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anonymous asked:

Titanic AU!

This is three sentences, right?


Sebastian just needed some air - despite the freezing temperatures on deck this time of night, it was still preferable to the stifling nature of the third class lounge. He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his breast pocket and lit one up, the icy wind numbing his fingers as he tried to shield the flickering match. The flame eventually caught, and he closed his eyes and took a long, deep drag before holding it for a moment, letting the smoke fill his lungs.

A sound caught his attention. Exhaling through his nose he turned to peer over at the ship’s prow, taking a few steps forward to try and decipher the vague shape in the gloom.

It moved.

“Hello? Someone there?” He asked uncertainly, raising his voice as the sea roared below.

“Go away.”

He dropped his cigarette in surprise, and it was snatched away by the wind. There was a child there, right in front of him - no, a young man Sebastian realised as he got closer. The stranger was up on the other side of the railings, hanging right over the ledge of the prow with nothing but a 40 foot drop standing between him and those roiling waves.

“Hey, come down from there,” Sebastian cried out, closing some of the distance between them.

“Leave me alone, I mean it!”

The raven-haired man stopped short, only now noticing the tear tracks on the stranger’s beautiful face.

He reached out automatically. “Take my hand, I’ll pull you back in.”

I told you to get away! I’ll jump!”

“No you won’t.”

There was a pause as the stranger looked back at him with outrage.

“What do you mean ‘no I won’t’? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don’t know me.”

Sebastian kept his voice calm and steady. “If you truly intended to, then you would have done it already. Come on, take my hand.”

The slate-coloured hair of the stranger whipped around his face as he furrowed his brow at Sebastian, thinking hard. He raised one arm to try and wipe away some of the tears, but a sudden gust of wind almost made him lose his footing. He teetered precariously, his expression one of horrified shock, before Sebastian shot forward with unnatural speed and grabbed his arm in a vice grip.

“Don’t fall, now,” he said quietly to the young man. “I’ll be obliged to come in after you.”

The stranger gasped as he was hauled back onto the safety of the deck, taking one last look down at the dizzying drop and clinging to Sebastian’s strong shoulders. He didn’t move from there, even when he was back on solid ground, and Sebastian held him tightly.

“What’s your name?” He asked the shaking young-man, finding him to be slight and delicate in his arms, barely reaching his shoulders.

“Ciel,” came the small reply.

“I’m Sebastian. You’re shivering.”

He took off his jacket and slung it around Ciel’s shoulders, where it hung loosely. The boy leaned in again immediately, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Sebastian’s chest.

“Sebastian,” Ciel said, as if testing the way it felt on his tongue. “Do you ever feel like your life is just…. not how it’s supposed to be? Like you were meant to be something else but instead you’re just stuck, playing a part that was never meant for you?”

Sebastian was about to reply when the sound of running footsteps reached him.

“Get away from him! What are you doing?!” Someone shouted, and he found himself more than a little reluctant to release the perfect creature in his arms.

Ciel was the first to step away, his cheeks pink.

“I’m sorry, Aunt. I was taking a walk and I…. slipped and… well, Sebastian saved me.”

There were four newcomers altogether, all crowding around and cooing over Ciel.

“I suppose we owe you thanks,” barked a strict looking woman, eyeing Sebastian from head to toe. “Even if you are… untidy.”

It looked like she was itching to comb his hair back, and he realised that, judging by their finery, these were all first class passengers, including-“

“Ciel!” came the shrill voice of another, younger woman. “Come inside at once! I shall get Paula to make you some tea.”

“Hmmph. Very well, Lizzie, but first let me at least thank Sebastian for his help.”

“Oh, he should join us for dinner tomorrow,” suggested one of the men enthusiastically.

“A wonderful idea! What do you say?”

Sebastian found himself nodding and receiving a few hearty pats on the back. 

“Do come inside now, it’s far too cold out here.”

“I’ll join you in a moment,” Ciel insisted.

Sebastian bade them a polite farewell, watching in silence as the newcomers disappeared back indoors.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” the boy said quietly when they were alone.

“Do you want me to?”

Their eyes met and it was like an electric current passed between them. He had never seen such incredible blue eyes, one of them looking a slightly different colour to the other. It was captivating.

“Yes.”

“Then I shall be there,” Sebastian promised, unconsciously leaning in until the fog of their breath mingled. “Those people…. were they your family?”

Ciel’s eyes flitted down and back up again. “Mmhmm, yes, forgive me. My Aunt Francis, Uncle Alexis, my cousin Edward and…. and my fiancé, Elizabeth.”

The ice that flowed through Sebastian’s veins at that point was colder than the sea. “Fiancé?”

“Ciel!” Someone called from inside.

“I’ve got to go,” he said, turning. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

He disappeared inside, leaving Sebastian to stare after him for a long time, a fiery determination gradually replacing the ice.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

The “Exchange” Program #1

Originally posted by nnochu



Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)

Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.

“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.

“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.

“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.

He was cute. Perfect even.

You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.

“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.

“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.

“This is my daughter Y/n”

You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.

“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.

Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.

Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.

Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.

“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.

“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.

“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.

Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.

“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.

“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.

“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.

“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”

Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.

“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.

“C’mon” you mumbled.

Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.

“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.

“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.

You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.

“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.

You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.

“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked

You nodded your head quickly still looking down.

You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.

“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.

“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.

“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.

Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.

7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.

You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.

GROWL

“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.

“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.

It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,

“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.

“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.

“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.

“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.

“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.

“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”

Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.

“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.

“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.

“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.

“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.

“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.

A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.

“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”

“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.

“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.

“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.

“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.

“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.

“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.

Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’

“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.

Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.

“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.

“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.

It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.

You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.

A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.

“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.

“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.

You scoffed as silence filled the air.

You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.

You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.

You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.

You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.

3

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, July 14, 1895

Don’t be a fright.

Don’t stop at road-houses.

Don’t say “Feel my muscle.”

Don’t cultivate “bicycle face.”

Don’t talk bicycle at the table.

Don’t go out after dark without a male escort.

Don’t chew gum. Exercise your jaws in private.

Don’t wear a garden-party hat with bloomers.

Don’t ask “what do you think of my bloomers?”

Don’t use bicycle slang. Leave that to the boys.

Don’t discuss bloomers with every man you know.

Don’t try to ride in your brother’s clothes to “see how it feels.”

Don’t ride a man’s wheel. The time has not come for that as yet.

Don’t carry a packet of cigarettes in the pocket of your pantalets.

Don’t sneer at the lawn tennis girl, or maybe she will not ask you to be a bridesmaid. 

Don’t scream loudly because you see a strange man in the field  - it may be a scarecrow.

Don’t lift up your skirts suddenly to astonish people by showing them your bloomers.

Praise

Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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Cheeky

Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx

7 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,064

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as death and substance abuse

Originally posted by kim-taehyung

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foxpaws10  asked:

Heeeeyyy, if you're still taking prompts how about "what do you want from me" for andreil with a shit ton of angst? ... And some fluff if possible ??? 😆 xx

one angsty andreil, just for you, my lovely friend! a little lighter on the fluff than i was aiming for, but what can ya do. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Andrew opens his eyes to the pitch black of their dorm room, unable to move, barely able to breathe. His back is to the wall, his hands are clenched in the sheets, and he is struggling not to bite through his bottom lip. Images of demons past play behind his eyes, so he does his best not to blink. Andrew jumps when Neil makes a small noise in his sleep, and he feels like the walls are closing in on him.

He climbs over Neil, careful not to touch him, and silently makes his way toward the door. He thinks he hears Neil call after him, but Andrew knows he will give him some space. At least for a little while. Andrew leaves the room, fully aware that this is just a feeble attempt at outrunning his own mind.

Neil’s weight beside him is now familiar and can even be a comfort, sometimes. But on the occasions when Andrew’s senses are on overdrive and the smallest movement feels like an avalanche, an earthquake, a fucking planetary realignment, Neil knows better than to take Andrew’s abandonment personally.

Neil’s hoodie is thrown on the back of his desk chair, so Andrew makes his way over to dig out the pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He thinks he could light it with just the fire on the edge of his tongue, but he grabs a lighter from the drawer just in case.

He opens the window with so much force that the glass vibrates harshly for several seconds. Andrew is unconcerned. He watches with disinterest as a small crack forms at the bottom of the windowsill. Whatever. It’s still functional.

He climbs onto his desk and pulls his knees up to his chest, leaning back against the wall before lighting his cigarette and taking a long, slow drag. Andrew wonders if maybe the smoke will clear out the tar in his lungs, if he’ll be able to breathe again. Probably not.

Time passes, and Andrew doesn’t notice. An hour, maybe two. His breath fogs up the window. He stares outside as the sun slowly illuminates the parking lot below. The Maserati begins to take shape, and he has the sudden urge to drive until he can’t anymore. Maybe through the mountains, maybe off a cliff. Who knows.

He must be spending too much time around Neil.

Andrew distracts himself by recalling the highest points of elevation in the United States from a geography book he read in high school. He isn’t even halfway through the list when he hears the bedroom door open. He doesn’t look, but the sound of the door closing lets him know that it’s just Neil. He never lets the door click back into place; he turns the knob and shuts the door, releasing it only when the door is fully closed and will make no noise. Andrew isn’t sure whose sake he does this for. Maybe Kevin’s, maybe his own.

He keeps his gaze trained on the parking lot until he feels Neil approach him. He slowly flicks off the ashes from his cigarette into the small pile he has made on top of Kevin’s history book. Ancient Rome or something equally as useless. Andrew doesn’t care enough to look. He turns his head to see that Neil has stopped a few feet away, running shoes in one hand and a hoodie in the other. He doesn’t say anything, but he extends the hand holding the hoodie, the same one that was on the chair. Andrew looks back to the window and takes note of the layer of frost on the outside. It’s probably a bit above freezing. Funny. Andrew hadn’t noticed.

He reaches out and takes the hoodie. Stares at Neil. Prepares to pry open his jaw and force out a reply to whatever Neil is about to say.

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SEP: Sunsets

I wrote this based on the comic “SEP Days” that my friend @vapewraith drew - I love silly SEP and Crisis interactions between Gabriel and Jack so I loved this comic and really wanted to show how much Vape’s art and colors inspire me.

Thank you again, Vapewraith - thank you for nearly nine months of your wonderful Overwatch art!  ❤️  ❤️  ❤️

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“Soldiers, line up here.”

There are tart groans and muttered whines as the SEP candidates shuffle to a stop and the group practically collapses against the walls and waist-high concrete barriers.  The exhaustion and aches are practically tangible in the air as the supersoldiers-in-training ease themselves into sitting or leaning or even lying positions - Number: 37 practically throws herself on the group even though it’s as miserably comfortable as sleeping on broken groundstone.  Number: 123 next to Gabriel rolls his shoulders, hissing every time the right one moves back too far, exactly where one of the rubber bullets had hit him earlier.  Number: 88 on the other side of Jack seats herself and then curls up into a ball, pulling the drawstrings on her hood to shut the world into what Jack assumes is blissful darkness.

They’re in one of the halls of the SEP facility - tucked away into a deep mountainside “somewhere out west,” the building is hard angles and brutal concrete and cut-steel, as soft as titanium and as gentle as the injections they get every morning and evening.  Yet even here, in “wherever’s-range,” there is still beauty: the massive windows, normally just cold, crystalline glass, are open to the sunset, bleeding colors across the land and sky, dripping into the hallway with the vibrancy of oil paints.  Reds smoke into bright, endless pinks, golds melt into bold, sunshine yellows, oranges shift into liquid amber, and at the edges of the atmosphere, velvet purples sigh into silky blues, tinting the more vivid colors and steeped clouds with the dusk of night and the emerging stars.

It’s a sight neither Gabriel nor Jack will ever get tired of -

No matter how exhausted they are.

“The doctors will see you shortly -” the SEP instructor starts to say, reappearing at the far end of the hallway, before he looks up from the papers on his clipboard and scowls at the group of crumbling supersoldiers, snapping, “Is that what you call ‘lining up?’”

“Maybe if y’all didn’t work us so damn hard,” Number: 141 growls, his voice climbing into a hoarse yell, “We’d still have the energy to fucking stand!” 

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Blind Threats

Originally posted by motherllode


Request: Jax imagine based on a dream that @homicidalteenagedream had.

Hope you like this boo, I changed a couple things. Sorry it took so long.

I don't really know what timeline i was going with here, except Tara doesn’t exist (YAAASS) & Thomas is older and in school.

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You gripped the wheel tightly as you pulled into the lot.
To say you were under pressure lately  was an understatement and the last thing you wanted to see was that white mercedes , belonging to SAMCROs favourite porn slut Ima, sitting in your usual spot.
Your jaw clenched and you swung your car into an empty spot, your tyres screeching.
You were so blinded by your anger that you didn’t see the tow truck parked in front of the garage. and the prospects unloading the bike. The bike that belonged to you old man.
You had just slammed your door shut when you finally noticed the bike, with the fresh dents and scratches.
Your heart dropped and all your anger left you, only to be replaced with guilt and worry.
Jax saw you step around your car and he stepped out of the office and headed towards you.
As soon as you saw him a sense of relief washed over you and you adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder as you walked across the lot.
“Hey babe.”
“What happened?”
Jax sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, slicking it back out of his face.
“Had a run in with a 12 wheeler.” Jax told you. “Had to put her down.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Im fine, thanks for asking.”
“God as if its not bad enough that I gotta worry about you coming home filled with bullets, now I gotta worry about you being crushed under a wheel too?!”
“Hey,” Jax reached for your hand and he squeezed it comfortingly. “It was an accident. You don’t need to worry bout me.”
He met your gaze an under those blue eyes you softened, but only slightly.
“So whats the damage?”
“Bit of road rash, nothin major.”
You nodded.
Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side as he led you to the garage.
You knew he was only doing it to comfort you and keep you from nagging him about road safety but you relished in the contact; it was the most he’d touched you in what felt like years.
Clay was inspecting the bike while Gemma leant against the workbench in the garage.
“Hows she looking?” Jax called as you approached.
He slid his arm off your shoulder and walked towards his bike. He stopped in front of it and ran his hand across the seat, his eyes studying the scratched paint work.
You leant against the workbench next to Gemma.
“Give Lowell couple hours and she’ll be good. Its mostly cosmetic.”
Jax grinned and slicked his hair back once more.
“Thank god. Im hard for my Harley already.”
Clay laughed and you rolled your eyes.
Gemma smirked. “Maybe she can help you with that.”
Jax glanced in your direction briefly before looking away.
He pulled his cigarettes from the pocket of his kutte and began to walk away.
“Nah, Im good.” He muttered under his breath.
“Whats that about?” Gemma asked hastily, her dark eyes burning into you.
“Forget it.”
You gulped and walked away, heading swiftly back to your car.
Gemma pursed her lips and crossed her arms as she watched you both, walking away in different directions.

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Chucky, why don’t you take the boys out to play on the swings?”
“I accept that.”
Chuck nodded to Gemma and you thanked him, only just managing to ruffle Thomas’ blond hair before he leapt off of your lap and chased after Abel who was already half way out the door.
Your daughter giggled in Gemmas arms, cooing and gurgling in her own baby language that only she understood.
“God, how much longer are they gonna be in there?”
You glared at the closed doors, wishing that Church would be over so you could head home.
Gemma raised an eye brow and kissed the tip of your daughters nose, earning another giggle.
“You got somewhere to be, mama?”
“I wish.”
You sighed and rapped your fingertips against the wooden table.
Lyla shared a sympathetic smile with you and you pushed back your chair and stood.
Maybe some fresh air would help your mood.
The clubhouse was crowded tonight. Jax had requested that everyone related to the club attend. Whether it be through family or an old lady. Everyone that knew the Redwood Boys was here. Everywhere you looked there were faces, and all you wanted was to be alone.
You ran your hand through your daughters soft dark hair and headed for the door.
Abel and Thomas had taken after their father. All blonde hair and blue eyes. But your daughter had taken after you and her dark hair matched yours exactly. She was only young but you knew she would be a spitting image of you in a few years.
It was less crowded outside. Chucky was pushing the boys on the swings, their angelic laughter travelling through the cool evening air.
You perched on top of the picnic table and laid back against the old wood.
The faint sound of Guns N Roses playing through the speakers and muffled banter travelled through the walls and you blocked it out as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket.
The nicotine filled your lungs and you exhaled deeply when you heard the door to the clubhouse open.
“You gonna tell me whats going on between you and my son?”
You didn’t even need to look. You would know that voice anywhere.
“Nothings going on, Gem.” You sighed.
“So you’ve just been a grumpy bitch all week for nothin, huh sweetheart?”
You sat up and glared at her.
She had her hands on her hips and that knowing, Gemma Teller smile plastered all over her face.
“C’mon, baby. Tell me whats going on.”
You sighed again and ran your hand trough your hair, trying to figure out where to start.
“I dunno, Gem. Everything was fine a few weeks ago.”
“So whats changed?”
You shrugged.
“Ever since he laid down his bike everything just sorta.. fallen apart.”
Gemma stepped closer and sat atop the picnic table next to you.
She lit her own cigarette and took a long drag as she listened to you speak.
“He barely speaks to me, let alone touches me. Fuck he hasn’t even kissed me in god knows how long.” Your voice began to shake and you shoved down the uproar that threatened to escape you from rising in your throat.
“When I wake up he’s gone, thats if he’s even come home at all.” You blew out your smoke. “He doesn’t say good morning to me, he’s gone before the kids are up for school.”
“Honey give him time, he’ll come round.”
“Really? Cause I cant help but notice Imas cars been here nearly everyday and I gotta feeling he’s fucking that bitch again.”
Gemma shook her head. “Naw, he don’t want that rancid pussy.”
You sighed and tapped your cigarette, watching the ash crumble off the end and flutter to the ground.
“It will be okay, sweetheart. You just gotta hang in there. He loves you. You’re good for him.”
Both of you looked up as the door opened and Jax walked out.
He glanced in your direction but his face never formed a smile.
He took a puff of the joint between his lips and looked away and walked towards the office, a cloud of smoke billowing out behind him.
Gemmas eyes narrowed as she watched her son saunter his way too the office.
“I’ll be back later.”
You slid off the table and flicked your butt to the ground and headed inside.
Your daughter was on Opies lap, her finger wrapped in his beard and you thanked him for looking after her and lifted her onto your hip.
You carried her outside and rounded up the boys and loaded them into the car.
Jax watched from the office as you pulled out of the lot and headed home.


The kids were all finally asleep and you tiptoed your way around their rooms, pulling clothes from their drawers and wardrobes.
You would just get everything ready. Thats all.
That was the plan.
You kept telling yourself you were doing the right thing. Things couldn’t go on like this any longer.
And so you would pack enough for the kids and for yourself and you would keep them ready.
They would be hidden away , ready for when you finally had the courage to do what you’d been considering doing for weeks.
If only you weren’t so in love with him. Then maybe you’d be gone tonight. But you did love him and so you would give him three days. Three days to change things, three days to make things better. Three days to convince you to stay.
You finished packing and you stashed their bags in the back of your wardrobe, along with your suitcase.
There was a bottle of whiskey waiting for you on top of the refrigerator and you poured yourself a glass before curling up on the sofa.
You had taken your third sip when you heard Jax’s bike pull into the driveway. You took a deep breath and glued your eyes to the television screen.
The last season of The Bachelor was playing and you tried to focus on that.
The front door opened and a thump could be heard as Jax kicked his sneakers off his feet.
He watched you as he pulled off his gloves and his kutte. Your feet tucked up beneath you, wine glass in one hand and the tv remote in the other, watching the screen as it flashed images of red roses and girls in pretty dresses.
You didn’t look up as he crossed the room or when he stopped in front of you.
It was only when he took the remote from your hands and turned the volume down that you finally looked up at your old man.
Jax sat on the sofa next to you and placed the remote on the coffee table.
Only the sound of your breathing could be heard and you took a sip of your whiskey.
“I’m sorry.”
His voice broke the silence and he fumbled with the rings on his fingers as he searched his mind for the right words to say.
You ran your finger around the rim of your glass as you waited for him to continue.
“”I’ve been pushing you away.”
“No shit.” You scoffed.
Jax sighed and ran his hand through his hair before turning to you.
“Look, maybe I was wrong to do it. But I was trying to protect you.”
You arched an eyebrow.
“Ive got dead bodies all around me, babe. This shit thats been going on.. I don’t know how to get out of it. I don’t know how to keep you and the kids away from it.”
“These last two weeks Ive been trying to push you away. I’m terrified of hurting you. Im terrified of hurting our kids.”
“You think I’m not used to this shit, Jax?”
“We have never been this deep before.”
You rolled your eyes and placed your glass on the table.
“Look, I get the whole ‘trying to protect you bullshit’. I do. But you know it doesn’t work on me. Its never worked on me. And to say you don’t want to hurt me?!” You laughed bitterly and stood, lifting the bottle of whiskey off the table. “You just spent the last two weeks hurting me, babe.”
You spun on your heels and marched to the bathroom. You perched on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on full, letting the hot water fill the bath.
Jax watched you walk out of the living room and he buried his face in his hands.
How did everything turn so wrong?


You slid down into the warm water, letting your head sink below the surface and blocking out all sound.
You wished that the walls of the tub could fold down, that the tub could expand and you could swim below the surface the way you used to when you were young and your mother would take you swimming in the lake. You wished you could feel as free as you did when you’d dive into that lake.
But when you came up for air you were reminded of the pain in your chest and the same four walls of the bathroom surrounded you.
Sobs took over your body and  you trembled as your tears fell, mixing with the bath water.
It was more than crying.
It was the kind of desolate sobbing that comes from a person drained of all hope.
You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, as tears rolled down your cheeks.
Eventually the water turned cold around you and your tears ran dry.
You stood, letting the water run down your body and you grabbed the towel off the heated rail and wrapped it around your body.
Stepping out of the bath you caught a glimpse in the mirror of your reflection.
You looked deflated and gulped.
You weren’t sure who you were anymore.
The whiskey bottle sat on the counter beside the basin and you took a swig of the honey coloured liquid, letting it burn down your throat.
You placed it back on the counter and left the bathroom, your dripping body leaving a trail of marks along the carpet.
You headed for your bedroom but when you opened the door you froze.
Jax was perched on the edge of the bed you shared with him, his head buried in his hands and his shoulders shaking as he cried.
You gulped, your mind racing as you tried to work out what had brought on this sudden emotion from the man who was normally so strong.
And then you saw it.
You saw your suitcase lying in front of the wardrobe, you saw your kids bags, unzipped and showing the contents you had packed earlier that evening.
He didn’t notice you had entered the room and you crossed the room silently and knelt by the bags, quietly repacking the items of clothing he had pulled out.
The sound of you pulling the zip shut on your sons bag alerted him and he looked up to see you kneeling in your towel, fumbling with the bags.
“Stop,” He said softly.
You gulped and kept packing, reaching for the strewn clothes he had torn out, your hands moving faster now.
“Please, babe. Please don’t leave me.”
Your breathing hitched in your throat but you kept going, zipping up the final bag.
“(y/n), please. Don’t leave me, I love you.”
He was begging you now and tears rolled down your cheeks.
The bags were all repacked and you hung your head over them as you listened to him pleading.
It took every ounce of you to lift yourself to your feet and you turned to him.
His bloodshot eyes were glistening with unshed tears, making the colour of his eyes shine bluer that you thought possible.
“I need you.”
His whisper echoed loudly in your head and  you took a deep breath.
Your adjusted the towel wrapped around your body.
He watched you as you fumbled with your damp hair and the towel, anything you could do to keep your eyes away from his.
He stepped forward and cupped your face, lifting your face to meet his gaze.
The look in his eyes broke you. The pain, the pleading, the hope.
“Things need to change, Jackson.”
“They will babe. I promise.”
You nodded slowly.
His hands left your face and he  wrapped them around your body and pulled you closer to him.
He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you deeply, a sudden passion and urgency surging through his lips.
He pulled you to the bed and laid you down beneath him.
You weren’t sure if you ever would have had the courage to leave him.
But as he made love to you like he never had before, you knew that you would always be right beside him.

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Snake Skin part 2

He could hardly hear the older man calling out his name as he slammed through the front door of the bar, wood splintering dramatically.

Elizabeth Cooper. She was here, she was in Riverdale, Jesus Christ she was fucking here.

Why was she here? What was she doing back? He had given her up six years ago, he could still remember the way she cried, how she held onto him as he broke her heart. She had begged him
“Don’t do this.” “Please I love you” and he had just stared at her, told her he had to go, it was for the best. He had left his heart on that front porch all those years ago and his chest had been empty since, but hearing her name? Knowing she was here? Something inside of him sparked.

He ripped his cellphone out of his pocket, dialing the familiar number and pulling a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with shaky fingers

“Yo.” The easy going voice came from the other line

“"Did you know about this? Did you know she was back, that she was in riverdale?” Jughead rushed out, his voice harsh and cold.

“Well hello Jughead, I’m doing great, the weathers beautiful, meet for dinner at Pops tonight? Sure!” Archie Andrews drawled playfully.

“Archie..” Jughead threatened, there was a deep sigh on the other end and Archie answered

“She’s opening a veterinarians office, Polly is having trouble with Rory, it’s been in the works for a while. I couldn’t tell you. I promised.”

Jughead inhaled sharply
“She’s staying?” He whispered.

“Yeah, she’s staying Jug.” Archie answered evenly.

The dark haired boy shut his phone quickly, stubbing the cigarette out with the toe of his boot.

She shouldn’t be here, she was made for bigger things, for better things

“I don’t want anything else, I just want you.”

Jughead winced as her words filled his head, he loved her, more than anything, but he couldn’t be enough for her, he just wasn’t and everyone knew it.

“Who cares what everyone thinks, it’s you and me isn’t it? The way it’s always been.”

“Shut up! Just shut up.” Jughead slammed his fists into the side of his head, trying to quiet the familiar voice in his head, it was always there, when he was doing something particularly dangerous Betty’s sugar sweet voice would wrap around him, consoling him, comforting him, protecting him.

“You alright son?” Jughead whipped around to see Viper standing behind him, the rest of the older Serpents watching him cautiously.

Taking a deep breath and pulling out another cigarette Jughead nodded
“Yeah sure, lets go.”

The mutual nod of the group had Everyone mounting their bikes and driving off towards the north side, driving off towards the one thing that could change his life with the tilt of her lips.

As soon as they arrived at the tiny yellow house right off of River road, Jughead stiffened, it was perfect and quaint and homey and… so Betty.

“You sure this is the place.” The long haired man named Bruce asked from his space in her driveway

“Sure enough.” Viper said nodding towards the door. Jughead stayed behind, nothing could prepare him for what came next.

After rapping on the front door a minute passed and the door opened slowly, the smell of fresh baked cookies and soft giggles came through.
Then she walked through.

Long tan legs in soft cream colored wedges, a perfect pressed white dress covered her curves as soft honey blonde hair fell past her shoulders in flawless waves, her bright green eyes were sparkling and her perfect pink lips were tilted up in a silly smile, she had the familiar two year old boy wrapped up in her arms as he laughed, his shirt was half over his head and he was flailing his arms.

“Can I help you?” Betty adjusted Noah in her arms and raised a brow, a confused smile still on her face.

It seemed her beauty had struck all of the Serpents speechless, finally viper stuttered out

“We uh, we came to check on the boy he’s one of ours.”

Noah buried his face in Betty’s neck
“No! I don’t go back! No!” He whimpered

Betty rubbed his back gently
“It’s okay, you’re not going back, I’m sorry he probably associates you with his parents.” She glanced up and looked at the six men. “Why don’t you come in? I made cookies. We can talk this through.” She stepped back as they all stared blankly.

It was quiet for a few moments and no one moved, until Betty sighed.

“I’m not gonna ask twice, you either come in and eat the darn cookies or you go home" She huffed as they shuffled in, surprised by the sass.

Jughead stepped in last, his eyes connecting with Betty’s as she gasped, gently setting Noah on the ground and staring at Jughead

“Ju..Jughead?” She whispered

“Hey bets.” He whispered back.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 34

Summary: Daryl is still missing. SMUT.

Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉

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“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill

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You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.

“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.

He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”

You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”

You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.

“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.

Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.

“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.

He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.

“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.

You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”

Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.

Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.

You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.

“Well, I’m not a child.”

“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.

He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”

You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.

“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.

“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.

You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”

He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”

You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.

He nodded to show that he was listening to you.

“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.

“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.

You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”

He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”

“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.

“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.

“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.

“What?” You answered back in confusion.

“Being his wife, are you happy?”

You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.

“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”

David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.

You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.

“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.

You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”

“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”

You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”

“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.

You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.

You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.

“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.

They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.

“N- no?” Katherine answered back.

“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.

Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.

“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.

“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”

Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”

You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”

“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Alexandria.” You nodded.

“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.

Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”

David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”

“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.

David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”

“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.

This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.

“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”

You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.

“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.

“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.

“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.

Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.

“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.

He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”

David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.

Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”

David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”

Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.

You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.

“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.

“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.

Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.

Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.

“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.

“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.

“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.

“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.

If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.

“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.

He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”

“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.

“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”

He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”

“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.

You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.

“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”

You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”

“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.

The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.

“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.

He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.

You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.

You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.

You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.

“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.

As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.

“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.

You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.

He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.

You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.

He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.

Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”

You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”

A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.

His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.

“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.

Yes.

“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.

He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.

“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.

It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.

His belt.

“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.

He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.

You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”

He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”

You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.

He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”

You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”

You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.

“How many?” You asked curiously.

Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”

He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.

“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.

The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.

“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.

You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.

“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.

The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.

“Two!” You cried out.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.

“Three.”

You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.

“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.

“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.

“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.

You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.

“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.

“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.

“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.

“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.

“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.

You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”

You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.

It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.

He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.

“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.

“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.

Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”

“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.

“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.

“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”

Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”

You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”

“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.

You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”

“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.

“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.

The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.

“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.

He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”

You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”

He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”

“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.

He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”

You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.

Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”

“Shit happens.” You said reassuringly.

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I wrote this at 1am last night (while I was sleep deprived and couldn’t sleep) and then saved this in my drafts, so let that be both an explanation and an apology for this Mess™

It’s the sound of voices that draws Andrew into wakefulness. They creep into his mind like vines and coax him away from the bliss of sleep. The temptation to shake them is a hard fought but losing battle. His head still feels hazy and fogged over, but it’s easy enough to place the owners of the hushed tones. 

“You wake them up.” 

“No way. You wake them up.” 

There’s a pause. 

“Rock, paper, scissors?” 

“You’re on.” 

Andrew opens his eyes just in time to see Matt hit his rock over Nicky’s scissors. Matt shoves his fist in the air in a silent victory cheer while Nicky lets out a quiet curse. He turns back towards the seat with dejected shoulders, his face a mix of fear and dread, but when he makes eye contact with Andrew, it quickly morphs into relief. 

“Oh, thank god. I really didn’t want to losing a limb.” 

“We’re at a rest stop,” Matt says when he also notices Andrew is awake. “Coach says we’re still a few hours out from PSU though.” 

“It’ll be morning by the time we make it back,” Nicky chimes in. 

Andrew doesn’t say anything, but neither Nicky or Matt look interested in garnering a response. Their apparent job done, both backliners turn on their heels and head back up towards the front of the bus. 

“Was’goingon?” Neil mumbles from Andrew’s right. 

Neil has his legs pulled up onto the seat, his body curled up but slumped against Andrew. His head is tucked up against Andrew’s shoulder, and his fingers are still loosely intertwined with Andrew’s own. Andrew turns his head to look down at the striker. 

“Comfortable?” 

“Actually, yeah.”

Neil shifts, his body folding up even more towards Andrew and his cheek scraping along Andrew’s shoulder. He lets out a breath and closes his eyes again. The air around them is quiet with all the Foxes off the bus, and Andrew watches the way the streetlamps bleeding in through the windows fall across the crisscross scars of Neil’s cheek, the way the light weaves with the smattering of freckles there. 

Neil’s eyes peel back open after a minute, and they narrow curiously as he watches Andrew. Andrew quirks an eyebrow in a silent question of his own.

“I just figured you’d have shoved me to the floor by now,” Neil says. 

“I take pride in being unpredictable.” 

Neil hums in response and another moment passes in silence. 

“Wait. Are we stopped?” 

“Rest stop,” Andrew explains. 

“Oh,” Neil says, sitting up fully and rubbing at his eyes. “I should probably get some coffee then. Did you want one?” He doesn’t even give Andrew a chance to answer, already nodding. “I’ll get you one.” 

Neil uses the seat in front of them to pull himself up, taking a moment to stretch out his cramped limbs. He scrubs a hand down his face and drags his feet up the aisle. Andrew follows him off the bus, digging his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as they head down the stairs. Neil veers off to the rest stop building for coffee, and Andrew lights his cigarette, eyes sweeping across the few Foxes stretching their legs in the parking lot. He spots Nicky speaking to some freshman he can’t be bothered to learn the name of and heads over to the two. 

Once Andrew is standing in front of them, he holds his hand out towards his cousin. Nicky glances down at Andrew’s empty palm before dancing back to his face. 

“What?” Nicky asks, feigning an innocence no one believes. 

Andrew doesn’t say anything, just keeps his arm outstretched and quirks an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Nicky.” 

“It’s a cute picture, okay!” 

Andrew is considering prying away the phone clutched to Nicky’s chest when Neil returns. The striker presses a cup of coffee into Andrew’s outstretched hand, but Andrew merely takes a sip before switching it to his other and re-extending his hand. This time, Nicky’s eyes dart between the hand and Andrew’s unimpressed expression before he turns on Neil with a pleading look. 

“Neil. My favorite person. Please tell your boyfriend not to murder me.” 

“Well,” Neil says, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Do you deserve it?” 

// Send me prompts! //

Faded - Jungkook scenario (Mafia AU, angst, slight fluff)

Originally posted by nelliel66

A/N: I had this idea and imagination for a while now, thought I should write and post it! Inspired by movie “Legend”
Hope you like it :) Tell me your thoughts on it if you want to ^^


Members: Jungkook x You, ft. Jimin
Genre: angst/ slight fluff
Word count: 3760
Warnings: cursing, fighting etc..


It’s funny how person can have such an affect on you, change you. He was my guy, my man who I loved. It took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.
His name was Jungkook. A guy who loved money, didn’t love to be lied or played, because it will end awful for you.
His best friend Jimin, liked being a gangster too. Money, luxury, loved good looking women.
If anyone messed with them, it would end up ugly. You could have an agreement with them to do something, but with no money there is no game to play.

Jimin was older than Jungkook. He owned few clubs in the city. Biggest ones, most popular ones.
They loved being the center of everything. They met a lot of famous people during the years of owning their clubs.
They had anything that you wish for in your life.

——————

“Where is Aden?” Jungkook turns towards his daily guard Frank, who is with him or near him each day, 24/7.
“He can’t get up. Probably still sleeping Jungkook” he looks at him leaning against the car
“Let’s go visit him.” Jungkook said and got in the back of the car.

Driving for 20 minutes, Frank stops at Aden’s house. Jungkook gets out and walks to the front door of his house, knocking few times.

- That is where I come in. From that moment it all started to change. -

You had a small smile on your lips as you looked at Jungkook. He tilts his head, looking at you.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N.” you smiled
“Aden’s sister” you added
“Your brother was supposed to be at work hour or two ago. Is he home?”

You call out for Aden. And look back at Jungkook.
“How come I never saw you?” he spoke, putting his hands in his pockets
“Probably we never came across each other.” Jungkook smiled at your response and nodded his head
“What you have there?” he points at the counter, at big bowl with candy

Aden quickly opens his bedroom window.
“Sir I WILL BE RIGHT DOWN!” he shouted and hurried to get dressed in his white shirt and grey suit

Jungkook looks down from the window at you.
“Those are hard candy? Want one? I am chewing on one now” you said and walked to the bowl
“What kind you eating?”
“Lemon and strawberry in the middle?”
“That one sounds good” he smiled

You gave him the candy and he puts it his mouth. Few seconds later he would chew it.
“You’re not supposed to chew it right away, you know?” you look at him, leaning against the door frame
“Well, I need to get to that strawberry. It’s too much of a wait”
“You are supposed to be patient” you smile
“By being so patient, doesn’t get you what you want, does it?” he looked away and then slowly back at your eyes again
“I’ll tell you what” he steps a bit away
“You go out with me, and you brother doesn’t get into trouble, he is in”
You stop for a moment, look around and nod your head.
“Okay, I’ll go out with you, but not for that reason” you smile
“Y/N get back in here, you need to clean the kitchen!” you hear your mom shouting, turning your head
“Saturday, 8PM?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows
“Sure” you smiled and Aden walks down the hall in hurry and you walk away

Aden and Jungkook walked together down the path.
Jungkook slaps lightly across back of Aden’s head.
“Ouch!” Aden puts his hand behind his head, looking at Jungkook
“You’re lucky you didn’t get anything more painful” Jungook smiled and sat in the car with Frank in front and Aden driving.

Jungkook looked through the window, watching the city, people.
“Aden, how come you never told me about your sister”
“Ah she’s just very shy, fragile in a away.”
“Oh… She’s a nice girl you know?”
“Yes, she’s a beautiful person inside and out” Aden nods his head, driving




Jimin was sitting down with his guards and friends Tommy, Ron.
He watched the people in the club, listened to singers singing live on stage.
Walks over Patrick, also the guy in their crew.
“Charlie is drunk and waving with a gun in his hand, in front of the club.” He said to Jimin
“Always ruins such an amazing evening” Jimin said and got up being followed behind with his guys.

He walks outside, throwing his cigarette away, and look at Charlie. Charlie noticed Jimin, and stops fulling around and keeps looking at him.
“What are you doing mate?” Jimin asked putting one hand in his pocket, getting closer to Charlie
“I got drunk a bit” he looked down
“You’re waving around with a fucking gun, you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jimin points at him
“I’m sorry Jimin.”
“Go on, hand the gun to Ron.” Jimin said and Charlie gives the gun to Ron
“Here” Jimin takes out the pack od cigars and hands one to Charlie, he puts it in his mouth, and Jimin gets the lighter and lights up the cigarette. Soon as he inhales, Jimin punches Charlie in the face.
“Don’t you EVER walk around my club drunk. Waving a fucking gun. Little slut” Jimin grabbed Charlie’s face and pushes him away.
“Get some tissues” Tommy said and Ron ran inside

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and walks back into the club.





“He is a criminal Y/N. A gangster! He doesn’t give a damn about you” Jungkook was leaning against his car, waiting for you, with him cigarette in his mouth.
“You know what?! He seems nice! Just so you know I will kiss him!” he smiled and saw you walking outside, throwing his cigarette away.

You walked towards Jungkook. You stop in front of him.
“You look lovely” he smiled
“So do you” you smiled looking at his black suit and tie.

Jungkook opens the car door and you get inside.
Arriving at the club, Jungkook greeted a lot of people.
“Everyone knows you here” you said
“My best friend owns the club, so do I, but not fully” Jungkook looks down at you
“Jungkook” Jimin shouted
“That is him.” Jungkook smiled and two of them hugged each other
“Who you have here?” Jimin looks at you smiling
“This is Y/N. Y/N this is Jimin”
“Nice to meet you” Jimin smiles and shakes your hand
“I’ll leave you two to have alone time… Enjoy” Jimin pats Jungkooks’ back and walks through the crowd


Jungkook and you sit down. Soon after the drinks come.
People kept greeting Jungkook.
“Fuck off” Jungkook didn’t make any sound and looked at his guard.
“It’s important” they were communicating
“Are you talking to someone?” you laugh a bit
“Sorry, they want to talk to me, but they don’t understand I have a nice lady with me” Jungkook apologizes
“It’s okay, if it’s important. I will wait” you look at his eyes
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” you nod your head
“Hey Ron!” Jungkook waves him to come here
“Stay with her, till I come back” Ron nods his head and sits down next to you

Jungkook walks over to Tommy, who was standing in the corner.
“I have a lady there.” Jungkook said being annoyed
“I know, but it’s important Jungkook” Tommy said as two of them walked

Standing in the corner of crowded room was Charlie again and Alec.
“Jungkook. Charlie has something to say. Come on spill It out” Alec looks at Charlie
“Go on” Jungkook said taking out an cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up
“There is something…” Charlie said
“Are you gonna take whole damn night? I don’t have fucking time” Jungkook looks down his watch
“I took some money, off the bank account. I just wanted to make my girlfriend happy. And it was tight situation..” Charlie said
Jungkook looks at him and then at two of them.
“Is that it? That is so important?” he raised his eyebrows
“You will just pay every dollar you took. Did you hear me?” Jungkook points at him and inhales
“I thought about suggesting that” Charlie slowly nods his head. Jungkook hands him a cigarette and goes to light it up for Charlie but punches him in the face like Jimin did.
Alec tells Tommy to get some tissues, because he was bleeding out of his nose again.
“Don’t you ever steal our money again you prick” Jungkook whispers to Charlie and start to walk away
“Fucking hell” he hears Charlie said
“Oh what did you say?!” Jungkook turns around, Tommy holds him by his arms
“Let him go” he said
“Get him out right now. I don’t want to see him again. No one is gonna curse in this club” Jungkook and Tommy walk together
“There is something else Jungkook”
“No, I am not dealing with anything else no more. I have a beautiful girl there, I want to have a nice evening. SO leave me out of this. Get Jimin” Jungkook hands the cigarette to Tommy and walks away, towards your table.
Ron stands up and walks away and Jungkook sits down.
“I’m sorry for that… Did I miss anything?”
“No, just me”
“Now that is important” he smiled and took a sip of his drink

You look down.
“Do you like being a gangster?” you look up at him.
Jungkook stares back at you, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
He slowly shakes his head no
“I am not…A gangster” he said and you smiled looking at him
“I like the money, the luxury… But I am not a gangster” he said
You nod your head.
“Fuck off” you could read from his lips and laugh a bit
“What?” he looks back at you
“I find it funny when you don’t want anyone to interrupt you, so you like fuck off” you laugh and he smiles
“I want this night to be good, great. Just because I am spending it with you” he stared at your eyes.
You smiled a bit and looked down his lips and just lean in. pressing your lips against his. Two of you kissed. And Jimin watched with a smile on his face. He was happy, but didn’t know how will everything work out between you two.


Being with Jungkook was everything you wanted. You didn’t expect him to be such a sweetheart, even if he was bad, you would like it anyway. There was something about him that you just couldn’t let go.



-03/09/2017-
We spent hours on his bed, in his bedroom, laying down. Our lips being connected for hours. His body on mine. He made me feel safe, made me feel good. He was everything I wanted. A lot of me was lost in him. He knew me better than ever. He was there for me.
My mother didn’t like him. Kept saying he is the mistake I made. I don’t feel that way.

 

Jungkook heard the same stories over and over that your mother was telling you before you leave the house to go with him.
His half smoked cigarette is thrown away each time he waited for you. It’s a waste for a cigarette but you’re more important than that.
“Yup, each time you take my breath away Y/N” Jungkook smiled and took your hand pulling you closer to him.
He leans down kissing your lips, you deepen the kiss and then pull away, smiling.
“Such a tease… Go on get in the car” he laughs shaking his head


Two of you walked down the park. You look up at him, he looks down at you.
“What is it? I bet you have something on your mind” he spoke
“I never thought that I’ll be with a man like you” you look around the park, looking at all the flowers, trees. Everything felt relaxing and you loved it. Loved to be with Jungkook in such moments, places.

Jungkook looked down at you, with a small smile on his lips. He admired how beautiful you look, are.
How he found himself in you. You were like a missing puzzle he couldn’t find. You were a beautiful red rose, who he took care of, so the petals won’t and don’t fall down to the ground.
He kept you growing, helped you finding yourself. Wanted you to know that you matter, that you deserve him. That you believe him in every and each way possible. That you’re safe with him, in his arms, that no one can’t hurt you.
He knew you trusted him. He can’t break it. Doesn’t want to break the trust you have.

Watching you speaking, he couldn’t hear you from all the thoughts that were going through his head.
“Why you looking at me like that?” you smiled
“I love you.” He spoke and two of you stop walking

You kept looking at him, just to process what he said. A smile grew on face.
“I love you too.” You said softly

Cherry blossoms start to fall on two of you and the ground as the wind blows. Both of you smiled looking at each other.
Jungkook reaches to your hair and pulls out one cherry blossom out of your hair.
You step on your toes and kiss him, holding your hands on his chest.

Soon the stone cold winter started to pass and spring was already here.





-04/30/2017-

It’s about to be May soon. Crazy how times fly’s. I am feeling, bit empty. I miss Jungkook. I miss his hugs, kisses, sound of his laugh, his beautiful eyes that would look at me for hours. He got caught up in so work lately that I don’t know if he’s even okay.
I got my driver’s license finally, I waited for it so long. Jungkook bought me a car on my birthday.
White Aston Martin DB9 Carbon… It’s funny how he bought me such an expensive car, he didn’t want me to ask about the price. It was a birthday gift.
I asked him “Do you want to take a drive with me?” and his smile faded from his face. “I can’t” he rubbed back of his neck.
“Oh It’s okay” I just spoke and looked away, looking at the car.
“I can’t today, but some other time” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I thought how is always the same thing. Business. I understand. But when will I matter again like he cares so much about his business shit. I get mad sometimes at him. I don’t answer his calls or text messages.
But he always comes to my place as the situation is like that, because he’s worried. AT least he’s worried.

I wonder does he love me like he used to do? That question will be answered sooner or later.



You decided that night to get dressed up, and go to Jimin’s and Jungkook’s favorite club they own. They spend most of their time in that club. Since Jungkook said he doesn’t have time not even tonight, you just wanted to see what is actually happening.

“Ahh miss Y/N. Good evening” John smiled as he was guarding the pass to the club
“Good evening John. Let me in?” you smiled looking up at him
“Of course. Have a good night” he smiled and let you inside

Most of people working for them two knew you, because of Jungkook.
Everyone greeted you and kept smiling at you.
“Can I get you anything?” Ron walks up to you
“I’m good Ron… Is Jungkook anywhere near?” you look around, but don’t seem to notice him
“Oh yeah, boss is sitting there, near the stage with Jimin” he points
“Thank you” you smiled


As you kept walking towards. Two of them were laughing their asses off. Holding drinks in their hands. By Jungkook’s face you could tell he was drunk. Both of them were.
As you approached them, Jimin noticed you first and stopped to laugh and got serious, Jungkook looked over at Jimin, not getting what’s wrong. He turns his head in direction he’s looking and sees you.
You stop at their desk. Looking at Jungkook.
“Babe”
“Your “I can’t tonight” is this huh?” you laugh and shake your head walking away. Jungkook stood up and followed you, so did Jimin.

“Y/N please stop” he threw his cigarette away.
“No, leave me alone” you said, walking straight
“Y/N fucking stop” he grabs your arm tightly. You look up at him. He let’s slowly let’s go.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to curse in front of you.”
“You were lying whole damn time!” you push him lightly

Jimin stops near the door and lights up a cigarette, just waiting.

“Y/N I am sorry.”
“You’re even drunk. Is that what you do every night?” you asked
“We got some business that mattered done and we are celebrating” he smiled widely, his eyes being sparkly
“When will I matter like that fucking business?” you asked and Jungkook stared at you, not saying a word.
You slap him across his face and tear up, walking away.

Jimin watched the show, watched you leave. Jungkook turned round and walked towards him.
“Give me that” he spoke and took his cigarette
“Let’s get even fucking drunk” Jungkook added
“I think you shouldn’t let her go away” Jimin points, sliding one of his hands into his pocket
Jungkook looks down, inhales and turns his head, looking at the street where you walked down to.
He nods his head and hands the cigarette to Jimin and starts walking towards you.

You cried, even when you got back home. You threw all your stuff away, sitting down in the living room.
You hear knocks on your front door. You quickly wipe off the tears and walks towards the door, knowing Jungkook will be standing there.
You slowly open the door and look at his eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” he said
“You know couples fight, but they make up, just because love keeps them together” he looks down at you
“Love keeps them strong” he added
“I know I messed up, I was caught up in everything. Jimin now told me you shouldn’t let her go away like that. Kept telling me how beautiful girl you are and that I should go after you. So here I am. I know I made a mistake. I’m sorry” he kept talking and all you could is have a small smile on your face, you thought he really cares. He actually looks like it and his words sound true.
You put your hand on his neck and pull him down towards your face.
“It’s okay” you kiss his lips
“I’m sorry” he said between the kisses
“It’s okay.” You said gain and kissed him more



-05/20/2017-

Yes it was okay. Okay again. But it started to get worse. I knew the answer to my question.
No, he doesn’t love me anymore.
My eyes are tired from crying, my body and mind tired of trying. We fight a lot now. He doesn’t chase after me as he did the first time. Now he gets even more drunk, so he forgets.
In the morning he would visit me and say sorry, I, like a fool would fall for him over and over again and tell him sorry.
You know not every “Sorry” deserves an “It’s okay” in return. I learned that.

I saw this quote the other day. It says:
“ “just tired” she muttered
but you could tell it was not just a lack of sleep, but lack of hope and happiness that made her act the way she did”
I felt connected with it. He was my happiness, my everything. I started not get no sleep because of all the worries and just all the hoping for him to change.

I always thought if the hurt or sadness comes, so will the happiness. I know it will be hard for me to let go. All I ever wanted was him.

He was the shadow to my light. He fade away.




“Hey” he was sitting on the bench in the park. Park where two of you confessed love to each other.
It was a beautiful day. Beautiful day for a walk, for thinking, relaxing.
“Hey” you said and sat next to him.
“You told me you wanted to talk” Jungkook turns his head towards you, observing your face
“You know it’s been rough time. Between us.”
“Oh come on Y/N. We’re just fine”
“Fine you say? What about all the things you’re putting me through? I’d never do this to you.” You look at his eyes
“Y/N..-“ he tries to take your hands in his, but you move it away slowly.
“I’m in pain” you tear up

Jungkook stares at you, and quickly pulls you in a hug. His chin rests on your head. You could smell his perfume he always wears. You’ll miss it.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly
“I know you are.” You move away and wipe off the tears
“But I think perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other” you look at his one last time before leaving
He bit on his lip, holding it between his teeth. Looking down at his hands. You knew he’ll shed a tear. He cares about you.


-06/05/2017-

“It’s okay to still think about him. If he’s still all you can talk about, it’s okay. If you still can’t fall asleep because of the thought of him on your mind, it’s okay. It’s okay, because all of these things will slowly fade. It’s okay, because one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re over him. You won’t forget him, but you will see that being without him will make you a little less sad every day. So don’t give up and believe in yourself, because it will all be okay in the end.”

I smiled and learned that is okay. That truly is okay.
Maybe Jungkook and I just fell in love at the wrong time. Wrong place.
If I could send Jungkook a letter. There would be three words and his favorite line he loved to say.
“Don’t forget me.
Until the flowers bloom again,
please stay there a little longer”

Before I stop writing in this notebook of mine. Where I will let all the memories stay and be.
You need to learn to let go of everything that doesn’t want to stay.