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honeybeams.bsky.social
honey🕯
@honeybeams.bsky.social
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i knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea

bts rpf | 27 | no minors
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after touching you, i think of narcissus drowning / leila chatti
after touching you, i think of narcissus drowning leila chatti how desire is a thing i might die for. longing a well, a long dark throat. enter any body of water and you give yourself up to be swallowed. even the stones know that. i have writhed against you as if against the black bottom of a deep pool. i have emerged from your grip breathless and slicked. how easily i could forget you as separate, so essential you feel to me now. you beneath me like my own blue shadow. you silent as the moon drifts like a petal across your skin, my mouth to your lip—you a spring i return to, unquenchable, and drink. ˗ˏˋ 🫀 ˎˊ˗
June 26, 2025 at 1:32 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
creature comfort
🕯️ taekook
🕯️ E
🕯️ chapter three: st. magdalene
🕯️ and, after all of this has ended, there will be more that other people—who aren’t him, who never will be him—will watch taehyung do.
ao3.org/works/60651484/chapters/167989273
fic poster of a rosary in a hand. the text reads: you dangle | on the leash of your own longing you need grows teeth creature comfort honeybeams
May 5, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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creature comfort
🕯️ taekook
🕯️ E
🕯️ chapter two: st. peter
🕯️ so close, jeongguk can hear the pop of flesh between his back teeth. he flicks his gaze back long enough to watch a trickle of juice slide down the bony jut of taehyung's wrist.
ao3.org/works/60651484/chapters/159640609
fic poster of a stained glass window that reads: i know i should go but i follow you like a man possessed
May 5, 2025 at 7:33 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
creature comfort
🕯️ taekook
🕯️ E
🕯️ chapter one: st. francis
🕯️ it is as if the proverbial bell around jeongguk’s neck rings and taehyung hears it.
ao3.org/works/60651484/chapters/154870081
fic poster of a church's steeple. the text reads: you have never experienced something this ferocious or intentional with another person.
May 5, 2025 at 7:31 AM
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creature comfort
🕯️ taekook
🕯️ E
🕯️ chaptered
🕯️ faith corrodes like rusted iron—easy and quick in all this wet, salt-heavy air. sent to shadow a reclusive priest, jeongguk's devotion starts to waver even further.
archiveofourown.org/works/60651484
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster of rosary around the crucifix reads: sin desires to have you bottom text: creature comfort
May 5, 2025 at 6:06 AM
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sucker(punch) for @thejoth
🥊 taekook
🥊 E
🥊 46.1k
🥊 wanting's not worth much in these types of rings. either you win or you don't.
archiveofourown.org/works/54409948
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster of punching bags hanging down from the ceiling with a neon sign of boxing gloves between. the poster reads: honeybeams sucker(punch) wanting's not worth much in these types of rings. either you win or you don't.
May 5, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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summer spark
🐶 taekook
🐶 E
🐶 7.4k
🐶 alphas shouldn't want to kiss other alphas, but jeongguk's always been different.
archiveofourown.org/works/43973268
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster of moving boxes in the sun. the text reads: jeongguk leans up on his elbows, a purr starting to rumble in his chest at the thought of it, and kisses taehyung. the movement is instinctual, automatic. summer spark honeybeams
May 5, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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detail of the woods
🦌 taekook
🦌 E
🦌 50.8k
🦌 there is something out by the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it. jeongguk, forced on a vacation by his editor, forced to sort through his own thoughts, finds this out firsthand.
🦌 archiveofourown.org/works/38505790
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster of a forest, the trees a gradient from light to dark. the text reads: honeybeams detail of the woods there is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.
May 5, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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rose red, me to you
🔮 taekook
🔮 T
🔮 14.1k
🔮 a new shop pops up around the corner, covered in vines . . . inside, the owner seems to know what jeongguk needs, even if jeongguk himself doesn't know it yet.
archiveofourown.org/works/34845118
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster designed like a tarot card: VII bag with "thank you thank you thank you" rose red, me to you honeybeams
May 5, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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slow bloom
💋 taekook
💋 E
💋 12.5k
💋 jeongguk finds himself tucked away in the corner, away from the lights and clusters of people, face to face with kim taehyung offering up a lesson in kissing.
archiveofourown.org/works/33320413
˗ˏˋ 🫒 ˎˊ˗ fic poster with light purple text over a blurred image of fairy lights: honeybeams slow bloom jeongguk finds himself tucked away in the corner, away from the lights and clusters of people, face to face with kim taehyung offering up a lesson in kissing.
April 25, 2025 at 5:30 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
in office today 🤍👩‍🔬
picture of a desk. from the forefront to background: chocolate muffin (with a sticker of a wooper on top that i edited in 🥰), a large iced dirty chai, and a desktop computer screen with an article up and a wooper sticker added in, covering up most of the screen vibrantly magenta/red-pink flowers
April 17, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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jhope praying
April 13, 2025 at 3:57 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
7p
Taehyung’s tongue flicks out—pink against red—and wets his mouth. For the first time, in the space between examination and contrition that will never come, Jeongguk can’t stop himself from thinking further. If Taehyung wasn’t leaned back, heels pressing down errant papers, Jeongguk would bend his body over the desk. He would reach for that *collar,* find space where his fingers could slide between skin and fabric, and pull hard. Between repentance and absolution, Taehyung would take Jeongguk’s shoulder in his grip and pull him closer—until he settles, elbows slipping against the papers, languid and pleased over the desk. Mouth wet with the taste of cigarette smoke and saliva, delighted with such reciprocated appetite, Jeongguk would slide his tongue between—
April 13, 2025 at 2:27 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
wipwednesday
black text on light green background: firmly shut to prying eyes. He takes one step towards Taehyung, two, three, four. He goes as if pulled, as if not asked. Pinching the zipper between his fingers, the fabric at Taehyung’s shoulder held taut and steady, he traces the smooth line of Taehyung’s throat that leads to that white tab hidden by a higher neckline. The alb’s zipper rasps and connects and tightens that loose collar tighter; no mention of prayer. Unthinking, Jeongguk smooths his hands over Taehyung’s shoulders. Any closer and he could skim his knuckles down the long, golden column of his throat and feel for the jump of a thudding pulse just under the sharp, deific hinge of his jaw. “S’pose I don’t need to explain what these mean, do I?” Taehyung breathes. Jeongguk knows he won’t, and he wouldn’t listen. “Liturgical specialty and all?” Plucking a stole from a nearby drawer, Jeongguk rubs soft material between his fingertips. He knows exactly what to do, how to do it, how each garment promises reverence and charity and chastity. He is nearly certain that he indulges in other ways, with that face, that body, that— Electricity flows like dark, rushing water underneath his skin when Taehyung’s eyes glimmer with this mutual understanding. It crashes up against the back of his eyes, as dizzying as a migraine at its zenith, when his dark head dips forward.
April 9, 2025 at 4:26 PM
honeybeams.bsky.social
strong contender was this one
can you excuse me? [screams]
April 6, 2025 at 5:19 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
pulling out the big gun reaction pics. god bless
tumblr post of a church sign reading "seventh day adventist church the most powerful position is on your knees" with a comment by illuminhotty: > amen.
April 6, 2025 at 3:10 AM
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vmin. jimin is covering taehyung's eyes with an almost smirk. the text above jimin reads "me," and the text above taehyung reads "also me"
April 6, 2025 at 3:07 AM
honeybeams.bsky.social
farmer's market ☀️🌿
produce stand (oranges, grapefruit, rhubarb, beets, radishes) with lemon themed tablecloth picture of kabocha for sale in the middle of cabbage and green beans farmer's market stalls underneath large awnings hand holding a miffy air freshener and a small bag of serranos
April 5, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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hehe i am trying!!!!
two horses thunking their foreheads together affectionately
April 5, 2025 at 7:09 AM
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˗ˏˋ 🌿 ˎˊ˗ figuring out nitty gritty fic things lately
April 1, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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˗ˏˋ 🫀 ˎˊ˗ re: your submission 12:40am / hanif abdurraqib
Re: Your Submission 12:40am Editor to Me My dude, Truly, this is not going to work why does it always have to be about the inside of the body with you poets can’t our heart just be an untethered and unspectacular thing that keeps us from a funeral we regret to inform you that Ohio is barely a state we regret to inform you that the Midwest is only Chicago and other places that want to be Chicago we drove through Ohio once and saw only the promise of a waiting hell on a billboard between farms maybe this is why you are so lonely maybe this is why you write only about exits we have seen skyscrapers we believe ourselves infinite we cannot accept poems about grass what is grass to someone who is always looking up?
March 26, 2025 at 2:23 AM
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a sicko (honeybeams) with their hands pressed against a window and looking in. their speech bubble reads "YES... HA HA HA... YES". the last yes is bold and underlined, indicated how into this thing they are
March 17, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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barry the bee with his mouth open
February 24, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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˗ˏˋ 🫀 ˎˊ˗ love poem / nick martino
LOVE POEM You watched your first deer die when you were six. You watched the slotted eye-light was there and then gone-but that's not right, is it? Having seen death open like night-blooming jasmine, the hour of its unsticking blue and slow? It's late. Moonlight waterfalls the plastic blinds. I give you the bottle of Red Label, you give me the dab rig. You light the nail for me. Your resin paints my voice shut like a basement window. It's an evening of gifts: I hate this feeling in my lungs but I love the name you give to shatter. Yes, I know you have pills for later, long after I've fallen asleep. I know I'll wake to check if you're still breathing— Staring down the dark, breathless for the rising of your chest.
December 15, 2024 at 11:45 PM
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˗ˏˋ 🫀 ˎˊ˗ salvage / hedgie choi
Salvage by Hedgie Choi I have seen deer split open on the road and thought that's exactly what those soft and gentle fuckers deserve. Some things happened to me in my formative years that I don't want to tell you about but some things happened to you too.
December 5, 2024 at 7:30 AM