#jukett

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My #GLAMPRYNCE My #1STGRANDSON My #JUKETT My #LILSTANKA (at Tifton, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6-imUvHRk2_4NRygMF_AMyocfeVu7IYckTwXk0/?igshid=ddg98nctxide

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slurred words for jukett while they're broken up

“I love him. I love him so fucking much.” She nuzzles her face into Faye’s shoulder, her voice muffled. 

"I just want him to love m-” the words cut off as her throat closes up. “as who I am.”

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6 || Flash Scene

“Do you love me?”

They’re lying in bed, various states of undress, the weather too hot for anything but a thin sheet covering the lower half of their bodies.

“Hmm?”

He seems distracted, sleepy, and she grins, propping her head up on the heel of her hand and lightly dragging her fingers down the front of his face, tracing his profile.

“Do you love me?”

He smiles and she feels the familiar warmth spreading across her chest, and before he can answer she leans toward him, kissing him - first, a peck, then a little deeper, hungrier.

He responds in turn, as he always does...

They lay together, every inch of their skin pressed against each other, the sheet and other clothing scattered around the floor by the bed.

“Yes, of course I do.”

She sighs contently, squeezing even closer to him, drawing lazy patterns across his chest, her eyes closed in near sleep.

“Good.”

Silence spreads between them, and the next time she speaks it’s almost an inaudible mumble, more than halfway asleep.

“I love you too...”

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➐ ➆ for jukett

He loves the life in her. He loves that she brightens a room simply by standing in it. 

He loves her hair. It’s bright. Everything about her is so fucking bright and makes him feel like he’d never seen colors-true colors before he met her.

He loves that she literally never shuts up. He can listen to her tell her stories about her day or about what Faye’s been up to or what chaos her brothers have been kicking up in the house for a very long time. He particularly loves it when she sits on his stomach so he can hold her hands in front of them and just play around while she talks.

He likes that she likes his beard. Cause he likes his beard too.

He likes that he’s known her his entire life and vice versa. There’s an intimacy to being close when they were so innocently young that can’t be found in other people. 

He loves that she pushes the boundaries wherever she goes. In her home, in school, with him. He wishes he could’ve been like that growing up and watching her be that way makes him fond.

He loves what she does to his insides. He lived 23 years without ever feeling sparks in his stomach the way he did when they got together and she would curl up in bed with him. He lived all that time without knowing how good it felt when she touched the hairs on the back of his neck or her hair fell over her shoulders and onto his arms or his fingers. He lived all that time without her fully close to him so he’ll never forget what it feels like to have her light up his life like a God damn candle in the dark.

Like a candle light burning bright, Jude is very easily blown out in terms of how much she’s willing to give to him and every time he has to spark that fire again it grows weaker. He hates that, because he wants to love her with every God damn thing he’s got.

He hates that she’s careless. That she does what she wants and to her that means more than him. He hates that she knows what she does to him and still that isn’t enough to keep her from doing it.

He hates that they are simply incapable of being friends. Breaking up would be so much easier if one of them didn’t wind up in tears ever damn time they tried to hang out normally and just be close. They can’t live without each other, they’ve acknowledged that. Then why the fuck can’t they live with each other either?

He hates the constant reminder that he wasn’t enough for her because her social media is constantly reminding him that she’s out and about doing what it was that meant more to her than them. 

He hates that she picked him up and put him down not once, twice or even three times but four different times she decided he was just not what she was looking for. Four different times he wasn’t enough.

And then somehow she has the audacity to be mad at him before he leaves to finally make himself happy, and he actually feels bad about it! How dare she? How dare she be mad, how dare she feel bad, how dare she do anything she’d done in the last 8 years??

He hates that she has a means to reel him back in every single time and that at this point he isn’t immune to any of those means at all. He trusts her still, he loves her still, he’d take her back still, no matter what that meant for him or them. Essentially she isn’t the only one that’s been in love her whole life and he hates that.