Im Waiting For This To Happen

Jimin: Say those three words and i'm yours

Yoongi: Those three words

Jimin:...

Jimin: I'll take it

min yoongi is rude: a brief gif collection

yes hello this is a friendly warning that this post contains extremely rude content and that the following is not for the faint of heart 

i apologize in advance for any damage or pain that it may cause

ok, let’s begin

first, let’s examine le body rolls (for scientific purposes of course)

ok we’re starting off light with a playful hip thrust no big deal

ok alright now he’s gettin a lil more into it i see u yoongi

now just wait a damn minute

hold the fucking phone

BITCH WHAT THE—

this is getting out of hand

don’t think about sex don’t think about sex don’t think about sex don’t—

well fuck that’s a nice shoulder

*gulp*

i…… i gotta go

bitch fuck off

I SAID GO AWAY

*screaming*

i’m thinking bad thoughts stop stop stop

don’t give me that look—

*more screaming*

*takes breath*

*even more screaming*

I

AM

HURT

ok wow i need to stop before i’m past the point of no return goodbye

(i do not own any of these gifs)

practicing the ways of his future fam :3c

Miraculous Ladybug episode 15- Le Gamer

NightNight

The Boyfriend Shirt™

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

genre/components: fluff // jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time

count: 3220 words

a/n: inspired by jungkook’s sinful shirt from baepsae dance practice and just fratboy jungkook // © image warning: implied sex

Jungkook never liked people touching his things. There was a system as to how he arranged and wore his things, a very organized system, which could be shattered by a single tilt to the equilibrium if anyone were to touch any of it.

In other words, he just really fucking hated people touching his things.

When he was five, he’d keep the ninja turtle figurines from the playroom all to himself, hiding them from the other kids, who incessantly cried, and earning an earful from the teacher (in his defense, she only hated him because Jungkook never got the math questions right). The pet peeve carried on to adulthood, to his four years in college. It was even more difficult to avoid getting irked by such a small detail when he was living with a handful of guys who had no sense of personal space, especially Taehyung who loved to “borrow” his underwear. Then again life had its way of changing the winds of his courses.

For one, living in a frat house was something he never pictured himself doing. Let alone, joining a frat at all. The frat he was in (thankfully) was smaller and directed more towards finding career pathways for those interested in professionally pursuing music and performance. Though, it was easy to doubt that mission statement when you saw the shenanigans that happened in the house (there was that one incident with Namjoon, a cat, and a jukebox on the roof). And not to mention the ridiculous house parties.

Aside from being part of a tight-knit brotherhood, he never thought he’d be one to do casual, though undeniably satisfying, hookups either. He always pictured himself settling down with one person, keeping it low key and mellow, and staying with them until he popped the big question. But college was a different battlefield altogether. Nobody had a set plan, and neither did he. Turns out, he was more than happy to sate his hormones with quick drunk fucks. Well, in his case, it turned out to be multiple nights with the same ‘one night stand’.

To sum it up, Jungkook had become your go-to fuck buddy.

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reblog bc everyone deserves to have jimin working out on their blog

my parents: “if you ever have a problem, don’t hesitate to talk to us about it.”

also my parents: “WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A WHINY ASS BITCH ABOUT IT? DEPRESSION IS NOT REAL. IT’S JUST A PHASE”

me: “but, you just said–”

"YOU TEENAGERS ARE SO DRAMATIC ABOUT A SMALL PROBLEM”

me:

“i need you right now”

Me: I hate lyrics that make no sense 

Yoongi: Click click to the bang bang, click clack to the pow

Me: