The Moves That Launched A Thousand Discussions.

The moves that launched a thousand discussions.

My friend and I looooovvvveeee to deep dive into the dance styles of each member and what makes each one so unique. JK is all power and hard hitting with swaggy transitions. His lower body is bam bam bam - technically flawless and powerful, while his upper body is more flowing and less precise so to speak, but it makes it more cool looking.

At least that’s what I see. I absolutely love each members different dancing styles and seeing them do the exact same moves in 7 different unique ways. But anyway- this video just got us talking about it which is one of my favorite things.

And this man…🤤… he knows HOW TO MOVE THAT GORGEOUS BODY OF HIS

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+ the little headshake at the end 🥺

Ohhhhhh…I love this. It’s so…realistic. It’s so touching and yet sad and yet heartwarming. I hope for opportunities like this for the guys in real life. I wish them a whirlwind romance for one and all 🥺🥺🥺🥺. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed daydreaming in this story for a bit. So sweet.

The Reunion

Summary: It’s been 10 years since you’ve graduated from high school. Ten years since you’ve seen your old classmate, Jungkook, in person. He has something he’s always wanted to tell you. Genre: Romance, smut Word count: 9437 Tags: Female reader, mentions of alcohol (although nobody is even tipsy), vanilla, oral (f receiving), PiV sex, penetrative sex with a condom, cowgirl, missionary, half-clothed sex, JK is sweet and polite and has a big D ^_^, nipple and tongue piercings on JK (yes, that is a warning), hickeys, some aftercare, love confessions!, brief mention of military enlistment (as in JK is 28 and has yet to do it), mention of Y/n having hair long enough to put up in a ponytail (other than that, I did my best to not physically describe Y/n in any specific terms I even managed to avoid ever writing “Y/n” in the fic, which was my personal little challenge to myself) A/N: Okay! This is one of the rare things I finished in the last 2 months so I am unbearably happy even only bc of that! I just wanted to write a one-shot, so this is completed work, but then I realized that the smut is really, really vanilla (gasp!), so I might… you know… write a spicier pwp if inspiration strikes. All my brain cells are currently on this one Professor!Tae fic I have planned but we’ll see.  It comes with the territory, you remind yourself as you take in the faces of the people gathered in the lavish restaurant, many of which you have seen on TV and in magazines countless of times. After all, a school of performing arts is a logical place for idols and actors and, as much as you know that not every student becomes famous, or even wants to, you still can’t help but feel like the odd one out. Logically, you know that’s not true. High school is not as meaningful for the rest of people’s lives as everyone wants to believe on that side of 25. On this side, reality sets in. There is a university after high school, there are jobs, there is post-grad, there is real-life experience, and in the end, your high school matters so very little. Many of these people would have probably become famous even if they went to a different high school. And many of them, including yourself, wouldn’t have become famous even with the help of a thousand performing arts schools. Every class in this school (you presume this is the case in every school, actually) has that one student who goes on to achieve the greatness that far surpasses all of their peers, the student the entire class is remembered by, the class before yours marked by Jaehyun, the class before that by Joy. But all of them fade in the face of your class, marked by who is and probably will remain, the most accomplished student of the school’s history. Speeches at the UN, several Grammies, countless Guinness World Records, he’s got it all. Jeon Jungkook, the ultimate Golden Boy. Even this reunion, to mark a decade since your high school graduation, actually feels like an event for Jungkook, the murmurs around you barely even hushed in their anticipation of his arrival.

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Reblogging for my dear Yoongles on his birthday. I wrote this last year for his birthday when I had a wonderful dream about him.

Caught in the Rain

➸ 13+

➸ Summary: Being a college kid is a lot of stress, especially when you get deserted by your best friend and have to ask your crush to give you a ride in the rain…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: college student Min Yoongi x college student y/n

➸ Genre: So much fluff

➸ Warnings: like…one curse word, maybe?

➸ A/N: Two nights in a row I had this dream of Yoongi. He had something to say for his birthday, so for his birthday, I decided to put it on paper for you all. I have not edited it at all, so please be gentle with me until I’m able to go back through it. I didn’t want to miss his birthday…

You knew you shouldn’t have opened your big trap. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here in the cold, drenched with rain. But as the saying goes, you get what you pay for.

It was a regular Wednesday evening for you, a college student, desperately trying to juggle your 19 credit hours, as well as study time. As such, you were entirely focused in that moment on getting a few studying hours in before you inevitably had to get home and go to bed, only to start all over again, especially since you had a test tomorrow in Anatomy. Your best friend, Sarah, however, had different plans for how to spend her free evening and talked to you non-stop, while you stressed over your grades versus being a good friend.

Her boyfriend was acting suspect, and being a pretty big jerk when Sarah confronted him about a text message on his phone from a girl that looked like a request for a booty call. She hadn’t snooped, just seen his phone light up on the coffee table, while she was over “Netflix and chilling” with him one night. You were trying so hard to equally be a good friend, and a good student, but after mixing up the Parietal and Occipital bones in the skull for the 5th time in a row, you turned to Sarah and said “Honey, he is cheating on you. You need to break up with him. Cut ties. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

While the sentiment was certainly meant to help, it was said in a raised voice that instead communicated frustration, rather than understanding, and it sent a bulldozer straight at Sarah. Your brain took a little longer to catch up to what you had done, but Sarah didn’t have the same problem as she grabbed her bag and, with tears in her eyes, flew toward the stairs. When you woke up from your temporary daze, you started down the stairs after her, trying to apologize, but Sarah wasn’t hearing it. Down the stairs through the humanities building she went and out the front door into the rain and cold of night. You were a bit behind, so when you finally made it out into the pouring rain, she had already entered her car and drove away when you remembered she was your ride.

You stood under a portico, trying to shield your phone as you called Sarah repeatedly, to no avail. She refused to answer. The realization that the campus was mostly empty and it was 10pm on a Wednesday night suddenly struck you, and the tears started to fall as you kicked yourself at your stupidity.

Sarah always had been sensitive about her boyfriend. She should have broken up with him 10 times over, but you always dried her tears and ate ice cream with her listening to her problems, but never interfering. It would have continued to be that way, if not for that stupid test. Remembering the test had you running back up to the second floor to grab your bag and pack it the best you could with tears clouding your vision. The building was dead silent and most of the lights were off at this point. You hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. Somehow, being alone always intensified the awareness of silence, and this was no different. 

You were shivering as you had gotten soaked to the bone in the rain, and were only wearing a hoodie over your tee shirt and jeans. You pulled your phone out again to call Sarah. She again didn’t answer. You tried Deanna, your neighbor, no answer. You tried Amy, your lab partner, no answer. You weren’t exactly the most social sophomore on campus, and unfortunately your family were all miles and miles away, unable to help, so why scare them with this?

You were frantically searching your brain for anyone you could call, while also contemplating trying Sarah’s boyfriend, the jerk, when you noticed a light on in the building next door. It was the library, and should have been your study spot, but there were generally too many people there, and you preferred the quiet of the Humanities building, where you could stretch out on a couch and comfortably absorb information. But right now, that building might be your saving grace. You scanned the lit window for a familiar face when you stumbled upon Min Yoongi. 

THE Min Yoongi.

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I really want to write, but it’s been a tough two weeks. My husband got Covid and isolated away from me and the kids and I had to work from home with both of them around for a week. Then when his isolation was over he came back but then infected our 4 month old, who of course infected me since I breastfeed him. Now I’m on day 4 of Covid myself and my 4 year old seems to have it too. It’s been hard and exhausting to say the least and I’m kind of a baby about pain, which I’ve had a lot of with this.

But if anyone has some good escapist JK fics to recommend to me, especially where he is a darling and a sweetheart, please hit me up! I need distractions!!

Gosh dang…this story is so good. The dynamic of OC and JK is fabulous. I love the lore built into the story and the wonderful world building. And I love me some idiots to lovers and WOW are they ever! 😆

wicked • 10

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 13k

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Note: I said I wouldn’t post this until 11 was finished but apparently I’m a very impatient person x) and I’m now going to try and speed run writing chapter 11 lmao, anywayysss I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!!! it’s a little sad :\

The sky was a rich azure blue, puffy white clouds high in the sky accenting it’s rich colors as they swirled together, the grass beneath your feet prickled and you had a few bug bites on your ankles but that didn’t stop you from shrieking in delight as you fumbled in your run. 

“Stop…!” You called out over your laugh at who was following behind you closely. 

“Don’t run away and I will!” He called back, laughing, escaping him as he chased you from behind. 

You had managed to climb up the hill, the top covered in moss that had felt considerably softer of your bare feet as you gasped for breaths before squealing out again at your waist being grabbed. 

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This Drabble series is downright delightful. I’m so smitten it’s ridiculous. The characters are cute and awkward, my fav combo, and the writing is clever and yet uncomplicated. Truly endearing and wonderful. 😍😍😍😍

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pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, fluff, slice of life, eventual smut

summary: this random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. you’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: 4.3k and counting

notes: Hello! Welcome to my first series of drabbles. To be honest, I have no earthly clue what I’m doing but my writing group (hi possumsssss) is full of menaces I can’t say no to (said affectionately), and here we are. My husband also liked these (???) and that little push has me here, posting them. Also @reliablemitten and I share brain cells and came up with this title at the same time so it must be destined for success??? We’ll find out!

series warnings: swearing, reader is bad at feelings, invasive acts of domesticity, domestic jungkook, nip slip, eventual smut, (eventual) brief moments of angst but trust me there is indeed a happy ending for our two idiots, general thirst.

always be sure to read the warnings that come with each chapter!

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