god damn it rain

Negan Imagine ~ Stormy Times

After the reader loses her last family member she refuses to leave the grave and Negan decides to stay by her side

Requested as a prompt:
“Did you even sleep last night?” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”


Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

You saw the clouds above you becoming darker, the rumbling of the upcoming storm becoming louder while you stared at your brothers grave. 

One day was it now.
One day since you lost your last family member.
One day since you had seen him die on a run. 

And one day since you had barely moved from the place where they had buried him. 
You tried to suppress the pictures that tried to find their way into your mind.

All the pictures of how the walker ripped your brothers neck open, of the blood that shot out of the wound while your beloved brother sunk screaming to his knees, of the last time you looked into his eyes before he died and of the moment you had to dig your knife into his skull.

All you felt was emptiness in your body and a horrible pressure on your ribcage that didnt want to allow you to breath freely.


You suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind you coming closer that ripped you away from the pictures, but you didn’t turn around. 

You knew it was him.

He was checking often on you since you sat there, but you had never heard him coming as close as now.
There was definitely something between you and him for some time now, even when you didn’t really know what it was.

He knew what you thought about his methods, about his “wives” and still he seemed to somehow care about you more than about anybody else.

“You should come in Sweetheart, it’s gonna rain damn soon”, you heard his deep voice say.

You swallowed but didn’t respond, you just kept staring at the grave. 

You heard Negan scoff stressed before you heard the footsteps coming even closer.

“You can’t sit here for fucking ever”, you heard his voice adding.

“You’re underestimating me”, you muttered while you didn’t look back to him.

You felt definitely something for him, even if you had tried to suppress it long enough and you knew that if you would look at him now, would see into his eyes, that it would break out of you. 

You couldnt cry yet, the shock of having to see how the walker ripped your brothers neck open stuck in your bones and didnt let you cry.

And you didnt know if you even wanted to.

The shock protected you from the horrible pain that would fill your body up once the first tear would roll down your cheeks.

You werent ready for that and you knew that Negan’s glance, his touch or anything else would let that facade fall apart.

On one side you wanted him to go due to that fear, on the other one you felt the feeling inside you that you just wanted to be hugged.

You saw from the corner of your eyes how he walked next to you but didn’t sit down yet. 

“Did you even sleep last night?”, you heard him ask swallowing. 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead as well”, you just muttered in response. 

“Don’t fucking ever say that again”, you heard him say before he sat down next to you.

It was the first time you looked into another direction than the grave as you turned a little surprised to him but didnt look directly into his eyes. 

“Listen you’re not gonna fucking die. Not gonna let that happen”, he said while you swallowed before looking back to the grave. 

You felt how his glance was laying on your face as he sighed.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Just wanted you to know”, he said stroking over his beard and looking at you while you nodded slowly.

The sky grumbled while you felt how the first raindrops fell onto you
.
You saw from the corner of your eyes how Negan looked up to the sky but then back to you. 

“God fucking damn it…”, you heard him mumble while the rain began to intensify. 

You didn’t care about the rain becoming stronger and the rumble of the closer coming thunder more menacing, all you cared about was your dead brother and the wish he would come back while you knew the painful truth.

You felt how Negan put a hand onto your back and with that, he broke the small glas spheric the shock had build around you.

You felt your chest trembling, a mix of cold and heat streaming through your body before you felt how the very first tear rolled down your cheek. 

”Fuck, Sweetheart”, you heard Negan sigh before you felt how he pulled you close to him and slung his arms around you.

With the moment you felt his warmth it broke completely out of you, you gasped for air while the tears began rolling down your face and the pain you had feared that much conquered your body and took it completely over.

You dug your face into his shirt while you sunk into his arms and felt how he laid his head on yours.

His hand run up and down your back, stroking soothing over it while he pulled deeper into his embrace as you sobbed trembling into his shirt.

“Its okay…”, you heard him mumble into your hair before he placed a kiss onto your head.
While the rain got heavier you began to tremble more while your head pounded even stronger.
It mixed with the horrific pictures that finally made their way into your head.
The blood that had streamed over his body and your hands while you had tried to stop it and which you still couldn’t entirely remove from your skin.
The bashed head of the walker you had killed directly after your brother had sunken to his knees.
The last twitching of your brothers body in your arms before he was gone entirely.

“He’s never coming back…”, you whimpered into his chest while you still trembled and as you felt how the rain that became slowly heavier turned your clothes wet.

You heard Negan whispering soothing words into your hair, stroking with his thumb over your cheek while your pounding head didn’t really let you hear his words.

You and your brother had sworn to do everything to protect each other and you had done everything to full fill that until that one day you werent able too.
And you still felt guilty for it.
All you wanted was to turn back time and save him.
“I’m alone…”, you sobbed while your voice cracked.

“You’re not fucking alone, you got me”, you heard him say while his words brought a little warmth back into your cold body.

You stayed for a while like that, deep sunken into his arms while the rain pelted down on you.
After some time you felt how he lifted you slowly up, pressed your rain and tears soaked body closer to himself and began to walk.
Even if you had earlier refused to leave his grave due to the feeling that it seemed like the only way to you to be at least a bit close to him, you let Negan carry you away from it.
While he walked through the rain you laid your head onto his shoulder, nuzzling it into the curve of his neck. 


After some moments you felt how with one second the rain stopped pouring on your body.

You were inside.

Your still quiet whimper sounded through the hallways, as well as Negans heavy footsteps while he made his way through the sanctuary.
“Boss, we-”, you suddenly heard a mans voice begin but was interupted by Negan.
“Not fucking now, Simon”, Negan growled while he kept walking.

After some time you suddenly heard how a door opened.
You slowly raised your head a little bit and found yourself in Negans room.
But you didnt stay there, Negan carried you further into his bathroom.

He let you softly down on the ground of the shower before he backed away to look at you while you looked a bit asking at him. 

“You’ll catch a damn cold otherwise”, you heard him mumble as response to your glance.

“Can I…?”, he asked as he pointed to your soaked clothes before you nodded slowly. 

You didn’t care if he saw you naked right now.

To be honest, you cared about as good as nothing right now.

Negan began to slowly and carefully slip the wet clothes from your body while you kept looking at him. 

The rain had let a few hair strands detach from their normal gelled back shape so that they now hung wet and loose into his face.

His eyes were concentrated on you but not in some lewd way like you had always expected him to look at a naked body, it was more concerned, more focused on what seemed to be more important to him than anything sexual right now. 

Your well being. 

You saw how he removed the last piece of clothing from your body, stroke some hairstrands out of your face before he grabbed the shower head and began to carefully pour warm water over your body.

“Is it alright that way?”, you heard Negan say after some moments. 

You nodded slowly before some small smile flashed over his face.

For the next moments he stayed silent, just focusing on your body until he raised his voice again.
”Just that you know,.. I meant what I said outside, you got me. Always”, he said while not just the warm water turned your body warm again.
”Thank you”, you breathed while you looked at him and he slightly smiling got to your hands.
He washed the last bit of blood from your hands while they almost vanished in his big ones and then carefully continued with the rest of your body.

“Never imagined seeing you the first time naked like that”, he said with a small smirk on his lips while he quietly laughed to himself and brought a small grin up to your lips.

You saw how he smirked to successfully cheering you up a little bit for a moment while he kept going.

Negan turned the water off and grabbed a towel to carefully dry your body and your hair while his glance went in-between to your face, checking if you were mostly alright.


After you were ready, he stood up and left you for a few seconds before he came back with his big bathrobe and pulled you carefully up before he put the white bathrobe onto your body.

Noticing that you were still not stable on your feet he suddenly lifted you up again and carried you over to his big bed.
Negan laid you carefully onto the bed and pulled the dark blanket over your body while his glance checked on you before he went over to the wardrobe.
You looked out of the window where the storm raged outside before you looked over to Negan again.

He pulled his wet clothes from his body while you felt how a small blush creeped up your cheeks as you heard him chuckle.

Negan smirked slightly at you while he chuckled to himself before he pulled a shirt over his torso and walked back to you.

He slipped to you under the blankets, shifted next to you and pulled you back into his arms.

The storm shook on the windows of his room, the rain drummed against them while Negans fingers run softly up and down your arm while his lips rested on your temple.
You had already seen him softer in your presence, but never as soft and as caring as now and you enjoyed it to the fullest.
His warmth, his scent, everything of him let the pain wash slowly out of your body.
The grief was still there and you knew it would rest there for a whole while but Negan made it way more bearable.
“Everything’s gonna fucking work out, Sweetheart. I promise”, you heard Negan mumble against your skin.
You cuddled closer to him while you felt how his lips formed a smile against your temple and while you knew that you would do everything to keep on fighting you could finally and peacefully doze off in Negan’s arms. 


@myrabbitholetoneverland  @dasani-saraai

so you know how we’ve all been considering a scene where rey just prances around in the rain like a giddy little kid when it starts pouring on ach-to but here’s another one for you - 

rey just never gets tired of it raining on this god damn island, like it rains and she just drops everything and starts doing cartwheels and running around and some shit

but then kylo comes along to the island and it’s all like really fucking tense, but like in reality he means no harm and he’s just hiding from the first order because fuck that shit

and they have that force bond too right

so he probably came to the island thinking that whatever rey’s been doing in the rain is like just some kind of miscommunication - she’s just happy about rain, maybe she like wants to spin in circles for fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t actually do it

right????

but then it starts pouring for like the third time that day and kylo finally finds where luke and rey have been training

and out of the blue rey just fucking sprints to the nearest patch of empty grass and just starts rolling in it or something

and kylo’s just watching it like “are you fucking kidding me

this is the one i’m accused of having compassion for

this is the girl that nearly fuckign killed me

what the fuck”

but he still just stands there and watches and then he just fucking smiles

like he hasn’t smiled at all before

but he sees this to-be powerful force user fucking around in the pouring rain and he just can’t help but smile.

Summer Storm - Chapter 4 When It Pours

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Lots of background in this chapter, cause what else do you do when it storms ;)


It didn’t go quite as Betty planned.  She wanted to get to know Jughead better but he was having none of it.  In fact he barely said a word for three days, staying mostly in his room or in the barn with his bike.  She was getting frustrated with his scowls and one word answers and responses to everything and she honestly felt like slapping him.  She got that he was upset about his bike, but for God’s sake, he could be more civil.

By the forth morning, she decided she no longer cared.  He came to the kitchen for breakfast and she put his plate in front of him and left the room.  She decided he didn’t deserve her company and headed to the pasture to look in on her horses.  



Jughead sat at the table in surprise.  He had caught a glimpse of the anger in Betty’s face as she dropped his plate in front of him and was taken aback when she walked out of the room.  He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shit,” he muttered, feeling pissed off at himself.  He knew he had hurt her.  He had done his best to push her away the last three days, knowing that she was trying to get closer, get to know him and he had been determined to not allow it and he should feel happy now that she finally understood but he felt like a fucking asshole.  She didn’t understand why he was doing it and he didn’t want her to understand.  She was getting under his skin, and not in an annoying way.  

Jughead steeled himself against the remorse he felt rising to the surface, God he didn’t want to hurt her, but he was leaving soon.  He wasn’t about to take advantage of her only to fuck off at first opportunity.  She deserved more than that.  

He pushed his food away, no longer hungry and went outside on the porch.  He leaned against the post by the steps and lit a cigarette and watched her.  She was out in the pasture, and appeared to be talking to her horses.  He could only imagine how she must be cussing him out.  He glanced up at the sky and noticed it looked like it was going to rain.  He used to love the rain, now it made him anxious, since the last rain had almost killed him.  He headed over to the barn to see what else he could do on his bike before the parts came.  One at least should be showing up today or the next.

When the rain started, he did his best to ignore it’s thundering on the roof and kept working.  It was Betty’s anxious call that made him jump up and race for the door.

“Jughead!” she was calling him from the pasture where she was trying to wrangle her horses.  He was surprised when he pulled the barn door open that the rain had turned into a full-fledged, wind howling storm.  He hopped the fence and hurried over to her, thanking the heavens that his ankle was feeling a lot better.  She had one horse and handed him the bridle rope and pointed to the side door of the barn.  

“Get her inside and into a stall.  The door to the stalls just click shut behind you, so you don’t have to fiddle with them.“  He did as she asked and by the time he got back out, she had another one ready.  It took a while but they managed to get all 4 horses safe in the barn.  The sheep had gone in on their own, less spooked by the lightening and thunder than the horses had been.  

“God damn this storm,” he exclaimed as they secured the door.  

“They come fast and furious around here,” she panted, a little out of breathe.  She was soaked through and so was he and he walked outside with her, ready to make a run for the house.  They got to the porch when she stopped abruptly and started looking around.  

“Where is Max?” she asked worriedly.  “He’s usually here, asking to come inside when  a storm hits.”

“Is there anywhere he likes to go, or runs to hide?” Jughead asked, squinting into the rain.

“No, he always comes here,” Betty cried out, stepping off the porch.  The wind damn near blew her over and Jughead pulled her back.  

“Get inside, I’ll go look,” he yelled through the noise of the storm.  She shook her head frantically.  

“No, you don’t know the farm like I do,” she insisted but he wasn’t deterred.

“Get inside, I’ll find him, I promise.”  She finally relented and he headed out into the rain.



Betty paced the living room.  The rain was coming sideways now and standing on the porch didn’t help and got her just as soaked as if she didn’t have a roof over her.  Jughead had been gone for almost half an hour and she was frantic.  The storm clouds had darkened the sky to almost the color of night and she couldn’t see a damn thing through the rain.  

God, what if he got hurt, or his ankle sprained again.  She shouldn’t have let him go.  Surely Max had just found a place to hunker down.  Another ten minutes went by and she was about to head out to look for him when she heard the dog bark.  The door suddenly flew open and Jughead came in, carrying the dog.  He barely managed to set him down when Betty threw herself at him, her arms pulling him close.  

“Hey,” he murmured in surprise, as his arms came around her and he hugged her back realizing that she was crying.  “I’m ok, it’s ok.  His foot was caught on the fence, he couldn’t free himself.”  She nodded her understanding and cried against his neck.  

Jughead held her close, savoring the feel of her in his arms.  He didn’t want to let go.  Ever. But they were both soaking wet and he knew if they didn’t get dry soon, they would both get sick and he slowly stepped back, keeping his hands on her hips until she steadied herself.  She took several breaths and wiped her face, her green eyes shimmering with tears.  Damn, he wanted to kiss her so bad he could almost taste it.  He decided if she took even a half step toward him, he was going to throw all his good intentions out the window.

She took a step back and he almost groaned in disappointment.  They were freezing though and they had to get out of these clothes.  He tried not to picture peeling the wet fabric off of her and he clenched his fists and swallowed.  Betty crouched down and hugged Max and he licked her face.  His foot seemed ok and he hobbled over to the fireplace and gave her a look as if asking her to start one.  She was shivering as she went over and started piling wood in the fireplace.

“Let me do that,” Jughead said quietly, pulling her to her feet.  “Go take a hot shower and get some dry clothes on.  This storm looks like it’s going to go for a while.”  She swallowed and nodded and left the room.

He got a fire going and headed to his room to get some dry clothes and take a shower.  He had literally never been so cold in his life.  That rain was like ice.  It was odd feeling hot and cold at the same time, cause since the moment Betty had thrown herself into his arms, he felt like he was on fire and now he wondered if his shivers really were from the cold.  He showered quickly and got dressed in his usual jeans and tshirt, pulling a flannel shirt on for extra warmth and stood looking in the mirror.  He needed to get a hold of himself before he went back out there or he was liable to just throw all caution to the wind and grab her and do dirty things with her.

By the time Betty got back downstairs, Jughead had a hot cup of tea waiting for her.  She murmured a soft ‘thank you’ and curled into the corner of the couch and held the mug in both hands, letting the hot liquid warm her face.  He rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache start and gritted his teeth against it.  

“Your head hurting?” she asked, watching him.

“Yeah…” he muttered, sighing loudly.  “Where are the pills?”  He didn’t tell her that his ankle felt like it was on fire, having stumbled a few times out in the storm trying to find the dog.  

“Oh,” she said, uncurling herself to get up.  “I brought them upstairs by accident, I think I left them in my bathroom.”

“Don’t get up, I can get them,” he said getting up, then he paused, looking a little sheepish.  “Sorry, I guess you probably don’t want me going upstairs.”

“No, it’s fine.  Third door on the left.”  Jughead headed upstairs and was surprised to see there were at least five rooms.  This place was huge for only one person.  He opened the door she had indicated and found a spacious bathroom that was so ‘Betty’ he had to smile.  If he had ever seen a bathroom that was happy and bright, this was it.  There was another door that led into a bedroom from the bathroom and he glanced in, realizing it was her bedroom.  It looked much like the bathroom.  Bright and pretty.  His eyes focused on the large bed, the rumpled sheets that she hadn’t bother to straighten and he felt his gut clench.  He imagined them on it, naked, wrapped around each other.  He sighed and focused on the bathroom, looking around for the pills.  

He didn’t see them on any surface and opened the medicine cabinet.  As he did, a package fell out.  He picked it up and noticed it was birth control.  He just stared at it awhile and then, feeling very much like a fucking creep, opened it and pulled out the contents.  The dates lined up, she was taking it regularly.    He figured that was a good thing, since he didn’t have any condoms.  

“For fucks sake, Jughead,” he muttered, and practically threw the package back in the cabinet, slamming the door shut.  He sighed and scanned around again, and then he noticed the pill bottle lying on the floor.  He picked it up and quickly went back down stairs.  He took one and sat back down on the couch, trying not to look at her.  



Betty sipped her tea and stared at the fire.  She was finally feeling warm and she snuck a look at Jughead.  He was back to scowling and she sighed.  It was going to be a long afternoon if he just sat there looking angry.

“I’m sorry.”  His sudden apology was so startling, she almost dropped her tea.  She stared at him in confusion.

“Why?”

“For being an asshole the last few days.  I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said quietly.  

“Why were you being an asshole,” she asked, studying his face.  He looked at her and sighed.

“I’m just feeling out of sorts.  My bike, having to wait, my head and ankle keep hurting, being here with….” His voice trailed off and he turned to look at the fire.

“Being here with me…..” she finished for him, lowering her eyes.

“No, that’s not what I meant.  Well it is, but it’s not…..” he sighed, clearly frustrated.

“You’re extremely confusing,” she said with a small smile.

“Look, I’m just sorry, ok?  I shouldn’t have been such an asshole and I promise to not do that again.”

“Well that’s good,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound too happy.  They sat in silence a while and she could feel him studying her.

“So, how old are you? Exactly?” he asked after a while.

“I’m 24.  Some days I feel like I’m 50,” she said with a laugh.  

“How long were you married?”  She bit her lip, not really wanting to talk about her life but since she knew she would probably invade his privacy with questions as well, she decided to answer him.

“Almost 4 years,” she admitted.  He seemed shocked.

“Seriously?”

“Yup,” she said with a harsh laugh.  “Got married out of high school at the lovely age of 18 and got abandoned just before I turned 23.”

“Why did you get married so young?” he asked curiously.

“It’s just what people do around here,” she said with a shrug.  “If you were one of the lucky ones to actually have a boyfriend when graduating school, you got married.  There really is not much else to do.”

“You got married cause there was nothing else to do?” he asked, sounding incredulous.

“Sounds stupid, doesn’t it.  But honestly, that’s just how it is here.  People leave school and either move immediately and never return or they settle down and start a family.  There is nothing here to pursue, other than that and it’s just what people do.”

“Why didn’t you leave?  You could be an author anywhere.”

“I didn’t have the means to.  My family wasn’t very well off and there was Paul….” She trailed off.  

“Was he it?  There was no other guys around? He doesn’t sound like he was much of a catch,” Jughead said with a laugh.

“I had a boyfriend before him, he was ok, but I didn’t realize he was such a pig until he dumped me 10 minutes after he took my virginity,” Betty said, flushing at the admission.

“Why the hell did he do that?”

“He said it was like having sex with dead fish,” Betty said, feeling mortified that she even dared to tell Jughead that.

“Did he fuck a lot of dead fish then?” Jughead asked with a raised eyebrow.  Betty stared at him.  “Well how the fuck else would he know what having sex with a dead fish was like?”  She burst into laughter.

“Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t be surprised,” she said when she caught her breath.

“Let me guess, he had been around the block with other chicks and he just expected you to know what you were doing your first time?”

“Something like that,” Betty said, feeling ridiculous.

“Well he was a fucking idiot,” Jughead said, his voice sounding angry.

“Yeah, it seemed that’s the kind I attracted when I was younger.”

“I hope your husband at least had more sense in that area.”  Betty shrugged and didn’t answer.  Jughead studied her.  It was becoming very clear to him that she was extremely inexperienced in what good sex actually was.  He had no idea who these idiots were, but you only had to watch her for a bit and you could see the fire in her.  A wildness that was just waiting to be unleashed.  He suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to be the one to coax it out of her.

“Was the marriage any good?  Sounds like you didn’t get married for a very good reason to begin with, so I can’t imagine it was enjoyable,” Jughead asked bluntly.  She flushed and stared at the fire.

“It was ok at first.  I wasn’t exactly super happy but I wasn’t sad either.  He was nice, at first.”

“What do you mean, at first?”

“You know, young, carefree, had zeal for life that was kind of infectious.  We bought this place for a steal.  The previous owner had declared bankruptcy and the bank just wanted what they were owed.  He had plans to turn it into a big ranch but quickly found out that it takes money to do that and soon we were swimming in debt.  He worked the farm and down at the local lumber mill but we were kind of drowning in it.  He was angry all the time in the last two years and I learned to stay out of his way if I didn’t want to feel his back hand across my face.”

“What?”  Jughead said the word so quietly, she thought she misheard him.  She looked at him and was surprised by the fury she saw in his face.  She swallowed and didn’t say anything.

“He hit you?”  She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees.

“Sometimes, when I pushed his buttons, which I have to admit, I did on purpose, I just didn’t duck fast enough.”

“Jesus Betty,” Jughead muttered, looking angry and sad at the same time.  “I swear if I ever see this guy, I’m going to punch that mother fucker in the face.”  She smiled at the idea.

“I’d pay to see that.”

“You don’t think it’s your fault that he hit you, do you?” Jughead seemed appalled at the idea.  Betty shrugged.

“He hurt me a lot, mentally, the only way I could really fight back was to tell him how useless he was.  I knew he would swing at me, and I did get out of the way most of the time, sometimes I just wasn’t fast enough.”

“That’s still not an excuse….”

“I know,” she said sadly.  “I don’t blame myself, but I didn’t help myself in the situation either.  I could have left.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Honestly?  I had nowhere to go.  My parents died in a car wreck when I was 20 and we were so in debt, I didn’t have 2 cents for rub together.  I was too embarrassed to ask anyone for help.  When he left, and he didn’t come back the first evening, I feel ashamed to say it, but I was hoping a state trooper would show up and tell me he was dead.  I know that sounds awful, but I just wanted so badly for him to not be around anymore, I was even morbidly wishing he died.  As the days wore on, and I realized he had abandoned me, I can’t even tell you how elated I was.  Then I got his letter and divorce papers and he had lovingly, before he left, gone to the bank and signed the farm over to me, leaving me thousands in debt,”  Betty laughed at that.  Jughead looked furious.  

“This guy is about the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever heard of,” he said, his voice clipped and hard.

“Yeah.  At first I didn’t know what to do and then I remembered my books and I had always thought I was a good writer.  My teacher in high school had called it exceptional and it was literally the only thing I could think to do.  I sent them off and prayed someone would want to publish so I wouldn’t lose everything.  Someone did and I was able to pay off all the debt and I still thank God every day that Paul hadn’t realized the potential money my writing could have made, he would have never left and I wouldn’t have had the nerve to, I don’t think.”  Betty grew quiet after that and felt more exposed than she had ever felt.  She had literally just bared her soul to Jughead and she felt a little foolish.  She didn’t want his pity, she had just wanted him to know her.  

“Is Cooper your married name?”

“No, hell no!  I didn’t want his name attached to anything I wrote.  I changed it back to my maiden name, the day I signed the divorce papers.”  She watched him and he still looked angry as he stared into the fire.  She had a secret wish that somehow, somewhere he did meet up with Paul, because she so wanted him to get punched in the face.  She gathered a bit of courage and got up, and walked over to his couch and sat beside him.  He looked at her, his face expressionless and didn’t move a muscle.  

“Your turn,” she said with a smile.  “I demand a small Jughead tidbit.”

“You demand?” he asked, a smile twitching on his lips.

“Yup.  You now know more about me than I think anyone on the planet, and I deserve a little something,” she said with a smile.

“Alright,” he agreed and pulled up his shirt to show his side.  ‘JONES’ was inked down the length in large letters.  “My last name.”

“Jughead Jones,” Betty said the name slowly, liking the way it rolled off her tongue.  She tried not to stare at his exposed abs and quickly looked at his face.  That didn’t help her sudden breathlessness.  The man was gorgeous and his blue eyes were mesmerizing.

“Tell me about your snake tattoo,” she said quickly.  Before she thought better of it, she reached out and touched the tail of it where it coiled around his wrist.  His skin was warm and she decided to leave her fingers there.

“I ran with a gang called The Serpents.  Part of initiation was to get a snake tattoo that was at least a foot long.  I, of course, at the time had an ego the size of New York and went for the biggest baddest tattoo I could find,” he said laughing.  

“It’s remarkable,” she said.  “I’ve never seen anything so elaborate.  What about the sword.  What language is inscribed on it and what does it mean?”

“It’s latin, ‘Absit iniuria’, it means ‘let injury be absent’.  I got it as a non physical way of protecting myself.  Sounds odd but it made me feel safer.  Kinda warding off injury, either from words, or physical actions.”

“Did it work?” Betty asked.

“For the most part.  Still got into physical fights that could hurt a lot,” he said laughing.  He turned his arm over where her hand was resting and her fingers ended up in his palm.  He pointed to initials on his wrist, just above the snake.  

“JB…” she said slowly.

“My sister, Jellybean.”  Betty stared at him.

“Your sister is named Jellybean?”

“Nickname,” he said with a laugh.

“God, your parents must have given you two some awful names.  You sure you don’t want to share your real name? I may just die of curiousity.”

“They did, and no, I’m not telling you my real name,” Jughead laughed.  His previous explanation hung in the air between them.  ‘Only people I love know that.’  Betty swallowed and concentrated on breathing when his fingers closed over hers.  Not entwining with them, but holding them lightly in his hand.

“Why did you join the gang?” she asked, settling back close to him.  Their shoulders brushed and he moved his hand again, this time letting her fingers fall between his.  He didn’t close his hand and they just kinda sat there, almost holding hands, but not quite.  She sat still, not allowing her arm to so much as twitch.

“It was my father’s gang.  Was pretty much expected of me and I fell into it naturally.  It’s really all I’d ever known.  I grew up around those guys and they were family.  My sister, thankfully, got herself out of there as soon as she turned 18 and she went to college and got herself a good job.  She found herself a good man and is settled down in Jersey.”

“You said you had been with them for 8 years, meaning for the last year you’ve been absent from the gang.  Why did you leave?”

“My father died in a bar fight when I was 22.  The responsibility fell on me to lead and I did.  I actually for a while tried to make the gang go legit,” Jughead said laughing.  “We had 3 motorcycle shops, fixing and selling bikes and I figured it was a good way to go and we didn’t need to do all the illegal shit we did when my dad ran things.”

“Like what?”

“Stealing and chopping cars.  Selling pot to stoners.  Shit like that.  I managed to stay out of jail but it was like a revolving door for most of my guys.  In and out so many times we lost count.  I thought it was working and a couple years ago I realized that half my gang was running guns behind my back and selling more than just pot to kids.  I was furious, especially about the gun running and I confronted them and of course, it was half the gang against me and shit started going bad at that point.  Two of the guys ended up killing a rival gang member and of course they came after me.  I got jumped one night and they would have killed me if my guys hadn’t shown up.  I was furious and told the guys if they didn’t stop with the guns and drugs, I was gone.  I thought that was enough of a pull because of who my father had been, but turns out, they didn’t give a fuck,” Jughead stopped and laughed.  “I had known most of those guys my whole life and realized they didn’t give two shits about me.”  Betty curled her fingers and squeezed his hand, hearing the anger in his voice.  He squeezed back and she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest.

“So you left?” she asked.

“A couple of the guys were loyal and we talked and they decided if I was leaving, so were they.  At that point though, I didn’t want any of it anymore.  I didn’t want to be around it or them and they understood.  I handed over control to the only one I trusted and hoped he wouldn’t turn it all to shit, even though it basically already was.  I packed up the stuff that mattered to me and headed out a few days later, and I’ve basically been riding around the country ever since.”

“Is anyone after you? Is that why you have the gun?” she asked quietly.

“Nobody is seriously after me.  I don’t think.  I think they were happy I was leaving.  The rival gang though, last I heard when I checked in, they were still looking for me, no matter what is being told to them, not actively looking but on the lookout.  My guys killed one of theirs and according to them, I’m the one who needs to pay.  So, I guess I do have it in case they somehow find me. I’ve just always had the gun, ever since I was old enough to own one.  I wasn’t exactly in a safe business and have been jumped more than once in my life.  I’ve never used it and yes, I do own it legally,” he added with a smile.

“When you first got here, you seemed in a real hurry to leave, you think they would find you here?”

“Probably not, but I’ve learned in my life to never settle too long and to always look over my shoulder.”

“That’s a really shitty way to live,” she murmured.

“Yeah, it is.”  She turned her head and met his gaze.  His thumb was stroking her fingers and she forgot to breathe a little bit.  His eyes darkened and dropped to her mouth.  Betty didn’t move, waiting to see what he would do.



Jughead felt his heart hammering in his chest as he watched her mouth.  He had to lean in only a couple inches and he’d be able to taste her lips.  She was waiting for him to do it, that much was obvious.  Her fingers squeezed his hand and it took a tremendous amount of effort to not pull her closer.  He had been painfully aware of her fingers since the moment she touched him and had purposely let it move to entwined fingers.  He just wanted to touch her in some way and he took the opportunity.  Her bright eyes and hitched breath were damn near killing him and he needed to get a hold of himself before he grabbed her and scared the life right out of her.

“Do you have any movies to watch?” he asked quickly, pulling away from her.  Betty blinked in surprise and looked down at her now empty hand.  She swallowed and curled her fingers in embarrassment and sat up straight.  

“Ummm….yeah, a few, in the drawer there.”  Jughead went over and started going through them.  He didn’t even pay attention to what he was picking, he was just trying to not think about ripping Betty’s clothes off.  He handed her the movie and she sighed and went to put it in.  Jughead was surprised when she came back to where he was sitting on the couch and flopped down right next to him and leaned into his side.  She grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulder and leaned against him.

“Betty….” The frustration evident in his voice.

“I like to cuddle when watching a movie, and you wanted to watch a movie, so shut up and cuddle me!” she snapped.  He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so turned on.  She sounded down right pissed at him.

“So how the hell did you manage to watch movies over the last year?” he asked, sounding rather disgruntled.

“I just called one of my man whores,” she replied flatly.  He tilted his head to look at her and saw the smile playing on her lips.  He sighed and tucked her closer and relaxed to watch the movie.  

After two hours, he couldn’t have told anyone what the movie was about to save his life.  She had sank further and further into his side and she was dam near in his fucking lap.  Her hand held his and her constant playing with his fingers was driving him up the wall.  When the credits finally rolled, he stood so quickly, she almost fell over and he walked into the kitchen.  She followed him and started going through the fridge for something to eat.  He just stood by the counter and watched her.  She brought out several fruits and one looked completely foreign to him.  

“What is that?” he asked.

“A dragon fruit, you ever had one?” she came closer and stood in front of him.

“No, can’t say I’ve ever tasted that,” Jughead said warily.  She licked her lips and he gritted his teeth.  He knew what she was doing, but he didn’t think she knew what it was she was going to get.

“It doesn’t taste like much really.  I don’t know why I buy them cause it’s not really something I want to eat.  I think I just like how it looks.”  He nodded, not really hearing what she was saying.  A loud bang of thunder shook the house and she jumped a little, but her eyes never left his.  They dropped to his mouth and he went still.

“Have you ever wanted to taste something so bad, but you were too terrified to do it because you know it won’t always be around and you might become addicted to it?”  She couldn’t have shocked him more if she tried.

“Jesus Christ, Betty!” Jughead exclaimed, his whole body aroused at her question.  Before he could even take a breath, she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his.  He groaned against her mouth as her entire body pressed against him.  When he felt her tongue against his lips he wrenched his mouth away and took several steps back.  She gasped, and lifted her hand to her mouth, touching her lips.  Then to his shock, tears sprang to her eyes.

“Well for god’s sake,” she sputtered.  “Am I that fucking repulsive?”  

“Wha….what?” he stammered in shock.

“I know my first boyfriend thought I was a fucking fish, and my husband didn’t care much for me after the first couple years, but Jesus, I thought it was just cause they were assholes.  You clearly don’t want me either, so I guess I’m either terrible at turning men on, or I’m repulsive.”  She fumed.  “So just tell me already so I can stop making a fucking fool of myself and not throw myself at you anymore.”  Her fists were clenched and a tear spilled down her cheek.

“Betty, that’s not…..” Jughead was so shocked by her outburst he could barely speak.  “You think I don’t want you?” he choked out, his voice sounding strangled.

“It’s very clear that you don’t.  You practically run from me and pull away every time I touch you.  Don’t think I didn’t notice how stiff you were the entire movie.”

“I’m trying to keep from doing something stupid,” he yelled at her.  He didn’t mean to, but she was making him crazy.  She had only to look down and she would see just how turned on he was.  She shook her head, not understanding.

“Betty, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire fucking life and that’s the god honest truth.”  She blinked at him and shook her head again.

“No you don’t,” she whispered hoarsely.  

“Yes, I do and for the last week it’s taken more energy than I have to spare to stay away from you.  You can’t even imagine the things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice laced with lust.  She swallowed and stepped closer.  He stepped back.

“Tell me,” she whispered.

“Betty…”

“Tell me,” she insisted.  Jughead stared at her.  Wild and innocent all at the same time.  Her green eyes filled with need and he decided to give her what she wanted.  Using every erotic, dirty and filthy word he could think of, he told her in explicit detail exactly what he wanted to do to her.  He barely got into his description and her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.  She looked mortified, especially when he mentioned all the ways he wanted to make her orgasm.  Her hands clenched when he started talking about his fingers and mouth and then he decided to add what he wanted her to do with her fingers and mouth and she froze.  He stopped abruptly when her eyes raked down his body.  Her face looked glazed and she stepped closer.

“Fuck Betty, stop!” he said, his jaw clenched and she lifted her eyes to his.  The look of desire in them shook him.  “Go to your room,” he said, his voice low, almost dangerous.

“What?” she gasped.

“Go the fuck to your room!” he yelled.  He knew he had no right to yell at her in her own home but he was about to bend her over the fucking table.  She looked furious and tears sprang to her eyes again and she turned and ran from the room.  Jughead stormed to his room and slammed the door.  He lasted exactly 20 minutes.  Before he knew what he was doing, he was throwing open the door to her bedroom and fuck if she wasn’t standing there in lace panties and a tiny tank top.  She gasped and stared at him.  He took a step toward her.

“I’m leaving when my bike is done!” he said firmly, needing her to understand.  

“I know,” she said, her voice quivering, her eyes on his mouth.  

“I’m leaving Betty and I won’t ever be back!”  He stepped toward her, already knowing he lost the battle.

“I know Juggie,” she whispered.  His mouth came down her hers and she wrapped all around him.

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Sexy times ahead ;)

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A Farewell to Vanessa Bayer - Favorite Recurring Weekend Update Character

Meteorologist Dawn Lazarus, who was so awkward on Update she could barely communicate her forecast to the audience.

“Well in the west coast that’s no surprise, sun is always a wow. But hey, if it’s north are you, that’s looking a lot of bit in overcast. But hopefully no god damn rain. And that’s the cast for ya!”

Make The Most Of It - Trent Seven (Part Two of ‘Not Another Happy Ending’)

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING! Little bit of angst and then MAJOR FLUFF! Y'all know I don’t write smut but it’s kinda implied, I guess. I hope it’s not too short.

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‘Knock, knock!’ Matt exclaimed, waltzing into the room at the back of the church where she waited. Nick followed his brother, hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.

‘You ready to do this, dear sister? It’s never too late to change your mind.’ Y/N shook her head, standing up and linking arms with the younger man. The heels on her feet killed, the dress was tacky and the veil was itchy but she put on a smile anyway. Her mother was happy, her father was happy, everybody was happy…Almost everybody.

She practically had to beg her father to let the Bucks walk her down the aisle, she nearly resorted to refusing if he didn’t allow it as they had been there through so much heartache and picked her back up again so it seemed right for them to be the ones to give her away. Pete, Tyler, Mark and Adam were all invited, of course. The music of the organ signalled the trio to start walking. All of those eyes on her, waiting for her to reach the man waiting at the end of the aisle. He was there, clad in a suit and tie and ready to marry her.

But he wasn’t Trent.

‘Matt, Nick,’ The brothers both looked at their ‘sister’, ‘Let me go. I can’t do this, tell him I said thank you. He’ll understand why.’

It wasn’t that he was a bad guy, he was lovely but he wasn’t the man she wanted to be with. Trent had always had a hold of her heart, even if he had to go away for a while. Two people who were just so right for one another, forming a bond that not many people seem to understand. She missed him, his touch and his kiss. She missed the words he would whisper to help her sleep after a particularly rough day, his arms wrapping around her waist when she would make tea and the awful, awful dancing to silly love songs on the radio. Leaving him became her biggest regret. His apologies were, at the time, meaningless. All she wanted was to spend her life with the man from Moustache Mountain, protecting one another from any storm that they may face…and she still left him.


Walking away from him was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do; the look of pure anguish and pain evident on her now former lover’s face. A few weeks later, her mother introduced her to Ashley, a mechanic whose mother worked with hers. He also happened to be coming out of a nasty breakup but of much worse circumstances. Ashley was bisexual and the parents of his ex-boyfriend, as well as his father, were extremely homophobic, the result of their prejudice being the arranged engagement between Bennie and an equally lovely young lady. Ashley hadn’t heard from Bennie in months so his mother got talking to her friends, wishing to introduce her son to possible matches.

Several months into the relationship, he proposed. She said yes but they both knew deep down that they belonged with other people. Their mothers meant well, they just wanted to see their children happy and safe. Y/N did wish, however, that she had at least been allowed to choose her wedding dress.

There was not a ‘last night of freedom’ for either of the couple. Instead, they built a stupid pillow and blanket fort in his apartment and cuddled together.

‘Tell me what he was like again?’ She grinned, looking up at the man.

‘Again? Okay. He was the best and kindest man I have ever had the privilege of loving. His eyes were the most beautiful, wonderful things I had seen in my life. We had made all these big plans; eloping to some cute little chapel far away from home, having our own place together somewhere like Amsterdam…Anyway, you never told me about your guy, not really. What was he like?’

‘His name is Trent Seven and he’s wonderful. You never really know what you’ve got until it’s gone, I realise that now. I told you he had cheated on me and I was too heartbroken to forgive him but I wish I had. He’s my soulmate.’

‘Go to him.’

‘What? Are you crazy?’

‘No, but if you’re gonna do it, do it with-’ She cut him off, giggling.

‘Flair?’ The pair burst into fits of laughter at the dumb wrestling joke. And so, they made a plan. Ashley’s father would be livid but it would be totally worth it if either one of them could be with their ‘true love’ again. Their mothers would surely be okay with it, just as long as they thought that they were doing what was best for them.


The moment she was out of the church, the heels were gone and the bouquet had been discarded into a nearby field. And she ran.

Maybe she had thought that happy endings were stupid, that the prospect of something like that being happy was ridiculous. Now, all she wanted. No, all she needed was to be with Trent again.

People in the town looked at her funny. Well, of course they did, there was a woman in a wedding dress running down the street barefoot. It was like a scene from a cheesy 90′s rom-com, especially when it started to rain.

‘Are you fucking kidding me? I HAVE NO SHOES AND I’M PRETTY GOD DAMN SURE THAT WEDDING DRESSES ARE NOT MADE FOR RAIN! THANKS MOTHER NATURE! GO SCREW YOURSELF, YOU UPTIGHT BITCH!’

Never had she been more thankful to climb that bloody flight of stairs that led to his apartment. The estate surrounding was almost deathly silent, a weird thing for a Saturday afternoon, and it allowed her to hear the muffled music coming from one of the homes, his home. The soft, sweet voice of Brendon Urie crooning to Death of a Bachelor was mixed with quiet, choked out sobs. God, it was a gutwrenching sound that made her feel sick to her stomach. At first, she doubted he would be able to hear the gentle tapping of her knuckles on the wooden door, having to convince herself to stay put despite how cold and soaking wet she was. A grunted response of ‘I’m coming’ nearly made her cry. It had been so long since she had heard his voice and it was almost too much to handle. Creaking hinges brought the eerily peacefulness of the quiet estate to a screeching halt, a crack of thunder rolling through the sky with almost perfect timing.

Trent looked awful, safe to say. His eyes were bloodshot and red with tears and yet, she had never seen them light up so fast before. Not a word was spoken as he reached out to touch her cheek, her entire body shaking from the emotional assault that was currently taking place in her brain. Moments later, he had pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if she would be ripped away from him again if he were to let go. The pair slipped into the apartment, closing the door and shutting off the music. Had anyone else been there to witness the moment, they may have laughed at the sight before them; a runaway bride and a scruffy, dishevelled professional wrestler locked in a tight, loving embrace.

‘You’re here, you’re here. Here, here with me. Missed you, missed you so much, needed you. Can’t believe you’re here.’ The weight of nearly a year apart had been lifted off of their shoulders, breaking the dams that held back the tears threatening to fall. Slurred words and messy movements were enough. Neither cared if they were speaking coherently, her only thoughts were about getting out of the hideous dress and making up for all of that lost time. He was still trying to comprehend that she was back in his arms, in his bed.

Only the sounds of the wind howling outside, the movements echoed in the noises made by the cotton sheets and their whispered, breathy declarations of love were audible in the once lonely apartment. Come night-time , a sliver of moonlight shone through the curtains of the bedroom, illuminating the room just enough so that the newly reunited couple could see one another. Very little was said that night, both silently agreeing that any words that needed to be said could be said in the morning. The peaceful silence would likely be gone by morning so they elected to make the most of it, sharing kisses and pressing themselves flush against each other. For now, it was time to sleep, wrapped up in each others arms where they belonged. Yes, this was finally the beginning of their happy forever.

Today I had a flash back of the best run to this date, which happened to be an interval workout that I did in the suburbs in Cape Coral, Florida.

Mid-summer Southwest Florida heat and a mid-summer Southwest Florida thunderstorm.

It started off calm but dark skies loomed close and I knew I didn’t have much time but I set out anyway.

I felt so light on my warm up even though I felt a weight of fear with each crack of thunder sounding quicker and quicker with each step.

My first interval was fast, maybe too fast but I was in flight now, anxious. And not thirty seconds before the next interval it started. Rain and wind like nothing I had ever experienced was battering my skin. Lashing at my face. Forcing my eyes shut. Creating lakes in my trainers. But I did not stop.

Soon, the storm that was raging around me was inside of me. I felt invincible. I felt strong. I no longer felt scared. I was running, in the eye of a god damn lightening storm, fearless.

Three more intervals down and the rain began to let up. The lightening faded into pink and orange skies. And the thunder was no more.

As I finished my cool down the storm was mere sprinkles, but my soul was still churning. I stopped and looked up at the sky that had produced such madness, such chaos and I cried.

Nature knew I belonged there, in the eye of that storm, that I was a force to be felt, that I too could be strong and wild and beautiful.

Stay With Me

Originally posted by yoonkooks

@thats-heavy said: hey do some namjoon aesthetic shit like y'all like up in the mountains or somethin in a lil cabin.

Thank you for the inspiration lovely, this was supposed to be a short drabble, now it’s 2.1K words. Enjoy!

Characters: Namjoon x Reader, Lumberjack!Namjoon AU (YAS I KNOW ITS GR8)
Genre: much suggestive smut.

“Great, just fucking perfect.” I said slamming my hands against the steering wheel in frustration only to be greeting by a long and loud honk. It didn’t matter though because no one could hear it, no one for miles. Maybe a couple of bears but they wouldn’t come searching for the loud disruptive noise. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts of bears on the hunt, I attempted to start up my precious baby. It wasn’t built for the mountain I was stranded on.

I let out a loud sigh of frustration and closed my eyes leaning my head against the steering wheel. I can practically hear the headlines in a couple months, 21-year-old Girl found dead on route to a Mountain Lodge. Who even goes to a damn Mountain Lodge for spring break? We should’ve gone to a beach house and soaked in the sun after the harsh Canadian winter. But nope, my friends were… unique, they wanted to spend their week of in an even colder environment and go skiing. 

I slumped back against the car seat searching for my phone, praying for at least a single bar so I could send a text message pleading for help. The bright line shone against the darkness of the car illuminating the time, 7:00PM, but what almost made me throw the device out the window was the ‘no service’, that had replaced the connection bars.

“I’m so screwed.” I groaned, collapsing back against the steering wheel. This is how I was going to die, in the middle of the damn woods. Suddenly as if God was punishing me, it started to rain. It wasn’t just your romantic drizzle. It was the beginning of a storm.

Just fucking perfect.

I watched the rain fall, pounding angrily against the glass window. I could survive the night in this car right? In the morning I’ll walk up the mountain, the last sign said the nearest town was a few kilometers away but I didn’t want to take a chance in the dark. From previous experiences in horror movies, as soon as the girl leaves the car she dies.

Suddenly a flash of brightness reflected off the rear-view mirror momentarily blinding me. I gasped in surprise and flung over the car door. Chasing after the 4x4 pick-up truck that was currently driving past my own car up the mountain road.

“Hello! Wait! HELP! STOP!” I yelled chasing after the truck. As the driver abruptly stopped the vehicle, I froze in my place, there was a good chance that person that stepped out of that car was a psychopath and I had just invited my own death.

The car door flew open and a tall man stepped out of the truck. He had blonde hair and was dressed in dark jeans paired with a red plaid flannel shirt. The man looked back at me and grabbed what looked like a towel or a blanket from his car and raced towards me. I glanced down towards my body to see that my clothes were now completely soaked, my white shirt was now see-through giving him a clear display of my black lacey bra. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover my revealing state, which only ended up backfiring as it caused chest to look even fuller.

As the man approached me, I noticed how handsome he was. His eyes were dark hued perfect half crescents, his lips plump, his cheeks displays hints of what appeared to be dimples. As the distance between us decreased I noticed how tall he really was, I barely reached his shoulders. The man wasted no time in wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, it seemed he hadn’t even noticed my barely clothed state.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice was deep and pleasant to hear after confined in the silence of my car. I nodded, suddenly overwhelmed by my situation, my knees give up and I slump against him in shock, my vision blurring with tears.

“Whoa…” he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around my figure. He easily lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his truck. I felt the man’s muscles strain underneath my weight.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, shivering in his arms, I felt guilty for being an inconvenience to him. He simply shook his head once and ran towards the passenger side of his truck. As he placed me on the seat, his arm reached across my body to snap the seatbelt into place. I closed my eyes and leaned back absorbing the warmth of the car.

The man quickly ran to the driver’s side and closed the door. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I felt his large hands press against my forehead and then my neck. I looked towards him and gasped. I was not expecting his face to be so close to mine. His eyes were wide staring into mine with deep concern.  His blonde hair was now wet, and plastered against his forehead. 

I watched as the droplet of water cascaded down his face, brushing against his cheeks, and kissing his lips. He was stunning. What on earth was he doing on a mountain? He deserved to be on the front page of an erotic magazine.

“I’m fine,” I said wincing at how horse my voice sounded, I cleared my throat and sat up. He looked at me dubiously.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, “It’s just shock, I thought I was going to die tonight.” The man looked at me through furrowed brows, still doubting my stability.

“Seriously, I was on my way to the mountain lodge and then my car broke down, and I had no food and it wouldn’t start so I had no heat and-“

“You’re okay now,” he said, in finality, his large hand reached and enveloped mine. I shouldn’t have found comfort in his actions. However, it was as if our bodies were familiar with one another, our hands fit together like puzzle pieces. His actions seem to surprise himself and he pulled his hand away. I stared at my hand immediately craving the warmth of his.

“My cabin is a few minutes, it’s late, the storm will only be getting worse until early hours of the morning. I’ll drive you to the mountain lodge tomorrow, you can stay with me tonight.” he said clearing his throat. He didn’t wait for my response as he drove away.

“Sure,” I replied quietly, “thank you.” He nodded once in response refusing to look in my direction. I furrowed my brows as I stared at his side profile. He noticed my gaze and turned his head towards me. As our eyes met, I quickly glanced away staring out the window.  I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, all the courage I had to look at him suddenly drained from me as I realized I was alone in a car with a stranger.


I jolted awake as the truck came to a stop. I blinked away the haziness of sleep as I stared at the cabin in front of me. It was of average size and looked extremely cozy. I wonder if it’s as cozy on the inside? I smiled at it fondly. I glanced over to see that the man was gazing at me, watching my reaction to his home. As we gazed at each other, I realized we hadn’t even exchanged names.

“I’m [Y/N] by the way,” I replied, extending my hand forward. As my hand reached forward the blanket fell from my chest. His eyes glanced down swiftly, smoothly raking over my still soaked shirt. I reached down and pulled the blanket back up covering my chest. As quickly as his eyes had moved away from mine they returned. He reached forward and shook my hand as well. 

“Namjoon,” he said, his voice deep causing a shiver to rush down my spine.

“Namjoon,” I repeated, testing his name on my tongue, I gazed at his features, his face was expressionless but as I uttered his name I watched one fleeing across his features, lust.

“Let’s go,” he spoke gruffly, nodded towards the cabin. We I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that the rain had gotten heavier. I hugged the blanket tighter over my body and ran towards the front door with Namjoon in front of me.

As we entered the cabin, I noticed I was right. It was as cozy on the inside. The cabin was well furnished, with shades of browns and white contrasting all around. Namjoon walked past me, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over a chair. His inner shirt was soaked; it clung to his back, displaying the ripple of his muscles with every movement he made.

I watched him as he disappeared into another room and returned with some spare clothes in his hands. He walked over to me and gestured for me to take them.

“You’ll get sick if you keep wearing those clothes,” he said as I took the clothes from him.

“Would you mind if I used your shower? I feel kind of cold,” I ask nervously, holding the clothes at arms length to make sure they wouldn’t get wet.

“Sure,” he said, turning around and walking back to the direction of the room he had just gotten the clothes from. As I entered the room I noticed it was his bedroom, my cheeks tinted red as I quickly glanced away from the large bed.

“That’s the washroom, there’s towels in there and extra towels in the cupboards.” Namjoon said, standing at the threshold of the room, his eyes never meeting mine, as he turned his head I noticed the tips of his ears turning red. It was then that I realized that he was nervous. He was just as nervous as I was about spending the night with a stranger. 

“Okay, thank you,” I said, looking at him smiling widely.

“Uh, you’re welcome.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, he met my eyes briefly and then turned back around quietly.

I walked into the washroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had just walked out of a horror movie. My make-up was running, my hair was plastered around my face giving me an over all drenched cat appearance.

“Wow, of course, the one time I meet a hot guy that I’m remotely interested in, I look like shit,” I scolded myself in the mirror throwing the blanket that was covering my body on the ground. I peeled off my shirt and bra with ease however my tight jeans were a struggle.

“Cmon [y/n]” I grunted, “You can do this!”

As I finally peeled them down and off me, I heard a loud noise coming from outside the washroom. Every horrible scene from every horror movie flashed in my head as I gulped and opened the door. My eyes met with Namjoon’s bare back as he worked to stack wood into the fireplace. His back muscles tightened with every movement; abruptly he turned around giving me a full view of his firm chest. As he leaned down to pick up more firewood, his biceps flexed under the weight. I sighed, making his eyes looked around for the origin of the noise.

Shock ran through my veins as I quickly closed the door leaning against it. I closed my eyes shut tightly, holding a hand against my chest to calm my hammering heartbeat. Was he starting up a fire because I said I was cold? I smiled opening my eyes, only to be greeted by a large spider that was currently descending down the wall towards me.

I screamed.

I ran out of the washroom completely forgetting my stark-naked state. As I ran out of the washroom my body collided with someone else’s hard body. The impact was so forceful; it landed me on the ground with the second body on top of my own. My eyes flew open only to be met by Namjoon’s dark ones. My bare body was currently flushed against his very shirtless form. His bare skin felt like fire against mine, our breathing rapid and in sync as we both assessed the current situation. His hand reached upward to drag a stray piece of hair and tuck it behind my ear.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quiet, making it sound even deeper.

I am definitely not okay.


A/N: I can’t write smut but if any of the readers wants to continue this please do and tag me in it. Note: I wanted this to be DomJoon

…while I was ill of a pleurisy which I caught by walking in the rain to Congress and had like to have given me my final repose.
— 

To Thomas Jefferson from James Monroe, 15 August 1785

Monroe always admits all these little things he does that aren’t good for him. In an earlier letter he said that he was having only one meal every few days because he was working and now he saying he walks around in the rain. 

Wanted - Jungkook scenario (fluffy/angst/slight smut) - Part 4

Originally posted by pjmjjk

PART 1 / PART 2 / Part 3

A/N: Send me your thoughts on this! Thank youuu ^^ Enjoy!


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: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung
Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish
Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature
Word count: 2950


It was too many calls and messages and just no reply. You never wanted this to end this way. You actually started to like Taehyung. You really did. He makes you forget about Jungkook, that he even exists.

You can’t lose such a sweet and kind person in your life. Why, why even you were doing that.
You want Taehyung back.
Want to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours. See his smile and look at those eyes that you just can’t get enough of.

“Tae It’s me… Again… Please pick up or call me. Please” you said and stared down at your phone.

You felt so upset.
You didn’t answer Jungkook’s messages. Only left them on read. You wanted him to know that you didn’t lose the game. It only began. It’s not gonna be that easy to win.

In school it wasn’t that exciting anymore. You weren’t looking forward to going there. It was, quiet.
No one running around, shouting, looking for something. It seemed too peaceful to be true.
Rose was with Troy most of the time. They are working on their relationship to be better, they also have been arguing these days over little things that don’t even matter.
You were alone.

You saw Jungkook here and there, he was too calm. Not doing anything special, not even looking at girls. Which was surprising.
Taehyung was with him, they didn’t talk. Taehyung was serious most of the time, he looked really pissed off and you know why. Because of you.
Jimin was the sunshine, always smiling and joking around. Soon as he’s with them two his smile fades away, he becomes serious too. Even though you know he wants to have fun, but he can’t because they are ruining it.

Each day, it was raining. It was affecting the mood, everything.
It was slowly killing you that Taehyung is still not answering, replying.

Jungkook wondered why you never replied. Did he hurt your feelings? Are you angry at him?
Did you actually started to like Taehyung and he made you guys fight.
He wasn’t sure of anything, but one thing he did notice you looking at Taehyung with such guilt and it made him question some stuff.

Maybe it was really a game to you make him jealous, but actually gained feelings for another person and now you actually don’t give a slight fuck about him.
What if actually he maybe or should have just started smoothly. Friends. Just friends and see what it leads to. But you would always keep turning him on and make him think of fucking you and nothing else. That’s a problem, problem is him.
He needs to work on himself.

There’s no way in hell you will even talk to him after everything you guys been through.
But he will try.
Maybe you really are worth knowing, having as a friend.

“YAH JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts, and quickly looks up at Jimin
“Jesus fucking Christ, Taehyung is having a fight!” Jimin shouts and Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he stands up quickly running with Jimin to outside.

“He’s fighting in the God damn rain?!” Jungkook said and they run up to Taehyung and one guy.

Taehyung was on top the guy, punching him over and over in his face.
Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s waist and starts to pull him off.
“Let go of me!” Taehyung shouted trying to get Jungkook away
Jimin hops in to help, to hold Taehyung.
“The fuck is your problem?!” Jungkook shouts in his face and Taehyung smiles

The guy stands up, standing, staring into Taehyung.
“What happened?” Jimin walked up to the guy
“There’s been tension between us for a while. I am Y/N’s ex. So…?” guy laughs
“What were you saying to him? Why did you do this?” Jimin asked
“No I didn’t start it. I mean we met couple weeks ago. And they were together then, like not together together. I already then told him I bet he wouldn’t fuck her, yet Jungkook did when he didn’t even knew her. AND guess what? Taehyung didn’t ever fuck her” guy laughed harder
Jungkook looks away from the guy at Taehyung’s face.
“Because of a girl? Because of that bullshit?” he asks
“At least I had feelings when you didn’t” Taehyung said coldly and pushes Jungkook away slowly, wiping off the blood on corner of his mouth.
“Taehyung-“ Jungkook puts his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder but Taehyung just moves it away and walks back into the school

“Well at least there wasn’t big of a crowd” Jimin sighs
“Let’s go inside” Jungkook said

All of the clothes was wet, their hair, everything.
Taehyung was walking down the hallway, towards the boys bathroom. You were standing near and saw his face having bloody cuts, his fits red.
It was just your mind “go”. So you did and walked up to him.
“Taehyung what happened?” you asked standing in front of him
He just looks at you and walks pass, still walking towards the bathroom. You take a deep breath and follow him.

“Tae! Please” you said and he shuts the door in front of your face.

You roll your eyes and just walk into the boys bathroom, luckily no one was there except him.
He was washing his hands and his face.
“Taehyung…” you slowly walk up to him
He looks at you in the review of the mirror.
“What happened to you?” you kept looking at his face, his eyes who don’t want to meet yours.
“I am TALKING to you” you raise your voice feeling annoyed, forming your hands in your fists

Slowly his dark eyes look up at you. His hands rested on the sink.
“Fight. A fight, nothing else.” He spoke
“Why did you have a fight?”
“Because of the person saying some stuff about you” his eyes move away from yours and he starts walking pass you but you put your hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Me? You fought because of me?”
“TALK to me Taehyung PLEASE.” You added looking at him
“WHY? Why you want me to talk to you? Obviously I was a fucking toy to you. Go and fuck with Jungkook since that’s all you want.” Taehyung raised your voice at you, staring at your eyes
“I don’t want him. I want you!” you raised your voice at him too and just stopped for a moment, getting everything through your mind, what you said.

Taehyung kept looking at you. He was actually surprised to hear that coming from your mouth.
He felt your hand slowly fall off his chest.
“I’m sorry… I really am for everything I’ve done. And how I made you feel.” You look up and quickly get out of the bathroom.
“Do you think… I mean I can forgive you, but I’ll never forget what you done.” He said quietly
“Taehyung, please. I regret what I done. I just wanted him to be jealous, but I know he never was. And while being with you I felt so relaxed and happy. I had such a fucking good time.”
He shaked his head.
“Just don’t tell me you didn’t feel the same?” you stared at him
He licks his lips and looks up at you.
“No.”
You felt like your heart is breaking.
“You’re lying. I know you’re lying!” you shout and push him, walking out of the bathroom.
You put your hand over your mouth, not believing everything you said, what he said.
“Y/N!” you hear Rose’s voice but you just wave your hand and walk away.
You felt tears building up in your eyes, but didn’t want to cry.
You walk outside and sit on the bench right next to the door. You kept listening and looking at the rain falling down.
Jungkook notices you sitting down.
“You have to do this.” He said to himself and walks out
You look at him and quickly wipe off your tears.
“What do you want?” you kept looking forwards
“Are you crying? Why are you crying?” Jungkook sits next to you
“I am not” you laughed and take a breath
“I can actually see that you are, you know?”
“Just, why would I tell you anything? What do you want?!” you look at his face
“Woah chill. I just asked.” He throws his hands in the air
“Just tell me what you want and get the fuck away from me.” You sigh
“I know this is fucking stupid and you will laugh, but… Can we start off again? As friends?” Jungkook was actually nervous to let this sentence out.
You stop and look at him.
“Are you fucking serious?” you laughed
Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes
“See I knew you will laugh.”
“It’s so fucking funny. I can’t believe Jeon Jungkook wants to be friends with a GIRL” you said
“I am serious though.” Jungkook had a straight face
Your smile fades from your face and you two kept on looking at each other.
“You only doing this, so as friends we can go more and you can get me more easily” you said
“What?! No. Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook turns more towards you.
“I am. NOT. Going to be like I was” he points at himself
You smiled and shaked your head
“Y/N. Trust me for once”
“I had a bad day, so I really don’t want to talk” you said
“Can you please leave now”
“Y/N-“
“Do it for me. Okay?” you look at him and he slowly nods his head and stands up walking inside again





Unknown number, 5:01PM: You never told me if we are friends or nah
You, 5:01PM: I can’t talk right now.
Unknown number, 5:01PM: I know you’re lying but that is an answer too, so…
You, 5:02PM: Jungkook, come on
Unknown, 5:02PM: It’s fine, I know what I done, how was I towards you. It’s just who I am so. At least gave a try.

You changed the number to his name.

You, 5:02PM: I need time
Jungfuckingook, 5:03PM: Take as much as you need. Peace.

You sigh and turn off your phone. You layed on your bed, hearing the rain still pouring form the sky. You were getting sick of it. You loved rain, but just the sound of it and when you’re inside your room, just it feels calm.

“Y/N!” you heard your mom calling
You stand up and open the door
“WHAT?” you shout but there was no reply
“Ugh” you hated when you answer and she doesn’t say anything and then you have to walk downstairs and see what she wants.
You walk down the stairs and stop Taehyung standing near the front door. He looks up at you.
“A boy says he’s your friend.” Your mom took car keys
“I am going to the store” she added
“Bye” you said and she closes the front door.

You look back at Taehyung.
“What-I- I actually don’t know what to say” you said
“I did lie.” He spoke looking at you
“No matter how much I try, I can’t forget or deny what I am feeling and how I felt when we were well a thing? You would call it?” he smiles looking down
“You.. Um mean it?” you step closer to him
“Yes” he licks his lips
Two of you looked at each other, both of you just walked towards each other and he cupped your face kissing your lips passionately.
Two of you smiled pulling away. He held his forehead against yours and kept looking down at your lips, his thumb runs across your lips.
“I never thought I’ll feel this way” he said quietly
You smiled biting your lip and kissing him again. He slowly pushed you against the wall, not breaking the kiss.
His hands travelling down on your hips, then down behind your thighs, lifting you up. You laughed and kissed him again.
His lips softly were pressed against your neck. You threw your head back, closing your eyes.

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms were locked around his neck. Taehyung slowly carried you upstairs to your room.
Soon after you were laid down on your bed. Taehyung kissed you more and more passionately.
Your hands tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt, he quickly sat up and took it off, throwing his shirt on the floor.
Taehyung’s hands tugged on your shirt now, sitting you and slipping the shirt off of you.
His eyes travel down your body.
“Jesus you are too damn beautiful” you two lock eyes and his lips find yours again.
Taehyung was so gentle and sweet towards you. His lips touch skin of your neck, leaving marks all over.
His hands travelled down your pants, he sits up again, looking up at you.
“Why did you stop?” you asked
“I didn’t even ask-“
“Taehyung” you smiled and sit up, your face being close to him
“I want you so fucking bad” you whisper to his ear and kiss his jawline
Taehyung licks his lips and smiles, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off along with your panties.
“Damn baby” he said and leans towards you, kissing your lips again
His hand travelled down your body, his fingers massaging your wet folds, making you let a soft moan.
Not taking long he slipped two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly, teasing you a bit.
“Tae-“ you stuttered
He smiled and started to go faster. Your head fell back and a loud moan escaped your lips. It felt so damn good.
“Fuck I need you” you manage to say
Taehyung’s fingers stilled and slowly removed themselves from you. He came on top of you kissing you again. His tongue explored your mouth. It was too damn good. You never wanted him to stop.
His head goes between your legs again. His lips kissing your thighs and suddenly his tongue flattens against you. As his tongue starts circling against you, your hands gripped on a pillow tightly.
His lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, sucking hard. You screamed his name out. You weaved your hands into his hair, tugging roughly. His fingers slip inside of you again, curling his fingers inside you.
“Oh fuckk…” you moan loudly

He was too good. Actually great.
You twitch as he removes his fingers from you again.
Taehyung quickly takes his jacket, getting a condom out of it.
“Wow, you expected this” you laugh
“He’s always in the pocket if something happens” he laughs

Taehyung takes off his boxers and two of you look at each other and you just couldn’t help but smile.
He rolled it on and lines himself up with you.
He looks up at you once more and you nod your head. He began to push himself in you, you bit your lip, closing your eyes. Taehyung started with small thrusts, making you let moans out.
After short amount of time, he sped up, increasing the length of his thrust.
“Fuck.” He groaned
Taehyung’s head fell on your shoulder, he kept speeding up.
Slurs of swear words and names were sent flying of both of your mouths.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight” Taehyung breathes out
You hooked your legs around his waist. You felt a sweet, hot burn that made you tingle.
“Fuck yes” you choked out
You could hear the sounds of skin slapping skin.

After a few more thrusts you came un done around him moaning out his name. your wall tightened around him and soon after Taehyung joined you.
You could feel how his thrusts are slowing down. Two of you rode out your orgasms. Soon after Taehyung pulled out of you.

Everything was silent, all you could hear is heavy breathing coming out of your mouths.
Taehyung looks at you and kisses you one more time before falling to the side.
You smiled and looked over at him.
“Like fuck yes” he laughed
“Y/N I AM HOME!” you hear your mom shout
“Oh shit” you both said and quickly cleaned up the mess and got dressed

You open the door and peek if your mom is coming up.
“She’s not near” you said and turn around seeing Taehyung falling on the floor while pulling up his pants
You laughed.
“Well bravo for me” he laughs and pulls them on

Taehyung walks up to you and kisses your lips.
“I don’t want to leave” he whispers
“And you don’t have to” you look up at him
“I just want to say, sorry for-“
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, It’s all my fault.” You cut him off
“I got all of your messages and calls.” He laughed
“By that I saw you really are sorry” he added

“I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow” he said and you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him.
“Hey you didn’t put on your shirt” you laugh
“Right” he smiled and quickly took the shirt off the floor, putting it on, taking his jacket





Tae, 8:36PM: hey so like in case there is any confusion
Tae, 8:36PM: you’re fucking mine.


Taehyung leaves his phone and looks at Jungkook.
“So where you been?” he asked
“Nowhere” Taehyung said
“Yeah right. Come on. Let me hear something funny in a while from you” Jungkook leans back on the couch
“Funny? You know what’s funny, I just fucked Y/N. She’s mine now” Taehyung smirks
Jungkook’s eyes go wider, he starts to be nervous in a way.
“What? No way” he tried
“Yeah, she feels so fuckinggg good man” Taehyung smiled

Jungkook licks his lips. He felt something. He felt jealously.

it’s been raining literally for 6 days. where is the god damn sun. i’m sitting in my car yelling profanities at every single rain drop that falls on my window i hate them ALL

Temptation: Part V

The very much requested part V is finally here! I’m truly sorry for how long it took to write this, but for personal reasons i had to take some time off. I just had to have Rhys showing Feyre music as a nod to ACOTAR, and for everyone wondering, the song is Let Me In by Marika Hackman and the lines “Coughing up a love that tastes like spring/Green and starved of oxygen” are perfect for the end of her relationship with tamlin. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

This is for everyone at the Skype Court, thank you for everything potato heads :P

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV

Feyre woke up that morning to a headache and blurry memories of what had to be the worst decision making of all time. She shifted in bed, not ready to wake up, and turned off the alarm clock on the nightstand of her and Mor’s beds. Flashes of drinking and starry night and hot, heavy kissing shot through her head as she closed her eyes and she groaned, realizing she might as well stand up, because doing nothing was  not going to improve her mood.

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