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[grapejinnie-deactivated20210426]

Run BTS! ep 85

↳ Namjoon

[yuengi]

I’m not sure if you’re aware or this was already reported but I think someone plagiarized your tattoo artist story. They changed it from bts to monsta x

mind your business

[yuengi]

@taendrils is arguiggin w me that .HUMANS EVOLVEED FRM THIS.....”accordidgn to Darwin..” 

[lqhusband]

[taendrils]

fame & surrender | preview

― ❝ever the curious cat, you can’t say no when notorious rockstar V extends an invitation to get to know him better after your televised interview. skin to skin, you become acquainted, and you end up discovering what really goes on behind the scenes in the forms of glistening bodies and alcohol stains on your curves.❞ 

• pairing: taehyung/female reader  • wordcount for the preview: 2k words • main genre: smut • preview warnings: none

ROCKSTAR AU.

The screams that you hear are shrill, sounds that tighten into themselves and spread the growing anticipation for what is about to step on stage, because it wasn’t a matter of who, it was a matter of when, and one of power. A supposed distraction that crawls too deep and makes it uncomfortable either way–the stretch of pulling yourself out of it too empty and painful, the time spent discovering more too consuming and a notch more demanding. Word travels around in big cities if your name carries enough weight, even faster if its heaviness comes from pure metal instead of the alloy they shape in the industry. The words reflect the effect, however unassuming they might be, and with the heavy riffs of a guitar supporting his every claim, it’s possible even for atheists to catch their glimpse of God.

Of course it’s not a matter of who, you chuckle, since there’s only one person who can make everyone feel like this. With the weight of his name pressed against everybody’s lips, a contained sound that catches between them and gets free reign as it is released, it’s not hard to pinpoint how their teeth want to grip into it again. The gospels that he put out, the ink he splattered and swallowed to build the charm into who he was and stain the raw talent so the corrupted could lose themselves in it, they all served as contour for a distinct identity. His identity. Half boldness and half self-assurance, his rebellion is compelling to watch, since his mouth strictly speaks for its own and never caters. He sings for himself, never for you–but oh, do your loins catch fire when he puts on a show.

It’s entirely lucky for him and fundamentally damning for you that after the four years in the industry, he not only owns up to, but deserves every bit of cockiness that he has.

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[3j-unit]

©

[bangtan]

[jeonjungkoos]

[raplinesbitch]

the prettiest rappers

[seokliquor]

@nationsmaindancer

[taendrils]

the heartbeat challenge | 1

― ❝things never work in your favour when you run out of fucks to give, and right when you do heaven seems to throw the seed of evil right into your arms, or more precisely on the corridor to your college dorm. you swore an oath to hate the XY population, blood and pinkies and everything- but namjoon, the shy brunet helping you with your sister’s wedding has always been a man of science- and he seems to love testing just how much he can make you tick.❞

pairing: namjoon/female reader 

genre: fluff, comedy, a college rom-com, semi-wedding planner a.u

warnings: slow burn, swearing, mentions of sexism and unhealthy dynamics in literature

wordcount: 16k words

a/n: this fic contains satire interpretation of a ‘man-hating’ oc. oh and a very cute namjoon. also this is my longest fic/series thing up to date. cheers and let’s enjoy.

“And a toast to the young couple!”

The people sprawled across the joined tables cheered, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and the sound of friends laughing in delight pleasant to your ears. Few things in life could beat the sensation of hearing nothing but sounds of happiness around, and you took it all in–letting your head fall back and closing your eyes, barely keeping yourself from raising your arms in the air. Between the winter midterms and the inter-semestrial break filled with nothing but volunteer work where you’d encounter children screaming on schedule and coming home to find your love interest–a.k.a the latest lesson chapters all spread out on the kitchen table–at last, you could say that you felt relaxed. One moment ready for the history books where this sort of happiness surrounded you, and one you deserved for sure.

Maybe you deserved it because the earrings you had been wearing for the past five hours insisted on pulling your entire earlobe off or at least fight for their custody, and some part of your knee still stung as a reminder to never rush with blades on your legs again. Especially at eight in the morning when a hyper Yuna who resembled the children you interacted with more than enough swayed into your room like a fairy of adult representatives–clipboard in hand and face lacking any concern. She resembled her corporate supervisors down to the hem of her tailored coat, ready to check every item that met the standards from her list and glare at anything else that didn’t. For her, it sounded like the perfect plan.

For you? Not so much.

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[jiminrolls]

jimin running his hand through his hair

[jeonjungkoos]

mr i own a 3 million dollar apartment

[taejvu]

jin + bt21 for @9uk

[yoonminjin]

[seokjinlesbian]

those 25% are for jin

[seokjinlesbian]

here’s the test btw

[grapejinnie-deactivated20210426]

still the same

[yuengi]

ok but like @ anon, its also how some straight ppl write mxm

if it was written based on the experiences of a het girl then it would be boring and over in 5 mins bc thats how long straight guys last .is that the kind of fic anon wants to read