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crazy-rafe-madler  asked:

For the Drabbles, 17 with Bucky? 😘❤

A/N “All of my Drabbles and headcanons are going to be about fat readers unless requested otherwise. The reason I do this is because I am constantly reading fanfics about skinny women, and there’s nothing wrong with that, I just thought I’d contribute to the larger readers because I am fat as well. But if you want a skinny reader or something else, just ask☺️”

It was a rainy day and you were sat against the headboard of yours and Bucky’s shared bed, reading a book. Days like these were your favorite, the soft pitter patter of rain on the windows, the way everything looked so dark yet so light, the way you could just relax and not have to worry about missions or Hydra or any other threat. You were so engrossed in your book in fact that you didn’t even hear Bucky come through the door, he had just finished sparring with Steve and was looking forward to a much needed shower, and maybe he could convince you to join too. He had expected a greeting, a kiss or a hello at least, but what he got was you sitting on the bed oblivious to his presence. Bucky didn’t like that, yes he loved watching you read, loved the way your nose would crinkle when a character did something you hated and the way your eyes would light up and smile when a character did something you loved. But right now he wanted attention, so he sat his gym bag down with a thump, hoping to rouse you, and it did, but you decided you were going to play a little game. You ignored the sound and turned another page, pushing your glasses up a tad and continued reading. Bucky was slightly annoyed, ‘how had she not heard that?’ he asked himself. So Bucky tried his next move in getting you to notice him, “Hi, doll” …. silence. Bucky was surprised, obviously you heard that, right? It wasn’t until he saw your lips upturn a little that he realized you were ignoring him. ‘So that’s how she wants to play it’ Bucky slowly sauntered over to you, being as sexy as he possibly can, which to be honest he doesn’t have to try hard. He takes off his shirt and crawls up the bed towards you, you’re trying your hardest to to seem fazed, but Bucky could tell he was getting to you, from the crimson in your cheeks to the way you clenched your thighs together to quell your arousal. But you weren’t giving in, not by a long shot, you continued to read as he climbed up your body and rested his head on your soft stomach. And he just layed there, you found it odd how he wasn’t doing anything so you decided to take a peak from the top of your book and what you saw gave you chills. There he was, smirk on his face and hands at your sides “Bucky, do-” you were cut off by the assault of his hands, one flesh and one metal, tickling your sides and blowing raspberries on your round tummy. Your book flew from your hands and you immediately tried to pry his hands off you, all while giggling and gasping for breath “ Stop! It tickles! ” “That’s the point, doll” he said while laughing along with you. Finally he decided you had enough and stopped to let you catch your breath. You were still giggling and Bucky chuckled softly “You still gonna ignore me?” he asked while massaging your sides and smiling at you. “I don’t know, what else do you got up your sleeve?” You said cheekily. Bucky leaned in and put his lips just close enough to touch slightly “I’ll show you”

Broken Window

Anonymous asked: You’re taking requests? Oh gods! Please write something with Thor??? *.* I can’t come with a good prompt right now, but anything you could do fluffy with him would make me very happy!

Here you go. I based this on a prompt:  Person A is throwing stone at person B’s Window, attempting to be romantic. When A does not appear at the window, A results to throwing a rock, in turn smashing the window from @prompts-to-inspire. I do not own Thor. He belongs to Marvel. 

Warnings: Fluff

Pairings: Thor x reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

You were engrossed in your book when you heard it. A faint clink. You furrowed your brows in confusion and listened. When you didn’t hear it again, you shrugged and went back to your book. You read for a few more minutes before you heard it again. You let out a sigh, but didn’t look up from your reading. You figured it was probably a bird or something.

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Simple Cooking

Mahiru came home to see his favorite vampires playing video games and getting along in general. It was times like this that made him smile because he made the right choice in deciding to date them both.

 “Guys, I’m home!” Mahiru exclaimed as he entered the apartment building. He got murmurs of greetings in response considering they were engrossed in their game.  Of course it was only a matter of time before-

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Tour bus make out

Requested by: anonymous 

#59- “….or we could make out…” 

#53- “Take off your shirt.” 

Both are from the prompt list that I re blogged a while ago. 

Masterlist 

Your Pov: 

You and your boyfriend of 2 years, Josh were just relaxing on the tour bus couch. You were cuddled up to his side while he had him arm draped around your shoulder. A position that you guys were usually found in. 

Tyler and Jenna were getting ready to go out and explore the city that you guys were currently in since the boys were on tour. 

“You guys coming with us?” Tyler asked us while putting on his black signature baseball cap. 

Josh was too engrossed in the show that was currently playing on the TV so I decided to answer him. 

“Nah,” I said while shaking my head. “We went exploring yesterday.” I told him. 

He just nodded at me. 

“Alright then, see you guys tonight then.” He said. And with that they were off and out the door. 

Once the door was closed I turned to Josh and tried to get his attention.

“Hey babe.” I said to him while standing up and looking around the bus. I was trying to see if we were the only ones left on the bus. Fortunately for us we were. I smiled at this.

“Were all alone.” I said to him with a smirk while sitting back down. Still no response. 

Geez, I thought, he must really like this show. Fine then, we were just gonna have to do it the hard way then. 

I sighed and crawled up onto his lap so I was now straddling him. Once I was on and comfortable I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in. My lips found their way to his neck and they immediately started to suck on his sweet spot, for sure leaving a hickey. 

After a couple of minutes went by I heard a small moan come from him. Perfect. I thought. I finally have his attention. I came back up from his neck and was met with his now lust filled eyes. 

“What was that for baby?” He asked me. His eyes full of curiosity and excitement.  His hands moved slightly and they placed themselves on my hips. 

I smirked at him. 

“Were all alone.” I stated to him, hoping that he would get the hint. “You know what that means?” I asked him suggestively, helping him out a little bit. 

“We can watch whatever we want on the TV without anybody getting mad?” He asked me while chuckling slightly. 

I however did not find this funny at all so I just glared at him.

“…Or we could make out…” I bluntly stated. 

He immediately stopped laughing and his eyes filled up with lust again. He slowly licked his lips. His hands started to move upwards on my body and he pulled on the hem of my t-shirt. 

“Take off your shirt.” 


A/N: Here it is! Finally lol. I’m so sorry it took this long. I was just really busy with life. I hope whoever requested this likes it:) I think it’s kinda cute. I also wanna thank you guys so much for your patience with me. I’ve been horrible at uploading recently but that should change since it’s summer now! Anyways I hope you like this! Requests are currently closed since I still have to write like four of them. lol. Have a great day/night wherever you are!I also don’t know if I will have anything up for Sunday cause I’m busy this weekend but I will try my hardest💕 

kloud  asked:

Twenty: After smooshing Kate's cheeks, Cyrlen kisses her forehead.

Cyrlen rapped his knuckles against the thick wooden door, kicking his foot against the floor as he settled in to wait. The door refused to budge, and he heard no noise from inside, so he tried again, knocking louder. Again, there was no reply.

He chuckled, imagining her face down on the rug, happily snoring away, or curled up in a chair with a cup of tea in one hand, so deeply engrossed in the drink that she failed to notice his pounding on the door. But she wasn’t getting away that easily. He had a free evening, there was an extraordinary pink sunset covering the horizon, and he had an overwhelming desire to share both of those things. With a burst of enthusiasm, he grabbed at the handle and threw the door open, swinging into the apartment with happy abandon.

“Kate?” He called, glancing around at the sparsely yet carefully decorated room for any sign of her. There was a blanket tossed haphazardly across the sofa, and two tea mugs lying discarded on the table, alongside a pile of neatly stacked papers. A vase of flowers cast a shadow from where it sat on the window sill, filling the room with the mild scent of dawn lotus. The fireplace was empty, though warm, and the kettle that hung above it was full of water, as though it were being kept there on reserve. A tin of cocoa sat on top of the mantle, the lid slightly open.

Cyrlen frowned pensively, wondering for a moment if perhaps she had decided to spend her evening elsewhere. But Cullen would not be finished with his meetings until well after 7, and she only visited the Herald’s Rest when everyone else went. That left one other place where she would spend her leisure time.

He crossed the room to the thin stairwell that lay nestled by the bedchamber. Taking the stairs two at a time, he made his way up to the roof of the tower. The door to the outside required a little shoving, but he managed to move it after a good strong push. It creaked nostalgically as it opened, and he was greeted with a face full of the evening breeze and the light of the sunset that peaked through the mountains, bathing the world in a juicy pink that breathed a quiet life into everything it touched. And there, stretched out on a velveteen blanket, one arm crossed over her eyes as she soaked up the sunset rays, was Kate, dark hair spilling out over the ground in a soft mass of waves.

Cyrlen hung in the doorway for a moment, considering his options as he watched her. Finally, no closer to making a decision, he called out softly, “Is this…a good time? Or would you prefer I came back later?”

She shifted, pulling her arm away from her face and rolling over to blink at him. “I’m like 99 percent sure you were going to yell at me about the sunset anyway, so now is fine.”

“You know me too well.”

Please, you were never an enigma.” She slowly pulled herself upright and spread the blanket out a little more, inviting him to sit down as he approached. He did so, crossing his legs and resting his palms on his knees in a comfortable position. For a while, they sat there in silence, content to only breathe and watch the slowly fading light. Cyrlen was just starting to feel the chill of the wind beneath his skin and considering creating a warming spell for the two of them when Kate spoke.

“Looks a bit like ice lollies.”

Cyrlen scrunched up his face, searching for the word in his catalogue of memories she had shared with him. “Ice lollies are the…frozen juice treats, right?”

“Mhmmmm.”

“So, what here looks like ice lollies?”

“The mountain caps,” she replied, pointing at the snow covered peaks that were drenched in sun rays.

Cyrlen studied the scene in front of them, then turned to her, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Kate growled goodnaturedly, and blew a hair out of her face with a short gust of air. “I can say something nice without it meaning that I’m hungry, you know.”

“Can you?” Cyrlen questioned dubiously, earning him a swift punch in the arm. “Ow.”

Kate snickered, then leaned back where she sat with a contented sigh. “Did you hear? Your Inquisition increased by three today. Yours truly delivered triplets via a successful cesarean.”

“It’s not my Inquisition, but I happily accept the babies.”

He bit back laughter, his face growing red as he tried to maintain a straight, neutral expression. Kate blinked at him, surprise emanating from her gaze as she waited expectantly, all while clearly trying very hard to pretend that she was not waiting expectantly for anything.

“I…yeah. They’re all a little small, none of them over 3 kilos…” she glanced over at him, and he nodded with interest, still holding his neutral expression in place. She smiled half-heartedly and kept talking. “I thought we would have more complications, and it didn’t go completely smoothly, but we handled everything really well…”

Cyrlen kept nodding. Kate’s words trailed off. She blinked out at the sunset, practically radiating confusion.

Cyrlen cracked, almost spitting out his laughter. “Kate! Kate, I’m just teasing!” He exclaimed, leaning in closer to her, then immediately leaning away as she turned on him with a glare, her hair flinging in all directions. “Seriously, Kate,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender, though he kept giggling. “I’m very proud of you. Surgery is hard enough but three babies? You never cease to amaze me. The Inquisition relies on you.”

She smiled rather smugly, crossing her arms against her chest. “Well…you’d better, I guess.” She snorted at herself. “But I really am happy to do it, and I’m glad you approve.”

“‘Approve’,” Cyrlen mimicked with a snicker. “You just live for the applause.” He stretched out his hands and pressed them to her cheeks, smooshing the soft skin there teasingly as she laughed. He paused, suddenly, and looked intently into her eyes. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

Kate nodded, as best as she could with his hands still resting on her face. “Yeah, and I’m proud of you.”

“I’m being serious, Kate.”

“Oh and I’m not?”

“Ugh, Creators, just shut up,” he exclaimed, darting forward and pressing a long kiss to her brow. “Now…” he said slowly, leaning back and lowering his hands from her cheeks. “I’m freezing, and you’re hungry. Shall we go see if we can find some hot soup?”

“As ever, oh mage, you have read my mind.” 

I saw this post by @hyperstorms so I blame them entirely for this idea for a ship I didn’t even know I sailed.

So Crowe’s got that cool motorcycle and ends up at Hammerhead for repairs because who hasn’t heard of that amazing garage, ‘ight? And out walks our beautiful gal Cindy. Guess who can only keep it together through years of Kingsglaive training and sheer determination?

Of course Cindy likes what she sees and starts offering to do a whole bunch of other repairs, “Free of charge for a noble gal like you Hun!” when in reality the bike doesn’t need anything else, she just wants to keep her where she can see her. Crowe kept that bike in such perfect condition there wasn’t much else it needed besides the one new part and maybe a wax job. (Crowe of course is aware of this being a moter head herself but is too engrossed in chatting about bike builds with the lovely mechanic to complain).

And boy does Cindy deliver on the part. Brand new, top of the line Crown City make, and something that definitely wasn’t affordable on a military budget. Crowe is finally flustered about not being able to pay for it and instead offers to give Cindy her number so they can talk out some kind of payment plan.

Cindy instead brings the piece of paper with the phone number up to her lips and says “Don’t worry ‘bout it, I reckon this alone’ll cover the cost quite nicely.” The wink she gives Crowe nearly kills the woman.

(And the chewing out Cid gives for giving away that part nearly kills Cindy)

(She still thinks it was worth it)

Friendship Comes First:  What (Good) Fanfiction Can Teach Us About the Romantic Subplot.

I love all forms of storytelling:  television, books, movies, you name it.  As long as it’s quality, its ripe for the picking.  

It’s so easy for me to become engrossed in the lives and psychologies of fictitious characters, to care for them as though they’re people I really know.  Which, on some metaphysical level, I suppose is true, but that’s a topic for another essay.

However, in the midst of all my possibly Asperger’s-fueled hyper-fixation and nerdery, there’s one inevitable aspect of seemingly every plot to which I will almost always role my eyes and click the fast-forward button:  the goddamned romantic subplot.

So many times have I seen the exact same variation of romantic love between fifty homogeneous couples, and each time, I failed to see the appeal:  in books, the smirking, obnoxious male love interest will woo the object of his desire through flagrant disrespect, the same toned bodies will copulate furiously on my television screens (typically at the exact same moment my parents or small siblings will walk into the room), the same vapid, flirtatious stares and generic dialogue will be exchanged. 

But where’s the basis for it?  Yes, these people are stressed to be attracted to one another to the point of obnoxiousness, but do they even like each other as individuals?  Are they even friends?  Is there any three-dimensionality to their relationship besides sizing each other up and deciding to bump uglies? 

Simply and also sadly, the answer is very rarely.  And so, it seemed to me that romance was not my cup of tea, both in the fictitious world and out of it.  Or so it seemed.  

Because it was then, at approximately seventeen, that I discovered a remarkable phenomenon that would change my life forever:  fanfiction.  

Never before had I been so enraptured in the relationships of fictional characters, and I was baffled as to why.  Yes, I’ve read a tremendous deal of fanfiction that is, in fact, book quality, but as an avid bibliophile, I was perplexed as to why I’d never been so captivated by the romantic endeavors of a published author as I was by the passion-projects of writers not much older than I was.     

After a lot of time, careful consideration, and the illuminating words of some of my fellow bloggers, however, I believe I can finally put words as to why. 


1.  Give your characters a narrative purpose (besides being The Love Interest.) 

Do you ever wonder what inspires Supernatural fans to tirelessly churn out fics about their favorite human-on-angel pairing?  I have, and this is someone who’s a proud proponent of the stuff.  

The sheer magnitude of free literature available, constantly repositing the pair in all manor of situations and walks of life, is absolutely baffling, and undeniably impressive.  Indeed, some of the best works of romantic literature – and yes, I do consider fanfiction to be a form of literature – I have ever come across were starring none other than this specific pairing:  from the infamous Twist and Shout (which I don’t recommend if you ever want to listen to Elvis Presley music, visit a beach, or feel joy ever again) to the charming Have Love, Will Travel (probably my personal favorite), some truly beautiful love stories have blossomed from a pairing that has never even been confirmed onscreen to have romantic connotations.  

Perhaps just as baffling is the other end of the spectrum:  Lisa Braeden.  Lisa, for those unfamiliar, is basically posited as the love of Dean’s life, with whom he lived for a year before being forced to give up his dream of a family life and return to full-time demon busting.  They’ve canonically kissed, had sex, shared a bed, and everything typically associated with an onscreen couple.    

Yet comparatively no fanworks exist about them.  When Lisa does appear in a fic, she is usual Castiel’s rival for Dean’s affections, or simply a hapless bystander. 

Why is this?  Well, a disillusioned observer might point to straight women’s apparent predilection towards fetishizing male homosexuality (I, for the record, am not straight myself;  I’m a proud bisexual who, thus far, has only dated women.)  I’m inclined to retort that this isn’t giving female fans nearly enough credit. 

For starters, remove all context from each relationship and examine them with a critical eye:  on the one hand, you have Castiel, Dean’s angelic savior from forty years in perdition.  Castiel is clearly fascinated with Dean, appearing in his bedroom, somewhat suggestively (advertently or otherwise) inquiring about his dreams, watching him sleep, routinely invading his personal space, and ultimately rebelling against heaven in accordance with Dean’s wishes. 

On the other hand, you have Lisa, a perfectly nice character who’s introduced as “the bendiest weekend of (Dean’s) life” and…well, that’s about it.  She’s later shown as a sort of amalgamation of Dean’s subconscious desire for a mother figure and normal life, but she, as a character, remains somewhat underdeveloped and hollow. 

You can’t expect fans to hold the two relationships to the same caliber and then cry internalized misogyny and fetishization of gay and bisexual men when they don’t.

The fact of the matter is, onscreen “friendships” are typically much more developed, much more three-dimensional, and much more ideal of what a truly epic romantic plot should be.  A character with a clear place in the narrative and three dimensional characterization all their own will almost always be more charismatic than a character who’s introduced as exclusively The Love Interest.  

This is not to say that what makes fanfiction so great is that it sexualizes or romanticizes friendship.  In fact, I’m inclined to believe it’s the other way around.  

Which brings me to my next point…

2.  Make sure your characters are friends.

It’s a romance for the ages.  A love like no other.  They’re soulmates, yin and yang, a match made in the stars.

But do they enjoy each other’s company?  Laugh at each other’s jokes?  Take part in each other’s interests?  Are they even friends?  

The sad fact of the matter is, romance and erotica are, as a whole, starved for values of friendship and camaraderie. 

This is something I realized only after my love of fanfiction took root, when I tried to return to my normal sources of adult entertainment (romance, erotica, and porn) and found them, by comparison, almost bafflingly lacking in warmth and camaraderie.  

What I think makes fanfiction so addictive is the fact that it’s built upon the established relationships of two or more characters (the Onceler and company notwithstanding) who, typically, care for one another as friends and compatriots.  

Look at some of the internet’s favorite pairings:  Dean Winchester and Castiel remain a classic.  Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are always crowd-pleasers.  Kara Denvers and Lena Luthor are seeing a rise in popularity.  We all know Sherlock has somewhat fallen from grace, but the union of its two main characters still retains a devoted following.

This is no accident:  despite lacking onscreen confirmation, these characters have proven themselves to care for one another as more than objects of their sexual desire.  They’re friends, with relationships based in loyalty and warmth that are, unfortunately, sorely lacking in typical fictional romances.  

Once you get a taste of this brand of friendship-infused romance, in fanfiction or otherwise, it’s hard to go back.  

This isn’t just limited to quote-unquote “fanon” couples, either:  couples such as Mulder and Scully, Bones and Booth, Yuuri and Victor, and Ladybug and Chat Noir can all attribute their popularity to this strong basis in friendship, camaraderie, and mutual respect.

This is also the leading cause as to why the formerly booming 50 Shades franchise, and other arguably sexist, abusive dynamics, are struggling at the box office.  

Which reminds me… 

3.  Make sure your characters are equals. 

Unless you’re writing a Lolita-esque social commentary, it’s probably your best bet to keep your characters on fairly equal ground. 

I mean this in every sense of the word, too:  I have a difficult time getting invested in a romance when there’s a pretty blatant power imbalance, which oftentimes occurs due to the implicit sexism of the entertainment industry.

Disproportionately young actresses are assigned as love interests to much older men, such as Emma Watson’s twenty-something-year-old character lusting over a man almost twenty years her senior in Irrational Man.  

Physically mediocre or average-looking male characters are frequently pared with stunningly beautiful women who like them because they’re “nice,” fueling the existing mentality of all self-proclaimed “nice guys” who think society owes them a hot girl.

Furthermore, @popculturedetective just released an amazing video explaining the “Born Sexy Yesterday” trope, in which hopelessly naive, beautiful women are seen swooning over their more savvy male lovers.  (Found here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=0thpEyEwi80)

I love Splash and the Fifth Element as much as anybody, but both films incorporate all these tropes in ample proportions, and it’s frankly ridiculous. (On the topic of Splash, however, I’m greatly looking forward to a subversion of this trope in its remake, starring Channing Tatum as the titular merman and Julianne Belle as his human love interest.) 

On the other hand, you have fanfiction.  I’ve read numerous essays professing that fanfiction is becoming increasingly popular due to the fact that same-sex relationships tend to be implicitly devoid of these sex-based imbalances, and I’m inclined to agree.  

However, I’ve read others stating that male-male pairings tend to be so popular because male characters are typically more well-developed by writers, making it perfectly understandable that fans would be more invested in a possible romance between two characters of equal multidimensionality (see point 1) than one that is sorrowfully underdeveloped.  I’m inclined to think that this theory is even more on point.   

Because look at some of the successful onscreen relationships I listed prior:  we root for Bones and Booth’s inevitable union the same way we swoon over slowburn fanfiction, delighting in Mulder and Scully’s banter and craving their interaction.  

These are, in my opinion, some examples of straight couples done right, because they’re portrayed as friends (see the previous point), and just as importantly, as equals.  

Last, but certainly not least, the male characters in both pairings are depicted as having nothing but respect for their female compatriots, depending on their intellectual know how and not being ashamed to say so. 

A more contemporary example that gets this wrong?  Well, not to offend any fans of the pairing, but Mon-El and Kara, a la Supergirl.  Mon-El was, at the beginnings of his arc, consistently disrespectful towards Kara, putting her down and insulting her in the very same episodes in which her female compatriot – Lena Luthor – is shown vocally admiring and praising her.  

Mon-El has since improved on his behavior, but the damage is done:  I still have a difficult time seeing him as a likeable character, much less a suitable love interest for my beloved Kara.   


These are just a few recommendations, based on the ways in which my somewhat obsessive love of transformative literature (i.e. good fanfiction) have helped me as a writer and helped me view the implicit problems with mainstream romance with a more discerning and critical eye.

Here, I could provide a counterpoint with the recurring problems I’ve noticed in fanfiction, or I could go into some recomendations for writing explicitly gay and lesbian relationships.  Both of these, however, are topics worthy of another essay.

Disclaimer:  I am assuming that any and all readers are trying for an enjoyable, healthy romantic subplot with equally charismatic, consenting, and likable characters.  Dysfunctionality can be just as interesting from a literary standpoint, but again, this is a topic for another essay.


There will be essays like this published at least once every other week, so be sure to follow my blog and stay tuned for future writing advice and observations! 

The Signs at the Library:

Aries: Stalking the aisles upstairs and clotheslining unaware guests. There are signs warning you about them. 

Taurus: Teaching several small children about phonics. They know nothing about phonics, they thought the seminar was about phones.

Gemini: At the best part of their book, they weep loudly.

Cancer: Drunk.

Leo: Hoarded several snacks and pillows under a worktable and now lies in their nest reading something. Security attempts to dislodge them despite the fact that they really are not bothering anyone.

Virgo: Conducting an impromptu erotica table reading/workshop.

Libra: Attending the weekly watercolor classes to show those 4th graders who’s boss.

Scorpio: Currently engrossed in “An Illustrated Guide to the Plants of New England”. They think its a manga.

Ophiuchus: Dueling, but quietly as not to disturb the other patrons.

Sagittarius: Running the illegal black market library from the bathroom.

Capricorn: Proudly wielding the book club.

Aquarius: In the middle of solving the library labyrinth. They are stuck on the marble puzzle in the clock tower.

Pisces: Impersonating a librarian to lead patrons astray.

ifeelbetterer  asked:

Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”

“Thanks.”

“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

8

“God is a DJ.
Life is a dancefloor.
Love is the rhythm.
You are the music.”
(Unknown)

Bonus: Close-ups of Chully’s beauty.

Young

Originally posted by bubblebutttjimin

It has been MONTHS since I’ve posted anything on here, but my vacation just started and I am so fucking ready to get back on here. This is the longest shit i’ve ever written so i hope you guys like it. I’m only writing for BTS at the moment so if you have any requests for them, i’d be happy to oblige. Without further ado, please and enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated, as usual.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

“Fucksake, not again..” you grumbled. You brought your hands up to your eyes and rubbed at them sleepily, feeling the anger slowly boiling up inside of you as you sat up in your bed.

Just ignore it. Just block it out, close your eyes, and go back to sleep. You can do this.

The encouraging words you kept repeating in your head made you lie back down, still holding onto the small piece of hope you still had, but it was quickly erased when another moan rang out in your ears and you groaned for the nth time before sitting up again.

You actually felt like crying at that moment. There was nothing you wanted to do more than get a decent amount of sleep after a hell-filled week. With the all exams you’d been studying for, all the papers, all the assignments, you craved a weekend full of goodnight sleeps and rest. But, clearly, that was just too much to ask of the horny fucking assholes who couldn’t keep it in their pants at this time of night.

You were too tired to even think of going there and giving them shit about it. So you just got up out of bed, still in your pajamas that consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, grabbed your phone and dorm room key, and left your room. You cringed as you passed the room next to yours when you heard another groan echo from there, deciding you wanted to get off this whole fucking floor to at least have a quiet and peaceful night, even without sleep.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you entered the elevator before pressing the button to the main floor, considering the main lounge would be empty at this time of night. The ding sounded when you reached the floor, the door slowly sliding open to completely empty and silent room. A tiny smile graced your lips as you walked to a seat in the corner, a small part of you happy to spend some quiet alone time, even though you were spending it outside your bed in an uncomfortable couch. But hey, when in college, those things were nothing to complain about.

You took your phone out and opened Instagram, scrolling through the search feed in search of anything entertaining. You sighed and slid down the seat and brought your legs up to rest on the seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible because it seemed it was going to be a long night.

Time seemed to fly as you sat there, switching between Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter, occasionally turning on some music and singing along softly. But when you looked at the time, only twenty minutes had passed by. You groaned and sat up properly, locking your phone and looking up at the ceiling in frustration. You were pretty damn sure the two rabbits fucking upstairs were anywhere near done since you’ve experienced stuff like this countless times before, so you had no idea what to do. You only grabbed your phone and laid back against the couch once again, laying your head back and closing your eyes for a few seconds to clear your head. But then you heard the elevator ding, and your eyes snapped open quickly. Who the hell would come down here at this time of night?

You turned your head but stayed in your position, watching as the boy walked out of the elevator oblivious to your presence with his eyes glued to his phone. You definitely recognized him from around campus since he was pretty hard not to notice. He was one of the cuter guys around, not with too much attention though. He had his own group of friends and didn’t seem to want to broaden it any time soon. You didn’t even know his name even though he was in one or two of your classes.

He didn’t look up from his phone until he sat down on one of the couches a few feet away. As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you and they widened at the presence of someone else. You sent him a small flustered smile, having been caught staring at him, and he sent one back. You broke eye contact and looked down at your phone once again. You were very tempted to go up and maybe say hi, get to know him maybe. But you didn’t wanna be one of those annoying strangers that annoyed the hell out of you without knowing it, and you had a feeling he was too polite to ignore you or tell you to fuck off. So you stuck to scrolling through your phone once again and sighing as you dug yourself further into your seat, occasionally glancing over to him to see him engrossed in his own phone.

Another fifteen minutes had passed by, and you looked up when you heard shifting from his side of the room as he got up and walked to a vending machine in the corner. He slid in some money and once you heard the crumpling of the wrapping of what you guessed was a chocolate bar, you suddenly felt the hunger that was starting to take over your stomach. You were pretty sure you didn’t have any money to buy anything though, since you didn’t bother to think about anything but getting away from that damned floor.

However, you were surprised when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him making his way over to you, and you tried not to get nervous at the thought of actually having to interact with him. You weren’t very used to meeting and talking to new people, especially when they were attractive.

You kept your eyes glued to your phone, thinking maybe he was going in a different direction than you thought, but then a snickers bar was held up before you. Your eyes brows raised in surprise and you looked up to find him looking at you expectantly, his other hand holding his own half-eaten snickers bar. You stared at him for a few seconds, mouth slight agape in confusion and slight bewilderment.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got you the same as mine,” he said after he swallowed down his bite, and the look he held in his eyes was so soft and innocent you almost melted right there.

“Erm, thank you,” you chuckled and sat up in your seat. “You really didn’t have to.”

He smiled a cute, bunny-teethed smile and nudged the chocolate towards you once again. “I guessed you were down here much earlier than I was so.. it’s nothing really.”
You took it from him with a smile and thanked him once again, feeling your stomach flutter when he took a seat on the couch opposite to you and unlocked his phone before settling in. You settled back as well and unwrapped the chocolate bar before taking a bite, savoring the sweet and salty taste that always managed to have you full in just a few bites.

You continued to use your phone when you felt his eyes on you, and you didn’t know whether to look up or just ignore it. But you couldn’t help but let your eyes meet his, and he was quick to avert his gaze down, but you definitely caught the slight tint in his cheeks at being caught.

“Are you down here for the same reason I am?” He asked all of a sudden, and you looked up mid bite to find him having locked his phone with his attention now on you, and you you decided to do the same.

“Wait, is Park Jimin on your floor too?” You asked, slowly connecting the dots in your head as a smile slid onto both of your lips before you two busted out laughing.

“I knew it,” he sighed after you both stopped your laughing fit. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“I’m __.”

Within another half an hour, you’d gotten to know more than a handful of things about him. He was a dance major. He had a part time job because, similar to 90% of college students, he was struggling to pay his college fees. One of his best friends was Park Jimin, the dickhead currently fucking someone in his dorm room. People like to call him ‘Kookie’ or ‘Jungkookie’, which you found extremely adorable to be completely honest. He loved to sing. His favorite number is 1. He has a black belt in Taekwondo.

And, surprisingly, you talked and spilled just as much. It was nice. It’d been a long time since you sat down and just had a long chat with someone about nothing in particular, just anything that came to mind. He’d even made his way over to you and sat on the seat next to yours, and you tried not to focus too much on the handsome features of his face after he sat so much closer.

However, after you both yawned for the fifth time, you grabbed your phone to look at the time, surprised to see that two hours had just flied by.

“You think Park would be done by now?” You asked after another yawn and he chuckled as he checked his phone for the time as well.

“If he’s not, I’m going in there to kick his ass myself.”

When you reached your room, you turned to him and gave him one last smile.

“Night Jungkook. Thanks again for that snickers bar, if it weren’t for you I would’ve starved to death down there instead of coming back up here and getting some cash and hear that girl getting murdered.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Night __, I’ll see you around.”


That was about a week ago. You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook except for in classes where you two said simple ‘hellos’ and exchanged smiles. A small part of you was upset that you two hadn’t talked properly again, or even exchanged numbers. But you figured that night was a one time thing and he only talked to you because there was no other better way to pass the time.

That thought was quickly thrown out the window when you heard your name being called as you walked to your next class, which happened to be with Jungkook himself. You turned your head to see him jogging up to you, ignoring the butterflies that flooded your tummies at the sight of him.

“What’s up?” You greeted with a smile and he sent one right back as he walked alongside you.

“Nothing much. We have the same class right now, right?” He asked, and the small high school part of you squealed at the fact that he remembered that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Are you mentally and emotionally prepared for the amazing and fun-filled lectures of Mr. Kim?” you asked with false enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah, super pumped,” he chuckled. As you walked, you continued to chat casually about your week and how it’d gone. You finally reached your class and you walked to a vacant seat, expecting him to part ways with you and sit near his friends since they also attended this class. However, you were pleasantly surprised when he followed you and took the seat right next to you, and bit back a smile as you settled in your seat.

The two hour lecture started, and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t bored out of your life and halfway asleep on your desk. The reason was Jeon Jungkook and his antics. He kept doodling on your notebook, which you had no use of, passing you notes, and making lame jokes that had you choking back laughter.

You were currently practically red in the face, giggling quietly, body shaking from laughter as you leaned your head against the table so that nobody saw you. Then he tapped you on the shoulder and you sat up, huffing out a sigh after your laughing fit before looking to him expectantly.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”

“Just give it to me.”

You slid your phone out of your pocket and handed it over to him after unlocking it. He typed in a few things before giving it back, and before you could ask he talked.

“There, now you have my number saved. Text me later so I can have your number save too, yeah?” He smiled that sweet smile once again and you had no idea why you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but you turned to the front of the class so he wouldn’t notice, though you were pretty sure he knew your were grinning.


are you coming to taehyung’s party tonight?

i don’t think so

why not? :/ it’s fridayy

i have a lot of studying to catch up on

oh come on __ you still have the whole weekend

well yeah but still idk if that’s enough

please? i promise you’ll have fun if i’m there with you

You felt a smile grace your lips and you knew you couldn’t turn him down.

alright fine see you there

You sighed as you laid there in bed, already stressing about what you were gonna wear and the countless people you were going to have to talk to during your time there. But then you remembered that you were going to see him, in a much more relaxed and loose atmosphere, so you immediately got up and started rummaging through your closet for an outfit.

You settled for simple. A crop top, some ripped skinny jeans, and healed boots. Your makeup was simple and you let your hair down, which wasn’t something you often did so you liked the change. You checked your phone for the clock and decided to head out. You texted him that you were on your way, and he said that he’d be waiting for you.

You knew the address since you’d been to Taehyung’s parties before, and you definitely knew how wild they’d get sometimes, which is partially why you were hesitant to come. But you couldn’t help but agree. Ever since he’d given you his number, he’d texted you everyday. Sometimes a good morning text, others a goodnight text, with silly and goofy texts that spread out through the hours of the day. You weren’t going to deny it, you were starting to like him. With his stupid smile, his sweet personality, his gorgeous everything, it was hard not to.

The door to Taehyung’s was open and you made your way in, your eyes scanning the place to try and find anyone familiar, but to no avail. You walked further into the house and headed towards the kitchen, quite enjoying the loud music that filled your ears, and pulled out your phone to see if he’d texted you.

text me when you get here

i’m in the kitchen

You sent the text and leaned back against the counter, settling for waiting instead of getting a drink. You knew not to drink anything at these frat parties if you didn’t have anyone watching your back.

In less than a minute, you looked up to see him walking towards you. You felt a smile automatically being drawn onto your lips as soon as he reached you, and it was accompanied with a soft blush when he immediately pulled you into a short hug as he reached you.

“Glad you came,” he grinned as he pulled back.

“Well I gotta admit, a small part of me didn’t wanna spend the night writing a ten page essay,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my friends.”

There was Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin, who was surprisingly not a dick as you’d expected. They were all a bunch of chill guys who sat there and laughed with a few others, and you kind of got the vibe that this was Jungkook’s close group of friends that he hung out with, and you were happy to meet them.

Each and everyone of them addressed him as Kookie, and you smile each and every time they did. You two sat on one of the couches, his arm resting behind you on the back of the couch, so it was easy for you to lean towards him and mumble to him.

“So, Kookie huh?” You giggled when he blushed.

“Yeah, I told you they all call me that,” he chuckled. “It’s not by choice, believe me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned in embarrassment. “That was so tacky, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing at that, and despite his embarrassment, you saw him crack a smile. You nudged his shoulder playfully and leaned slightly into him.

“It was, but I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“He locked me out of my own house for two hours just because I went with Taehyung to a new place that opened in our town,” he sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“What the hell?” You laughed loudly. “He was worse than a clingy girlfriend.”

“Yeah, Park Jimin isn’t the most open minded best friend, or boyfriend,” he laughed with you.

You two were walking home from the party, and he was telling you old stories about him and his friends. Apparently, they were all friends for a long time, and it made your heart even softer to think of all of them still holding onto their friendship and keeping it strong through all those years.

“It’s sweet that you guys are still close friends after so long,” you smiled up at him and he smiled as well at the thought of his friends.

“Yeah, but they can be assholes sometimes. But I guess Jimin being an asshole two weeks ago brought us here didn’t it?” He nudged you with his elbow and you really couldn’t manage not to blush.

“Yeah, I guess..”


“Do you wanna go out with me?”

You sputtered on your coffee at the sudden question. managing to save yourself from a coughing fit before looking up at him. He stared at you nervously, contemplating whether it was a good decision or not to blurt this out in the middle of a study session in the cafe you both chose.

“I mean, you don’t have to.. I just thought-”

“I’d love to, Jungkook.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his to relax his nervous posture, and he immediately smiled in relief and you felt your heart flutter at the mix of it all.

“Tomorrow night then?” He asked, and you only managed to nod eagerly, already feeling your heart racing when he turned his palm upwards to squeeze your hand.


You were glad that he didn’t suggest something like dinner, but instead opted for bowling. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t enjoy dinner with him, you were more than sure you would enjoy doing just about anything with him. But you absolutely loved bowling, or in other words, you absolutely loved anything that involved competition. So you immediately agreed.

You sat on your bed, switching between nervously biting on your fingernails and fiddling with a loose string on the bed sheets. You shouldn’t be nervous. It was only Jeon Jungkook, the sweet boy who managed to make you comfortable with only a simple smile and a few words.

But this was different. When you first talked to him, the thought of him actually taking an interest in you was way way far off. But then he reached out to you and talked to you in uni, and still, you thought he was one of those persons who were too nice for their own good, and was only interacting with you so as not to be rude after having talked to you a week earlier. And then, he took your number, and he texted you and called you, and hung out with you. But you managed not to let yourself get hopeful because some guys did manage to lead girls on without actually realizing it.

Then he dropped the bomb and asked you out.

And now your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing because in the short time you’d spent with this boy, you could already tell he was the epitome of sweetness, and you pondered why he’d chose to ask you out of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on your door that alerted you that it was finally time. You swung the door open to be met with those puppy dog eyes once again, and the contrast between his innocent face and his lean body still made you wonder how he could make it work.

“Hey,” he smiled and moved in for a quick hug which you accepted, enjoying the way his whole body radiated with warmth.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a grin.

“Ready?” He asked, but he was already stretching his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you slickly wiped your palm along your pants before placing your hand in his.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh my god, you are so going down, Jeon.”

You didn’t realize this date could turn so quickly into a serious match, but with the amount of competitiveness you both apparently had ingrained in your genes, it was inevitable

“If I get one more strike, it’s done for you, __.” He raised his brows teasingly with a smirk that you still hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to. He went and grabbed his ball, throwing you one last glance.

“Huh, yeah. Good luck with that, sweetie.” You said those words with as much false confidence as you could muster up. But you knew, you just knew he would get it.

“How ‘bout if I get this, we go on a second date tomorrow?” He turned to face you again just before he threw the ball.

“Is this how you get girls to go on dates with you, Kookie?” You used his nickname on him for the very first time, and the smile that took over his lips had butterflies flooding your stomach for the hundredth time that night.

“Not usually, no.” He shook his head as he walked closer to you after placing the bowling ball back down. He stopped a foot before you. “I guess you’re different though. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You bravely took a step forward and looked up at him, quite enjoying the significant height difference. “Well, don’t worry. Strike or no strike, I’d love to go out with you again.”

You both smiled at each other again, standing there for another handful of seconds before he turned and grabbed the ball, confidently throwing it in a more than perfect posture.

Of course, it was a strike.


The second date was a movie. Cliche, yes, but if you two hadn’t spent almost the entire movie throwing popcorn over each other, you would’ve been bored out of your mind. You were shushed and scolded several times, until they actually kicked you out of the theater for ‘disturbing the others’. But you couldn’t care less as you both laughed till tears were rolling out of your eyes on your home back home.

The third one was a picnic. Jungkook had been adamant at showing off his cooking skills and he definitely lived up to his gloating as he’d prepared several simple snacks that had you groaning at the tasteful bites. And as all picnic dates ended, you laid on your blanket and stargazed, you just had to do it. You ruined the moment, however, when you pointed out that a group of stars kind of resembled a pair of boobs. That had him rolling around in blanket in laughter as you giggled along.

The fourth one was a bit more interesting. You were scrolling around on Instagram when you see that there was a free cooking class in a few days. Your eyes lit up and you immediately sent a screenshot to him, asking if he was up for it, and he agreed. The whole class turned out to be old married couples and newly weds, and the class was supposedly for married couples only. You had to hold in your laughter as Jungkook explained to the sweet old woman who was teaching the class that the two of you had eloped after your parents disapproved of your relationship, and were currently traveling around aimlessly with no permanent home. After a few aws and cheek pinches, you began to learn how to make Baked Dijon Salmon.

The fifth one you went mini-golfing, where your competitive streak came out once again. However, this time, you won the bet. You managed to make him pose with his butt perked up, holding up a peace sign whilst puckering his lips for a photo that you posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Girls night out’.

The sixth one was your favorite. In one of those previous dates, he’d managed to tell you tons about his earlier life and childhood, and somewhere along those lines, he’d mentioned his favorite diner that was near his hometown. He showed you pictures of him there with his friends and family. And he decided he wanted to take you there because apparently, the burgers there were the best he’d ever had. It took you a while to get there but it was definitely worth the ride.

The old lady that worked there had known Jungkook since he was a child, and you felt your heart melt when he encased her in his arms in a soft hug as she cooed at him. She hugged you as well because ‘any friend of Jugkook’s was just like one of her children as well’.

You sat on the same side of the booth, and you spent the night eating, laughing, teasing, and glancing shyly at each other out of the corners of your eyes. And what made it better was that it all ended with a kiss. It was soft and mellow, just like him. He brushed your hair with his fingers as his lips moved at a slow pace against yours while your hands rested on his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat.

That was the first kiss of many.

The dates -well, any meet ups actually- that followed those were full of kisses that had you growing more and more attached to the boy. He’d made it a habit of pecking your lips softly as soon as you were in arms reach, quickly grabbing your arms and pulling you into his embrace. It was quite frustrating as well because you were shorter than him and didn’t get to do the same to him. Not that it was hard to convince him to kiss you.


You were currently walking hand in hand, back from the library to the dorms after several hours of trying to study with Jungkook, ‘trying’ being the keyword here. You ended up wasting about two hours in there just whispering to each other and giggling, sitting in a table all the way at the corner so you could sneak in a few pecks and kisses without getting glared at by the librarian.

“Do you wanna hang out at my room for a bit?” He grabbed your hand and asked just as you were about to make the turn to the hallway for your room. You felt a small smile grace your lips and your heart leap at the thought of spending alone time with him, in his room for the very first time. But then you remembered that his roommate is probably gonna be there, and your smile faltered a bit. As if he’d read your mind, he spoke again.

“Don’t worry, my roommate’s sleeping at his girlfriend’s tonight so it’ll be just us.” 

At that, you smiled and nodded before allowing him to lead the way.


“Here, you can wear these. I’m pretty sure those jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing to cuddle in.” He threw you a pair of clean boxers that would definitely fit like shorts on you with one of his over-sized t-shirts. You gave him a grateful smile because you truly did feel suffocated because of those skinny jeans after being stuck in them all day. You grabbed them and went into the bathroom to change, mentally clapping yourself on the back for convincing yourself to shave during your morning shower today.

“Hey, what do you wanna watch? I have some-” He was speaking to you through the door and you cut him off as you swung it open after being finished. He looked down at you, your body absolutely drowned in his shirt and boxers, managing to look completely adorably yet completely sexy at the same time. He swallowed visibly but then smiled to cover up, before pinching your cheeks.

“You look adorable,” he chuckled. You huffed and swatted at his hands as your cheeks reddened. But he only chuckled more and leaned down to peck the corner of your lips. “Come on, you pick something to watch and I’ll order us something to eat.”

You climbed onto the bed and grabbed the laptop, opening google to look up something to watch. But your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him as he stood there, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt identical to yours, his eyes fixed on the phone as he searched for something with a concentrated look on his face. You were completely entranced with him and you thought you were in some sort of dream, sitting here on his bed and waiting for him to join you. He seemed too good to be true. He was kindhearted, sweet, funny, dorky even, handsome, sexy, it was all wrapped up in one. Your eyes were glued to him and if they hadn’t reached his lips to see them moving, you wouldn’t have known he was talking to you.

“__?” He asked again, a knowing smirk slowly creeping across his lips.

“Huh?” You mumbled, blinking a few times before looking at his eyes properly, and you could surely feel your face burn as you’d been caught ogling at him.

“I asked you what you wanted to eat,” he chuckled.

“Pizza’s fine,” you answered and cleared your throat before quickly looking away and busying yourself with 2017′s top ten movies list. You tried not to let your eyes wander over to him again as he looked up the number and pressed the phone to his ear, but you couldn’t help but steal small glances at him every few seconds, and every time he caught you his smile would widen.

You snapped your eyes back the laptop as he ended the call after placing the order, and he walked over to the bed and sat next to you. He scooted so he was practically stuck to your side and placed his chin on your shoulder to look at the screen with you, simultaneously wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anything good?” He mumbled, and his voice was right to your ear, his breath hitting your skin immediately. You sighed and shook your head no, not trusting your voice at the very moment. You continued to scroll through movies, occasionally stopping at one and reading the description but moving on after figuring out it wasn’t worth it.

“Come on, just pick anything,” he whined, and if he didn’t sound so adorable, you would’ve elbowed him in the stomach.

“They all suck, though,” you groaned and he only giggled and tightened his arms around you. You smiled and involuntarily scooted closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and his scent that overwhelmed you, both from himself and his clothes that you were wearing.

He turned his head to bury his face in your hair, humming in contempt. “You smell nice,” he mumbled before lifting one hand and moving your hair away to reach your skin and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the intimate action and you unconsciously tilted your head a bit for him when he placed a soft kiss to your skin.

You sighed when he continued placing kisses, getting hotter and hotter with each passing second as his kisses got harder. Your eyes fluttered shut when his lips parted slightly and you felt the warmth of his mouth envelope a spot on your neck. One of your hands lifted without you realizing it and grabbed his hair softly, running through the smooth strands when he actually began sucking and nibbling at the spot he’d chosen to his liking.

“Kookie..” You meant to grab his attention but it barely came out as a hazy sigh and he only hummed against your skin before pulling away slowly.But he clearly wasn’t planning on stopping as he dove one of his hands into your hair and angled your head towards his before connecting your lips.

You hummed against his lips, enjoying the sudden displays of affection, slowly turning your body so you could get more comfortable. He started leaning back, breaking the kiss to lean against the headboard and pull you onto him. However, as you tried to balance yourself on your hand as you climbed over him, you had no idea how your foot managed to slip on the covers and it had you tumbling on top of him. You laid against his chest and groaned in embarrassment as you felt his chest vibrate with laughter beneath you.

“Have I told you how adorable you are?” He laughed and patted your waist as a signal for you to sit up properly and look at him, which you did with a glare.

“Only about a million times now,” you crossed your arms at him.

“Well, you are,” he raised a brow and uncrossed your arms before pulling you forward and placing your arms around his neck. “Come’ere..”

Your lips were on his once again and you weren’t planning on embarrassing yourself this time as this one seemed much more heated than the one before with the way his tongue roamed your mouth freely. His hands alternated between your back and waist, moving around and tracing your upper body and scrunching up the material of your shirt, before they finally managed to slip beneath it and found their way on your bare waist and gripped it firmly.

Your hands once again dug into his hair and tugged on it, causing him to tighten his hold on you and bring you closer to him so that your torsos were pressed firmly against each other. His hand slowly traveled up your bare back before splaying out against it, holding you firmly to him as he suddenly flipped the two of you over so that he was on top.

With all the sudden movements, you barely noticed how both the shirt and boxers had ridden up your body and exposed a lot more skin, but you honestly couldn’t care less as Jungkook was kissing your breath away, your breaths mingling and your hands getting braver as you explored each other’s bodies further. You wrapped your legs around his waist because it was too tempting not to with the way his hips fit so snugly between them.

One of his hands trailed up to your hair and grabbed with just the right amount of force as his teeth bit into your bottom lip, before he sensually sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whimper at that, tightening your legs around his waist and digging your fingers into his back. You remembered that your hands also had to be put to use and trailed them down his back before you slipped them beneath his shirt, running your nails and fingertips and enjoying the movement of his muscles beneath your hands.

He pulled away from your mouth and you definitely caught the smirk on his lips at the whimper you gave out, but it was quickly hidden when he once again buried his face in the crook of your neck. He placed several kisses there before he trailed down to your collarbone which was easily exposed because of the ‘V’ of his shirt, and decided focus his attention on there.

“Jungkook,” you moaned for the first time when he sucked on a particular spot. He dropped his head onto your collarbone before groaning lowly against you, his hot panting breath practically burning through the material of your shirt. Then he suddenly looked up at you and made his way back to your lips, kissing you vigorously like there was no tomorrow, before he broke away and looked at you through eyes searing with lust.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your lips. “We don’t have to go all the way, just-” Another kiss. “Just let me make you feel good, baby..”

It was either the pet name, his words, the look he was giving you, or the wet spot that had formed on your panties as soon as his lips touched yours, but it didn’t take even half a second for you to nod in consent.

In mere minutes, the boxers you were wearing had been thrown across the room forgotten, your shirt now all the way up to expose your bare breasts after your bra had also been discarded somewhere along the line. Your panting, whimpering, moaning, the sound of Jungkook’s mouth moving against your heat, with the occasional groans that left his lips as well were the only sounds filling the room.

“Ah,” you cried out, trying to buck your hips up but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and hips to keep you still. “Fuckkk, Jungkook.”

You dared to open your eyes and look down at him, only to find that the sight was just too erotic for you and it had you whimpering. His eyes were looking up at you, watching closely for each and every movement of yours. His skin was slightly sweaty as strands of his stuck to his face, and you were pretty sure yours was the same case. The sight was ripped away from you, however, when your head rolled back against the pillow with a loud moan as he sucked harshly on your clit.

“Fuck, yes please,” you cried out, your hand seeking out something to hold onto before you felt one of his hands leave your hips to intertwine with yours. Despite the erotic situation, you found your heart fluttering at the sweet gesture, but you didn’t have much time to think about it as his other hand traveled up your body and gripped one of your breasts in his large palm, squeezing it harshly.

“God, you’re so good.” You didn’t even know what was spewing out of your mouth as he gave you the freedom of bucking your hips against his mouth, immediately intensifying the pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” he spoke against you. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

With only a handful more encouraging words from him, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a silent scream with your peak, only muttering a single whimper of his name. Your panting could still be heard as he cleaned you up before grabbing his boxers and pulling them up your legs.

Your eyes slid open when he brought your shirt back down and laid down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow so that his face was right above yours.

“Hey,” he mumbled with a smile to which you returned.

“Hey,” you muttered sleepily. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you softly, and you almost melted into the mattress with sweetness.

“Sleep, baby,” he planted a kiss on your forehead and laid down properly next to you, and you turned so you could entangle your body with his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Kookie.”


Ever since the first time Jungkook went down on you, he’d been insatiable. It was like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you down and getting whatever piece of clothing you’d been wearing out of the way before diving in.

Currently in the same position you’ve been in more than a handful of times these past couple of days, panting and whimpering in sensitivity as you came down from your second high, pushing Jungkook’s head away as you could take no more.

“Come’ere,” you mumbled lazily, pulling him up so you could reach his lips and kiss him deeply before pulling away and resting your head against the pillow beneath you. He flopped down next to you, getting ready to cuddle up to you but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glancing at you worriedly, but you only shook your head at him and pushed him so he was laying flat on his back and quickly straddled him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s about time that I do something for you for a change,” you said and leaned down to kiss him slowly before breaking away and making your way down his body.

“Baby, you really don’t have to..” His words trailed off as you unbuttoned his shirt and kissed every inch of exposed skin with each button you undid.

“Shh, I want to,” you said against his skin after finally undoing the last button, completely exposing his toned torso to your hungry eyes. You looked up to find him giving you the same look, his lips caught beneath his teeth as he anticipated your touch. You maintained eye contact as your fingers found their way to the button of his jeans, popping it open and slowly sliding down the zipper.

His breath was getting heavier by the second, and he groaned lowly as he helped you pull his jeans down. You were sure it looked like your mouth was watering at the sight of him so big in his boxers, the see through material doing absolutely nothing in hiding his hardness. You threw his jeans away and leaned down to place a kiss on his length through the the cloth, causing him to huff out a sigh.

You honestly didn’t have the patience to tease, nor did you think he did, so you looped your fingers at the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. A moan almost made its way past your lips at the sight of him, hard and ready, and you felt pride swell in your chest at the thought of him getting this hard because of eating you out. 

You didn’t waste anymore time and grabbed the base of his cock, angling it to place your lips on the head, mouthing at it and flicking your tongue, barely making any sucking motions at first.

“__,” he sighed out your name and you kicked it up a notch, slowly taking a bit of him in your mouth before moving back up, running your tongue flat along the underside of him along the way. You repeated the process, slowly but surely getting used to the feeling and building up your pace, until you eventually started taking more and more of him with each bob of your head.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as you sucked harshly on your way up once, and you felt his hand on the back of your hair, gripping your hair in a tight hold, not pushing or pulling, just something to grab onto. His heavy breathing sounded throughout the room. His thighs were tensing beneath your hands. You moved your gaze up to him, and the sight only made you moan whimper against him.

His head thrown back with his neck and throat completely exposed, the sweat covering his skin making each and every bone of his stand out even more and you could swear it looked like he was carved by Greek god, unless he weren’t one himself. His sweaty chest was moving up and down rapidly with each heavy breath and his stomach was clenching, his abs just begging you to let go of his cock and put your mouth on them instead.

“Fuck, __,” he moaned out. God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. “Feels so good..” His grip on your hair tightened, and it only made you wetter. You fingernails dug into his thighs, unable to control yourself and the only thing you could do was increase your pace and taking more of him into your mouth.

“Yes. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned out and subtly bucked his hips up into your mouth. You hummed against him with encouragement, more than eager to have him come in your mouth.

“Ah, __..” With one last groan of your name, he pulled on your hair to signal that he was coming. You pulled away and placed the head on your lips as you stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his warmth fill your mouth. He looked down at you with hazy eyes for a few seconds as you swallowed before licking his head one last time, and he dropped his head back onto the pillow in exhaustion.

You pulled his boxers back up his legs and tucked him in before climbing back up his body and laying against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you waist and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, placing feathery kisses there every few seconds.

“Didn’t expect you to be the swallowing type,” he spoke all of a sudden.

You gasped and tried to sit up but he wouldn’t allow it, trapping you on his chest with his arms as he laughed loudly. You groaned and smacked his chest with your palm as much as you could with your body squished against his.

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”


“You said you weren’t gonna drag me to anymore Parties, Jungkook,” you groaned out as he lead you into the crowded house with his arm around your shoulder.

“I said I’ll try not to drag you to anymore parties, baby. And I am,” he looked down at you with an innocent smile. “It just hasn’t worked yet.”

“Screw you, okay.”

You both walked further into the house until you spotted his usual group of friends and made your way over to them, and they immediately yelled out their greetings to you.

“Kookie! __! You’re heeereee,” Jimin drawled out as he got up and stumbled his way over to you, clearly more than buzzed on drinks already. He separated you and stood between the two of you, placing an arm over each of your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. If it were any other guy, you would’ve pushed him off by now, but it was Jimin and you were pretty much used to his antics after hanging out with him so many times with Jungkook.

“You know,” he started to say, an evil glint in his eyes. “My room is right next to Kookie’s..”

“Yeah, we both know that Jimin,” you said, unsure where he was going with this.

“And I’m more than sure that you two know how incredibly thin the walls are in our building,” he continued.

It took you a few seconds to run over the words he’d said before you felt a light bulb go off in your head and you felt your face go red in record time. You groaned and pushed his arm away before covering your face, but you heard him mutter an ‘ow’ through a giggle and you were pretty sure Jungkook smacked the back of his head.

In a second you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around you once again and you buried yourself in his embrace, feeling safer now. You looked up at Jimin who was still looking at you both triumphantly, and you just couldn’t help but say those words to show that you weren’t a shy girl that was ashamed of her escapades with her actual boyfriend.

“Well, in case you don’t know, that’s just a preview. You wouldn’t wanna be in your room for the full show,” you smiled innocently and leaned further into Jungkook. Jimin’s eyes widened in both surprise and amusement before he laughed as well.

“I guess I shouldn’t.”

You later found yourselves sat on a love seat. Well, Jungkook was sat on the seat, you were on his lap, all cuddled up and in your own world as the others laughed, talked and danced around you. He held a beer in one hand, occasionally taking sips, and the other rested beneath your shirt, on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

You looked up at him as he laughed with everyone at a joke that Hoseok just said, and you felt yourself smile involuntarily. He felt you looking at him and brought his gaze to yours, smiling cutely at you. He leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, exchanging unspoken words before he decided to speak up. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded and got up.


You weren’t exactly planning to end the night like this, but what was supposed to be just a goodnight kisses had him leading you back to his room and pressing you against the door before he even opened it.

You kissed like two couldn’t get enough of each other, panting into each other’s mouths, out of breath but unwilling to break apart.

He placed his hands on your thighs on you immediately jumped up and wrapped them around his waist. He pinned you against the door with a thud and you moaned against his lips in wanton.

“Just go inside the room before you fuck here like animals.”

You broke apart with a gasp to see Yoongi walking to his room, barely sparing you a glance on his way. You barely managed to giggle at that before Jungkook swung open his door and stumbled in the room. He kicked it shut with his foot and immediately made his way over to his bed, thanking God that his roommate was almost always stuck up his girlfriend’s ass and he had the room to himself for the night.

He dropped you on the bed and climbed on top of you with that hungry look in his eyes that you never tired of, before connecting your lips once again.

You couldn’t even waste time on foreplay, you’d done that warm up way too many times and it took a fucking ton of self control not to just fuck each other senseless from the first time. But something told you both to wait, to take it just a bit slower than usual because the wait always made it so much better. And it did.

There was no waiting anymore though, both of your clothes were off in record time and your bodies were tangled together, not even an inch of space separating you two. The feeling of his body against yours was near euphoric, with every bit of bare skin rubbing against yours, his hands roaming yours in return, groping and squeezing freely to put each and every body part of yours to memory. To know how each touch could make you moan and whimper and sigh.

“Jungkook..” Your cry of his name was desperate, almost choked, as he entered you in one swift motion. Your head dropped back, your back arching and your chest pressing flush against his. Nails running down his back as he found his pace, slowly thrusting his hips as his heavy breaths hit your skin and gave you shivers.

Your sweaty palms gripped at the sheets, almost ripping them with the force of your hold, and he grabbed one of them in his to pin it against the bed and intertwined your fingers together against the mattress as he sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned and dropped his forehead on your collarbone, his mouth pressing wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. Your other hand dug into his hair and you unconsciously scraped his scalp with your nails.

His other hand gripped your thigh and hoisted it up his waist, causing you to tighten your legs around his and bring him deeper into you.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” you cried out when he started going deeper, using more force than before to bring you the maximum amount of pleasure he could. “Right there, Jungkook..”

His name came out in a whimper, and the growl he let out in response was almost animalistic as he sped up his thrusts. He lifted his head and his torso before resting his elbows on either side of your head to support his body, gaining leverage to snap his hips harder against yours. His lip was caught beneath his teeth in concentration, and the sight of him above you almost brought tears of pleasure to your eyes.

Jeon Jungkook was a fucking sight for sore eyes.

Sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Eyes fluttering open and shut with that blissful expression gracing his features. Lips parting to let out the most erotic, sexiest noises you’d ever heard from a man before.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and dragged your fingers down his sweaty back, appreciating the feeling of his muscles moving and tensing beneath your fingertips. And then you did something you wanted to do ever since the first time you caught sight of his cute little behind. You dragged your hands down and gripped his ass, squeezing slightly and pushing him to go harder.

He wobbled a bit on his elbows at the sudden action, letting out a short out-of-breath laugh and leaning down to kiss you before going on, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips despite the situation your were in. And that only showed you how comfortable you could be with Jungkook no matter what.

His hand traveled between your bodies, seeking out the most sensitive part of your body. The smile faltered from your lips when he found it and immediately started rubbing in tight circles, and he had you clenching your thighs around his hips in blinding pleasure.

“Jungkook! Oh god, please,” you cried out. “I’m so close..”

“Me too baby, come on.” He grunted, somehow managing to increase his pace.

You brought one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a heated sloppy kiss that consisted of you two moaning and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I’m there, I’m there..” You whimpered. “Fuck, Jungkook!” With one last, loud moan of his name, you came, clenching around him.

“Ah fuck, __!” He moaned loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck to hide his moans, but you heard them loud and clear as you felt his warmth fill you, your eyes rolling back at the blissful feeling you’d been craving for so long.

You stayed that way for a few seconds before he pulled out of you, grabbing a shirt that was thrown beside his bed to clean you up before throwing it away laying down beside you. He didn’t even have to usher you over to cuddle into him, and he wrapped the covers around you with his arms around you.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you looked up at him to find him already staring at you. And you didn’t even need to exchange words to know that you both felt happy and contempt about this, and you both new it wasn’t ending anytime soon.

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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Days on end

‘How do you feel about the violin?’

John lifted his head, turning his attention from the depths of a packing crate. God, he was tired. They’d been at this for hours and the flat still looked half-exploded. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

His eyes finally refocused to find Sherlock standing by the window, looking out at the familiar sliver of London. As unruffled as ever, and what kind of bastard does home restoration while wearing a tailored shirt? Had he even been helping? John rubbed his forehead and felt like he had grit embedded in his soul.

What had Sherlock said again?

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said, still watching the street. Musing.

Yeah, OK. A remarkably obvious comment. Was this one of those conversations Sherlock had without bothering to open his mouth? Or had John been so engrossed in rooting through back issues of the BMJ _ and Christ, was that old copy of Hustler actually his? _ that he simply hadn’t noticed him speaking?

Or was it something more? John had trotted somewhat cluelessly after Sherlock at even the best of times, but he was embarrassed to admit that recently he felt more out of touch with his best friend than ever before. A lot had happened, even for their admirably high level of functionally insane. Quite uncomfortable things. And of course he didn’t live at 221B anymore.

Maybe that instant, unworldly bond they once formed had finally snapped. And really, hadn’t it been extraordinary, that bond? John idly scrubbed the dust from his knuckles and remembered that day …

… and then he remembered.

Now he looked at Sherlock more carefully, as if the man was no longer standing across a disheveled room but on the brink of another time. Sherlock, still gazing out the window. Waiting.

John cleared his throat, deliberate. Again: ‘I’m sorry, what?’

And there, the tiniest curl of a smile.

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said. ‘Sometimes I don’t talk for days on end.’

He turned to look at John, settled in the shadows, elbows-deep in the past. Still that air of drama. But John saw the haughty, untouchable cool of that first day missing.

Sherlock looked almost unsure. Just something there, at the edges of his eyes. With a twist of self-loathing, John thought: I put that there.

And then: Please let me fix this. Right fucking now.

With a silent cry of protest from his knees, John stood and paused, pretending to consider.

‘I’m a terrible typist,’ he said.

Sherlock cocked his head, assessing. ‘I’ve been known to keep internal organs in the crisper,’ he replied.

'I sometimes have nightmares.’

'I have cigarettes stashed around the flat.’

'I … I have problems with my temper,’ John said, looking down, fists curling at his sides. 'I am so sorry. Sherlock …’

'I often interrupt and find apologies tedious. Also, I am a master of baritsu and will not hesitate to demonstrate it in the future.’

That tight half-smile. A sigh. Something in the room lightened by a degree. Then John looked serious again.

'I have a daughter,’ he said. 'Honestly, Sherlock, would that bother you?’

'I love her,’ Sherlock said softly. 'Please, do keep up.’

John exhaled. And just like that, it seemed a decision had been made.

They really did know the worst about each other, John thought, looking around at the boxes and skulls and wondering how their lives could possibly fit in more. He glanced up to catch Sherlock doing that annoying mind-reading bit, miles ahead of him as usual, grinning.

Flatmates? Yeah. They had potential.

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Destiny 2 Reveal Stream: Notes

Here are my notes from the reveal stream, with some concluding thoughts at the end. All of this information is available from the Bungie reveal stream, and is not speculation unless marked as such:


Story:

In the beginning of Destiny 2, the Last City has fallen. Dominus Ghaul, leader of the Cabal Red Legion, has laid waste to the Tower and to the City itself, and his legions have torn our home apart. 

The reveal trailer shows us fighting through the tower in the first campaign mission, called “Homecoming,” in which we battle alongside the Vanguard until Amanda Holliday deposits us atop some kind of Cabal ship, where we attempt to face down the bad guy.

Unfortunately, we fail, and Dominus Ghaul succeeds in deploying some sort of device that places the Traveler in a cage, instantly draining the Guardians of Light, and causing us to lose our powers. We cannot go back to the Tower.

In response, the Vanguard scatters. Ikora has fled to Io out of anger, Zavala is on Titan healing and having an existential crisis - “Are we Guardians even without the Light?”, and Cayde-6, in attempting to play the hero, has gotten himself into trouble on Nessus. Apparently, the Speaker has disappeared. More on these new worlds below.

In the campaign, we will have to track down and collect the Vanguard, as well as fight the new Red Legion enemy, led by Dominus Ghaul. Dominus Ghaul believes that he, based on his past experiences (which were not elaborated upon), is most worthy of the Traveler’s blessing, and does not understand why Humanity was chosen. He has come to Earth to prove his worthiness, and sees humanity as being in his way. He is not a “psychopath” bent on genocide. Luke Smith described him as “Having his stuff together,” and “Like Alan Rickman in Die Hard.”

Destiny 2 is a game about loss, and transitions into an experience about recovery and reclaiming what is ours.


Classes:

Shown classes remain the same: Hunter, Warlock, and Titan. Nova Bombs, Defender Bubbles, and Golden Guns were shown but not remarked upon. However, new Super abilities were showcased:

  • Titan Sentinel: A Titan with a voidlight shield that can be used to block damage, thrown at enemies, or used in melee combat. There also appeared to be some new kind of Striker Titan Dash and a different sort of ‘Ice Wall,’ neither of which were discussed.
  • Hunter Arcstrider: A Hunter with a staff of arclight that focuses on acrobatic melee combat. 
  • Warlock Dawnblade: A Warlock with a sword made of solar light that can be used in melee combat or to fling ranged attacks. Warlocks also appeared to be able to place some sort of buff zone beneath them, one of which “empowered” the player.

These look pretty awesome.


Weapons:

Weapon loadouts have been revamped to give players more flexibility. Weapons are now divided into three categories:

  • Kinetic
  • Energy
  • Power

New weapons:

A variety of new weapons were shown. In addition to hand cannons, sniper rifles, shotguns, pulse rifles, and shotguns, we saw:

  • A type of SMG
  • Grenade launchers
  • Minigun-like machine guns
  • A type of fast-firing rocket launcher

I assume we will learn more about this in the coming days. It appears that weapons such as hand cannons occupy the kinetic slot, but I would like to see more information about how these slots will work.


Worlds:

Destiny 2 features four playable worlds: 

  • Earth: The European Dead Zone is now the location of Destiny’s largest playable area, and this is the zone where Humanity flees and attempts to rebuild after the Cabal attack. This camp was founded by Hawthorne, who features in the D2 Preorder, and who once left the City to live in the Wilds.
  • Titan: Titan, Saturn’s largest moon, is covered with a Methane ocean with 40 ft waves, and features a human utopia, a relic of the Golden Age, sinking into ocean. There is no landmass on Titan.
  • Io: A sulfuric moon of Jupiter, Io is the last place the Traveler touched before it appeared on Earth. Io is a sacred place to the Guardians, and to Warlocks in particular. In the trailer, there appear to be the remnants of some kind of civilization.
  • Nessus: A centaur, or type of icy minor planet. The Vex have transformed Nessus into a machine world, and it now features native vegetation, large canyons, and plateaus based on tepui, a type of South American highland plateau.

Quests

Destiny 2 has revamped the map system. Now, players will be able to use an area map to navigate and discover locations and events. These include:

PatrolsAmbient enoucntersCollectable materialsAdventures*Treasure maps*Public events with treasures*Lost sectors*

*denotes a seemingly new feature

Destiny 2 will emphasize the sense of exploration that players experience. For example, players will be able to discover and unlock secret, hidden dungeons, which will contain both loot and bosses. There appear to be many, many secrets to discover.

Furthermore, there will be more interaction with NPC’s, resulting in numerous side-quests and further adventures.


Map:

Destiny 2 features a revamped map system that players will use to uncover and navigate the new areas. Waypoints, such as those corresponding to the activities listed above, will show up on this map. It will also show WHERE and WHEN public events will take place.

In addition, players will no longer have to ‘go to orbit’ to navigate to new locations. The world navigation system will now be usable from anywhere.


Co-operative:

Co-operative play was heavily emphasized by all presenters. Bungie attempted to strike a balance between easy matchmaking and ensuring that all players are comfortable with the strangers they are matched with. The notable new features are:

  • Clans:
    Clans will no receive official, in-game support. These will offer rosters, tools for fireteam building, custom banners, and shared clan experience and progression. Achievements, whether done solo or in a group, will benefit your clan.

  • Guided Games:
    Guided games are a new way for solo players to find a fireteam without joining a clan and while being able to ensure they have a positive experience. Solo players will be able to see a brief summary of clan information, as well as the activity proposed, and will then be able to join the clan for that single activitiy without committing to the clan. 

    Guided games will open up your party to more players, in case one of your fireteam members must drop out of the activity.

Crucible:

The Crucible has been revamped for 4v4 combat across all game modes. There will also be a new attack/defend mode called “Countdown.” I assume we will learn more in the coming days.


PC Gamers:

In partnership with Blizzard, Destiny 2 for PC will be available exclusively through Blizzard’s Battle.Net.

Other Notes:

  • “More cinematics than ever.”
  • There will be a new raid.
  • There will be new strikes. The strike played at the reveal is called “The Inverted Spire.” You will traverse Red Legion territory to a Vex Stronghold, where you will fight a 3-stage boss.
  • There will be more quests and story missions
  • There may (SPECULATION: ENTIRELY UNCONFIRMED) be new vehicles.
  • There will be “More to do than any game we’ve ever made at Bungie.”

Main takeaways

Community, community, community. Destiny 2 was referred to several times by different people as “A world I want to be in, where I can always find people to play with if I want to.” Bungie appears to be focused on making all of D2′s content accessible to more players. This, to me, is a great thing.

Exploration: the words “Open World” were not used, and from the gameplay demo of “Homecoming,” that mission at least appeared quite linear. That’s not to say the rest of the game will be that way, and if the new map system is any indication, we can look forward to a lot more exploration. 

I, personally, cannot wait to see the new worlds. It seems like Bungie has done a lot of work to make each location feel unique.

Gameplay-wise, it sounds as though Bungie has learned from D1, and is looking for ways to make D2 more engrossing and meaningful for all kinds of players. If the new strikes have harder, more involved boss fights, it sounds as though we can expect more than the bullet-sponge boss fights that dominated D1.

The revamped weapons system also sounds great, and I can’t wait to hear more about it. 

I am unsure about the Crucible being reworked for 4v4. Reference was made to it being “For PvP Players,” although what that means remains to be seen.


And, most importantly: Throwing Knives return.

BTS Reaction to Their GF Finding Out About Their Erection

Incognito; my request for you is a bts reaction to their girlyfriend finding out about their erection??

Note: I totally forgot I made this a while back lmfao I crack myself up | REPOSTED *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ He felt it slowly spring to life while you two were watching a movie at the movie theaters. You were too engrossed with the movie to notice how uncomfortable he was sitting, and as he put the popcorn container on the floor, your hand instantly went to his lap to grab more—only for it to jab his clothed erection. He stiffened and you flamed red, looking to Jin wide eyed as he slowly turned to you only to stare you down. “Sh.” He whispered, and you nodded; quickly turning away while not being able to keep your focus on the movie anymore.

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies


Suga ➳ He was sitting on the couch while you glared at him, his fingers were holding the loops of your pants while he pulled you closer to him and had you sit down on his lap. You felt something poke the inside of your thigh, and you wriggled around to find that your suspicions may be true once Yoongi tried to stiffle a moan. You raised an eyebrow, staring at the man as he gave you a mischievous grin and as you quickly tried to get back up; he held you in place. “I-is that your-?”

“Yes, yes it is.” He said, nodding while he slowly leaned in before catching your lips in a soft kiss.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


J-Hope ➳ You two were laughing madly on the bed before going to sleep, finding a hilarious video online and watching it over and over again. It was sort of sexual, but you passed it off as something normal and apart of the joke. The only thing is, someone else took it seriously, having some thoughts slowly drown him in. You threw your phone on the bedside table, turning off the lamp while you still giggled about the video until you pulled yourself into Hoseok’s chest, feeling something poking at your torso. You looked up to him, eyebrows furrowed and he winked at you, a small smirk reaching his lip. “Do you still want to have fun?”

Originally posted by theseoks


RapMonster You were annoyed with how Namjoon kept squirming and being outright awkward while you two were at a family ball. You had enough when someone tried talking to him but he just plain out ignored them, so you grabbed his hand and took him somewhere quieter, looking to his pocket and seeing something bulging out. You became angrier, glaring at the confused man. “Really? So your fat ass was hiding food?” You snapped, quickly reaching in his pocket only to nearly rip off his clothed erection.

You froze, slowly looking up to the man who was flushed from embarrassment. “Oh dear god.” He murmured in pain and you just walked away, too petrified to face him.

Originally posted by namseok


Jimin You had both been watching Fifty Shades Darker, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden atrocious scenes that had taken place in the movie. You turned to Jimin to see if he found the movie as hysterical as you did, but when you found him blushing madly and struggling to keep his breath normal, you glanced down to find the large bulge threatening to rip itself out from his sweats and make itself known. “Oh,” you whispered as you smirked sadistically, leaning towards Jimin who was mortified and looked away quickly in embarrassment, “you must really enjoy this movie, huh, Jiminie?”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


➳ He was innocently sitting on a bench at the park while he waited for you to come back from a clothing store nearby. You saw him, and on instinct ran while throwing yourself onto his lap and he immediately threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he turned to glare at you. You instantly got off him, apologizing over and over but he was still in pain. “Really?” He spat, looking towards the softening covered bulge. “Not only do you frustrate me but you also get to hurt me?” You began to splutter, looking away in fright and he only grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him as he got your full attention. “It’s time to go home.”

Originally posted by jeuguk


Jungkook ➳ You both were outside during the night, staring towards the stars littering the dusky sky. The air was calm, and as you kept teasing Jungkook he couldn’t help but smile at how happy you made him, that was, until you stumbled a little and grabbed onto his jeans, ahem, his clothed member to keep your balance. Your eyes widened, quickly letting go as you wondered if whatever you had felt was really there and when Jungkook’s smile vanished as he stared at you expectantly—time froze. “We should go inside.” He suggested, and you gulped, agreeing with the man.

Originally posted by jengkook


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