What A Marvelous Finale To A Beautifully-done Series, And Thank You So Much Shanna For The Intent Behind

What a marvelous finale to a beautifully-done series, and thank you so much Shanna for the intent behind the art, and the art of the emotion that you have so wonderfully delivered throughout this series. I am so so so happy for a number of reasons, but largely Sabrina and Jimin (+ a shoutout to the most amazing Noelle). This chapter ended with three loaded, packed, and stacked confrontations with three of arguably the most important clashing agents in y/n’s life, and I could think of no better way for y/n to reach her resolution with each of them. 

Finn. First off I would like to say that I’m so proud of y/n for finding the strength to finally end her chapter with Finn. It is uglily beautiful to see the ways in which Finn twists our beloved y/n - into someone who will see red. Into someone who loses her mind and certitude. I’m proud of y/n for the acceptance and self-awareness in which she acknowledges the ways that she has also hurt Finn. To watch them float away, pulling at each other’s frayed edges as if caught in a Chinese finger trap, was a striking portrait into the many dimensions of relationships. Finn is a piece of y/n’s past, and it was hauntingly tragic yet euphoric when they let each other go. The complexities of the heart are no mystery when seen through the fabulous writings of RTB.   

Sabrina. Y/n’s present, with which she shares a shadow. I’m so glad y/n came to realize how Sabrina was her foil, and that they were able to grow in a way together and come to terms with all the ways in which they are at odds. To see all of Sabrina’s puzzle pieces fall into place, and the truth of her parallels to y/n, was remarkable. 

Jimin. The last piece of the trio. He is the larger puzzle with which fits y/n’s future. The precise moment when y/n tears up because of Jimin’s unwavering care, of not wanting to see her sad, got me just as much. As complicated as they became, I truly felt that we as readers never lost sight of the thread that connects these two by the hearts. I enjoyed so much that y/n was able to reclaim pieces of herself in choosing to love Jimin, to love dance. The absolute rawness of their love, sanded out from years of competition and butting heads, is incredible in its own right, and when placed in tandem with the layers of the full story, it all truly culminates to pierce straight to my heart.

The perfect trifecta for a beautiful finale. I’m not sure if this past, present, future is how it was meant to be written/read, but in any case, the way this shines through for me. Every single connection y/n has in the trifecta has been a portrait of realness, and it is simply amazing the verity of life captured in your writing. 

This chapter wrenched my heart with y/n’s poignant humanity. She sits so real in my heart and I can’t help but be swept along with the crashing waves of her relationships. Just as dance flows from y’n and Jimin’s hearts, this glorious world of Russet Academy has flown like art into my own world, and it is one I will never forget. Thank you again dear artist-writer for building this story, this world, for us to all enjoy. I can’t wait to read the epilogue that will surely shatter my heart tomorrow. 

Raise the Barre (Ch. 11)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Warnings: ANGST part 3! But again, with progress attached.

Word Count: 10,246

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.  

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one thing right. 01

“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

pairing. jeon jungkook x female reader genre. fake marriage au; childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, humor, future smut, slow burn word count. 5,086 masterlist. playlist.

part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | complete

contains. explicit language, mentions of drunkenness, brief allusion to prior physical abuse allegations, depictions of dementia

greer note. this is quite americanized as we do not have universal healthcare which is a major plot device of the series; however, if you get confused by it, just keep in mind it’s a marriage of convenience! this fic is also inspired by my otp in the television show ‘bates motel’

© hobios. no reposts, modification, or translations are allowed on any platform.

“OOF! OW!” you cried, jostled awake as your body hit the concrete floor. You blinked slowly, blearily taking in your surroundings as you tugged an arm free from the tangled blanket encasing you. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. If the stark lighting and the concrete floor wasn’t enough to clue you in, the sight of the metal toilet a few feet away from you, its base decorated with remnant chunks of vomit, certainly did.

You rubbed your face, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried your best to remember the events from the night before that had led you here. But apart from your killer headache and the vomit evidence, nothing was coming back to you. It’d been a long time since you’d gotten so wasted that you’d blacked out. What could you possibly have done to land yourself here sometime in the middle of the night?

“Oh, good!” a female voice suddenly sounded behind you. “You’re awake. I’ll call Sheriff Jeon and let him know.”

You tugged at the blanket still tangled around your legs. “Why does he have to know I’m awake?” you grumbled.

“He has to be the one to release you. He went home for a few hours though and hasn’t come back. I think he probably fell asleep.” You finally freed your legs, tossing the thin blanket back onto the concrete slab you’d been sleeping on earlier. “Lord knows he could use the rest,” the woman continued, an unmistakable dreamy look capturing her features. “He works so hard.”

You huffed, slowly dragging your body back up onto the concrete slab, your head slightly swimming from the effort. “Yeah, it must be so hard running a tiny town like this,” you smarted back. “It’s a real challenge to make sure that none of the teenagers loiter in front of the laundromat for too long.”

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Hammer it Home (M) | KNJ

Shared as part of the Similarly Sequestered game with @kpopfanfictrash​, @underthejoon​, @stutterfly​, @fortunexkookie​, & me @gukslut​ :)

{Pairing} Kim Namjoon/ Reader {Park Jimin/ Reader briefly}

{Genre} fluff/ smut/ domestic au/ mild angst

{Rating} Explicit y’all.  

{Prompt} “The FBI doesn’t care about your porn preferences.” {roomates, intimate artistry, awful first meeting}

{Word Count} 22,735

{Warnings} A sad break-up at the beginning, pining, heartache, I don’t know what comes over me when I write Namjoon smut but once again it’s absolute filth, making out, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), size kink, joonie is hung, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a mess of clay in like… a sexual way, creampie, SOFT TAGS: watch for my beloved freak-quency couple, best friend hobi, happy endings:)

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My throat hurts, trying to explain to you the wonder in us. 

Haven’t you seen it? The bumblebees and their drunken bobbing, there’s magic on your fingers when you gently lift them to a flower. The stars in the sky that look so far away, yet if you reach as high as you can and stand on your tiptoes, steadying yourself on the laughing friend next to you, you and the stars are one and the same.

Haven’t you listened to the strangers humming songs as they pass? Haven’t those songs played through your head until you know them? There’s a piece of someone else’s wonder on your playlist, buried in the rest of the music that makes your heart beat differently.

Those distant laughs and snippets of conversation that make you jealous and proud all at once that those people have friends they can be themselves with. Those friends you can be yourself with.

Sitting on the carpet and petting a dog while the smell of your favorite food fills the air and you close your eyes because today is good.

The idea of running away to live in the woods, stealing away on a roadtrip to the coast, exploring a big city and falling in love with everyone you meet.

Poetry you hear when you go on a hike and  the itchy mosquito bites that you try not to focus on in the late nights while the fire crackles and the wind whistles through the trees. Sand kicking up into your eyes as you run across the desert, falling over sand dunes and tripping on air. Your reflection, warped and funny looking in a stream before you splash through it, stuffing bright rocks into your pockets and weaving fallen leaves into your hair.

Haven’t you ever heard a baby laugh or a cat purr? Haven’t you ever ran your hands along the fabrics at a clothes store, heading straight for the sales section?

I remember the first time I forgot how to breathe in a thunderstorm. The thunder was so loud it hurt my chest, and my mom squeezed my hand and the rain apologized with it’s gentle droplets, falling over my upturned face from my porch roof.

Now, every time the thunder clashes, my breath catches, and I smile.

Can’t you see how wonderful it is here?

There’s no greater meaning in life than to live. 

The incredible existence that is you with the world is all there is and will be infinitely more the longer you let yourself see.

You touch the universes when you dance with your friends, you transform realities every time you laugh until you cry. You build the foundations of love whenever you smile, you create peace by being loud and reckless. 

What part of the world holds no wonder? What part of you?

The molecules that wove our bodies on looms of stardust never thought of you as a mistake.

When you change your name or hair or any aspect of your appearance they are the first to accept it, even before you. How could they not? When you’re made of stars, when your bones evolved from small and fragile to strong and so uniquely you all on their own, how could you be anything but a masterpiece?

This is incoherent and a jumble because I just want you to know in every way that if you see that wonder around you, if you see that magic and that beauty and that unidentifiable grace, that you can’t deny it’s in you too.

You are the soft sunsets and the pastel skies. You are the stars at night and the meteor showers that people dedicate their entire lives to chasing. You are solar eclipses and impossible planets. You are green grass on a summer’s day and sprinklers under a tramp. You are McDonald’s runs at two am and sticking your hand out the window as you drive.

You are the loud voice announcing horses and cows as you pass them, you are the excitement when a child sees a dog.

You are every relationship and every hope. You are the boats lost at sea with the flickering radars, you are the planes that find them. You are the deep ocean and the blue and gold waves at dawn, you are the sun and the moon revolving and never meeting, you are the cluttered rooms and the messy art supplies. You are the hummingbirds and the butterflies, you are the pollen they treasure, you are the flowers they bloom.

You are laughter and you are love and you are everything you need to be.

Pick a flower as you walk home, whistle back at a bird, bring a family member a cup of coffee, get lost in someone’s eyes, stare at your reflection and try and be friends, take a breath.

Take another.

Now how can you tell me you’re not wonder itself, when you are all these wonderful things?

You Never Shop Alone

Series Summary: A look into the love lives of seven of the mall’s best and biggest fuck boys. With all of them housed in the same vicinity, nonsense is a guarantee, but romance? … just you wait and see 😉

Status: Ongoing

Rating: M for Mature.

Inspired by this hilariously accurate post by @takarrah

Pride and Fidget Spinners:

Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his world into chaos.

A one shot by: @kpopfanfictrash​

want a taste?:

pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what Yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

A one shot by: @suga-kookiemonster​

Jung Hoseok: Foot Locker Team Member/Non-Driver

Hoseok’s gone from the hot, elevator stranger in the foot locker jersey to your carpool buddy since his car broke down… three months ago. As luck would have it, not only do you live in the same apartment complex, you also work most of the same shifts at the mall. It was all going so well too… Until last night when you groped each other in the parking garage.

A one shot by: @underthejoon

Kim Namjoon: T-Mobile (Assistant) Store Manager

mobile master. hot (and obnoxious) as fuck. in your humble opinion, namjoon’s customer service skills need massive improvement—but maybe he can make you rethink your angry call to corporate.

A one shot by: @suga-kookiemonster​

Park Jimin: Certified RN/Mall Frequenter

Park Jimin is a regular at the mall. His best friend, Taehyung, works there and each morning after the night shift, Jimin stops by for his coffee. At least, this is the reason he gives when asked. It has nothing to do with the super-cute lingerie salesgirl he cannot stop staring at. Nothing at all.

A one shot by: @kpopfanfictrash​

Kim Taehyung: Part Time Barista, Full Time Flirt

mocha maestro. a shameless flirt who always has the tip jar bursting at the seams. whenever you share a shift, tae’s great for your pockets—but honestly, the same can’t be said for your sanity.

A one shot by: @suga-kookiemonster​

Jeon Jungkook: Personal Trainer/Perpetual Pain in the Ass

Jungkook is determined, you’ll give him that. After every shift, you hit the new gym in the mall and every single time he’s there waiting to proposition you with free personal training sessions. He plays innocent, but you’re no fool. Free sessions are just a means to get you into bed and Jungkook’s ego is big enough as it is. But you’d be lying if you said seeing him work up a sweat doesn’t do things to you.

A one shot by: @underthejoon​

Blackjack (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, violence)

Genre: Mafia!AU

Status: Complete

Description:  Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

[ cross-posted to Wattpad here ]

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