he looks like he's jacking off in that last one

Questions NEVER Explained in Samurai Jack Season Five.

1. Why did it take only 1 day for all of the side characters to find Aku’s lair when Jack couldn’t find it in fifty years?

2. Why didn’t Jack go and find Aku’s lair and kill him in the first place and then find a time portal?

3.Who was the shadowed lady creature and why was she important in episode six?

4. Why do Jack’s parents look young when they looked old and worn down in the first episode?

5. Why did the Spartan King look young when he looked old and sickly in season 2 episode 12?

6. Why did Ashi take so long to fade out of existence?

7. Why was the Scotsman and his daughters glanced over when he was the most important ally and friend to Jack before Ashi?

8. What happened to the wolf?

9. Why didn’t the High Priestess tell her daughters or Aku who their true father was?

10. Why can’t Jack jump good anymore?

11. Who was the High Priestess

12. Why didn’t Jack try to get his sword in the past if it was easy to just get a giant bird to fly down, get help from one of his friends or even jump good?

13. If Ashi easily survived the fall over a hundred feet in the air from the tree trunk, why didn’t her other sister who was just tossed over the side by Jack?

14. Is Ashi gone forever or did she go somewhere else?

15. Can Jack age again or is he still ageless?

16. Where’s the cricket girl?

17. If it was that easy to just kill Aku rather than entrap him, why did Jack’s father trap Aku in a tree rather than just kill him?

18. Is Aku really dead or just in the pit of hate?

19. Why didn’t the High Priestess just tell Aku of her plan and include him in currupting the Daughters of Aku to kill Jack in the first place?

20. Why didn’t Aku keep spying on Jack?

21. How could Aku not know that Jack lost his sword if he kept close ties with his minions and could spy on Jack whenever he wanted?

22. Why was Jack wearing a loin cloth in episode six when he wore pants in episode five?

23. Why was the finale only 25 minutes long instead of an hour long or split into two parts like the pilot episode?

24. How does Jack remember Ashi and the future if it never happened because he killed Aku in the past?

25. Will Jack ever get Ashi back in some way?

26. How could Jack get back to the past with Ashi’s help if she never even existed after he killed Aku before she was even born? Wouldn’t that mean he didn’t really get back at all?

27. Why didn’t the Daughters of Aku have any powers if they’re really his daughters?

28. Are there two versions of Jack now since Aku was killed in the past and now there’s a new future without Aku? If that’s the case, what happens to the second version of Jack who was sent into the new future?

29. What happened to the Guardian? Why didn’t he get a flashback in the season? 

30. Did the future really change into a new reality or did it just become an alternate reality? Can Jack travel between the two realities? Are there two versions of Jack living in both realities or just one?

31. Can Aku come back like last time?

32. If the future characters would never exist when Jack got back to the past, why would he sometimes give up his chance to go back just to save people who won’t even be born at all?

33. If the people who were loyal to Jack and learned from Ashi that he might be in danger, why didn’t they go out looking for him too?

34. Did Ashi send the ladybug to Jack

35. Why were six of the seven daughters of Aku easily killed off by Jack in less than a day in their second fight when Ashi slaughtered an entire army with thousands of soldiers and her own mother in that same time pattern alone?

36. Why didn’t the Scotsman look for Jack to attack Aku’s lair in the first place instead of taking Aku on with an inadequate army?

37. Why did the wolf help Jack?

38. Is Jack still crazy?

39. Was the High Priestess really human?

40. Did Jack hallucinate the whole battle and going back home?

If you have any questions to add to this list, please be my guest. If you can answer any of these questions, good luck with that. If  you do answer these questions, then you must have worked on the show somehow and you have a lot of explaining to do for the bitch slap you left on my face with the last episode and for not answering these questions in the show in the first place.

The View From the Edge

Another delightful story for @caped-ace, this time for some Reaper76 from Overwatch! Enjoy these old men, proving that being edgelords doesn’t go out with age.

Cut is for length, not for content. 

Originally posted by etlabetes

It had taken nearly thirty minutes after the battle with Los Muertos for Soldier: 76 to finally collapse in the Dorado alleyway.

Clearly, he had known it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to the injuries he had sustained. That’s why he had concentrated on taking an aimless, twisting path through the Mexican city, avoiding major thoroughfares. Generally he kept moving south - which must have been where he had left whatever mode of transportation he had used to get there - but then, near an industrial scrapyard, his knees buckled. One arm against a building wall, the other clutching the heavy pulse rifle. Of course that would be important to him, but soon it fell with a clatter as he gripped his side, where he had taken the brunt of the grenade blast.

Idiot, Reaper thought. The child had foolishly put herself in danger, had lingered too long, and then the rogue had hesitated in deciding what to do about it, waiting for the last possible moment, losing the gang and just barely rescuing the girl. Sloppy. Careless.

After a moment, it had become too much, and Soldier: 76 sagged to the ground in an unconscious pile.

“Old habits die hard.”

And now that old habit was going to kill him. Ironic.

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anonymous asked:

Could I please have a niall imagine/blurb where you're at the beach and there's a little bar/hut and a worker there starts hitting on you and Niall gets really protective/jealous? Thank you!

~961 words


“Babe! Hurry up!” Niall yelled from the hotel room while you were in the bathroom changing into your swim suit. The two of you were on vacation to get away from the media and everything and just have sometime to yourselves. It was nice to get away from your job and for you to actually spend time with Niall and not have him constantly in the studio, or meetings, or on the golf course.

You let out a huff at your impatient boyfriend and tied your hair into a bun before opening the white bathroom door. The minute the door opened Niall’s beautiful eyes were on you. His eyes looked at every inch of your body, he loved how the new bikini that he bought you emphasized every curve of your body. “Maybe we should just skip the beach and just stay here.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrow.

“I don’t think so Horan. Get your ass up and let’s go.” You gently slapped his shoulder before slipping on your flip flops and grabbing the beach bag.

“Okay, but when we get back we’re gonna have some fun.” He grunted, standing from the bed and following behind you.


“Alright sleeping beauty, stop fryin’ your skin and lets go get a drink.” Niall said as he nudged your body, you were laid out on the beach towel attempting to get a tan. You hadn’t even realized you drifted off but luckily it wasn’t for too long. Opening your eyes you looked up at Niall who was sitting next to you, his hair was still damp from when he dragged you into the waves to swim with him about an hour ago. Niall’s pale skin on his shoulders, cheeks, and nose were tinted a light shade of pink. It didn’t look too bad but you knew he was gonna act like a little baby and whine about the slight sunburn later.

“Fine, help me up.” You replied stretching your arms out as he stood, grabbed your hands and pulled you up with him. As you turned to walk away he slapped your bum making you let out a squeal and turn around and glare at him.

“What? You had sand on your bum, I’m just helpin’ me girl out.” He smirked.

“Yeah, okay. Now come on, I thought you wanted a beer.” Grabbing his hand you walked to the little hut that was set up by the board walk, finding two bar stools you sat waiting to be served by one of the boys across the counter.

Niall and you chatted for a minute before a boy, that was around your age, came to take your order. “I’ll have a guinness.” He told the server. The boy than turned to you and looked you up and down, “What will you be having gorgeous?” He asked, obviously trying to flirt with you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Niall’s body language change and he became more stiff, his jealousy kicking in. “A margarita.” You answered simply, hoping the guy would take the hint that you weren’t interested.

As the server walked away Niall watched him the whole time, probably hoping he’d making him burst into flames just from his stare. “Ni, stop, it’s fine. He’s flirting and messing around, I’m not interested so you have nothing to worry about.” The last thing you wanted was for Niall to make a scene.

“That’s not the point (Y/N), we fuckn’ walked over here holdn’ hands so it’s not like he doesn’t know we’re together. What type of dick flirts with a girl in front of her boyfriend.” You could tell that he was angry because his accent suddenly got a lot thicker

Before you could tell him to calm down the server walked over again. He simply placed Niall’s beer on the bar, not even sparing him a glance, while he handed you your drink. “Here you go beautiful. My name is Jordan by the way.” He said. Instead of leaving Jordan leaned against the bar and looked you up and down once more, you could tell he kept looking at you boobs. “You’re not gonna tell me your name, love?” Jordan smirked, he obviously didn’t care that Niall was giving him a death stare.

“Uh, my name is (Y/N).” You answered back, hoping that if you just old him he’d go away.

“A gorgeous name for a  gorgeous women.”

A blush was now prominent on your cheeks as the server continued to stare at your body. Niall reached over and gripped your hand before turning to Jordan, “Yeah it is. Now can ya leave me girl alone and stop lookin’ at her tits.” This didn’t help your embarrassment at all, “Jesus, Ni, calm down. Please. I’d rather not cause a scene.” You scolded your boyfriend.

“Sorry man,” The boy chuckled, “Your girls bod is just too hot, I can’t help but take it all in.”

“Fuck off.” Niall said taking one last sip of his beer before he got up off the stool and helped you down off of yours, “I’m not gonna sit here and let ya talk about and look at her like she’s just somethin’ you’d like to jack off to, because god knows yer not gettin’ any women acting like that.” He spat before he turned and dragged you down the beach.

Once when you were far enough away from the bar Niall stopped and turned to look at you, “I’m sorry about all that darlin’.” He said before kissing your forehead sweetly.

“I love when you get all over protective, it’s so adorable.” You giggled, lightly pinching his chubby cheeks, “But let’s go back to the room and have some of that fun you wanted earlier.”


sorry its really short, hoped you liked it 

twitter: heartbrokennjh // wattpad: brokenboyclifford

Who Are You? Part 1 ft. Mark of GOT7

~Slight Angst

“Heyyyy!” Jackson said happily swing his arm around your shoulders as you were walking through the school’s parking lot looking for your car. “You going to Mark’s tonight after the basketball game?!.”

“Uhhhh, idk. Not in the mood for partying Jackson.” You said unlocking your car.

“Well you’re never in the mood for partying” he laughed “but this one you have to come to! Its our last after party for the season! And your a cheerleader! What kind of cheerleader skips out on parties?” He urged leaning on your drivers door not letting you into your car.

“Common Jacks” you said trying to push him over with no progress. “I have hw to get done before the game. And you know I don’t like parties.”

“Yeah but you use to come. So why don’t you anymore?”

“I just don’t want to Jacks.” You said giving up and leaning on the car with him.

“That’s not an answer Y/n. I want a legitimate answer.”

“Because I don’t wanna be around Mark.” You said softly. Jackson sighed.

“I won’t force you anymore then” he said standing up straight facing you. “But just think about okay? It’s our last one.” You nodded. You got into your car and began driving away.

Jackson looked after you until your car disappeared off the lot. He headed back inside for practice before the game. On his way in he ran into Mark talking to some girls. Mark nodded in Jackson direction, Jackson nodded back then headed over to the bleachers.
He didn’t get it. Mark likes you. He knew he did. The dumbass got really drunk one night and spilled the beans to him. So why has Mark been such an ass to you recently? He’s basically just shrugs you off whenever you try to speak to him. He’s surrounded himself with these girls he never had any interest in. But through all of it, Jackson can still see him looking at you the way he always has. Mark still obviously has feelings for you, yet his actions are showing the complete opposite.
Lost in his thoughts Jackson didn’t notice Mark come in for practice. So when Jinyoung asked why you weren’t coming to the gathering, Jackson had told him it was because of Mark. Jinyoung was the only other person who knew your feelings towards Mark, besides Jackson and JB. So Jinyoung understood. But Mark who was standing nearby overheard.

It was a couple of hours later now, the game ended, and you were packing up your duffle to head home. You had been dropped off by you roommate so unfortunately you couldn’t just runaway right after. You were stuck waiting for JB to give you a ride since you were neighbors.

“Y/nnnnnn!” You can hear Jackson’s voice from a distance. You looked up to see him coming out from the locker room followed by the rest of his teammates. JB ran over to you with his duffle in one had and his keys in the other.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yep just waiting for you.” You smiled.
Jackson, Jinyoung, and Mark had reached you both now.

“So did you change your mind?” Jinyoung asked ruffling your hair. You glanced at Mark who was looking off in another direction. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t think I should go.”

“Why not?!” Jackson whined.
JB swung his arm around you shoulder.

“Let’s just go for a bit, I’ll take you home whenever you want.” JB said.
You laughed.

“You sure you’re not gonna get drunk like the last time?”

“Okay no promises” JB laughed.

“You know I can’t drive a stick shift Jae”

“Then we’ll sleep over no big deal. I have your extra duffle in the back of my car anyways.” He urged.

“Fine.” You said giving up, knowing they just push it until you said yes anyways.

“Yes!” Jackson jumped hugging you. “We’ll see you there!”
He, Jinyoung and Mark began walking towards their cars.

“You gonna be okay right?” JB asked feeling a bit guilty for pressuring you to go.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you said getting into his car.
It was a silent drive to Mark’s house, not awkward or anything but you just didn’t want to talk.

It was a while now into the party, and you had lost track of JB. But that was technically your fault. You hid yourself away from everyone anyways. You really didn’t wanna be there, but you also didn’t wanna ruin your friends time. You found JB half passed out on the couch. You had to help him into Mark’s room to sleep.

“Man… why are you so heavy?” You asked laying him on Mark’s bed. JB chuckled pulled you into a hug.

“I love you so much! What would I do without you?! You’re my best friend! But shhhhhh don’t tell the boys that!” And with that, he knocked out. You shook you head and laughed.
It looked like you’d have to spend the night at Mark’s now. The rest of the guys were drunk to. You stepped back into the hall and slowly shut the door so that you wouldn’t disturb him. When you turned around you found Mark leaning against the the opposite side of the door. You paused wondering if you should say anything, you decided not to and started walking, but Mark pulled you back trapping you between the wall and his arms.
He smirked.

“How about you and me find some privacy?” You could practically smell the alcohol on him.

“How about you sober up?” You said trying to push through but he kept a firm grip on you.

“Common. I know you want to?” He said inching closer. You used all your strength to push him off. He chuckled.
You walked into the living room to see that the party had ended. Jinyoung and Jackson had fallen asleep on the couches. Looking outside into Mark’s backyard where it seemed clear you headed through the glass doors.
-Maybe Mark just went to sleep- you were thinking to yourself, but you heard the glass door slid shut and footsteps approaching you. You tried to walk but Mark already had a grip on you wrist.

He spun you to face him, smirk still evident on his face even under the moonlight.

“Leave me alone Mark.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“I know you want me” he said looking at you.

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You replied coldly.
He let go.

“Why? Is it cause I’m not JB?!” He said angrily.

“What?!” You asked.

“Because I’m not him. I’m not your precious Jaebum. That’s why you don’t wanna be with me? What am I not good enough for you?!”

“What are you even talking about Mark?!” You answered irritated.

“ I know you didn’t wanna come here because of me. I over heard the guys talk about it. But the moment JB suggested it you said yes.” Mark looked angry.

“So why does that matter to you? It’s not like you would’ve wanted me here anyways! You have all those girls hanging around you now!” You spat back boiling.

“Because you should be mine! I don’t give a damn about those girls! But you don’t seem to give a crap about me! Because of him, I can’t be with you!” He yelled back.

“Sober up. Then talk to me.”

“I am fucking sober! I had one beer the rest were from people spilling on me! So talk to me. Tell me what so great about JB?!”

“JB isn’t the reason you idiot! You are!” And with that it all spilt out. “You know damn well that he and I are just friends. And we’ve been friends since we were kids! I should be yours?! Excuse me?! Am I property now? Well isn’t that amazing? The “oh so fabulous” Mark Tuan wants me! Well I don’t want that! You care about me? Are you sure? Because for the past few months it sure has hell didn’t seem like it! Ever since your high school friends came back into you life you’ve completely changed. In the beginning it was just around them. And then slowly you started acting that way around us. But you know what really drove it home?! The moment I was no longer relevant to your new “lifestyle”. Where’s the Mark I meet during freshmen year? Where’s the Mark that live with me in library just to help me study for finals? Where’s the Mark that never gave a damn about what other people though? So you wanna know why I don’t wanna be with you Mark?! Because who you are right now, that’s not the Mark the I fell in love with!“

~~~~ Hiiiii! So I’m not entirely sure how this will end, or how long it will be. But this just came into mind and I just have to write it.

Fireworks Have Been Claimed By The Gays

Anon asked: PICTURE THIS! (trumpet sound!) Michael Mell and the gang go to a firework show nearby. The fireworks weren’t the only thing Michael was gazing at though. *An AU where Michael and Jeremy meet at a fireworks show* I just got back from a firework show and this idea popped up in my mind. Your stories give me LIFE! Keep it up!

1) no YOU give me life, random citizen
2) this is really fucking cute whhhhat the hell i…fuuuK
3) I know I have other stuff to write I’m sorry if yours has been sitting but I’m writing this because the 4th was recent and *sets off popper* America

Michael nodded proudly to himself as he stared at his very expert packing. Inside the cooler in front of him were cans of Mountain Dew, Dr Pepper, Coke, and various fruit juices. Right on top of the cooler was a beach bag, it’s handle looped with the coolers long one. Inside were ghost pepper balls, swedish fish, oreo dippers, and Cheetos Puffcorn. He could not wait to get this party started, he had been invited by a group of really cool kids to go to the boardwalk and watch the fireworks. He brought a towel and bathing suit with him, but in all honesty he probably would just sit on the sand and watch everyone fuck around.

As he shoved his towel into the snack nag he realized that he had no idea how he got invited to this. For a bit he had been kinda friends with Rich after the shorter of the two randomly apologized to him for being a huge dick the past few years. Then from there Rich forced him to be friends with Jake and he kept getting swallowed up into forced friendships. He didn’t mind though, just a year ago he had no friends and now six? Shit he was living on air.

He got a message from Rich, he swiveled around on his heels and danced to the beat of music playing loudly in his room, picking up the phone in the middle of the dance.

‘u still pickin me up?’

'Yah dude I’ll be there soon ❤!’


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To the Stars

‘Everlasting life? I imagine it would be kind of lonely.’

In the ruins of Zurich, with death looming over them a decision has to be made…and sometimes even those who possess the heart of a star can’t live forever.

Inspired by @infinite-atmosphere​ and this POST. Epilogue can be found HERE

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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I Got Married?!

“Shut up!” Jack groaned, his hand blindly searching for the source of the annoying beeping, but when his hand landed on a warm body instead of the small rectangle that was his phone, he lifted his head. “Joe?”

“Will you please turn that off?!” The older man snapped, rolling over onto his side, tugging the blanket over his head.

Ignoring the fact that one of his best mates was laying in bed with him, Jack quickly found his phone, silencing the alarm. After glancing at the time, grimacing at how late in the day it already was, he tossed it onto the small dresser beside the table.

Flipping over onto his back, he lifted a hand to his temple, rubbing it as his head throbbed. How much did they drink last night?


“Piss off.”

“It’s like one in the afternoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

Letting out a noise of frustration, Joe pushed the blanket off of him, shifting so he was facing Jack, his hair messed up and his eyes bloodshot, “You aren’t going to shut up, are you?”

“Hey, I feel like shit too.” Jack turned his head to look over at him, “And all I did was ask a question.”

“No,” Joe mumbled, his left hand coming up to his face, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye, “I remember noth— what the hell?!” He rolled forward slightly as Jack suddenly grabbed his hand, bringing it closer to his face.

“Why the hell do you have a ring on your finger?!”

“What!” Joe yanked his hand back, eyes widening as he noticed the band around his fourth finger, “I got married?!”

“Who the hell did you get married to though?” Jack questioned, and then his tired mind caught up to him.

Because it reminded him that he was laying in bed next to one of his best mates, both hung over and unable to remember the night prior, and Jack was fairly sure Joe was just as naked as he was.

Slowly, he lifted his own left hand, gulping when he saw the matching band on his finger.

“We got married?” Joe’s voice was a lot quieter this time, and Jack looked back over at him, although the familiar blue eyes were gazing at the ring on his finger.

Now that the blanket wasn’t pulled over Joe’s head, Jack could see the bruises along the other man’s neck, and he felt his cheeks burn, because he had an idea of where those came from.

“Uhm,” Joe’s eyes snapped up to meet Jack’s, “I think we did more than just get married.”

“Excuse me?”

“You…well, on your neck…there’s….” Jack stumbled over his words, but when Joe’s mouth fell open in a small ‘o’, he assumed that Joe had caught on to what he was saying.

“You too.” Joe muttered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.



“We’re married.”

“Is marriage even legal in Vegas?”


“Even if we did it extremely drunk?”

“Yes,” Jack sighed, throwing an arm over his face.

His mind was racing, trying to figure out how he felt about the entire thing.

It was one thing to be drunkenly married, but they had also consummated the marriage, and that was the part that confused Jack the most. Because there was flashes of that moment popping up in his head, and instead of his body filling with regret and disgust, it was filling with lust and desire.

He wanted it to happen again.

He had been trying to deny the hidden feelings he had for Joe for a while now, not wanting to mess up their friendship, but seeing as how their friendship was never going to be the same after this, he decided to simply embrace the feelings his body was currently flooding with.

He liked Joe. And he also happened to be married to him now.

Well, shit.

“Jack,” Joe spoke timidly, and the younger man shifted his arm to peek over at him, “What do you want to do?”

“About us getting married? I’m sure we can get it reversed. Probably a normal thing.”

“I mean about…” Joe trailed off, his cheeks flushing again, “About us sleeping together.”

“Oh. Uhm, well…what do you want to do?”

Joe remained quiet, his eyes on the blanket as he picked at it, and Jack felt his heart thump loudly in his chest, worrying clawing at him.

“We’ll just forget it.” Jack finally blurted out, sitting up as his arm fell to the bed. “We’ll pretend it never happened. Shouldn’t be hard since we don’t really remember last night anyways.”

“But…” Joe sat up as well, the blanket pooling around his hips, “But what if I don’t want to? What if I want to remember it…”

Jack’s head snapped over to Joe, his breath catching for a moment. “What did you just say?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just made this so much worse,” Joe began to push the blankets to the side, making to get out of the bed, but was stopped as Jack reached out, grabbing his arm and tugging him back towards him, their lips crashing together.

Joe let out a small oomph at the sudden contact before melting into the kiss, his body leaning into Jack.

“I want to remember it too.” The younger man explained once they had pulled apart.

“Or we could just make new memories…” Joe smirked, pushing Jack back down onto the bed.

“Or we could do that.” Jack grinned, tugging Joe so he fell down against him, their lips meeting once again.

They could figure out the whole marriage thing later.

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Air of the Night - *Request*

Requested by: @awesome-logic123! I hope you enjoy it!

Description: You’re a famous dancer that attends parties randomly in LA, but only because your best friend, Kelsey, drags you to them. At this particularly popular party, you bump into Jack Avery and something inside you sparks.

Warnings/Rating: None, PG

You groaned as Kelsey squealed, spinning her finger around so you’d spin around for her. You didn’t enjoy feeling so exposed in the tight fabric, but kelsey insisted it looked wonderful on your body. You sighed and spun around for her, the sash of fabric across your chest flowing a little bit.

“I don’t like it,” you stated firmly to your best friend.

“But it looks so good on you!” Kelsey frowned. “C’mon, Y/N/N, just try it.”

“I don’t prefer my butt to look huge, thanks,” you told her and turned back towards your room. “I’m going to go put something else on.”

Kelsey just sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to win this battle. She was already dragging you to a party you really didn’t want to go to, seeing as crowds weren’t your forte. After a few minutes, you came back out in black skinny jeans and a cropped sweater that said ‘oh yeah’. Kelsey just shook her head as you grabbed your wallet and phone.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I please get a Reaper fic where Reader is ex-BlackWatch and now lives a normal life but he's sent by Talon to kill her, is he able to kill is previous lover and second in command or does he let her go? o:

I see him doing both…? So I wrote both!

He entered the apartment that looked so familiar. He never thought he’d see this place ever again, not since what happened in Switzerland - and what happened to Blackwatch.

He hadn’t seen you since and even though a part of him wanted to visit you, he couldn’t. He changed - he belonged to Talon now.

He heard the door unlocking and turned around, looking at you. Once you saw him, you gasped out of fear.

Raising his gun, he pointed it right at your temple.

You still looked the same… Your hair was a bit longer and your eyes had a deeper colour, but still the same nonetheless.

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33/50 - “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Kevin, Nicky, Matt, Aaron/minor andreil
Summary: Allison has important meetings to attend in different countries. Kevin has the final game of his college career and finals. By the end of it Andrew feels a way about babies.

A/N: Since there was no pairing, I just wrote a fic about the last two weeks of Kevin’s fifth year with the Foxes. There’s some minor andreil. I don’t even know who I wrote about.

Part 4 of Allison and Kevin get drunk, have sex and have a baby.

Part 1 - “Could you be any louder?”
Part 2 - “Don’t call me that!”
Part 3 - “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

“Again!” Kevin called down the court and the rest of the Foxes groaned.

“Last I checked,” Nicky huffed, hunched over with his hands on his knees. “You’re not our captain.”

Kevin stood with one hand on his hip and the other clutching his racquet. He glanced rakishly in Neil’s direction.

Neil gave Kevin a hard look and called out, “Again!”

Andrew handed Neil his racquet and walked off the court. The others complained about the unfairness of it all.

“Why does he get to leave?” Jack demanded.

“How many times have you scored on in him in two years?” Kevin returned flatly.

“I’m sure the fact that he blows our captain has nothing to do with it,” Sheena groused.

Neil pursed his lips. “If you want to try to stop him next time, be my guest. You’re all welcome to try.” He paused a beat, staring blankly at all of them. “That’s what I thought.”

His team all looked past him excitedly and he sighed. “What now?”

Kevin and Neil both turned to see what the others were looking at. Kevin groaned.


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anonymous asked:

Omgggg pls continue the wet dream septiplier

I’m not sure why I wrote this in a slightly different format but, YES, this is the sequel/continuation of the wet dream septiplier thing I wrote a few days back. There’s some low-key praise kink on Jack’s part and a little surprise at the end. Enjoy!

Mark sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and reaching over to turn on the lamp sitting on the bedside table. He heard Jack inhale suddenly and grumble in frustration, obviously having been woken up by Mark’s movement. By the time Jack had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, Mark had retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

One of Mark’s hands was gripping the edge of the marbled countertop, the other running through his hair as he inhaled deeply. That hadn’t happened, that couldn’t have happened.

Mark turned on the cold tap, splashing his face a few times before looking in the mirror. Jack was probably saying “fuck” or something, his accent probably just muddled it up and made it sound like “Mark”, right? Fuck. He continued to stare into the mirror, watching his blush fade, until he felt ready to return to the bed he was sharing with his best friend. With one last deep breath, Mark opened the bathroom door and walked back into the main hotel room.


Jack was sitting up in bed, the light turned on and phone in hand. Mark momentarily contemplated booking it back into the bathroom but he was pretty sure Jack had already seen him and would consider that a bit suspicious. As he approached the bed, Jack looked up and smiled at Mark.

Fuck, he was pretty.

“Hey man,” Jack put down his phone and gave him a concerned look, “You sick?”

“No, no…” Mark couldn’t hold eye contact for more than two seconds without his face flushing a deep shade of red.

“Are you sure? You look like you might have a fever,” Jack reached forward to feel Mark’s face, but the older man just kept his head down as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Mark what’s wrong?”

Mark let out a shaky laugh, “You, uh… you talk in your sleep…”

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise, his mouth opened slightly as though he wanted to say something but just couldn’t quite bring himself to. He knew exactly what Mark meant. His face was bright red and the blush was quickly spreading to his ears. “I…I’m sorry, man…I can sleep on the floor if you want, I’ll ju-”

“No!” Mark interrupted, “I mean…It’s okay, it happens, man.”

There was a momentary pause before Mark turned to look at Jack. He could hear his own heart pounding; nothing felt real.

“I just,” Mark’s brain was screaming at him to stop, to say that he was just sick but too embarrassed to admit it and go to bed, but he needed to know for sure, “Were you… In the dream… Did you say my name?”

Jack looked up at Mark, his eyes so wide that every bit of blue was exposed “I,” he stopped himself suddenly, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, “Yes, I did. I’m sorry Mark, I don’t know-”

The kiss was sudden, lips and teeth crashing into one another with an unfamiliar urgency. Mark’s hand was warm and rough against Jack’s face, his calloused fingertips and palm gently pulling him closer as he reached up to wrap his own arms around the older man’s neck.

They were anything but graceful, nerves and desperation culminating in a mess of teeth and tongue and hands running over necks and shoulders, but it was absolutely perfect. Jack leaned back, sinking down into the pillows and pulling Mark on top of him. Their lips parted and Mark pulled back to look down at Jack. He was still blushing but his lips had curled into a delicate smile, and his eyes were fucking sparkling.

Mark watched his hand as it slipped from Jack’s face to his neck, causing the younger to close his eyes and gasp in quiet pleasure. His hand continued to move downward, fingers trailing along Jack’s chest and stomach.

“Are you…” Mark’s voice was low and rumbling, sending shivers throughout Jack’s body, “Is this okay?”

Jack could barely bring himself to speak, he was overcome with burning desire, trembling arousal. “Yes,” he breathed, reaching up to run his hands over Mark’s toned shoulders and chest, “God, I want you.”

The words sent a wave of desire crashing over Mark, and he dipped his head to run his lips over the shell of Jack’s ear, humming deep in his throat. Jack continued to run his hand’s over Mark’s body, hesitating over the waistband of Mark’s bottoms. He felt Mark’s lips against his neck, each kiss urging him to go further as he slowly slipped his fingers underneath the elastic of both his boxers and pajamas, pushing them down until his erection sprang free.

Mark bit his lip, sitting up on his knees to pull his bottoms the rest of the way off before leaning forward to run his lips over the subtle lines of muscle protruding from Jack’s lower abdomen. His head rolled back, mouth falling open with a much less subtle moan as he reached down to bury his hand in the mass of red hair atop Mark’s head.

Gentle kisses soon turned to nips and bites as Mark worked Jack’s bottoms off of his body, exposing his twitching cock and even more room for Mark to litter with deep splotches of red and purple. Jack’s moans were growing increasingly desperate, his hips bucking and hands grasping at anything they could.

“Mark, please,” Jack was breathless, completely consumed by want. Mark crawled his way up Jack’s body, eyes gleaming and mouth pulled into a smirk; it was literally Jack’s dream come true.

Their bodies aligned perfectly, fit against one another like they’re been custom made to do just that. Mark leaned his forehead against Jack’s, looking down as he too both of their throbbing erections into his hand.

Jack’s breathing hitched, a moan catching in his throat as Mark began to move his hand over their lengths. He let his head fall to the side, begging Mark to leave his neck covered in bruises a bite marks. Mark gladly obliged, growling against the sensitive skin as he increase the speed and intensity of his movements. Fingernails ran down Mark’s back and dug into his hip, finally evoking a fully fledged moan from him.

Jack felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge with every breath, every movement, every sound. He never wanted this to end but he wanted to come, needed to come, so badly. Mark was now running his thumb over both of their heads, mixing precum as he slid back and forth over the hypersensitive skin. He lifted his head to look down at Jack once more, hair falling into his eyes as he breathed, “Fuck…so pretty, Jack…so pretty under me like this…”

With that, Jack was coming onto his stomach, back arched and head thrown back, choking out one last moan. Mark continued jacking himself off, never letting go of Jack. The sensation was too much, bursts of pain and pleasure racking his body. He sputtered and whined, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. He grabbed Mark’s arm but immediately mewled, “Don’t stop.”

Mark continued his movement, relishing in Jack’s overstimulation, until he came over Jack’s chest with a deep, rumbling moan.

Meanwhile, across the hall:

“I don’t know, man,” Ken ran his fingers through Felix’s hair, adoring the familiar feeling of stubble scratching his chest, “It just feels kind of weird, you know?”

“Well, we couldn’t just book ourselves a single-bed room accidentally,” Felix raised his hands to make air quotes as he spoke the last word, “That would look suspicious as fuck.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ken laughed, “Plus, it’s not like we’re trying to set them up or anything,” he over exaggerated every word, his tone insincere to say the the least.

There was a moment of silence as Felix looked up at the bearded man, eyes narrowing. He matched Ken’s tone, dragging out the word and nodding slowly, “Right.”

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Jack was, ostensibly, at the convention to promote his new movie to the excitable masses cramming the exhibit halls. There was a massive display overwhelming the movie studio’s booth, complete with a heavily detailed sculpture of a crashed, sci-fi spacecraft and a dynamic, bigger-than-lifesize statue of the character that Jack was playing.

However, the actor seemed more interested in flirting than talking any details about the film. Every time a fan or interviewer tried to steer the conversation in that direction, Jack would turn it back around to complimenting their body or hair or smell, or running into a long anecdote only distantly related to the movie’s production. Rhys did his best to try to keep Jack from getting too off base, without potentially offending the actor. The last thing he wanted to do was earn his hero’s ire while there were literally hundreds of professional as well as amateur cameras pointed in their direction.

He gently interrupted one of Jack’s trailing monologues to remind the actor and the interviewer that the signing was about to start, flinching as Jack turned to him and shot him a look that made Rhys feel like he was having an aneurysm. He took in a sharp breath of relief as Jack’s expression melted into something amused as Jack shrugged off the still running camera to make his way over to the line brimming with thrilled fans.

Rhys stood obediently apart from Jack as the actor sat at the booth’s signing table, scribbling his name with a fat golden pen on countless posters and glossy pictures of himself, as well as the occasional bit of fan merchandise. Jack seemed particularly amused by the 3D-printed bust of himself and the lacy, bright yellow and black bra. The latter made him laugh aloud, winking at the blushing girl who’d given it to him before signing on the inside of the still-warm cup.

The growling feeling in his stomach that had wound up when Rhys had seen Jack kiss Nisha Kadam sprung up again as the actor dared to press his lips against the padded insert of the bra, sending the girl and her friend into a fit of giggles as they were nudged away from Jack by the equally eager fans behind them.

Rhys’ eyes fell lazily to the table, watching as Jack’s broad, tanned hands swirled his liquid signature on picture after picture, the shiny ring on his finger and the wet gold of his pen’s ink glinting gently in the bright overhead lights. He wonders if he has anything good on him that Jack would sign for him. Back at the volunteer lockers he had his souvenir book, or maybe Jack would sign his convention badge? Or, maybe he could buy one of the many attractive headshots and movie stills laid out glossy and smelling of fresh ink on the signing table.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A smile flittered across Rhys’ face as he saw it was a selfie from Vaughn, in his Thor armor and the sleek blond wig Rhys had helped him style the night before the convention. It didn’t look half bad for what was kind of a hack job, and his bro looked happy, having found a couple other Marvel cosplayers to hang out with.

Drinks later? :)” Came the text a couple seconds later. Rhys chuckled, replying quickly with a “im gonna need it.

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You are mine

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Originally posted by jonmoxlcy

Jeremiah Crane/ OC for: @pyschoticsexpot

Request: Lucha Underground with Jeremiah. He thinks he’s in love with Catrina but his true soul mate is Snow Iero (OC). 5'9, White hair, Ice blue eyes. A lot darker than Catrina could ever be.

Warnings: PG-13 Slightly dark in the sense that there is mentions of blood, sex, and curse words.

Do you know how sick it is to hear the person that you are completely in love with go fully insane over another woman? Hear them talk about every perfection they have. How they find the person’s demeanor enticing and having to hear what they would like to do to them? It’s fucked up. COMPLETELY fucked up.

Catrina is so beautiful.

Catrina has such a great body.

Catrina is so dominating. You think she is like that in bed too?

God what I would do to have her tongue lick every inch-

“Shut the fuck up Jeremiah” I was seething day after day I had to hear the same shit! What does he see in her anyways? She is weak. She had nothing on me. For fuck sakes I’m his soul mate! Jeremiah Crane is mine. Not hers! Will never be hers or anyone else. He was going to find that out real soon because if one thing is for sure Snow Iero is not someone you should fuck with.

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I keep having thoughts about Jack and how he went about getting his camera and this idea of Bob buying it for him has like hardcore stuck in my head.

After Jack came home from the hospital there was a period of time where everyone was almost being reacquainted with each other. It only took a week or so for Bob to notice that, aside from hockey and working out, he didn’t really have any sort of hobbies. Most days he’d find Jack in his bedroom reading whatever books he found around the house or in the living room watching reruns of Modern Marvels.

And one day Bob is grabbing a glass of water out of the tap and catches a glimpse of Jack out in the backyard with his phone, trying to get a picture of this bird that’s sat on a low branch. When Jack wandered in later, Bob casually brought up the fact that he saw him and Jack shyly handed over his phone so Bob could look through the handful of pictures he took. While they weren’t exactly masterpieces, considering the crappy camera quality, they were nice pictures and just looking at Jack’s face he seemed calm and happy, and silently proud of his pictures though maybe slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught.

The next morning when Jack came out for his usual breakfast of Cheerios, his dad was sat at the counter with a cup of coffee, a box wrapped up in snowflake wrapping paper sat in front of his normal seat at the breakfast bar.

“What’s this?” Jack asked, an eyebrow raising slightly. Maman’s birthday wasn’t for another couple of months, and his own not for a few weeks still, and it certainly wasn’t Christmas or the New Year.

“Just a little something for you, Jacko. Open it?” He replied, giving him an encouraging smile.

Quietly, Jack reached forward and pulled the tape from one end of the box before tearing the paper off of the top and pushing it down around the bottom of the box. His eyes looked it over slowly, reading over specs and claims before his gaze flickered back up to his dad.


“I really thought those pictures of yours turned out well. Now, I admittedly don’t know much about cameras but this is suppose to be top of the line, so it should last you a little while. I hope you like it, Jack.” He said as he helped him pull away the paper from underneath of the box. He hoped this would be something that Jack could do for himself, just something to do for fun.

Jack was quiet for several long moments, his finger lightly running against the edge of the box. Bob began to wonder if maybe he had read Jack wrong, if maybe he had stepped over the line, if he had unintentionally pushed his son even further away when all he was trying to do was gently take him by the hand and lead him back.

“I do like it. Thank you, Papa.” And for a split second he thought he saw a genuine smile flash across Jack’s face as he carefully went about opening the box. Relief flooded Bob as he watched his son with a fond smile, watching as he obviously tried to keep his cool while he took out everything in the box and set it in a neat line across the counter top.

“It only comes with one lens and the standard strap but I thought that maybe, if you wanted to, we could go into town this afternoon and maybe pick out some things? Just some basic stuff to get you started out and we could work from there.” He suggested with what he hoped looked like a relaxed shrug. “It’s up to you, though. I’m sure you don’t want your old fart of a dad cramping your style or anything.”

Jack let out a small snort as he flipped through the user manual, dogearring a couple of pages here and there. “Guess you could come. Only if you plan on buying us lunch too, old fart.” Jack’s eyes met Bob’s and he gave him the smallest of smiles, the first one that had been directed at him for the longest time.

It was small, but it was certainly a step in the right direction.
Brother Vs. Girlfriend - Jack Maynard Imagine

Requested by @harusaru07: “Hey! Can you do like jack is filming the girlfriend vs brother video? Thatll be lovely if you can! Thank you bery much ❤️”

“Conor please sit down so we can start filming,” Jack yelled to Conor who was in the kitchen doing god knows what. He turned to you next. “Are you all ready?”

“I don’t know, does my hair look okay?” You asked, craning your neck to see yourself in the mirror across the room. “It’s been acting weird all day.”

“Your hair looks perfect, Y/N” He said, flashing you one of those smiles that would make you go weak at the knees if you weren’t already sitting. “Well you’re not very helpful, I suppose you would have said that even if I looked like I had swapped out my hair for a birds nest.” You looked to Conor who was just taking his seat on the other side of Jack. “Conor?”

Conor squinted at you, looking closely at your hair for a second. “Oh my god, is that an egg hatching in there?” He joked.

“Useless! The both of you!” You said, giving the brothers playful pushes. They both acted as if you’d pushed them with all the strength you had, Jack leaning over onto Conor who then fell off his seat onto the floor.

“Alright, alright,” Jack started, looking into the camera, once you were all done laughing and back in your seats. “Today we’re doing the Brother Vs. Girlfriend challenge. Over here,” he pointed to Conor, “is my girlfriend Conor, and on my other side,” he said pointing to you, “is my brother Y/N.” You and Conor looked at Jack until he’d realized his mistake. “Wait no, that’s not right at all.” All three of you burst out laughing immediately.

“I didn’t know you wanted me like that” Conor said, using his fake seductive voice. “That’s a little weird but I’m into it.”

“Anyways!” Jack cut off Conor as quickly as possible, carrying on to explain the challenge. You and Jack had already done a brother vs. boyfriend challenge on your own channel a few weeks ago and Jack had done really well so you were feeling a bit of pressure to do well yourself.

“First question!” Jack started. “What is my current favorite movie?”

Your mind blanked, trying to think back to all the movie dates you’d gone on with Jack. Before you could even think of one you heard Conor buzz in.


“The Hangover!”

“Correct! That’s one point to Conor, not a good start for you, Y/N.” He joked. “Question number two!” He carried on. “If you were to take me to my favorite restaurant, where would we go?”

This was one you knew for sure but before you could bring the name of the place to mind and buzz in, you heard Conor again.


“Correct again! Two points to Conor and none to Y/N…” He turned to you with a look of fake disapproval, shaking his head. You knew it was all just fun but you were starting to get nervous anyways. The video carried on, with you only getting one question right, the rest you either didn’t know the answer to or Conor was too quick. You were amazed by how much Conor knew about his brother, and disappointed with yourself for not knowing your own boyfriend better. “Well that was the last question and it looks like Conor won, with 9 points, while Y/N only got one.”

“I don’t know Jack,” Conor said. “It looks like you might need to get a new girlfriend!” You knew he was absolutely joking but the comment still hurt, especially considering Jack laughed at it.

“Alright, that’s all for this week’s video. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe, and subscribe to Conor and Y/N as well of course. I’ll see you all next week!”

As soon as Jack finished his sign off, before he even turned off the camera, you crossed your arms over your chest, pouting.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, noticing the look on your face.

“You did so well in my video and then I barely knew anything in yours.” You complained. “All your subscribers are going to hate me when they see the video! I feel like an awful girlfriend!”

Jack looked at Conor, who made a strange face back at him, something resembling guilt.

“I feel bad.” Jack said to Conor. “We should tell her.”

“Tell me what?!” You asked, suspicious now.

“We rigged the game.” Jack explained, looking back at you. “I told Conor all the answers beforehand as a prank.”

“Yeah I never would have known any of those answers otherwise,” Conor continued. “You probably would have crushed me.”

“It’s actually amazing that you got one of them right considering Conor was cheating!” Jack said. As soon as your brain digested what had happened, you were flooded with relief.

“You mean I’m not an awful girlfriend?” You asked and Jack laughed.

“Not at all, you’re the best girlfriend I could have asked for!” He said reassuringly. As soon as the relief passed, you remembered you were angry at the boys for trying to pull one over on you.

“Hey wait a minute. Fuck you guys for pranking me!” You said, pulling a pillow off the couch as your weapon for revenge. The brothers squealed and ran for cover, apologizing profusely as you chased them down. The video ended with Jack popping his head into frame whispering “help us.”

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And or possibly 21. “You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” with stackson?

some very minor nsfw; mostly fluff and hurt/comfort, and Stiles and Jackson being Stiles and Jackson


Stiles was just on the verge of falling asleep when he heard three quick knocks on the front door.

He opened his eyes, blinking at his dark bedroom, unsure if he’d imagined the sound or not.  His dad was on the late shift at the station and literally never forgot his keys and Stiles wasn’t exactly expecting any other visitors at – he glanced sleepily at his clock, red numbers blurry until he focused – almost 1am on a Tuesday.

He’d just let his eyes slip shut again when the knock sounded again.  With a groan, he sat up and swung his legs out of bed, rubbing a hand across his eyes.  He checked his phone as he got to his feet.  No new messages.  If it was an emergency, Scott would’ve got in touch with him.  

He left his room, grabbing his bat on the way out, and went downstairs.  The wooden floors were cold beneath his feet as he crossed the hall to the front door. He hesitated for a split second. He doubted a bad guy would be polite enough to knock first, but these days, he wasn’t taking any chances.  He left the door locked and flicked on the porch light, peeling the curtain over the hall window back slightly to peer out, just in time to see Jackson turn away to jog down the steps.

Stiles made quick work of the locks, pulling the door open. “Jacks?”

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Everyone’s Halfas!

Danny closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing as his sister and his parents filed into the room. He felt like he could look everywhere but the table, with Jazz, Maddie, and Jack silent… waiting. (With Jack in his extra-large chair.)

After a few seconds of silence, he took his seat.
“So, Danny?” Jack asked, “You said you needed to… tell us something?”
Danny looked straight ahead. There was no turning back now.

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Laughing Jack: Carnival Fun

You lay in your room on your bed, browsing the internet like always. You looked at all the things you could possible think of to try and cheer yourself up, but nothing worked. You’ve been down in dumps all week long; it seemed like forever ago the last time you actually laughed. You had no idea what had caused this sudden depression, and you couldn’t find a single thing to fix it. Eventually you just accepted it and stuck to being alone in your room. You sigh for the millionth time, when your bedroom door suddenly flies open. Laughing Jack steps through and looks at you, grinning.

“Get up!” He shouts, rushing over to you and pulling at your arms “Get up get up get up!”

“Jesus LJ, what the hell?” You say tiredly, letting him pull you up.

“Hush. No words,” He shoves an unwrapped sucker into your mouth “Your words are sad.” He says. Eyes slightly widened, you go quiet. You barely had the energy to be alive, let alone argue with him.

“Now, Y

, I see you’ve been sad and that-” He suddenly jerks you toward the door “That just wont do!” He shouts horribly loud, making you cringe.

“Shit J, not in my ear.” You speak quietly, your voice clearly tired. LJ grins and leans down to your ear, you can feel his breath on your neck.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He whispers, ginning like a maniac. Pale lips stretches across rows of jagged teeth, you look up at him.

“Jack…what are we doing?” You ask, and against all possibility he smiles wider.

“We, my dear Y/n, we are going…….” He pauses for dramatic affect, taking you by the hand and dragging you through the mansion. When you reach the door he finally exclaims “To my carnival!”

“Oh what fun we will have!” He continues on laughing uncontrollably in between his sentences. He drags you along, talking wildly

“Fun fun, you’re sure to be smiling again! Candy too, always candy, must have candy. Why are you sad Y/n? Sad just wont do!”

You quietly listen to his loud banter the entire way there. Upon arriving at the gates, LJ looks at you and smiles again.

“Let us begin” He says in a dangerously low voice, his eyes dark and full of unpredictability. Before you have time to question, he violently pulls you though the gates, dragging you across the dirt to have the night of your life.

As the moon got higher, so did your spirit. Jack took you on all the rides possible, his carnival truly was endless. By the fifth ride he shoved you into, you were actually smiling. He noticed this, and grinned at you.

“My dear Y/n, don’t ever be sad again.” He says quietly, much like a child. You look at him and smile, “I will try my best, LJ, Ill try my best.”

Hours seemed to pass before you finally began to get tired, but you opted for one last ride. The Farris Wheel. You two climbed in and immediately took off, that was your favorite thing about LJ’s carnival, there were no lines. He knew your favorite part was at the very top where you could look out at the city, when you got there you smiled to yourself.

“The city sure is pretty at night.” You say quietly, staring down at the town. In that moment, you were okay. In that exact moment, you were happy.

One Hour

 “It’s one in the morning, Jack. Why do you need me to come over?”

 “C’mon! It’ll be fun. Just get here!” Jones wasn’t thrilled when he was awoken by a sharp ringing noise from his phone. The last thing he needed was to drive around in the dark to get to Jack’s place, but he didn’t want him to come to Jones’ home. So, he sluggishly dragged himself off the bed, and tried to get dressed enough so that he wouldn’t look like a homeless man on a budget.

  He pulled his van into the small alleyway, with barely enough room to get out.

    “One in the morning. He couldn’t wait till later. Of course.” Jones mumbled to himself as he groggily entered the decaying apartment building near the dock. The calm water always made him feel scared. Something about it didn’t rub him the right way. But, he trudged up the four flights of stairs to get to Jack’s old room. He banged on the door, while he rested his head against the wall. No sleep and forgetting to take his medication was making him all tired and unfocused. The door swung open almost instantly, revealing Jack, or ‘Creeper’ as he liked to be called, standing there. Jones looked up at him with a single bloodshot eye.

 “Why did you need me?” Jones said in a monotone voice, looking back at the floor.

 “I don’t know. Just wanted some company” Jack said smiling at Jones. That pissed him off. He droave all the way there just for nothing? Jones was going to walk away, before Jack snatched his arm and twirled him into the apartment. Jones haphazardly landed half way on the bad, trying to lift himself back up. But, he was soon dragged onto the bed, propped up against a few torn up pillows.

   “You. Me. Watching ‘Breakfast Club’. Let’s go.” Jack said as he leaped onto the bed, this massive feather boa whipping Jones in the face. At that point, he was ready to just get up and leave, but Jack had his arm wrapped around Jones’ shoulders. But enough was enough.

 “Jack, Creeper, whatever. Listen, I need to go. I have work in the morning, and I’m already stressed.” Jones huffed.

 “Wellll…..How about just an hour? Pretty please?” Jack said, staring directly into Jones’ eye. Jones really didn’t want to stay, but he knew Jack would just show up at his home anyways, making it worse. Jones finally agreed, but only after some more convincing and the threat of handcuffs being involved.

    The movie was fine. Sure, Jones’ missed the first half, but it was fine. By the end, he was so sleepy he could barely figure out what was going on. The only reason he was awake was because of Jack’s incessant giggling. By the time the credits were rolling, Jones was so close to just falling asleep he could feel his body getting heavier. But, then he realized that it wasn’t him being tired. It was jack, who was slowly leaning all of his weight onto Jones. But it didn’t matter. He fell asleep anyways.

    “What do you mean it’s eleven!” Jones shouted at Jack, who was trying to shave in the bathroom with a butterknife.

 “It’s eleven. LIke, that happens to be the time. And it’s also when you woke up!” Jones was in a panic now. He was really, really late for work. He had gotten out of his job with the old ‘I was held hostage’ excuse, but it wouldn’t work this time. But, as he frantically scrolled through his missed calls on his phone, he saw quite a weird message from his boss. It stated that ‘Due to recent intel that you have been having some mental difficulties, you are relieved from work for the day’. It was so strange. Jones’ boss had NEVER let him off for anything less than a hostage crisis. Why would he just relieve him out of the blue?

  “Hey uh- hey Jack? Did you talk to my boss?” Jones questioned as he sat himself up on more pillows.

 “Wouldn’t you like to know?”