pops in.

You sigh, frowning at the person smiling at you.

“Jungkook!” You whisper. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He laughs as he enters your tent, dragging his sleeping bag in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep,” you ask him as he settles himself next to you.

“I had to tell my hyungs that so I can sneak in here without them knowing,” he says, slipping into his sleeping bag and turning to his side to face you. “It’s our last night, I want to wake up next to you before we get back to campus.”

“That’s really cute of you,” you say, reaching out and caressing his cheek. He smiles softly at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. He kisses you softly, reaching out to pull you even closer.

After a few seconds, you pull away, leaning your forehead on his.

“If the boys wake up before us and sees you leaving my tent, they’re going to think we–”

He stops you with another kiss.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave before they get up,” he says. “Plus, it’s just an innocent sleepover. I just want to cuddle.” He scoots in closer to you, wrapping his arms around and pulling you into his chest.

“Where are the maknaes?” Jin says, rubbing his arms for warmth as he sits down next to Yoongi. They were heating up some breakfast before you all get packed up to head back to campus.

“Still asleep,” Yoongi says, warming up his hands with his cup of coffee. Taehyung groggily walks up to Jungkook’s tent, zipping it down and popping his head in.

“He’s not in here,” he says, walking back to the group. “Maybe he went to go to the bathroom or something.”

“What about Yn, is she still asleep?” Hobi says, walking up to your tent.

“Yn,” he calls, shaking your tent a bit. “Are you in there? We have breakfast, come eat,” he says, before walking away. Jimin passes by him and pulls on the zipper of your tent. He pokes his head in, smirking when he pulls it out and turns to the rest of the boys.

“I found Jungkook,” he says, zipping it back close and running to the group. Jin sighs, shaking his head before getting up to go check what was up.

He pulls the zipper down and goes inside, sitting right behind Jungkook.

“YAH,” he yells suddenly. Instantly waking the two of you up. You wake up in fear while Jungkook brings his head up in confusion. His arms were still around yours and you lift your head up from his chest.

“What did I say about sharing a tent!” Jin scolds. “You two better not have done anything last night!” You can hear Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi giggling outside. Namjoon was saying something to Yoongi in the back but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“We didn’t do anything, we just slept,” Jungkook says, pulling his arm out from under you and stretching them out in front of him. “Just an innocent sleepover.”

“It better have been,” Jin says, narrowing his eyes at the two of you. “I’m not ready to be an uncle,” he says before getting up and stepping out of your tent.

“Oh but I am!” Jimin and Tae yell. Your eyes widened and suddenly you were wide awake.

“Hyung!” Jungkook says out of embarrassment. He throws the blanket over his head, pulling you close and hiding his head in your chest. You giggle, patting his head.

“I thought you were going to sneak out before any of them wake up,” you whisper down to him. You pull the blanket down to reveal his head and he brings his head up to look at you.

“I tried but I couldn’t get my arm out from under you, you were sleeping so peacefully.”

“So it’s my fault,” you say, lifting up an eyebrow. He nods his head, bringing it back down to hide his face from you. You roll your eyes at him, pulling away.

“Alright, let’s get up now. The boys are waiting.” Jungkook grabs your wrist as you're about to get out.

“Hey you still owe me that morning kiss,” he says, puckering his lips. You laugh, leaning towards him and holding his face from both sides of his cheeks.

“Mwuah,” you exaggerate, pressing your lips hard on his. “Come on, let’s go eat breakfast lover boy.”

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๑ part twenty-seven: innocent sleepover ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

a/n: i thought i’d be able to update more but a lot came up for school that i had to take care of and i wanted to post a lot for my birthday month (last month) but couldn’t :( i did a lot of thinking and i’m still going to post, but i’m not sure if i should continue this series (for now?) i don’t know yet. but i’ll update you guys if anything. thanks for sticking around! i’ll start on the epilogue for this au now, i know the ending kinda sucks, which is why i feel the need to take time off of this au series (more than i have already taken asdfghjk)

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oftenderweapons · 5 months

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Three Sugars | Ch. 5 Facepalm.

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#three sugars #namjoon smau #seokjin smau #taehyung smau #bts smau #bts blog #bts fanfiction

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wolfvmin · 2 years

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사랑: time for love [masterlist]

pairing: ot7xreader (platonic), ??? x reader, bts x female oc, bts member x bts member genre: romance, fluff, humor, strangers to lovers, angst, mystery, platonic friendships type: social media au / smau warnings: to be specified in chapters summary: Wanting a new wave in your monotonous life, you sign up for an online dating game that puts you in a group chat of 12 with complete strangers. You have 30 days to find love, will you succeed? note: i was tired of studying and editing is kinda therapy for me so i did this. let me know if you're interested. this is inspired by the otome game "picka: 30 days to fall in love."

tentative starting date: october 2022

Day 00: The Announcement Day 01 Day 02 more coming soon

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minologistt · 1 year

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• 2 : i’m on to you

a/n : throwing a twist in so i can have an open mind later 💁‍♀️

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#jimin fanfic #taehyung smau #namjoon smau #hobi fanfic #yoongi smau #jin smau #jungkook smau #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 9 months

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Asking best friend!BTS for a divorce

Warnings : mentions of divorce, gender neutral but mentions of having kids

A/N : I'm still in the process of moving but I had this in my drafts and figured I'd post it ! Starting in August I will be posting fake texts again, so look out for more coming your way soon 💕 Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed 🥰

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#bts imagine #bts x reader #bts au #bts smau #bts fake texts #bts #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon x reader #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader

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yeoja-dream · 3 months

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Found/Fated/Forever

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: BTS OT7 x Reader Genre: Fantasy, eventual smut, porn with plot, slow burn, hurt/comfort Characters: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Jungkook, Supernatural!Reader Content Warning: Y/N in danger Word Count: 3.6k

Jungkook’s vision went white and he felt the air pulled out of his lungs as in a flash, he was again in the hospital room, Namjoon hovered worryingly over your body. He looked up as you arrived, obvious relief relaxing his features as his eyes landed on Baba Yena.

“Baba Yena,” Namjoon greeted with a bow. “I was only able to do a cursory search, but her kind isn’t listed or documented in any infernal records I was able to get my hands on.”

“Of course, because she is not from the hells, my child.” Baba Yena said, walking to your bedside, and shooing him away. “She is indeed a rare sight to behold, but you will have to ask her about her heritage, she has taken considerable lengths to conceal it.”

“So you will save her?” Namjoon asked, hopeful.

“Yes, horned one. Your mate has sacrificed sufficiently, and this child has suffered greatly as it is. It is not yet her time to die.” Baba Yena said, beginning to pull several black, oily drawing implements as well as a bottle of bright blue, glowing liquid.

Without much regard for the others standing in the room, Baba Yena began unceremoniously undressing your body, causing both the men in the room to turn their gaze elsewhere. Perhaps in a different time or context, it would be embarrassing, exciting perhaps, but they felt it perverse to see you unclothed in such a state. Fully nude, Baba Yena began using the black, oily, drawing implements to draw intricate symbols all over your body.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, back still turned.

“Her body is too weak to house her soul, so it is lost somewhere in the Astral Sea. The water from the Elu Spring in the Fey Wild will heal and strengthen her body. The markings are the spell that will call her soul back to her body.”

With that, Baba Yena sat you up, popping the cork of the blue liquid, and carefully poured it down your throat. Immediately, your almost grey skin flushes with color, and your rapid, shallow breaths begin to even out. Namjoon watched the monitor carefully, breathing a sigh of relief as your heart rate became stronger and faster too. Baba Yena then closed her eyes, extending her arms out straight, palms down. Her palms began to glow with a bright, white light, and as they glowed, so did the markings on your body. Baba Yena’s face scrunched with concentration. “Come on, child. It is not yet time to go.”

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You came to, opening your eyes, rubbing them harshly as to clear your blurred vision. You feel yourself to be weightless, immediately, as if floating on water. All around you, horizon to horizon, were breathtakingly vibrant and clear night skies, completely lit up with stars and nebula as far as the eye could see. Below, was a massive and never-ending sea of the purest, molten silver, opaque and mirror-like, the gentle waves that broke the surface capturing the starlight with such luster you wondered for a moment if the water had been made of the cosmos, perhaps from the tears of the other stars, crying for the fallen.

It didn’t exactly take a scholar to figure out you had found yourself in the Astral Plane, the plane souls found themselves in before continuing onto an afterlife fitting of whomever they worshiped in life. Legend has it that the Astral Sea is what waters the Tree of Life, and drinking from its waters will grant you all knowledge and power akin to a God in your own right. Others said those with enough hubris or guts to try are simply driven stark raving mad, cursed to roam the endless abyss with nothing but the voices in their head to keep them company. Considering that you had yet to hear of a God exalted by this water, you were more inclined to believe the latter.

How the fuck did I get to the astral realm? You asked yourself, anxiety and panic prickling at your skin. You combed through your memories, you woke up, got dressed, had breakfast, and… you hit a wall. You try to push forward, but the more you do so, the more your brain shoots with pain. Something or someone was blocking you from remembering something important, and you judged. Whether or not that was simply a symptom of the situation you found yourself in or a direct action taken by someone, you had yet to discern.

There was at least one thing you knew about the Astral Plane, that in order to travel it, you only had to think, to will yourself in one direction or the other. You started by willing yourself into the vertical, upright position with the sea 10 meters below. What you did not know, however, was how magic functioned in this plane. The first obvious solution was to attempt to plane shift back to your reality, but when you mentally cast your consciousness out looking for laylines to dip into, you couldn’t find any. You willed yourself forward then, continuing the mental search.

Time in the Astral worked differently than in the prime material plane. There was no day or night, time simply did not pass, so it was impossible to gauge how long you truly spent looking, but you only stopped when your head throbbed from the exertion. Could it be possible that the Astral had no laylines? Or perhaps your magic had been cut off somehow, rendering you blind to any laylines that might exist? If that was the case, had you actually died? The thought raised your blood pressure.

Without the ability to dip into the magic, you were certainly not plane-shifting out of this shitty situation. You patted yourself down and only now realized that you were entirely without your personal effects, now wearing a rough spin, off-white tunic, brown pants of the same fabric, and a pair of worn leather boots. More importantly, without your stuff, you had returned to your true form. The realization was not helping the actually dead theory. You willed yourself forward, hoping to run into another soul, maybe someone who could help you figure this situation out.

You floated for what felt like years, decades. You didn’t need to eat or sleep, and with no time reference, the monotony alone would drive anyone mad, you didn’t even need to drink the seawater, you decided. Sometimes you saw people, mostly in the distance, however, and when you’d try to call their attention, they would flee like their lives depended on it. Other times the Sea itself would open up, portals of different shades of light would flash, dropping off newly departed souls, or more often, yanking an older soul into one afterlife or another. No one spoke to one another, and certainly no one spoke to you. That is, until mercifully, you hear your voice called by a friendly male voice behind you.

“Y/N?” The voice called out. The tone was friendly and definitively male, but there was a quality about the timbre that called out to something deeper and forgotten inside of you. You turned around hesitantly, seeing a tall, human man in his 20s. His hair was curly, his features dark and his skin a tanned olive. There was a familiarity to his look, and as he approached closer, it finally clicked.

“Fareed?!” You asked with a mixture of shock and surprise.

“Long time no see!” He said with a friendly wave.

When you had first escaped from the Fey Wild, Fareed was your first friend as a young child. Fareed was a bubbly but fearless kid whose hobbies appropriately included talking to strangers and jumping off the highest places he could find. He often slipped extra portions of his lunch out of the house, but you always suspected his mom knew and was giving him too much food deliberately. His fearlessness got him taken away far too young, and when our country began conscripting soldiers for some war in some faraway land, he was the first to volunteer. We received news of his passing only one month later.

To see him in his current state, alive, well, and sane choked you up and you found yourself fighting back tears.

“It’s Y/N! I must look considerably different now than when you last saw me.” You said gesturing to your true self. “Why are you still here?” You asked. Fareed had died at least 200 years ago, and you had always hoped that he was living it up in some cushy afterlife.

“I could recognize your energy from across all the planes.” He said with a light laugh. “The Astral has guardians and protectors like any other plane,” He explained. “I dedicated my afterlife to guiding and protecting the lost souls that wander here, and when it is time for them to pass on, I help them find that passage.”

“That sounds like an incredibly noble cause and absolutely something you would do,” You said with a laugh.

“Speaking of which,” He began, “I have gotten a sudden influx of souls complaining about a weird, noisy soul wandering around, harassing folks. Which, in turn, leads me to you. What are you doing here, you don’t seem dead?” He asked.

“About that,” you sighed “I woke up here and I can’t remember how or why I got here, and I would have simply teleported back but I can’t seem to use my magic.”

“That is strange, considering that the Astral Plane is incredibly magically potent, equally if not more so than the Fey Wild.” He stated. “Come here and let me touch your forehead, let me see if I can’t get this sorted for you.”

You willed yourself closer to him, and in response, he stuck his hand out, fingers tented, and placed them on your forehead. You feel nothing, but you watch Fareed’s eyes dart around rapidly, making negative vocalizations. After a moment, he drops his hand and focuses his vision back on you.

“Life certainly hasn’t been very kind to you, Y/N, and for that, I want to express my condolences.”

“Fareed the years have made you so well-spoken!” You exclaim with a laugh. “Thank you.” You said, more seriously.

“You have a powerful curse on you, but I think you already knew that. It is strange but refreshing to see your true form.” He stated. You nodded in confirmation as he continued, “You are not dead. You almost died. That is how you ended up here. Someone extremely powerful wanted you to forget what happened to you, so they blocked your memory and your magic. Fortunately, I am also someone extremely powerful and I was able to remove the block, but not the curse on you as a whole. That is a complicated and difficult endeavor not even I can do.”

With that information, you think back again, this time with crystal clear acuity. You remember the club, rescuing the woman, meeting Jungkook, his preposition. You remember being in his embrace, heat and lust and euphoria taking over every one of your senses, you remember begging him not to stop despite fading away slowly, and then darkness.

“I think I have a soulmate, Fareed.” You breathed.

“I am inclined to agree. All things do.”

“He has mates already though, 6 of them!” You exclaimed.

“Then you also have 6 additional mates,” Fareed said matter of factly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t even know those people.”

Fareed cocked an eyebrow at you. “Y/N, do you know how soulmates work?”

“Love and magic and shit, no?” You asked with a shrug.

“Not quite,” Fareed explained. “Souls as most people like to refer to them are actually called Fragments. They are the broken-up pieces of Soulias. When the gods created all sentient living things, they made a center of power, into which they put all knowledge, power, emotion, experience, and condition, and they named that power center Soulia. The problem occurred when the gods tried to plant these Soulias into vessels, the power would overwhelm the vessel and tear it apart, and the ones strong enough to withstand were monstrous creatures of pain, chaos, and violence. The Gods decided to fracture the Soulias. The larger Fragments would go into the vessels they were creating, and the smaller Shards, remnants of the fracturing process, would go into all other living creatures. Fracturing also ensured that no two vessels would live an identical life and that only true harmony could be attained when you shared your piece, your life, your soul, with others around you. It was usually convenient to break the Soulia into two, so often you will see soul mates in pairs of two. But for larger Soulias, smaller Fragments are needed, so it is broken up into smaller pieces, so soulmate groups of more than two are certainly possible. The Soulia inside the vessel will spend its whole life pining after its other pieces. Many people never find their true other half, but a good deal will find love nonetheless and find satisfaction in that. Many here found their Shards in life inside beloved plants and animals.”

“I never knew all that,” You stared at him mouth agape. “So my soul, fragment, fits in with all of theirs?” You ask, gripping at your chest.

“Precisely.”

“What happens when all the parts of a Soulia are bought together?” You asked.

“Well, as I said before, the fracturing process is extremely imperfect, and in the creation of Fragments, a great number of shards are also produced, so getting every part of a Soulia back together is practically impossible. You can, however, tie the pieces together somewhat, bonding or mating as you likely know it, which affords all persons a metaphysical line to one another. Through that line, you can pick up on how your partner is feeling, you can send short messages or emotional sentiments. If they allow you in, you can enter their mind, they can share memories with you as they saw them, and they can allow you to feel exactly how they feel, understand how they actually think. It is a powerful connection, and allows for deeper intimacy and connection possible by other non-soulmate or non-bonded pairs.”

“That sounds… intrusive.” You mumble, arms crossed.

“It can be, but everything is done with the consent of both parties. You can ignore the call of your mate down the bond, even after you’ve let them in you can push them out of your mind at any time, and you can block anyone from entering. Just takes a little practice.”

You frown at that, “It sounds like you are selling it to me.”

“I guess you could say that I am. You seem upset, why? Most people are delighted to meet a soulmate.”

“I’m mad that my soulmate almost killed me, I’m mad that I have a soulmate, I’m mad that I have 7 soul mates. I’m mad that I’ve lived the last 50 years of my life in relative solitude because I was sick and tired of getting fucked over and suddenly 7 of potentially the deepest and most intimate connections a living thing can experience is dropped onto my lap so yeah, color me upset! I can’t do loss anymore, Fareed. It’s too painful.”

He looked you up and down, contemplatively. “If I may, one old friend to another?”

You nod in response.

“Look around and tell me what you see.” He said, making a wide sweeping gesture.

“I see endless and endless nothing dotted with lonely, lost souls, hoping that someday they’ll be called to something better.”

“Time may not pass in the Astral, but what I quickly learned is that this is the summation of a human life, Y/N. They live, and most days are bleak, boring, and mundane. Occasionally, another lonely soul will cross their path, and for a time, they find comfort in one another. Ultimately, they part, and at the end of it all, they pass on hoping that whatever next is someplace better, and yet for many this is what they have to look forward to.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you are getting at, Fareed.”

“You have lived a long, brilliant life Y/N, many times longer than many of the souls that wander here. You have suffered more than much more than many of these souls, but you have been gifted the chance to love and be loved much more than many of these souls. So go, Y/N. Set yourself free from grief, worry, and suspicion. Do not shy away from love for fear of pain, love despite it, and love fiercely and unapologetically. When you are called to join us here again, come with joy in your heart from a life fearlessly spent, or be doomed to eternity searching the silver sea for your salvation. You are your own salvation.”

You pursed your lips tightly, looking down at the Astral Sea as you processed his words.

“It isn’t that easy,” You began, your voice wavering.

“For you, it won’t be,” He admitted. “It is true some come into this world full of light and for whom trust and love come easy. But for those who have been hurt as you have, it is going to be hard. Just because things are hard doesn’t mean they aren’t worth doing or that they are bad for us.”

“You know what I am, what I am made of. You see the ticking bomb I am, and yet you insist I allow people to get close to me to what... hurt as many as I can? I will never be free, Fareed. They will chase me to the ends of time and take from me what they feel they are owed. We both know that.” You finish your rant, a single tear running down your cheek. As you do so, a bright white portal opens on the top of the Astral Sea, slowly dragging you closer and closer to its event horizon.

“It seems our time together has run out,” Fareed said. “If you would allow me to leave you with a parting thought before you go. The only memories they blocked from you were of him. They wanted you to forget him so desperately they blocked your magic essentially confining you to a realm where they would never be able to touch you again. That is worth considering.”

As your feet began to hit the portal, Fareed grabbed your hand holding it close.

“Make the world tremble at you, Y/N. I don’t want to see you here for a long, long time. Good luck-” The end of the word was clipped as your vision went white, your hearing went silent, and like you were being flushed down a toilet, you felt yourself being yanked at lightning speed by your feet, and suddenly everything was again dark.

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Baba Yena pulled up her arms suddenly, and in response, your body involuntarily arched. When doing so, you let out a sudden, loud gasp, causing all present to breathe a small sigh of relief to themselves too.

“The child was very deep, so it took me a while to find her.” Baba Yena said, redressing you in a spare hospital bed and tucking you in gently. “Both of you,” She said, turning to the men who had huddled together for comfort during the spell. “Kneel.”

They looked at each other, but rather than piss off a supremely powerful being who just did you a massive favor, the pair concede, sinking to the floor on their knees. Once in position, Baba Yena approached the pair. While kneeling, Baba Yena was at eye level with the boys. She approached Jungkook first.

Thwack! She cracked him across the skull with a walking cane. “What are you doing bleeding girls dry like you're some poor changling with no control of their thirst? You are over 200 years old, act your age! You had no business testing out a connection you had no idea if you could control without supervision.” Baba Yena scolded him thoroughly.

“And you,” Thwack! This time she cracked Namjoon over the skull with the cane. “What the hell kind of doctor are you? You were in such a rush to do nothing you didn’t stop to see the blinding, gold amulet that she wears? The very same type you and several of your mates wear? If he almost killed her, you were signing the death certificate with your negligence ink. You ought to be ashamed.” She finished, brushing nothing off her petticoat, and gathering her things to leave.

“She will wake in 3 days fully rested and back to full health. There will come a time when she has questions about herself, and when she does, find me. Until then, leave me alone. You kids have caused me enough trouble as it is. Oh and, be careful with that one. She has been through enough.” And with that, she flourishes the very same cane, vanishing.

The silence that hangs in the air after Baba Yena leaves is long and heavy, but mixed with relief as the pair approach both sides of your bed, staring at your sleeping form. It was amazing how starkly opposite you looked now to even just an hour before, knocking on death’s door.

“I think you have a lot of explaining to do, Kook.”

“Later,” The younger one pleaded. “I just want to sit here for a little while.”

“Later.” Namjoon agreed, excusing himself. Not but 20 minutes later, he found himself back in the room, second chair and laptop in hand. Jungkook was too guilt-ridden to say it, but he was immensely grateful for the company. He hoped you were too.

_____________________________________________ Tags @luvlykyy ---------------------------------------------------------- Big lore dump this chapter! Some of you may be noticing some inspiration from DnD to lend me some framework for world-building! That is absolutely true, but as I also mentioned I have been using it as a framework, and as such it may or may not veer violently off the Forgotten Realms cannon, so don't get too twisted about "Hey, that's not how that thing works!" It's just a work of fiction I'm writing for funsies at the end of the day so don't take it too seriously. I hope you are all enjoying~

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singguks · 1 year

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✩ EVERYTHINGOES ━━━━━━━ masterlist

PAIRING ! namjoon x fem! oc!

IN WHICH... namjoon discovers he is able to communicate with a mysterious stranger through a ham radio across time and their lives are forever changed !

━━━ A/N... dedicated to that special friend who is eternal when it comes to my heart. happiest day to you hyo, i love you now and throughout time ♡!

✩ WRITINGS !

Cambio Over and Out. ( ham radio operators )

00. The Unbearable Lightness Of Being ( 822 )

Ditto. ( ham radio chat )

01. Tomorrow at 4pm ( ?k )

Equal sign. ( ham radio chat )

02. One Is Bad, Two Is A Scam ( ?k )

Zero O'clock. ( ham radio chat )

03. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close ( ?k )

Everythingoes. ( ham radio article )

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jjunsolos · 29 days

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12. ; on my soul

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - profanity asf, jungkook being stubborn and immature, yn js not having it😭 lmk if i missed anything !

author’s note - im staying away frm writing for a while bc i cant write without taking 10 years to finish😭

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linos-luna · 10 months

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Fake 🥀🔪❣️

Yandere!Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: manipulation, Yandere, light smut, dirty talk, possessive behavior, gaslighting?

(F/n = friend’s name)

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“You can’t leave me, y/n… because you know I’ll always find you.”

These words made you shudder. Your boyfriend looked down at you as you sat on the bed. He was eerily calm as he said the vague threat.

“Joonie…” you sighed. “I-I don’t want to leave you but… but I just need some space.”

“I’m your boyfriend. Why would you need space?” He asked with a raised brow.

“You’re just a little too… possessive…” you said, looking down.

“What makes you say that?” Namjoon asked while standing over you. He was good at making you feel small.

“I-… well… when I’m with my friends you-…”

“Oh your friends?” He interrupted. “The ones that speak ill of you.”

“What? No—…”

“They’re not your friends, babygirl.” He said while shaking his head. “They talk bad about you all the time.”

“No they-…”

“They say, oh y/n is so stupid… and what a dumb slut…” Namjoon tried mimicking their voices and he can see that the words were affecting you.

“Joonie-…”

“And then! F/n tried sleeping with me.”

“What?!”

“Yeah and you know what I did?” Namjoon said with a smirk as he loomed over you. “Well… I thought maybe I’ll let her…”

Your heart was racing as he suddenly pinned you to the bed and got close to your ear.

“She wanted me to fuck her so bad…” he said with a smirk. “She wanted me to fuck her little pussy over and over and over….”

A tear rolled down your cheek before he lightly rubbed you over your shorts. You gasped at the feeling.

“Fake friend, am I right?” He chuckled as he unzipped your shorts and rubbed you over your panties.

“I could’ve fucked your friend and she would’ve kept it from you…”

You whined as he moved your underwear to the side to rub your bare clit.

“I could’ve fallen for her. I could leave you… all because of those fake friends you have.”

“J-joonie…” you moaned.

“See, you could leave at any point… but who would you go to? You’re friends? They hate you.”

More tears rolled down your cheeks as he rubbed you some more.

“They’d stab you in the back then leave you. Just like everyone else in your pathetic life.” He said bluntly before removing his hand from your pants.

You whimpered as your impending orgasm was denied and you sat up.

“Then you’d come running back to me or I’ll just find you…” He a devious smile as he knew these words were getting to you. “You’re so easy to track.”

You were feeling a mix of sad, hurt and fear. Would that really happen if you left? Why did your friends hate you so much? Why would she try getting with your boyfriend? Who would take care of you? Who would love you?

“Babygirl, I would track you down to the ends of the earth…” Namjoon said as he held your chin up up to look at him. “That’s how much I love you.”

A sense of relief hit you. He loves you! Maybe you were just overthinking things. He’s not possessive, just a protective boyfriend. The light threat was just his love, of course!

Namjoon smiled at you as he leaned in to kiss you and another tear rolled down your cheek as you kissed him back.

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bts-reveries · 2 years

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feelings | 23

(photos at the end)

You and Jungkook walked side by side in silence. He has his hands in his pocket, pouting, as he was thinking of what to say to you. You, on the other hand, twiddled with your fingers, staring at the ground as you two walked.

You have never felt this awkward with each other before.

Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence. He looks at you from the side.

“So,” he starts off. “Yoongi.” He turns his head to look at you. “He told me everything.” You slowly nod, turning to him.

“Hyejin told me too,” you say.

“Should… we talk about it?” Jungkook says slowly. You turn to look in front of you again. You sigh.

“Can we sit down somewhere first?”

You two found yourself sitting on a bench by the Han River.

“So the guys had this idea, the fake dating thing,” Jungkook explains to you, looking out onto the river. “Because they thought it would make you jealous or something and confess that you actually like me,” he laughs as he says this last part, turning to you. “I wasn’t so sure of doing it, but Hyejin and I became friends because of it and decided to trick the guys that their plan backfired. We didn’t think you’d actually think we liked each other. I really do just like you.”

You smile at this, taking your phone out from your back pocket.

“There’s a reason why the boys were so persistent about it,” you say, taking off your phone case and pulling out the paper you kept inside. You hand it to him.

Nervously.

You avoid eye contact as you put your case back on and he unfolds the piece of paper.

“I saw this the other week when we switched phones by accident,” he says to your surprise. “I was telling the guys that you used to keep stuff in there all the time when we were younger and I found this in there. I was wondering who you wrote it fo–”

“It was for you,” you interrupt. “I wrote that back in high school. I was going to give it to you during lunch but Arin and Soobin were going through a breakup and then all our friends started breaking up after. I knew you felt the same way and I didn’t want us to end up like them once we were actually together. So I just kept it a secret.” You quickly confessed.

Jungkook stared at you with his big eyes.

You look up at him when he doesn’t respond.

“Jungkook?” you say, waving your hand in front of his face. “Hello?”

He snaps out of it and looks down at the piece of paper. A laugh escapes his lips.

“Are you telling me this whole time, you liked me back?” He says, smiling at you. You swallow. Nodding your head slowly.

“Yn. Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I was scared,” you reply. “All this time I was so sure that if you date your best friend you’ll eventually lose them. My mind was always filled with what ifs and it was always ‘what if we were only destined to be best friends and not a couple?’ We’d break up eventually and then we wouldn’t even be friends anymore.”

“And this is because of our friends from high school?” He asks. You nod again.

“You can’t base your love life over other people’s experiences,” he says. “There’s this one CEO of this company from.. I can’t remember, but I read it somewhere, and he’s been with his wife since high school and now they have four kids together and are happily married for over 10 years. It’s possible. You can be with someone for forever and you can be with someone for a few weeks. It will always be a ‘what if’ if you never take the chance to see what it will really be.”

“I.. I know that now,” you say. “And I'll make sure my what if’s stay as what if’s and not become my reality.” You don’t realize how close you two are to each other on this bench. Looking at each other, face to face. You see Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your lips.

You quickly turn away, looking up at the sky. Jungkook frowns slightly, but turns away to look up too.

The stars were shining brightly, a couple flying through the sky.

“Hey was that another shooting star?” Jungkook says in amazement, pointing up. You smile.

“I think so.” You look up at him. “Did you make a wish?” His eyes were closed. He nods his head before opening his eyes to look at you.

“What was it?” you ask him. He laughs, shaking his head.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” You ask, shoving his arm. “I want to know.” Although you knew exactly what it was.

“If I say it, it won’t come true,” he says.

“If I tell you mine, it might cancel out,” you say, your eyes looking straight into his eyes before quickly glancing at his lips. He notices this and swallows.

“I- I wished that you’d give me a chance tonight and finally be my gi–”

You stop him with a kiss.

This was your first kiss actually.

Everyone has always said that first kisses were awkward but it was kinda nice.

Jungkook was surprised at first but quickly melted into the kiss, lifting his hands up to pull your face closer.

Finally, after years and years of dreaming about this moment.

His wish came true.

feelings

๑ part twenty-three: i gave in ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

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oftenderweapons · 2 years

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L.A. Confidential | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Genre: uhm… SMAU followed by a pretty steamy email written from Namjoon’s POV

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Vixen isn’t handling her time far from Namjoon all that well, which is only exacerbated by Namjoon’s stress post-Grammy.

Warnings: all the following topics are vaguely mentioned or hinted: DDLG dynamics (daddy kink), roleplay (professor x student), masturbation (female receiving), unprotected sex, (also, kinda feral, angry sex). Both Namjoon and Vixen are pretty possessive in this one. Oh, there’s swearing.

Here is my masterlist :) Please, procede only if 18+, thank you

Dear Miss Fox,

You’re always such a petty little brat and I don’t even understand how I can keep you good after all this time.

You give me no reprieve. You’re my little torment. When I’m awake. When I’m asleep.

My little, lovely captor. To think of me, a large, strong, fully grown man held captive by you, a tiny, harmless thing — well, I think myself silly…

And then I’m reminded of the power you behold in that small and mighty body of yours. In the endless libraries of knowledge that your mind seems to master so wisely and effortlessly.

My ancient, wise companion, what a curse, what a miracle you are to me. What an illumination.

I feel like a tiny sprout born in the forest, among tall, suffocating trees. And then there’s you, the single, bright, strong sun ray that shines on me, and me only.

There are no sweet ways to tell you what I would have done to you last night. Because nothing I would have done would have been sweet, that is.

I know I would have found you painfully, warmly naked in my bed. All your flesh there, for my eyes, so mellow and supple, covered in the scent of me. I would have gone insane from the very moment my eyes met yours.

You were probably asleep because the ceremony went on for so long, and the debriefing and the live prolonged for an unbearable span of time. Therefore I would have found you still heavy with sleep, your face so scorchingly young, your cheeks softened and rounded by your childlike slumber. You would have rubbed your eyes in that way that makes me want to tug you to my chest, wrap you up, protect you when you’re still too vulnerable to light, too vulnerable to the cold, thorned world that grows around you, my precious white orchid.

I would have knelt by your side, I would have kissed your cheek, your forehead. “Hello, sweet cheeks,” I would have said, and in return, you would have smiled that beautiful smile you gift me every single time. The smile I want on my children’s face. Our children.

I would have scooped you up, still wrapped in a blanket and I would have placed you on my lap, safe in my arms.

You would have asked me how I really felt about the whole Grammy situation, how I felt about the night, the announcement. I would have told you I just wanted to cancel the world, to be in the only place that never fails me, that unmarred place of bottomless peace.

I would have nuzzled my nose in your hair, I would have kissed the base of your ear, that soft spot that makes your thoughts — your neat, perfectly shaped, solid thoughts — grow dizzy and untidy and restless. I would have watched you grow more and more impatient for me. I would have watched you squirm and smile and melt in my arms, my fingers between your legs while my lips captured your little desperate gasps.

Have you ever noticed? You forget to breathe when pleasure claws its way down your spine. Then you tense. You tense all over and it’s perfect because it’s like you're buckling up, waiting at the very top of a rollercoaster, hanging from that cliff before you cut the air like a bullet, before you tumble down and you try to call my name in needy, lost whimpers that always make me want to tell you, ‘I’m here, my love. You can hold on to me, grab me, claw at me. I’m your rock, babylove. I’m your daddy. I’m your big bear. Your large, cuddly bear.’

And then I know, you would have sat astride my lap, you would have pulled my cock out, you would have tugged at it a couple times, looked into my eyes as you did so, pressed your lips to mine, and nibbled at my lower one, making me moan your name in that way that makes you so possessive, so jealous and territorial.

It makes me feral to feel you go territorial all over me. One moment you’re all aloof, the next you’re sinking your teeth on my pectoral, clawing at my ass, pulling at my hair, licking my mouth.

It’s like you forget you’re a woman, you’re the woman. A perfect “Devil wears Prada” demon. Suddenly you’re an animal, uncivilised, unpolished, all sharp teeth and claws and bruising grips and lashing tongue.

You’re an animal and I love you for it.

I’ve hardly ever felt prey to someone, but it’s my favourite feeling when I’m with you. When I’m making mindblowing, unprecendented, unbelievable, ineffable love with you.

I would have made love to you that night, Vixen, even if you’re an insufferable brat with an unnerving proclivity towards insubordination, I would have made love to you. I would have given you some rest, then I would have fucked you like you deserve, with your body less pliant from sleep, your limbs strong and vaguely fleeting as you tried to fight my will a little.

Fighting just because you know I like it, not because there’s anything you don’t want to do, but because you want it specifically the way I give it to you when you make me blow a fuse. And maybe also because you know how angry and disappointed I felt after the ceremony, and you wanted to fuck that out of my system.

Because you’re smart like that, and because you know me that well, like no one else does, like only my wife would know me. Because you’re so damn wise, too damn wise for your age — for any age, really.

No one should be allowed with the power you have, but if I have to imagine anyone else having it? I’m glad it’s in your hands, because you administer it with the grace of a goddess, the mercy of a mother, and the innocence of a child.

Here’s to many years as your humblest of servants, your merriest of prisoners.

To the captor I love like my own life.

To that smile, cruel in its unending love, which I want to see for the rest of my days, on your face, on my daughter’s face.

To you, my wise and tiny companion, my cunning Vixen, who taught me mercy and grace, I will always raise my cup and bow my head.

For you I will always fall to my knees.

I hope my reply was satisfactory, my merry enslaver. You demanding little brat.

I hope I’ll hear your voice soon, just in case this fixes my previous mistakes.

I’ll be happy to hear, or read, what you would do to heal this sudden jealousy that overcame you.

Yours, most completely

Joonie bear

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