Summer festival

J JK (Pt. 9)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst

Word Count: 1,900

Warnings: Sexual content

A/N: I kind of changed my mind, I couldn’t end it. But please tell mi if you like it, I’m really unsure about all of this, so please, please tell me, your opinion means a lot to me. Enjoy!

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Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You’re running around like kids, you’re trying to get away from him, screaming while he chases you down the hill. You don’t care that the rest of your family is peacefully having dinner, watching Jungkook chasing you, lifting up your skirt like a teenage boy, throwing you over his shoulder, spinning you around, just making you laugh.

It was the most beautiful summer – every night you would have dinner with your family, enjoying the pretty melody of cicadas that were hiding somewhere in the bushes. They annoyed everyone else, but you loved them – you couldn’t wait until it was the beginning of August, because that’s when they would show up. 

You also loved the way Jungkook would tease your bare thigh with an olive leaf under the table – that mischievous smile on his face. The thought that you were getting wet in front of the others would excite him.

He bites his lip when you try and push him away, getting even more riled up as he holds down your hands bringing the leaf higher up your skirt.

As the older family members continued their conversations about politics, the economy and such, you and Jungkook were running around in the olive bushes, only stopping when he caught you, pulling your body into his and attacking you with kisses.

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i just started this blog so i’m trying to find other blogs to follow. if you post any of the following, then just like/reblog/follow and i’ll follow you from my main blog (sxtxllite) :))

  • all time low
  • the cab
  • our last night
  • the summer set
  • every avenue
  • fall out boy
  • we the kings
  • forever the sickest kids
  • we are the in crowd
  • the last goodnight
  • the fray
  • boys like girls
  • daughtry
  • hedley
  • marianas trench
  • pierce the veil
  • bring me the horizon
  • thirty seconds to mars
  • my chemical romance
  • a7x
  • the maine
  • youtubers

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“i’m going to bed” usually means i am going to get in bed and watch youtube videos of band members then read smut for another two hours before my specially designed playlist for the night puts me to sleep

in 10 years time, we sit on our porch swing every summer night. the light fades slowly, seeping from the distant oak grove and transforming into bright fireflies. in our younger days, we would have run after them, shrieking with joy and unconsciously grasping each others hands. in our future, we sit together, our sides pressed close, your head resting on my shoulder. i hum and rub soothing circles over your back.

I want to spend October with you, because it’s 
my favorite month and happens during my 
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly 
walk around a forest and with each leaf that 
falls from the branches above, we fall a little 
more for each other too. While hand in hand 
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and 
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we 
could feel the autumn breeze brush against 
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we 
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each 
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool. 
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest 
time moving an inch away from me, because 
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute. 
These lonely summer nights without you make 
me crave the fall, and crave the season of 
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness 
would die too, and you’d appear by my side. 
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or 
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore 
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening, 
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more 
watching it hit your face than actually 
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to 
spend time with you, I do.”
—i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)
I Never Planned on You

Some summers of Pacifica being a chicken, and Mabel being a relative chicken but not as much. Rated T for literally one swear word toward the end.



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The Signs as random things my best friend and I have done
  • Capricorn: Snuck over the pool gate at 2am every night of summer to use the hot tub
  • Aquarius: Stayed up for 36 hours straight and then got tattoos
  • Pisces: Road tripped around Texas to see our favorite band three days in a row
  • Aries: Made a game of throwing the little poppy firecrackers at each other's feet in the kitchen
  • Taurus: Slept under the Aquarium restaurant next to a tarantula cage
  • Gemini: went to the Disney Store and went apeshit buying stuffed characters
  • Cancer: flew to Atlanta to visit the set of our favorite tv show and geeked tf out
  • Leo: sending each other songs that relate to our OTP
  • Virgo: laughing at my old drunk vines and quoting them constantly
  • Libra: playing Cards Against Humanity and hoping we each get the Robert Downey Jr card
  • Scorpio: getting matching Anchor tattoos on our wrists
  • Sagittarius: blasting music while we drive and skipping any OneRepublic music cuz it makes us cry

       it’s midnight and they’re pulled over on a moonlit path, a couple of drinks and some food on the dashboard from an orchard and farmer’s market in the middle of nowhere. they aren’t lost along the way to wherever they’re going, but she’s enjoying every second of these summer nights with the one she LOVES. she’s gazing almost dreamily at the other, features milky in the illumination and her heart beats faster than ever now, a few different shades of impulse on her lips. she’s still thinking about that kiss. can they tell when she has to keep ascending her gaze every so often, rooted to amber hues alternatively? the inky sky is dusted with particles of starlight, a few constellations visible. it’s beautiful. after a while, lydia looks back and she’s completely infatuated, coherent thought hazy. “i’m happy we’re getting to do this.” maybe it’s not perfectly synonymous with what essentially spills from her aura, but it feels like paradise being alone together. she’s in love.