Unwanted child
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synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better
The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.
Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.
A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.
"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.
You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.
"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.
"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.
"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.
"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.
"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.
"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.
"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.
"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.
"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.
I hope I live long enough to see the children of Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria wake up to the sound of birds not bombs
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I be tripping but then I remember that the universe always got me
opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down!
“i wont take long she said, just give me ten minutes she said.” you and jack were running late and he was teasing you for taking so long to get ready.
“shut up jack and besides i rather look good and be late then have to rush and show up late and looking crazy!” you said shoving his arm.
jack already unlocked the car as you guys made your way to his jeep. you tug on the passengers seat door and he slaps your hand. “jack what the hell?” you whined as you rubbing your hand.
“now you know better than to open a door when im around.” he said opening the door and pushing you in.
“you didn’t have slap me though!” you said pouting as you melted into the seat. he laughed and grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before closing your door and making his way to the passenger’s seat.
pintrest is my love language
synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better
The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.
Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.
A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.
"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.
You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.
"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.
"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.
"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.
"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.
"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.
"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.
"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.
"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.
"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.