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Hey Guys

Sorry I haven’t posted in forever. I promise I’m working on a couple of WIPS right now. I am just having a real hard time to get motivated to sit down and write recently, which sucks cause my creativity bar and inspiration are at their top and about to explode. Just wanted to update you guys and let you know whats going on. I promise I will be posting again sometime soon hopefully. I just don’t really like to put time limits and due dates on creativity. I hope you understand and I love yall! Stay safe and borahae 💜

The “Can’t Win an Episode of Run” line.

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Hey guys! I’m currently working on another imagine! I’m hoping to be able to post it within the next few days so you don’t have to wait too long. I love yall, stay safe, and borahae 💜

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just a cutie at the airport

Buttercup (JJK Imagine)

Hey Guys! My name is Amanda and this is my first ever imagine :) I hope you guys like it. This is my own writing so please don’t steal it. Like, follow, and reblog for more! Have a good day and be the best you that you can be!

Genre: Angst, fwb!au

Word Count: 804 words

Warnings: swearing, light smut, mentions of sex, heavy sexual tension, angst to the max, mentions of toxic relationship, fwb relationship.

Summary: In which Y/N and Jungkook attempt and fail miserably at maintaining their “no feelings attached” agreement.

Alternatively, Y/N and Jungkook are Friends with Benefits but Y/N fears commitment and both are undeniably falling in love with each other. 

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  The overpowering slam of the car door cut through the deafening sounds of the pitter-pattering rain on the street’s tar. The car rocked a bit as I plopped myself down on the leather seat. My eyes squeezed shut, I could feel the look. The eyes. I could feel him. The sounds of the pitter-pattering rain of the outside world danced with the low-volume radio, playing “Build Me Up Buttercup” by the Foundations. Ironic, such a cheery song for such a gloomy day. Inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide cluttered my focus, the other two sounds fading into the background. The occasional drop of water landing on the leather seat from my drenched mess of hair; the hair that I kept covering my face, shying away - no, hiding - from that stare. 

  “I went to the door, I can’t take anymore.” The music played.  

  “We need to stop doing this.” My voice tore through the smooth almost-silence like a dull and rigid knife. He sighed, trailing his eyes away from my figure and to the raindrops, racing down his windshield. My eyes fluttered open, not straying away from my lap, “I’m serious. We need to stop, It’s dangerous.”

  Jungkook huffed out a mocking laugh, “Dangerous? Tell me, darling. What about this is dangerous?” I flinched at the bitter that laced his tone. 

  “One of us is going to catch feelings, and that can't happen.” My mouth said one thing, but my mind was screaming another. He stayed silent. He knew. I knew. We both knew that the inevitable was coming, or that it had already started. “I mean it, we need to stop doing this.” My voice wavered. I didn’t want to stop. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. 

  “Baby baby try to find a little time and I’ll make you mine.”

  He turned his head sharply to look at me. His hand forcefully grabbed my chin and forced my head to face him. I shut my eyes, as tears started falling out. “Look at me.” He said firmly. The time seemed to go by slowly as my eyes fluttered open and I looked into his doe-like brown eyes. He used his thumb to wipe a tear off my cheek, “You know you don’t want to stop. I know I don’t want to stop.”

  “But-” I tried to argue.

  “Shut up. I’m tired of arguing over this. We are both way too deep into this, god dammit. I find myself thinking about you every second of the day, I find myself looking forward to all of these little meetings we have going on, I try and I try but I can’t seem to get you out of my head! You can try to convince me that you don’t feel the same way but I won’t ever believe it because for some reason, you keep coming back! Just like how I keep texting you!” He gradually started screaming, the fire in his eyes igniting. 

  I flinched away at his voice, but I narrowed my eyes. “You are so fucking selfish! You don’t give a damn about my feelings in this matter, all you see is someone who you can use for your own personal pleasure. I’m a fucking slave to you, you don’t give a shit!” I screamed back. 

  “It’s too late now, darling. As far as I’m guessing, you caught feelings too. But you keep trying to deny it because you’re scared of commitment.” He said, sneering at the word darling and pouted at the word scared, mocking clear in his tone.  

  My heart dropped into my stomach. He knew. The inevitable had already started. Everything turned red, letters were being forced up my throat and they finally formed at the mouth, “Fuck you!” I screamed, without having any other comeback.

  “Why do you build me up buttercup, baby, just to let me down, and mess me around.”

  He grabbed my face with both hands and smashed his lips onto mine. My eyes seemed to close without me telling them to, and my body had a mind of its own, dancing along with his. The warning signals and the code red’s in my head all became fuzzy. I could no longer think straight. So I did the only thing a person could do in the moment. I gave in. He pulled us into the backseat, our lips dancing together as we started undressing and releasing all the tension inside the car. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. I was a slave to his every touch and whisper. He had me wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. That very first moment so long ago that I sat in his car, I had already set my fate and became a goner.

  “So build me up, buttercup, don’t break my heart.”

His smile makes me so happy.