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no cuz i’ll never get over the fact namjoon is definitely over 6 foot. the height difference between him + jk. him + seokjin?????????? crazy. no way it’s only an inch.
i’m 6 foot. that man is def taller than me and i LOVE IT
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if he wasnt leaning back, and was standing up straight he’d definitely be the same height, if not taller than hueningkai. 184?? 185?? cm maybe.
entangled | jjk&kth - fic announcement
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⟶title: entangled
⟶au: marvel au
⟶ pairing: spidey!kook x reader, venom!taehyung x reader
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle
⟶wc:
⟶ banner: is by yours truly
⟶warnings: nothing for this. Just an announcement. But just know in the future there will be some infidelity type things, sneaking around, and a lot of smutty goodness with some superhuman fellas.
⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.
He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.
You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?
Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you met on the dance floor of Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.
What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
⟶ authors note: hello darklings. This is literally just a little announcement about a fic I’m working on. I don’t have a set posting date, I promise to release it as soon as I can. It’ll be a series. Maybe four parts. It’s in it’s early stages. But I just hope everyone will be as excited about it as I am so please let me know!
For your to read list: https://at.tumblr.com/reliablemitten/youll-find-love-with-me/l9rocq5v0ibb
thank u anon for sending 2 fics 😩😩😩
much love, i will be reading asap
i was at a friends house and got st0ned LOL-
i was showing him something on my phone and a notification showed up. i knew it was there. i recognised i had got it and did nothing.. cuz high u don’t give a fuck 💀 he looked at my phone. eyed me, my phone, me again before easing his eyebrows and going.
“birdy…”
confused as fuck i looked at my phone and back at him- he then looked at my phone again. before back at me AGAIN.
“birdy.. 👀”
I LOOK AND ITS MY FKN-
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i’ve never turned my phone off so quickly 💀
he immediately turned his attention back to his high girlfriend (my bestie) making sure was okay and handling everything well as she doesn’t smoke regularly and reacts quite quickly when intoxicated.
i was awkward for a good 5 minutes. my friend, who was sitting between us didn’t notice as 1. she was too out of it 💀 2. ive known her for 5 years, she knows ALLLL about my fanfic tendencies cuz she has the same fkn ones LOL- so she’s used to those kind of notifs.
he didn’t mention it nor hint to anything towards it the whole night. he’s honestly an angel, he hates making people feel like shit- he knew i wasn’t gonna take it well m glad he ignored it 😭😭
i told my friend the story as i was leaving, he had already gone to bed, and she completely lost it. thought it was the funniest thing ever.
will i be going back? yes.
will i forever be embarrassed? yes
Lily Luck | MYG | Soulmates
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“You get five chances to meet your soulmate. Five opportunities to look them in the eyes and be overwhelmed with the feeling of love. To find a little red line around your pinky finger. Yet, the feeling dwindles with each missed opportunity. Each missed opportunity comes with a scar where that red line should be. It’s a game of fate and luck, and the latter doesn’t seem to be on your side.”
›› AU: Soulmates ›› Genre: Angst / Fluff … I think? ›› Rating: R (implicit sexual content) ›› Pairing: MYG x Reader, MxM pairings ›› Word Count: 10.7k ›› Warnings Include: Swearing, alcohol use, romantic angst and anxiety, very slight implicit sexual content, a very drunk Jungkook, soulmate scars. This is not a nsfw 18+ fic! A/N: Hi there again, @spicykoreantatertots. Here it finally is! I hope that you enjoy what I did with the entire story. Thanks for talking to me a bit after I posted the teaser. It’s what sparked my idea for the last scene ;) there’s some stuff hidden there for you. Please enjoy! Happy late Valentine’s day. — Lily, aka Gwaen.
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Soulmates of the first mark are the most devoted. Their love is pure and all-consuming.
You’re late. It’s your first class of the semester and you’re terribly late. The worst part is that you got up at six in the morning to make it and you’re still late. As one of the only fifteen people to make it into this class you consider yourself lucky. But if you’re late you will also be promptly replaced by someone on the waiting list.
So you’re running, darting across campus because your train had been stuck at a red sign and made you just those five minutes late which could cost you your spot in this class. Out of breath, you swerve a corner, nearly tumbling over as the sole of your boot gets caught on the pavement. You shouldn’t have worn platforms.
You’re gonna make it. No matter what. Continuing your sprint towards the building at the south end of campus, you check the time on your phone. Four minutes left. You can d—
Colliding straight into someone’s chest, you topple forward. Your bag skirts over the stones and you curse out loud. The guy does the same, having landed straight on his backside with you sprawled over his lap.
You don’t have time for this. All you see before you scramble up is a messy mop of blonde hair and a very exotic — not messed up — bouquet of lilies.
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