[Kharli Loving Shanna As Always]

[Kharli loving Shanna as always]

Okay, so before I went off to focus on martial arts, I took dance....for three days. Not that that matters, but still, when I say that the dedication and perseverance and skills and complex technicalities of dance could easily parry with the skills of a fourth-degree black belt, I'm completely serious. Excuse my french, but that shit is hard!!! And when I was watching your video and reading over the positions and moves in the story, I was doing the awkward smile and nod thing like:

Like yes I understand 😌mmmhmmmm😌😌😌

Anyways, I loved this chapter. It was such a smooth transition from previous events. It felt like a TV was playing inside my brain as I was reading because of the imagery and emotions felt within. And when Jimin was toying with her and wanted to actually hear her thanks??? Sickening. I loved it. 

Also, the ending of the chapter where she was practicing contemporary (I think?) and switching to ballet was powerful in a way. The juxtaposition between showing the style that she loves and excels at felt light and vibrant and warm, while ballet, the style that she's working on, felt more grayish. Stagnant and a bit cold, especially after all of the events that happened. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but yeah. 

Thank you so much Shanna for this chapter. It's always a pleasure reading your works because they make me so happy. I'm sending in lots and lots of love.

Raise the Barre (Ch. 2)

Author: kpopfanfictrash 

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Word Count: 6,436

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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No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.

And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.

Hi Joy. I know that this is only a drabble and the only work of yours that I've read so far, but can I just say that this honestly took my breath away??!? Like, I felt my breath stop in my chest and every time I think about it as I type this out, I get the same feelings again, and again, and again.

The depth and detail, the poetic prose that is woven through these sentences are beyond words. Beyond anything that I could grasp at this time of night. Honestly, I would usually insert more lines or paragraphs so I can talk more about how each and everyone made me feel, but it's just...Every single paragraph, every single sentence, every single word was chosen so beautifully and carefully to create this work of art that is now like a galaxy in during my midnight. From beginning to end, every single word had a purpose and it continued to snowball and build to this wonderful thing that is this drabble. I honestly just want to engrave this piece in my mind forever and ever. 

He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.

I just....can I just...pause for a second because wow. Wow...wow...You can see how much Namjoon loves her with all the references to his clumsiness, but how he always treats and cares for the main character like porcelain. And you can tell how much the main character loves him back at the end, and all of it combined just made me smile and made my heart soften. 

If this is only what a 600-word drabble can do to me, then I can only imagine what your other works hold. I feel like this is the reason why I love reading so much. Why at times I’ll find myself lost in a novel for hours at a time when there is other work that I’m indebted to. So I'm so very grateful and thankful that I came to your page tonight. This, and you, were such a light to my dreary day. My joy, Joy. Thank you for reminding me why I love to read so much. I'm forever grateful for you. I'm sending you all my love Joy.💕

12 or 20 with namjoon bls 🥺

12 -   things you said when you thought i was asleep

you could argue that this filled 20 too, but let’s go with 12! thank you for the request anon, I hope you like it!! 💖 ty to my girl @hobi-gif as always!

pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 0.6k / genre: fluff / warnings: none!

Namjoon’s clumsy. It’s an undeniable fact. You can trust him to look after your deepest secrets and whispered confessions, secure in the knowledge they’ll be fiercely protected, but if you want something carried? You’re better off asking someone else. He’ll drop it, bend it, break it, shatter it. No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.

And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.

You trust his clumsy hands. You trust him, trust his tenderness, his gentleness, his kindness and his love—and Namjoon will never break that trust, strives to keep it safe. You forgive his fumbling, his stumbling; his floundering, his blundering. For you, he’s not a ham-handed, unintentional force of destructive chaos. For you, he stands rooted to the ground, a redwood, the Hyperion tree of your world, unshakeable and solid and stable. You sway into him because you know he’ll support you. You fall into his hands, comfortable in the knowledge he’ll keep you safe, keep you whole.

Even in your sleep you stay close. You press yourself against him, folding yourself into lines of his body, soft and quiet in the night. When he entwines his fingers with your own, even in your dreams he’d swear that you squeeze his hand, recognising his touch. He’s so careful with you, always, treats you like something priceless and worth protecting. He sweeps his gaze over your face, the curve of your lashes, the slant of your nose, the fall of your cupid’s bow into the line of your pretty mouth, and he loves loves loves you.

“I love you,” he whispers, quiet and soft and low, words so light in the air that you don’t even stir.

He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.

“I’m going to marry you. If you’ll have me.” 

He lets the truth of it slip out into the world, into the silence of the room, full of nothing but the sound of your quiet breathing. He would never put words in your mouth, assume your acceptance—but in this moment, with only himself as a witness, he’ll allow himself this tiny, uncharacteristic selfishness, to imagine a world in which you say yes. 

Your breath hitches before you shift in your slumber, and Namjoon is there to be your eternal foundation, underneath and around you, arms encircling you. Even when he drifts into sleep, falls into the quiet embrace of his dreams, his grip on you doesn’t weaken. Careful, reverent, vigilant, always.

And when your lashes flutter, eyes opening, turning your head to stare up at his sleep-soft face, he keeps hold of you. When you brush your lips across his skin, feather-light, weightless, he keeps hold of you. When you whisper your quiet, quiet answer, that acceptance that Namjoon wants so desperately, of course I’ll marry you, silly goose, he keeps hold of you. Even if he doesn’t hear the promise in your words. Not yet.

But that’s okay. He will, soon. Until then he’ll hear it unspoken, in the way you care for him, love him; he’ll read it in the dawn sun, the way you light up for him, eyes round and lovely as you smile, a secret sparkling in your gaze. He’ll feel it in the way you reach for him, the way you laugh at his sloppy morning kisses, the way you go lax under his hands. The way you trust him to keep you unbroken and whole, wrapped up and safe in his love.

*pterodactyl screams* SHANNA!!! (Jk, I don't have the vocal cords for that, especially this morning, just imagine please😌) but hey! Hi! Hello! I'm back! And it feels so soo good to be reading another one of your amazing stories

Right off the bat, I love the main character’s mom. The comment that she made about her “falling on her ass” made me giggle, and she seems so kindhearted and genuine. I also really love all of the side characters that you create. Especially Noelle and Sabrina. I feel as though every character that you put into your stories makes it seem so full. Like you’re dotting all of your I's and crossing your T's by having them, and all of them serve a purpose that just makes the story that much better. Your consistency of always bring up social issues in your stories is also admirable. Talking about gender roles, sexism, and the topic of masculinity really made my heart melt, and I’m glad that even though they may have their differences, she stood up for Jimin like that against her boyfriend instead of just waving it off.

Thank you so so so so soooo much Shanna for everything that you do. I truly admire you and I can’t wait to see what happens next! Also, this is me trying to map out the character dynamics and comming up with theories for the rest of the series even though this is only part one:

😂😂😂Alright! ILY to pieces! Sending you lots of love💕💕💕

Raise the Barre (Ch. 1)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight​ (WHO MADE THIS PERFECTLY GORGEOUS MOODBOARD)

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Word Count: 7,003

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU 

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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They couldn’t be a bunch of young guys fucking around in the streets forever. Yoongi had always known somewhere in the back of his mind that the makeshift family they built together would change when they started real ones. He saw it coming.

But something about it makes him feel empty, anyway.

Something about it makes him think of you.

Ana, serious question here but: How is it that you made my heart stop with only one word? Are you a fairy? Or some sort of angel? I think you might be just because of how magical you are, and how you’re able to make me just...feel things whenever you’re around or when I see you post something.

First, and I’m taking a detour and coming off a bit stronger than I usually do with these (probably because I’m a good halfway through my wine right now and my cheeks are feeling flushed but…) this: 

“Blowing up my pager is obnoxious,” he hisses.  “Page and wait.  That’s the least you can do.”....You Mother Fuc-

Honestly, that entire convo with douchebag, dumbass, Dr. Lee made me want to reach through my screen and shake him until he starts to drool. Does he not have any decency??? At all??? I honestly hope that Yoongi comes in during one of this blowups and does more than pick his pockets thats for sure because he needs to be knocked down several peggs if you ask me. 

Whew, okay, now that that’s done, not @ how the mc went sleuthing and found baseball players instead of his name. That honestly made me laugh and I love that as the chapters unfold, you get to see more and more of this mysterious Yoongi piece by piece. I also really enjoyed the beginning when you touched on his earlier days when he practiced piano. It was very soft and I just kept on hearing First Love play over and over again in my mind, so thank you Ana for this heartfelt tidbit. 

Everything that you do amazes me. Truly. I look up to you so much Ana, so anything that you put out is surely going to be kept in my heart and mind forever (I hope that doesn’t add any pressure toward you or anything). Anyways, thank you for this. I’m sending you my heart over and over and over again.💕

P.S. - Also, is this this Yoongi that you imagined at the end??? 

Because if so, you have unlocked another monster ma’am. Okay. Now I’m done. Sending you my love forever and ever, Ana.

greedy | myg x reader | chapter two: church lady tights

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.0K

notes:

okay your girl finally got it together to put out chapter two! i am so grateful for the enthusiasm you guys had about chapter one so i really hope this lives up to expectations.  i would love to hear from you guys what you think!

beta read by @hobi-gif​ because, duh.

ALSO my sincerest apologies to the very real KBO League baseball players i reference in this story. may they never someday google their romanized names and realize they’ve been dragged into a bangtan porn. amen.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece!

Chapter 01 | 02

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Bak Seolhee was one of those holy roller types.

She wore clunky black shoes and church lady tights that always looked like they were this close to cutting off her circulation.  Her glasses sat right at the tip of her nose, forever in danger of slipping right off her pinched face.

She wasn’t a pleasant woman.

But every week she made the trek – compelled by the love of Jesus – to teach piano at the Shing Ma Boys Home.  And every week, like clockwork, the boys scattered like marbles the moment she arrived.

But not Yoongi.

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“Has it been really lonely?” you ask, compassion leaking through the crack in your voice.

The pause is answer enough. And you expected it. What you didn’t expect, though, was his reply, “I have you now.”

Debs!!! Hello again you amazing and gorgeous human being. Honestly, I’m so glad to have taken the time to read this chapter because it’s been a while and school has left little to no free time for me. So the second I got an inch of freedom, I took it, and now I’m here.

First, I would like to say that I really missed this world as well as your own writing. It feels so light and free, and I feel comforted every time I read one of your works, so thank you for being here and continuing to share your own creations. I don’t deserve you, but I’m grateful for you.

I really loved the set up of this chapter. I mean, from the beginning you can see how the main character is trying to keep things in equilibrium on shaky ground, but once she found her footing, things just kind of took off and left little control. The repetition that was weaved throughout, all of the "You're over it" “You will not break. You’re over him.” You're over Namjoon", to show her increasing desperation to not let underlying feelings overtake her was really something beautiful. And you know that if those emotions do take over, it could mean possibly reopening the wound of what broke them apart the first time, so it’s more like a defense mechanism. A mantra to protect her and her heart. And it seemed to be working fine until this part:

“I mean, I imagined being undressed in your bed again, but I definitely didn’t think it would be like this.”

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Sir!!!! I honestly had to take a minute and pull away from my phone because I definitely was not expecting that at all. But it would be a lie if I said that it wasn’t welcomed.

It’d occurred to you once that the fates had a sense of humor, and now you’re quickly realizing that tormenting you is their favorite brand of humor.

Once I read this I was like “Alright SAMEEE!!!” It’s okay mc, we’re in this together babe.  

Also, the part that details Namjoon’s loneliness really made my heart reach out for him. Maybe it’s because during the first few chapters we see everything from the main character’s point of view and seeing her hang out with her friends and family, and we’re not really taking into account how Namjoon feels. But just reading that part made my heart yearn for him, and so did the main character’s because slowly you begin to see her submit to her inner feelings. Begin to see that she might not be as over him as she may have believed. (Okay, but pulling the 'Joonie' card and the hand on the thigh was low so I'm lowkey side-eying Yeri for now).

And then this jaw-dropper:

You’re definitely not over him.

Even though a part of me knew that this is what it would come to, it still surprised me to see it and actually have it set in stone. Now I’m curious as to how everything else will unfold between her and Namjoon and Yeri because I’m guessing she’s catching feelings for him too.

I was actually going to send my thoughts last night but my body was just so fatigued and I was mentally drained, but now that I've had some time to sleep and spend more time thinking about it, I'm just like WOW!! You really wrote this Debs! And I can’t believe that it’s taken me such a long time to get to it because it’s so beautiful. 

Thank you so much Debs! You continually amaze me each and every time you write and I’m so proud to know you and read your works. I adore you and I’m sending in my love.💕💕💕

sincerely, but no longer yours | chapter 4

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sincerely, but no longer yours | ex!kim namjoon x reader

genre | angst, exes au

summary | It started as a coping mechanism as getting the words out provided a form of catharsis. But now you can’t stop writing these love letters, even with the knowledge that they’ll never get sent. After all, who writes love letters to their ex?

word count | 4.2k

chapter rating | PG-13

warnings | none

a/n | IM SO SORRY this is late 😔😔 skldjflkj i was trying to get this out for namjoon’s bday butttt i failed HAHAH sighz life just threw consecutive curveballs my way ok but here we go!!!! part foouuuurrrr

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[Did you really think that the Kharli loving Rain fest was over?]

He doesn’t know how long he has been standing here, only that the ministers are undoubtedly staring at him, waiting for his next command. It’s a feeling he still has yet to fully get accustomed to, but he must learn to take it. 

He must.

Coming back after reading the last part and thinking about the relationship between Yoongi and the main character, it’s amazing how loyal he has become toward her. And how through everything, his eyes are still searching for hers during his ascension to the throne for comfort and almost...a bit for reassurance? Like knowing that she’s there and watching him will make him feel like carrying on his duties now as King will be worth something more than just a title or a way to prove himself to be better than his father. Oooh and this:

The traditional chants ring out across the courtyard, carrying far with the whirling wind and all these emotions are stuck in his tight throat as he watches them bow before him again and again and he wishes he could have had more time but there has never been room for regret in this court and so he decides, tells himself, reminds himself, to have none.

He is king.

This part was just so powerful. It’s so booming and demanding to be heard because above all else, Yoongi knows that he must do what is right for the people of his kingdom and do it with confidence. But it all felt like everything came to a deafening cease at the very end. When his confidence begins to shake and the first of his looming duties awaits him. It's tragic really, and I’m not sure if I should be saying that now because I know that we have a LONG way to go, but...it’s just amazing how much you were able to pack in such a short form. You completely amaze me day after day Rain and I am completely and utterly thankful for you, friend. ILY SOOO MUCH!! I’m giving you my heart and soul. Thank you for making my night/morning 😅😘💕💕💕💕

interlude: february 1867.

he is king – whether or not he wants to be.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: drama words: 750 contains: historical au, the dreaded, the inevitable, the unexpected.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 17. start from the beginning?

A bundle of incense clutched in a tight fist, Yoongi stands in front of the funeral chamber with trepidation trickling in his chest.

He doesn’t know how long he has been standing here, only that the ministers are undoubtedly staring at him, waiting for his next command. It’s a feeling he still has yet to fully get accustomed to, but he must learn to take it. He must.

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