are you cool enough yet

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

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“We don’t need karaoke or to be drunk to- to be silly, trust me. We just did it in the photoshoot, trust me, it goes down between us.”  [x]

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Et dès que je l’aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

A happy belated birthday to Quartetship (by two days orz)
Man I really suck at on time birthday presents (BUT THAT MAKES ME AMAZING AT LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENTS HAHAHAHAaaaaaa orz)
When I finished A Different Song this song was the only thing that played in my head as I envisioned some ending credits haha!!
Well I hope you had a wonderful birthday Q! I’m sorry I couldn’t post this on time haha ;v; orz

So many cool kids follow me and I literally don’t know why. And by cool kids I mean @thewittywriter @toomanyshipsforme @juuls

@clockwork-cameo @chovihanni @sophiascribbling and some others I can’t seem to remember right now. Why do you stick around? No idea. Does it make me happy? Fuck yeah! Oh! And @agent-jake-the-dog How could I forget about you?
If you meet somebody and they love you when you are your true, awful, not-ready-yet, boring, not cool enough, not handsome enough, not pretty enough, too fat, too poor self? And if you love them back so much it makes you calm? And they have flaws and you do not mind a single one of them?
That means you get yourself to the church and you pull one of those priests out of bed and you have him cast one of those wedding spells on you. If you’re gay and this happens, you might have to rent a car first and drive to one of the states that operates a few hours ahead.
Because if you found that, you found it.
—  Augusten Burroughs
life//jungkook

Request;  If i can have a smutty request 3some with jimin and kook, but if not a fluffy kook scenario where u have to film him dancing thanks u amazing! <3

i don’t write smut whoops. here’s a kookie fluff hun. but tbh i really dont know wtf i was writing i’m sorry.

Jeon Jungkook. 1143 words. Fluff.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

simply jungkook trying to be provocative

His eyes sweep over to you, cocking an eyebrow in a suggestive nature, his lips are slightly agape as his tongue glides over to the corner for a split-second before disappearing. His dark hair is gelled, side swept; a loose strand hovers over his forehead, contrasting against his pale skin. He slumps your way, hands outstretched, an open invite for you to join him in his dance.

You laugh at his provocative advances, the camcorder you’re holding up trembling in yours grasp as the seconds marking the length of the video tick by.

The bursting soundtrack ricochets against the walls, drowning your hearty laughter, and the sound of his approaching footsteps on the floorboards.

“Come on. You’re saying you don’t want this.” He drawls out smugly, hands gesturing to his body.

“Be serious, Jungkook.”

You chide, though not having the impact you want it to because you should take your own advice and stop cachinnating if you want to make this work.

“Take five!” He yells to one in particular, switching the stereo off before joining you at the ceiling-to-floor mirror wall.

Jungkook uncaps the water bottle, taking huge gulps before realizing that the camcorder is still running. The corners of his lips pull up as his large hand covers the lance, forcing the device down, his eyes gleaming with knowing glee.

“If you need something to jack off to─ “

“Jeon Jungkook!” You gasp, jaw slacked as blood rushes to your cheeks.

A smack lands on the aforementioned boy’s forearm, as he chuckles a throaty chuckle, the very same arm you slapped winds around your shoulders to bring you close and you involuntarily bury your burning face into his chest, feeling the vibration from his chuckle against your cheek somewhat soothing.

“No but seriously I can─”

“I told you it’s for a film festival in college, damn it.” You hit his broad chest, having enough of his teasing (if he is even).

His free hand captures yours, trapping it where you’d swatted him.

“And what’s it about?” He raises your hand to press a feathery kiss on your knuckles, not knowing how such a simple gesture could send shivers down your spine, physically drawing goosebumps on your skin.

“The theme is ‘life through lance.’ Basically you just film whatever it is that makes life… life.”

There’s a silence. The only sound you hear is the beating of Jungkook’s heart, a tad too fast than normal human heartrate. Every cleft of your heart is woven by inexplainable gratification, just knowing that you’re the reason for the racing of his heart. His heart beats for you.

“Damn straight I’m life itself.”

You pull away from his embrace, sitting upright and shooting him a you-just-ruined-a-perfect-moment look.

“What? Aren’t I?” He asks, baffled at your reaction.

Isn’t he?

“Sometimes I question why I’m with you.”

“Isn’t it because I’ve settled for mediocre girls because my level of beauty is infinite that nobody can reach it?”

Or because your head is too far up your ass, your breath stinks of bullshit and chases everyone away.”

“Uh huh. How does my bullshit taste like when you’re fervently sucking my tongue?”

Your hand’s twitching. Oh, how you’d love to slap that shit eating grin off his face.

“I’ve tasted better.”

And you know you’ve won when his jaw falls to the ground, round eyes gawking at you in disconcert.

“Yah! What do you mean?! You said I was your first kiss!”

He yells, -voice laced with desperation for your denial- filling the hallway as you walk down towards the lobby to get to the mini self-serving drink area.

“Did I? My bad!” You holler back, fighting the rising chortles.

♔ ♔

You tear open the packet of instant coffee, pouring the content into the mug you got off the mug racks. Finally done with filling it with hot water, you begin steering the coffee with a tablespoon.

All of a sudden, you feel a warm body press against your back, boxing you in as both hands rests on both sides of you, gripping the edge of the countertop you’re preparing your drink at. Hot breath fans the nape of your neck; soft lips brush your skin, sending your heart to cardiac arrest.

Disregarding the way Jungkook makes your knees weak and your hand quiver with anticipation, you encase the mug in your palms, bringing up to your lips and blowing away the steam of heat softly.

“_____.”

His voice is a whisper, much like the gust of zephyr passing through a dandelion field; gentle but coy.

“Mhm?” You casually hum, tilting the mug to test the temperature of the drink with a smidge touch of your lips.

You pull away the mug out of reflex as you deem it still hasn’t cooled off enough yet.

“I’ve decided.” He completely rests his chin on your shoulder, the side of his face brushing against yours.

“Oh? What have you decided on?” You question.

“It doesn’t matter who your first kiss was because at the end of the day, you’re with me and I’m the one you’re filming as a part of your life.”

He releases his grip on the edge of the countertop and coils his arms around your waist.

By now your coffee, though still in your grasp, held close to your chin, is forgotten and looking a tad bit lonely.

At that, you set the mug back on the white wooden surface and whirl on your heels to come face to face with your boyfriend.

“Who are you and what have you done to my Jungkook?” You prod, perplexed at the maturity he’s displaying.

The corner of his lips lifts up into crooked smile as he tugs you into him until you’re chest to chest.

“He became a man.”

With that his lips meets you in a light, tender kiss, growing vehement, ardent and possessive, stripping off the façade of indifference and baring his true thoughts to you with every motion of his lips.

Because a part of him will always want to be your special something and he’d be damned to think that your first kiss is everything but.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, breaking the kiss and you swear you see a flash of hurt in his dark eyes, taking your humor as rejection. But it’s gone before you can even register what you saw.

“I can’t believe you just ignored the fact that I admitted to tasting better bullshit and got worked up over some imaginary first kiss dude.”

But your confession makes up for it and his lips curve into a complacent smile and transform into a grin, the crinkles in the corner of his crescent-like eyes appear.

“I knew it!” He frees you from the hug and fist bumps the air.


“Oh, and Kookie.”

“Hm?”

“You’re still a baby.”