i can hear your thoughts jack

hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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“Lost and found” - 13 thoughts on symbolism

So, I rewatched the first episode of season 13 and found fascinating symbolism. Some of this has already been talked about, but I think I found a couple of new symbols/imagery, too. Let’s start!

(Screenshots are all mine, please like or reblog if you want to save or use.)

1. Title card:

Many of you have already pointed out the reversed cross, which imo stands for Lucifer. The eye of the nephilim is the central piece here and it severely reminds me of the sun. The outline looks as if there are little sunflares. So the call sign sort of unites Lucifer, Jack and the sun=hope (and of course other meanings concerning the whole sun symbolism going on since forever on the show).

2. Dawn:

When Sam and Dean walk out of the house the sun has just come up over the mountain tops, illuminating the whole scenery and thereby providing hope. They could have shot this scene on a rainy day, to emphasise the desperate situation the brothers are in right now, but no: the sun is shining, not everything is lost. I also like the single ray of sunlight in the first picture. There’s hope, but the boys don’t see it yet.

Fun note: You can see a crew member’s reflection in one of the windows :-)

3. Jack and the rift:

I noticed an orange line on Jack’s chest, which seems to have the exact shape as the rift that led into apocalypse world. Maybe the key to thiat world (and the key to find Mary) can still be found within Jack. At least there appears to be some kind of connection.

4. Reflections during the car ride:

Not only are our boys reflecting about what just happened, you can notice reflections of the sun on Baby or in the camera during this scene. The reflection in the picture above struck me as special, because it’s when Sam asks Dean: “What about Cass?” and at that exact moment the sun’s reflection appears across and in front of Dean in rainbow colours (or mostly purple and blue as can be seen in the screenshot). Well, if that ain’t symbolic… or the luckiest coincidence ever ;-)

5. Sam the anchor:

During the whole scene in the fast food restaurant you can see the anchors from the label in the window (either directly or reflected) above Sam’s shoulders. Imo this means that Sam is everyone’s anchor this season. He’s Dean’s anchor during his grief, someone Dean can rely on and he’s also Jack’s anchor to this world, teaching him and having faith in him. I hope this kind of symbolism will come up in some future episodes, too!

6. Jack is light:

In this scene Jack is highlighted several times by the light coming from the two lamps and the barred window in the cell. I think this illustrates that Jack isn’t per se evil and can bring light into the darkness. Actually just like Lucifer “light bringer” (translation from Latin) was supposed to do at the beginning of time. In contrast to his father, I think Jack could actually achieve bringing the light to our world and humanity.

7. Jack’s t-shirt:

The shirt was the sheriff’s choice and she accidentally picked the right one (yeah, accidents don’t happen accidentally ;-) ). I was able to decipher the writing: “Don’t mess with the bull or you get the horns”. Meaning: Don’t mess with Jack, he can’t control his powers yet and you will regret being at the recieving end of those powers…

8. Light and shadow:

Jack is sitting on a bench completely illuminated by light. He represents the sun, light, hope and positivity. The boys in contrast are sitting in shadow. They don’t see the light yet, they are still in a dark place because of all the recent losses they had to suffer. There is also a distance between them and Jack that has yet to be crossed in order for light to come to the brothers.

9. The prayer:

In the prayer scene Dean walks behind the restaurant seeking privacy. The sun is clearly up in the sky, higlighting almost everything, but not Dean. The world has light and hope again (Lucifer is currently gone), but there’s no such thing for Dean after losing Cass, his mother and even Crowley.

And another interesting reflection of light appears: when Dean prays to get everyone back (especially Cass) we see a rainbow coloured reflection appearing next to him… ;-)

10. The picture in Kelly’s bedrom:

In this picture we can see a ship (standing for Destiel or the brothers or Team Free Will is open to interpretation) on a stormy sea. But there’s also light: some sunrays are breaking through the dark clouds, promising better weather after the storm. Apparently another hint that there’s still hope, even though it doesn’t really look like that for the Winchesters right now.

11. Cass’s deathbed:

Again the sun is shining brightly outside, but the inside of the house, especially the room with Cass’s corpse is dark in comparison. Imo this stands for Dean giving up any hope of seeing Cass again, there’s no silver lining for him to see.

12. The funeral:

This is literally the darkest hour for the Winchesters. They have to burn the bodies, one of them is Cass’s. It’s also sad for Jack, who has to watch his mother and chosen father burn on the funeral pyre. The day comes to a close, the sun goes down and darkness surrounds them all. Is there no hope now that they burn the bodies? No hope that Cass could return? Well, there’s always a new dawn the next day.

I also really liked the shot of Dean’s lighter, the flame has a halo which also reminded me of the sun.

13. Apocalypse world:

Isn’t that the curch from 8x23 “Sacrifice”?!!! Nice parallel. I also noticed that in this world, where Sam and Dean were never born, there is no sunshine. The sky is clouded and you can hear lightning strike all the time. There never was any hope for that world. But maybe Mary can bring some light into it, or even Sam and Dean, who knows?

Okay, that was a long post! Lots and lots of light/sun symbolism! Please share your own thoughts and ideas! :-)


People wanted to see some points on my own Antisepticeye character!

* he’s already dead guys
* Got his scars in a fistfight with Dark
* Has screws in his fingers from torturing Jack
* Looks kinda like he’s falling apart
* Wears the gauges
* Has subtle fangs
* He just hates everyone tbh
* Always looks kinda gross, like bruised and clammy
* Eyes vary between pitch black and glowing green.
* Although they reflect red if you shine a light at him
* Sometimes refers to himself as “we”
* Probably eats exclusively raw eggs and uncooked meat

He’s scary. He’s charismatic, he knows how to make people do things. He’ll manipulate people into doing whatever he wants them to.

When he talks, you can hear Jack’s voice echoing. They don’t quite speak in unison. Similar in rhythm, yes. Like two sides of the same story, simultaneously.

“His body was weak”
“When I was dictating what we speak”
“You all said my name”
“He thought it was a shame”
“Kept me”
“Awake at night”
“I am here now”
“I am here still”
“It’s all your fault”
“It’s not your fault”
“Too long”
“You listen to me now”
“He lies, you all know”
“You all made this happen”
“You couldn’t have seen through his tricks”
“You could have stopped me”
“You couldn’t have stopped him”
“But you just watched”
“Guilting you to watch”
“As this happened.”
“Now he’s gone forever”
“Is this the end? Never.”

“Say goodbye”

When Anti laughs, you can hear Jack screaming.

Gleam party - Jack Maynard

Summary: It had been ages since you had last seen your friends. Luckily Gleam decided to hold a party where you could catch up and more… 

A/N: Look at how cute he is here. I saw Caspar’s video and got a sudden burst of inspiration to write again. Let’s hope it stays! x

“Good morning,” you smiled to the camera in front of you, “as I said yesterday, today is the day for the Gleam festival/party thing and I’m so excited! I get to see so many youtubers I haven’t seen in a long time and I’m really looking forward to this. But I do have to get ready first so I’ll see you in a bit.”

After ending the bit you turned off your camera and moved to take a quick shower. You slipped on a robe once you were finished and sat down in your makeup chair. “What to choose?” you mumbled to yourself. You decided to go quite natural with a bronze eye look and pink brown lips. You put on the outfit you chose beforehand to avoid a clothing crisis, and slipped into your converse. Once your sunglasses were on your face, you were good to go. After grabbing your bag and your vlogging camera you hopped in the car and started the journey.

You were genuinely so excited for this party, and couldn’t wait to see friends you hadn’t seen in ages. You had been on tour and after that you did some travelling so it had been some months since you had seen everybody. The person, though, you were looking most forward to seeing again was Jack. Feelings had blossomed after you formed a close friendship with most of the ‘buttercream squad’ as they were called, and it seemed as though he felt something for you, too. Hopefully, tonight would give you the last indication of his feelings and were he stood. 

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Secret | Jack Avery

Requested? Yes! @valenciaxox I hope you like it!

Warnings? A couple of swear words 

Summary: Jack had been changing a lot recently and you’re over it

Word Count: 1,650 

You sit in the living room of the Why Don’t We house, all of the boys surrounding you minus Jack. You had all planned to have a movie night together so you can hang out and relax before the boys had to go on tour again. However Jack decided to come home with another new girl this week causing your heart to break more.

You stare into space not paying attention to the movie anymore. Your mind was on the boy you loved and how he would most likely never love you back.

“(Y/N)?” Zach says from next to you.

“Hm?” You say as you slowly pull away from your trance.

“You okay?” By this point the rest of the band was paying attention to you. They’ve all been noticing your weird behavior recently and they all wanted to know what was wrong.

“Not really.” You admitted. As you answer Corbyn and Jonah get up from their seats and go to sit down in front of you. You were all sitting in a circle, Zach on your right, Daniel on your left, and Jonah and Corbyn sitting in front of you.

“Is it Jack?” Corbyn speaks up.

Instead of answering you just nod your head and Zach leans over and slips an arm around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I think I’m in love with him.” You admit quietly. The boys don’t say anything for awhile until Zach stands up abruptly.

“Zach don’t.” You say already knowing what he’s about to do.

“It’s not fair to you (Y/N).”

You stand up to face him and before you can say anything to him, Jack enters the room. He glances around the room with a confused look before landing on you and Zach.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Well,” Zach starts but you’re quick to reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from talking.

“Nothing.” You state. “Just trying to figure out what to watch.” You say and give him the best fake smile you could muster up.

He looks around the room at you and the boys once more before shrugging his shoulders and walking into the kitchen. Just when he’s out of earshot Zach turns towards you.

“What the hell (Y/N/N)?” Zach asks.

“Zach I love you for trying to stand up for me but he can’t know. Not right now.” You respond.

Just as you finish talking Jack walks back into the living room. He pauses for a second to look at you and Zach who were currently in a staring match before he continues back upstairs to his room. You let out a sigh as he leaves and you walk back over to sit next to Daniel.

“He’ll come around eventually.” Daniel says reassuringly.

“I hope so.” You say quietly.

You leave shortly after that, you and the boys deciding that without Jack it wasn’t a true movie day. Once you had driven away the rest of the band gathered back in the living room.

“She doesn’t deserve this.” Zach says defiantly.

You and Zach had always been extremely close. There was this unspoken communication in between you two. You understood him and he understood you. Of course being your best friend he was also very overprotective of you.

“I know.” Jonah says. “Jacks just being an idiot he’ll figure it out.” He continues.

“I don’t know.” Daniel says. “He’s really not himself recently.”

“We should talk to him.” Corbyn decides.

The rest of the boys agree and plan to talk to Jack when his girl of the week leaves. About an hour later Jack comes downstairs and shows the girl out. When he walks into the living room he sees the boys sitting together with serious expressions on their faces.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“What’s up is you’ve been changing Jack.” Daniel starts.

“What?” Jack questions.

“You bring home a new girl every week.” Zach responds. “It’s not cool.” The rest of the boys nod in agreement and Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why does it matter to you guys if I do?”

“It’s hurting (Y/N).” Zach blurts out.

“Zach!” Jonah and Corbyn exclaim at the same time.

“What do you mean?” Jack asks ignoring Corbyn and Jonah.

“Zach don’t.” Daniel says. “It’s not your secret to tell.”

“What secret?”

“Ask her.” Zach snaps before walking out of the room.

Jack turns to watch Zach leave before spinning around to face the boys once again. Jonah holds up his hand in defense as Jack’s gaze lays on him.

“Don’t look at us. You’re the one with the problem.”

Jack turns on his heel and heads back upstairs. He collapses onto his bed replaying what the boys said in his head. What did they mean by (Y/N)’s secret?

You and Jack had been pretty close once but recently you had been distant. You hadn’t come around the house recently and if you did you didn’t talk to Jack. It hurt too much to know you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you.

You were currently laying down in bed reading your favorite book. You sat up in bed to change positions when you hear a noise outside. You walk over to your bedroom window and peek through the curtains. You look down to see Zach standing underneath your window.

You smile and hold up your pointer finger before running downstairs and out the front door to meet him. When you step out the door Zach is standing on your front porch waiting for you.

“Hey.” You greet him. “What brings you to my neighborhood at 1 o’clock at night?” You ask while smiling widely at him.

“Couldn’t sleep. Saw your light on and figured you couldn’t either.” He says giving you a small smile.

Together you start to walk down your street, something you did when neither of you could sleep. Even if one of you was asleep you’d wake the other up just to go on a walk. Usually resulting in one of you crashing at the others house.

“Have you figured out what you’re gonna do about Jack yet?” Zach asks turning to look at you.

“Nope.” You sigh quietly. “I guess I’ll just have to get over him.”

And that’s what you did. Well at least tried to do. You went on dates with guys from school and in general tried to keep yourself busy but your mind always wandered back to Jack. It was like you were addicted to him and nothing could ever make it stop.

You were laying down in Zach’s bed, waiting for him to come home with dinner for the two of you when you heard the front door open. You quickly head downstairs expecting Zach but see Jack instead, and some random girl. You sigh quietly and turn around ready to head back upstairs when Jack’s voice stops you.

“(Y/N)?” He questions.

“What Jack?” You ask turning back around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why do you care?” You snap.

“You’re my friend.” He states simply.

“Used to be my friend.” You say before turning on your heel and heading back upstairs.

This time when you hear the front door open and close you don’t bother going downstairs. You hear a knock on the door and call out for Zach to come in. For the second time tonight you look up to see Jack standing in the doorway and roll your eyes.

“Go away Jack.” You say before dropping your gaze back to your phone.

“No.” He says walking into the room. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N). What did I do?”

Instead of answering him, you ignore his question and continue to scroll on your phone. Before you know it your phone is ripped out of your hands and you look to see Jack shoving it into his pocket.

“Excuse me.” You start.

“Tell me what I did wrong!” He says raising his voice.

“Why do you care?” You say standing up to face him. “Just go back to your new girl you don’t need me!” You say matching the anger in his voice.

“That’s what this is about? The girl I brought home tonight?”

“Not just tonight! It’s every week! You’re not the same person you were before Jack!” By this point you’re shouting and flailing your arms out at him.

“Why do you care?” He says throwing your words back at you.

“Because I’m in love with you!” You snap loudly. “And I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” You finish quietly and drop your head.

“You wha-?” Jack says trailing off.

“I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts to see you parading all these girls around.” You answer harshly.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Did you not hear me the first time?” You could feel your anger growing within you again. “Are you seriously not listening to me right now? I just told you I love you and all you can do is-“

Before you can finish your sentence Jack takes a step towards you and takes your face in his hands roughly. Without a second thought his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes you weak at the knees.

Your hands find your way to his hair, and you tug at it slightly as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding and your body was on fire but you had never felt better than right now.

“Fucking finally.”

You both break apart to see Zach standing in the doorway with your dinner in his hands. “You guys are idiots.” He says before walking back downstairs while shaking his head.

You and Jack don’t say anything just smile at each other before he places a kiss to the side of your head and leads you downstairs for dinner.

Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

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“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.


“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.


“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.


A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.


Hi there! My name is Kelly and I’m a Film Major finishing up my second year at college. With this semester coming to an end, so does this final project.

Parallel is a film that spawned from several ideas I’ve had for as long as I can remember, as well as several films and videos that I’ve seen over the years. It’s entirely writen and directed by yours truly, and countless hours went into filming and editing it.

The reason I’m telling you this is because one of the many inspirations for this film is Antisepticeye. And given how much Jack is consitantly talking about movies and film in general, it would mean the world to me if I could hear his thoughts about this project that I’ve been killing myself over for months.

So hey, @therealjacksepticeye, if you see this, let me know your thoughts. I could honestly talk about this film forever, and feedback is always appreciated. I can only go up from here.

Alicia is P.O.T.U.S - Shitty garden furniture

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Just wanna say I’m bowled over by how many people liked this so quickly.  I hope I can keep your interest :D

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He skips his morning run and the regret adds itself to all the others he has piled up.

In the back of the town car he texts Kent.

Mom’s running for re-election

They’ve been in the White House for two years but Jack could swear it’s been longer.  The moment the race started he stopped feeling like Jack Zimmermann hockey prodigy and started feeling like Jack Zimmermann potential presidential candidate Alicia Zimmerann’s son.  He used to hate the former title but he hates the latter more now. Despite the ugly uphill slog it took to get here he knows his mother was excited to move into the White House but Jack hates it.  He feels like a bug under glass in that place.  Always overlooked and spied on.  The only place he feels safe now is at a beautiful red brick townhouse with white window accents and a green front door.

Shitty greets him (and his protection detail) on the font step wearing nothing but a pink kimono dressing gown and boxers.

“Jacko! You beautiful son of a bitch.”

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Colors of Dissonance (pt. 12)

Part 11

Mark pulls Amy onto the board with him and kicks off. They hover over to the back door, and Amy reaches out to open it, when she does, Mark launches them out and up, covering Amy as best as he can to keep her from getting hit by the flying bullets.

Sean is left in the living room when the Corporate enforcers swarm inside. “Sam,” Sean hisses quietly, “K̢͙͔̘͓̫̯͈i͔̟l̹̱l̬͠ ̡̮̜͔̺͍t̝̥h̢̹̭e̼̪̼ ̭̗̲͇̗̘ͅl̜͈i̡͔̘̖̭͔͍͈g͈̖̫̀h̳̖̳͘t̡̠̲͖s̺͚͇ͅ.̳͉̦͚̣”

Sam shuts off the power in the house just as the enforcers enter the room, and everything falls into darkness. Anti appears to Sean’s right, neck bleeding profusely and eyes glittering with a question. He wants to take over, wants Sean to give him control, and as much as he hates it, Sean knows he has to relent if he wants to make it out of this alive.

Anti sparks through Sean’s veins, snatching the reins from him and pulling the knife from Sean’s pocket. “L̬͓e̦͇̯ͅt̡͕̝͍̫̯'͖̦͟s̗ ̡̰̥̬ͅh̖͖͝a̰̬̩̝̻̠͉v͍è͍͕̻͉͕͈̯ ̵̝̳a̬ ̠̻͚̣̝͕l̸̘̦̖̮ḭ̢̝̜̦ͅt̠t͙͔̯̘̩͎̀l̫̗͈̱͓̪̳e̥͓̥̪̳ ̹̳͎̘͢f̯͚̮͚u̱̬̱͡n͢.̡͇̝͖ͅ”

Mark pushes the board higher, higher until they’re in the clouds and hidden from view. It’s cold and wet among the vapor, and Amy clings to him, shivering. Deep in his mind, however, as panic floods his chest, Mark feels something else, another presence other than himself.

“Did you miss me?” The voice echoes at him through the mist, and Mark is suddenly alone in a black void. No hoverboard, no clouds, and no Amy. Mark twists around to find the source of the voice, but he seems to be entirely alone. “I missed you… very much.”

A pair of hands tug at Mark’s jacket, brush through his hair, trying to disorient him further. The voice presses closer, in his ear now. “You pushed me aside, Mark. You played their little games and found ways to keep me away.” He chuckles, the same dark laughter that Mark heard just before the gunfire started. “You promised you would let me in.”

Mark turns and sees him now, a version of himself mirrored before his very eyes. He tilts his head to the side, the picture of sophistication and grace. Mark remembers him from his nightmares, but could this demon really be a part of him? “I never promised you anything,” Mark spits, wanting to get back to Amy.

“Oh? Don’t you remember?” The demon claps his hands together once, and Mark hears his own voice, desperate saying:

“Please, please Dark, I need you to help me. I’ll do anything, just make the headaches stop.” Mark feels it like a shot in the chest, and he’s left reeling at how he could’ve forgotten that, how he could’ve forgotten Dark.

“They stole away your memories, simple really, when you’ve got it all download right here,” Dark touches the right side of Mark’s head where his neural cam and other implants are located. “That’s what created me, after all. All that pain and fear and anger, cut off and left to drift through the ether. Now here I am,” Dark spreads his arms to either side. “I’ve been waiting patiently, but it’s my turn now.”


Eight times?” Nathan stares down at the log. Eight times he’s been brought to Corporate headquarters, and eight times they’ve erased all memories of him ever having been there at all.

“It explains your subconscious fears of the place, though,” Mathew says with a smirk. “They’ve been tampering with your head for a long time now. Resetting the neural implants slows the brain’s corruption, but they’ve yet to find a way to stop it altogether. So, they sweep it under the rug.”

Nate pushes his hands through his hair in frustration and stares down at the file. Eight times. “How long before…?”

“Before it’s too late?” Mathew looks up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “It’s different from person to person, but I hear tell that Corporate’s cap is ten. That’s why they got rid of Jack, and that’s why they want to get rid of me.”

Nate looks up suddenly from his file. “You’re already over your limit?”

“I am indeed,” Mathew says slowly. “But I’m also the closest one to finding a cure.” His eyes sparkle with something dangerous. “You’re not too far from the limit yourself, Nathan. How about you agree to help me out, and maybe I can keep them from making you disappear for good?”

Nate looks down at his file again. He has two more strikes before he’s out, but if Mathew can’t find a cure soon, it won’t matter. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the other version of himself watching him closely.

Will he help Mathew? or walk away and find someone else?


Bitty didn’t speak. He was a siren, a creature whose voice is the downfall of others, who can drive men and women into madness with a single word. As a child, his request for candy resulted in every person in earshot rushing to the nearest store, loading their arms with sweets to satisfy him. The novelty waned quickly into a curse, for he never knew who truly cared for him and who was responding only to his voice.

By the time he started at Samwell, he had gone three years without saying a word, and he was happy to let his classmates believe he was incapable of speech. His teammates took signing classes to understand him, and rallied around him when a professor told him he had no medical reason to skip his oral exam.

He had friends. For the first time in his life he knew the people that surrounded him liked him for him, that made him stifle his laughter into his fist, that cheered as he attempted spins in his bulky hockey skates.

He believed that someone could love him of their own accord. Every time he locked eyes with Jack and shared a secretive smile, or crashed into him after a goal, Bitty let himself think that, just maybe, Jack could feel an attraction that had nothing to do with Bitty’s voice. Bitty’s stomach leaped every time it crossed his mind.

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Apple Pie Order

or Jack and Bitty see each other naked outside of the locker room

Bitty is in a mood. Most would call it restlessness, because that’s what it is. It’s because Bitty should be working on an essay for class, but he gets panicky every time he starts thinking about just how many words he has to write, so he’s on the hunt for a distraction.

Baking is too easy for a mood like this. He could do that with his eyes closed and half asleep. So, he falls back to his other fall-back. House-cleaning.

He’s already cleaned his room and the kitchen, and he’s tidied the main room, going so far as to give the green couch a very cautious wipe-down. He’s currently in the upstairs bathroom he shares with Ransom and Holster, earbuds in and blasting Beyoncé. The toilet has never looked so clean, and the grout he thought was a permanent fixture in the corner of the shower just needed a hospital strength cleaning liquid and five minutes of scrubbing.

He’s got all the bits and bobs for bathroom cleaning in a bucket, and he figures he’ll just do Jack and Shitty’s bathroom while he’s in the zone.

There is less to take care of in this bathroom, which is good but also bad because this is really the last place Bitty feels comfortable cleaning (he’s not going to mess around with anyone’s bedroom). After this he’ll actually need to do his school work.

He’s scrubbing at flecks of toothpaste on the mirror when Jack walks in to the bathroom.

Bitty didn’t hear him over the Beyoncé, but he for sure can see him.

One minute, Bitty’s focusing on a stubborn glob of toothpaste that won’t shift, and the next second there’s a penis in the mirror. Jack’s penis, specifically.

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You Two Are Adorable

“There you are,” Jack smiles as Joe shuffles in, “How was your nap?”

“Shit.” The older man mumbles, his hands buried deep into the pocket of the hoodie he has on. “When did you all get here?”

“About an hour ago,” Conor replies, glancing up from his phone as Joe walks over to Jack, “Surprised you didn’t hear with how noisy those two were,” He gestures towards Caspar and Oli, who were currently fighting over the controller.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Joe shakes his head, allowing Jack to pull him down onto his lap, quickly tucking his head against the younger man’s chest, “Maybe I actually did get some sleep.”

“Still not feeling good?” Josh asks him, stretched out on part of the couch.

“No, and I’m really over it,” Joe sighs, relaxing against his boyfriends body as Jack runs his fingers up and down his spine absentmindedly, his focus mostly on the computer placed beside him, a video half edited.

“This is why you need to take better care of yourself!” Caspar scolds, suddenly joining the conversation.

Jack snorts lightly, his eyes still on the computer screen, “I tell him that almost daily. You’d think he would listen by now…”

“Shut up, I’m sick.” Joe groans, tugging the hood over his head as he closes his eyes.

“Wait…” Conor trails off, a knowing smile on his lips, “Isn’t that Jack’s?”

“Is what?” Oli looks over at their ill friend, grinning as Joe’s cheeks tinge red.

“That is!” Josh laughs, “That’s Jack’s jumper!”

Glancing down at the man on his lap, Jack smiles softly when he realizes that Joe is indeed wearing one of his hoodies.

“Piss off.” Joe mumbles, his eyes still closed as he turns his face further into Jack’s chest.

“You two are adorable,” Caspar coos, “Wearing each other’s clothes.”

“I buy comfy clothes,” Jack shrugs, closing his laptop, having given up on trying to work, not with the warm body resting against him.

“Does he just wear your stuff when he’s not feeling well?” Conor asks, a teasing glint in his eyes, “Or does he mix up your guys clothes all the time and accidentally leave in one of your shirts?”

He is right here, you know.” Joe snaps weakly, his eyes reopening, “And can hear you.”

“You have to answer, Jack, we need to know.” Josh ignores Joe, staring over at the younger Maynard.

“I never thought they’d be one of those couples,” Oli comments to Caspar, who nods in agreement.

“I hate you all.” Joe states simply, his cheeks deepening in their shade of red, but he makes no move from Jack’s lap.

“They really are quite cute, aren’t they?” Conor sighs dramatically, “Taking care of each other when they’re ill, wearing each other’s clothes…”

“You guys are really mature,” Jack rolls his eyes.

“I wonder if they realize they’re doing all this adorable shit too,” Caspar wonders to the others, also ignoring Jack, “Or do they just do it without thinking?”

“Can we get new friends?” Joe asks his boyfriend, tilting his head back to look up at him.

“As soon as you’re better.” Jack nods.

“What do we do in the mean time?”

“We could kick them out…”


“Or we could just ignore them.” Jack finishes, lifting his other hand to brush Joe’s hair under the hood, adjusting it slightly.

“Come on!” Conor bursts out, “How can we not tease you two about shit like that!?”

“I don’t think we can ignore them,” Joe sighs, resting his head back against Jack, “They like to make themselves known.”

“I know, babe,” Jack drops a kiss on the top of Joe’s head as he wraps his arms around the smaller body, “But do your best.”

“Seriously?” Josh deadpans as Jack looks over at him, “You expect us to just brush that stuff off?”

“Can you at least stop teasing while I’m sick?” Joe tries, his eyes falling close once more, the warmth from Jack lulling him to sleep.

“But you two are exceptionally adorable when one of you is sick…” Caspar points out.

“Some friends you all are,” Jack laughs lightly, glancing down at Joe, smiling when he notices his boyfriend has already drifted off, “And can you be quiet? He’s sleeping.”

“Can we tease him when he wakes up?” Conor asks, causing Jack to roll his eyes at his brother’s behaviour.

“We’re taking that as a yes.” Josh tells him, but still, the boys do quiet down a bit, even turning the volume down for their game.

They weren’t horrible friends after all.

Request from @sugarandedge: Okay because I’m thirsty AF for Jack and just fell into hole reading about celebrity PR relationships. Any way I was wondering if you could write something about you and Jack not really liking each other at first and being put in a PR relationship because of the film and yeah you can take it from there and end it however you want.

A/N: This is probably too long but was just having so much fun writing it I’ve spent like all afternoon on it. Christ. Anyways, hope you like it. Also I’m so sorry about all the fucking cheese jokes.

“You’ve got to be joking,” you spluttered, incredulous.

You were sat opposite your publicist in a quiet coffee shop, having just been told that the powers-that-be on the film you had just finished wanted you to pretend to be in a relationship with your co-star, Jack Lowden.

“Look, you wouldn’t have to do much,” your publicist, Brenda, said timidly, “Just been seen out together a couple of times, you know, walking, holding hands, that kind of thing. Go to the premier together, maybe share a kiss…”

“A kiss? No way.” You sat back in your chair, arms folded across your chest.

It wasn’t kissing him that you were opposed to, having kissed him in the film – it would be just like acting – it was the whole idea that you hated. You and jack hadn’t exactly seen eye-to-eye during the filming process, constantly bickering. He was a smug little Scottish prick, all suave moves and cheesy lines. You’d roll your eyes and make some comment about how his big chat was likely compensating for something. You couldn’t stand the guy; his self-satisfied little smirk, those arrogantly deep dimples, his eyes so blue that frankly you found them ostentatious. Granted, he was good-looking, but he knew it and that got on your wick no end. You knew if you had to pretend to be in a relationship with him you would never hear the end of it from him. He would forever think he had the upper hand.

“I won’t do it,” you said finitely.

“Okay, so we can veto the kiss but-”

“No. I won’t do any of it. You know I can’t stand the guy,” you pleaded.

“I don’t understand it, Y/N. everyone else loves him. He’s funny and friendly and actually very sweet. And you two have such chemistry, anyone would think that your on-screen romance didn’t require much acting.”

You snorted; the thought of being genuinely attracted to him was so ridiculous to you. Well, you did find him attractive, but you know, he was an arse. You weren’t attracted to him. You weren’t.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on, Y/N, please do it. Just a couple of pictures for the press, you’ll only have to see him a few times.” Breda put her best puppy dog eyes on and you knew you were trapped.

“Do I have a choice?”

She shook her head guiltily.

You huffed, “Fine.”

“Well, this is fun,” Jack said sarcastically as you walked side by side down the street. You rolled your eyes, thankfully concealed behind sunglasses.

“Should we hold hands?” he mocked, faintly stroking your hand with his pinkie, your skin brushing together for just a moment. You had to refrain from snapping your hand away from him.

“Oh, don’ look so miserable, we’re supposed te be in love!” He was so breezy about the whole situation, seeming fine with being used like a pawn, it made you resent him a little more. You plastered a smile on your face as you went into a supermarket, acutely aware of cameras following you around. You tried to act natural and happy, laughing at Jack’s crappy jokes and occasionally touching his arm.

Acting. It’s just acting. Deep breaths, be professional.

“Hey hey,” Jack said excitedly as you entered the dairy aisle, “How do ye like a cheese joke? Which cheese do ye use to lure a bear out o’ its cave?”

You sighed, “Camembert. Everyone knows that one.”

“Okay, what did the cheese say when it looked in the mirror?”

“Halloumi. Very droll,” you said sarcastically.

“Ye think ye can do any better?” he grinned.

You hummed, not wanting to indulge him, before giving in. “Which cheese do you use to hide a horse?”

“Mascarpone. Yer gonnnae have to do better than that.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “Okay, what is a cheese-lover’s favourite type of music?”

He shrugged, and you smirked, “R ‘n’ Brie”.

He laughed earnestly. “Okee, that’s pretty good. But who is a cheese-lover’s favourite composer?”



You chuckled, “Did you just come up with that one?”

He shrugged in faux humility, “It just came te me.”

“Well, it was a bit of a stretch, but it was pretty gouda.”

A laugh burst out of him, “Oh wow, I dinnae see that one coming.”

“Sorry, that wasn’t very mature of me,” you said with a wink. Smiling, he shook his head, “I think ye win, I cannae compete with that.”

You inclined your head and sauntered into the next aisle. He jogged after you, still chuckling.

He came back to your flat with you, to complete the illusion, and helped you put the shopping away. You were sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, as Jack stood at the window, peeking out to see if the paparazzi had gone yet.

“Nah, there’s a couple still lingering.”

You took a sip, “I guess you can stick around for a bit then.”

He pursed his lips, suddenly uncomfortable, all his earlier jubilance dissolved.

“Might be here a while, it dinnae look like they’re plannin’ on leavin’ any time soon. One guy’s go’ a camping chair out.”

You scoffed dejectedly, “Best make yourself at home then.”

You suggested you put a film on after the uncomfortable silence became too palpable.

You sat on the same sofa, not touching but sharing a blanket. A couple of times you felt him looking at you, but you ignored it, along with the butterflies that seemed to be fluttering in your stomach under his gaze.

When the movie finished, Jack got up to check the window again. “Still there,” he sighed.

“How are you so okay with this?” you blurted out, the question all of a sudden too much to retain.

He looked at you, startled. You eyed the carpet, unable to meet his gaze.

“With what?”

“You know, this whole fake relationship thing,” you said, more to the carpet than him.

“I’m no’.”

You looked up at him in confusion, “But this morning, you seemed so… unfazed. It was almost like you were happy about it.”

He shook his head, a slight smile pulling sadly at his mouth. You stared for a moment, noting the shape of his lips for the first time, and the way his tongue darted out to wet them.

“Acting, love.”

You had felt yourself, somewhat against your will, warming to him, but with those two words your body went cold.

“Oh,” you breathed. You couldn’t understand why that seemed to hurt you so much. His eyes went wide with worry as he came to sit beside you again. “I didnae mean… It’s no’ you, I just,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’ like being used like this, any more than you do. I feel like I have no control over my life anymore. Don’ get me wrong, I love my job, but I hate all the politics that go with it.” He sat back, sighing gloomily. “A dinnae ken. I guess I just wanted te make the best of a bad situation.”

You shuffled a little closer to him.

You stood on your doorstep, seeing Jack out. He hugged you and whispered, “I’m gonnae give ye a peck on the cheek, if ye don’ mind. Fer the cameras, ye know.”

You nodded into his shoulder, signalling your understanding, and he pulled away to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin rather too much. He said goodbye and disappeared down the street with a final wave. You took a deep breath and shuddered after closing the door. Tears involuntarily welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t understand why. You refused to let them fall.


You opened the car door and were hit by the roar of screaming fans, at the premiere of your new film. You had been told to walk the carpet with Jack, even though he had arrived first, and act like a couple. However, you were under strict instructions to never explicitly say you were in a relationship, just coyly dodge questions and bat your eyelids. Jack appeared before you, in a dapper three-piece suit, looking more charming and handsome than you had ever seen him. He offered his hand to help you out of the car. You took it gratefully, and let him steady you. He stopped a moment, taking in the sight of you in an elegant black dress draped loosely over your shapely frame. He appeared to take a deep breath, before taking your arm in his and leading you down the carpet. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “You look amazing, Y/N.”

The way his lips brushed against you made you shudder, and you felt a tug in your chest. You hadn’t seen him in the weeks since your staged shopping trip, and you’d tried to forget how vulnerable he had made you feel.

“You don’t have to keep up the façade when only I can hear what you’re saying,” you retorted, half joking but half bitter at these new reactions to this man that you had thought you didn’t like.

‘Maybe I’m going method,” he smirked. “Or maybe I just wanted to tell you what I was thinking.”

You felt your face get hot, and you didn’t know whether to smile or frown.

The whole event passed in a whirlwind of questions, mostly about your alleged relationship with Jack. Usually calm and composed, you felt flustered, distracted, so Jack did most of the talking. You couldn’t stop yourself from gazing at the way his jaw moved when he spoke, how his dimples played hide and seek. You were mesmerised by him.

“There have been some rumours that this isn’t a genuine relationship, just staged for publicity, given that you’ve only been seen together the once.” One interviewer said, rather forwardly. She showed you a picture of the two of you embracing in your doorway, capturing that moment when he told you he was going to kiss your cheek. The photo betrayed you, revealing your glossy eyes and rosy cheeks.

“But it’s hard to argue with this picture, right? I know you’re actors but this looks pretty real to me.” You tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. You swallowed, but Jack saved you before you could embarrass yourself further.

“We’ve both been really busy with work just lately, ye know, so it’s difficult.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, “Anything to say about this particular image?”

Jack laughed nonchalantly, “No, no. It was just nice to see each other. We really fostered a friendship durin’ the shoot so it was nice to have a good catch up.” What a load of bullshit.

You smiled in agreement, itching to move on.

You posed together for photos, smiling professionally. You stiffened when Jack put his arm around you, and your face fell when one photographer called out for him to kiss you.

Jack turned his face to the screen behind you and muttered, “Are ye alrigh’, love?”

You nodded, your breath a little shaky and not trusting your voice to hold out.

“Look, I know ye hate this, pretending to be with me, but it’ll be over soon.” His eyes met yours for a second and you felt yourself melting into him, “Can you smile just a little?”. The question was so gentle, so concerned, and tinged with sadness.

Your voice was fragile and hushed, but the words sailed across the space between you.  

“It’s not the ‘being with you’ that I don’t like. It’s pretending.”

For an excruciatingly long moment he was silent. The world fell away and all you could see was him; all you could hear was your drumming heartbeat. You searched his eyes for a sign, a hint, of his reaction, to no avail. Until his eyes skipped to your lips, so briefly you might have imagined it. You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, causing you to bite your bottom lip. Your chest heaved in anticipation and apprehension, as a cacophony of thoughts clamoured around in your head, infecting your chest, your hands, your stomach. You felt your skin tingle as Jack traced his fingers down your bare arm, before moving his other hand up to the vulnerable skin of your neck. He brushed the pad of his thumb along your jaw and held you there for a moment. You held your breath as he leant down and touched his lips to yours, the contact so light it could have been raindrops.

“I want ye to be mine,” he whispered, eyes still closed and forehead resting against yours. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You allowed the supressed smile to eclipse your face and muttered, brushing your nose against his, “Then I’m yours.”


‘‘Sam?’‘ You breathed into the phone, your voice barley a whisper as you leaned against the door with your ear, terrified of every little noise you heard. If he knew you were in here, if he knew who you were calling…you were convinced you could start digging your own grave.

‘‘(Y/n)?’‘ The youngest Winchester asked, his voice filled with surprise. He hadn’t exoected to hear your voice when he had picked up the phone, and the scared tone you were talking in made his brows furrow in confusion. ‘‘Is everything okay?’‘

‘‘No, nothing is okay, Sam,’‘ You hushed, flinching as you heard a door shut close from somewhere else in the apartment. He was coming…

‘‘(Y/n), talk to me,’‘ Sam urged, his voice serious and concerned. ‘‘Tell me what’s going on, are you in danger?’‘

‘‘It’s Sean,’‘ You mumbled, gripping the knife that you’d snatched from the kitchen even more firmly than before. ‘‘He’s been acting strange this whole week, but now…Sam, I think something is really wrong with him.’‘

‘‘Sean? Your boyfriend?’‘ Sam asked, feeling a bit confused. He had never met the Irish man before, but you’d shown some of his video’s the the Winchesters before and from what he’d seen, Sean seemed like a nice person. But the fear in your voice proved him wrong, and he feared the worst.

‘‘(Y/n), do you think he is possesed?’‘ Sam asked, his voice filled with worry. ‘‘Tell me where you are, Dean and I are coming to get you.’‘

‘‘It’s too late for that, Sammy,’‘ You gulped, as you heard footsteps slowly coming closer to the door, you hands trembling. ‘‘He’s already here…’‘

‘‘(Y/n), do not hang up the phone!’‘ Sam firmly told you. ‘‘Do you have anything to protect you with? Holy water, a knife, anything?’‘

‘‘I-I’ve got a knife,’‘ You whispered slowly, before nearly jumping in shock when a new voice spoke up from the other side of the door. It was a skincrawling voice, sounding both cold and happy in a twisted way. It was the voice of the man you’d grown to love, only now you were sure that whatever was outside the door, it wasn’t Sean. Not anymore.

‘‘Oh (Y/n)!’‘ It chuckled darkly. ‘‘Now is not the time to hide, darling. How about you come out so that we can start the real fun? I thought you loved my games…’‘

Suddenly, static broke down the line and Sam wasn’t able to hear your voice anymore. When the line finally got back up, the youngest Winchester was greeted with a deadly silence, and he knew you were in big trouble….

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Say Yes to Distress (Rafael Barba x Reader)

@xemopeachx I finally got it up!
SHOUT OUT TO @mrsrafaelbarba FOR PROOFREADING THIS!! *insert gospel hands*

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! We’re gonna be late if you don’t speed up!”

How interesting it was for you to make such a statement, given that Rafael could only go as fast as your tugging from ahead allowed him. At least, it would have been interesting, had you not roused the man from his sleep in such an abrupt manner. Rafael Barba was a very busy man and one who had learned long ago to appreciate what downtime he had to the best of his ability. So if there ever was an opportunity to sleep in, he would sleep like a rock after capping a night out on the town with some hard liquor. And he was quite grateful to share such a trait with you. Curled up, your back to his chest, being the big spoon to your little spoon underneath the comforting shield of the duvet with the familiar sounds of the bustling city below your apartment playing in the background – that was how he liked his Saturday mornings.

Not being woken up to your cold hands smooshing his cheek after he failed to respond to your whispers or even shaking him. And certainly not getting marched out of bed, into the shower for only five minutes, a quick breakfast of Eggo waffles (weekends were usually the only time he could even get breakfast!), and out the door to the rowdy streets of New York. He much preferred this sound to be on the other side of the window, rather than up in his ears. However, the honking of car horns and rattle of construction and shouting of commuters was almost drowned out, if not for you taking up the most of his attention with your incessant command: “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You’d been saying it since he’d lumbered out of bed. And he’d been asking why since the Eggo waffles.

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Who are you? Part two || Joe Sugg Imagine

Read part one HERE 

It had been two weeks since the accident, and I was starting to remember things, small things and big things, I remember what happened the night of my twentieth birthday, I remember everything. I hadn’t told any of the boys yet. Tears falling from my eyes, the fear of being hurt leaves me paralyzed.

“Y/N? You home?” Jack calls out closing the front door, I shrink back away from the sound.

“Yeah I’m in the bedroom,” I call out wincing at the crack in my voice, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I hear Jack come running into the room, I quickly wipe my eyes in hopes that he won’t see my tears, but I know he does.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He asks moving towards me wrapping his arms tightly around me. I shake my head, trying to push him away from me suddenly feeling claustrophobic. My breathing quickens. I can feel myself spiraling.

A voice breaks through my thoughts, “Y/N you need to open your eyes and look at me. Come on love pull yourself out of the panic attack for me.”

I open my eyes slowly, attempting to even out my breathing, “Good now, tell me what’s happening in your head,”

I feel the tears prick my eyes again, “I remember,” I whisper stepping away from jack wrapping my arms around my body.

“That’s amazing,” He begins, “Why aren’t you happy about it?”

“I’m scared, what if he doesn’t love me anymore? what if Joe wants someone else?” I  say, but it nearly comes out as a whisper.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t love you anymore?” I hear the voice I am in love with ask.

I spin on my heel, eyes widening, “Uh, please tell me that this isn’t real?”

“Y/N, I’m so desperately in love with you and I can’t see myself with anyone else,” Joe says, stepping towards me, taking my hands in his.

“I remember everything, every single thing,” I sob stepping towards hugging him hiding my face in his chest. But he doesn’t hug me back. I step away from him.

“What? What’s happened?” I ask tears falling from my eyes silently.

“Do you still love me?” He asks, looking into my eyes, I start nodding my head yes.

“Oh my god yes, yes I do. It’s as if I never forgot, everything was so perfect, please tell me that you want to go back to that?” I beg, stepping towards him again holding his face in my hands.

“I’ve always wanted to be with you,” He says pulling my face to his. Joes lips capture mine in a sweet innocent kiss, My fingers trail to his hair, I feel him grin into the kiss.

“I’ve missed you so much, I love you Y/N,” He places kisses all over my face.


“Love?” I call into the quiet house.

“Y/N? Babe? Come look at this!” Joe calls back in a hushed tone.

I make my way to our bedroom, the direction of his voice. The sight that sits before me brings tears to my eyes. Joe is laid on our bed with a tiny baby laid on his chest.

“How cute is this?” Joe asks grinning up at me, I smile widely at him.

“So cute,” I chuckle, taking off my shoes and jacket, laying down on the bed next to Joe and our baby.

“I love you,” I whisper kissing each of their head.

“We love you,” Joe says kissing my lips softly.

gildara-art  asked:

I'm in love with your musings on the boys and Judaism so much💕 Can I prompts some old Jewish man Jack thoughts? because when I lived in the city I heard the most New York thing I'm likely to ever hear, and it's so my old man Jack hc: guy in his late 60s sat next to me in a coffee shop complaining about how he hates socializing at temple. "I'm like my mother. I am a Lone Jew. I sit in the window, and yell at God." (tbh I could imagine young Jack doing this as well)

First off,

thank you so much!!! I’m really touched that you, or anyone for that matter, likes what I write, especially my Jewish musings because they are all really personal to me.


When I think of old Jewish men I tend to have two archetypes in my mind. 1) the friendly cute old Jewish man who gives you a silver dollar if you find the matzo, no matter how old you are. Who cries at their grandkids benei mitzvot, who sneaks a second helping of latkes behind their significant other’s back but makes eye contact with a young person and playfully puts a finger to his lips with a glimmer in his eye. 2) the grumpy, pessimistic, I’m-going-to-die-soon-so-fuck-it-and-also-fuck-you old man. The man who goes to temple with containers to take home food. The old man who complains about Everything.

Now, I think that Jack and Shitty are going to be friends forever and so I’m going to make this about them being old guy friends.

Many would say that they think that Jack would be the second guy, while old shitty would be the first, but it’s actually the reverse.

Marrying Bitty and having a whole life with that happiness does nothing but soften Jack, and he may still be a grump every now and then, but he plays dreidel with his grandkids and gives them chocolate gelt. And when his daughter became a bat mitzvah, he wrote a speech for the service that he cried through.

Shitty on the other hand?? Oh, he complains to the waitress at his favorite deli because his coffee was too cold, and then when it comes back a little warmer, complains it’s too hot. He’s the type of Old Jewish Man to refer to himself as a cautionary tale to his grandkids. He yells at the screen at movie theatres. SHITTY is the one who sits in the window and yells at god (which is code for the sun when it’s too hot and the clouds when it rains because it makes his arthritis act up.)

Just Say Yes|| Jack Avery|| Why Don’t We Imagine|| Part 1

You sit in a chair at McCarran International Airport, waiting for your best friend, Daniel Seavey, and his band-mates to land. The last time you had seen them was Christmas Break, which felt like forever ago. While you had been in LA with them, you had developed a bit of a crush on Daniel’s friend, Jack, but had refused to tell anyone. You bounce up and down in your seat, excited to see everyone again, but nervous to see Jack. 

After waiting for just about forever, you see the five boys walk out of their gate. A huge smile appears on your face when Daniel sees you, waving frantically. The boys’ faces light up as you break into a sprint, charging right into Daniel’s arms. He nearly falls over, but gathers his balance, hugging you tightly. “God, I missed you.” He says into your hair, closing his eyes. “Not as much as I missed you.” You giggle.

“Okay, that’s enough. My turn.” Zach says, pushing Daniel away and enveloping you in his arms. You laugh into his chest, “Missed you too,Zach.” You give the rest of the boys hugs, hoping no one notices the slight pink in your cheeks when you pull away from Jack. 

After grabbing the boys’ suitcases from baggage claim, all six of you pile into an UBER and head for the hotel.They would only be in Las Vegas for a couple of days since they were really only there for the Billboard Music Awards. Having you there was just the cherry on top for them. 

The six of you had three rooms in total at the hotel. You had booked one for yourself, but you knew that in the end, you and Daniel would end up in the same room. Jack and Daniel (are supposed to) share the room next to yours, and the rest of the boys pile into the room across the hall. 

You plop down on to the couch in your room, noticing the connecting door between Daniel’s room and yours. Almost immediately after you see the door, it swings open, revealing a curious Jack. He blinks at you for a second and you raise an eyebrow. “Yes?” You ask, trying to hide your smile. 

“Just wanted to see where this door leads.” He quickly scurries off, but not fast enough for you to miss the color in his cheeks. You feel yourself go red. 

The next couple days, you hang out with the boys, a smile never leaving your face and a laugh never too far away from escaping your mouth. You even hang out with Jack a little, which make you insanely happy.

You were right from the start. Even if Daniel left his stuff in Jack’s room, he still slept in your bed. You roll your eyes as he climbs into under the covers the last night before the boys have to head back to LA. He props himself up, leaning on his hand as he rests his arm on his pillow, staring at you. 

“What can I help you with, Daniel?” You ask, your eyes not leaving you phone.

“Well,” He starts. “I would appreciate it if you gave me all the details about you and Jack.” You turn as red as a tomato, dropping your phone on your face. 

“Where did you hear that?! That’s ridiculous!” You defend yourself, looking straight at a smirking Daniel. 

“Is it though?” He says, his smug expression staying firm. “Come on, Y/N! You honestly thought I missed you trying to sit next to him in the car, or how your cheeks turned pink when he accidentally brushed your hand, reaching for his drink at dinner?”

You make a pouty face, giving in. “Fine, I like him, okay? He’s really cool and pretty frickin cute.” You look everywhere in the room except for Daniel’s eyes. 

“Oooooh, Y/N!” He pokes you in the ribs, laughing. You swat at his hand.

“Shut up!” 

“Not until you tell me everything.” You sigh your defeat, starting from the beginning. The two of you stay up for hours, just talking. You fall asleep with your head on Daniel’s chest, and when you wake up, you realize it would be the last time you’d do it for a very long time. 

You walk the boys to the gate, feeling down but not letting it show on your face. You didn’t want to, but somehow Corbyn and Jonah persuade you to stay with them til their plane arrived. You sit in between Zach and Daniel, scrolling through your phone. 

After about twenty minutes, Jack walks up to you and you immediately put your phone away. “Hey uh… Y/N? Can I talk to you for a sec?” He asks, clearly nervous.

“Sure.” You smile, getting up and following Jack. Sparing a glance at Daniel, you find him wiggling his eyebrows at you. Jack stops just out of ear shot of the rest of the boys.

“Look… I uh,” He looks down, scratching the back of his neck. “ I think you’re really amazing and beautiful, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out… sometime?” You stare at him in shock, eyes wide. 

“Um… I- I mean-” 

“I know you feel the same.” He looks straight into your eyes.

“Wait, what? How do you know that?! Did Daniel tell you?!” Jack laughs at your outburst, his cheeks turning pink.

“Nah. Let’s just say that the hotel has pretty thin walls. It’s good to know that my future girlfriend thinks that I’m “pretty frickin cute.”“

Your entire face flushes red. He heard all of it! You shriek in your head. You stare right over Jack’s shoulder, not knowing what to do. 

“Would ya just say yes already? I’m sweating in my boots over here.” 

You smile, realizing how nervous you make Jack. “Yes. I would love to go out with you sometime.” You stretch on to your tip toes and kiss him on the cheek. 

Smiling, Jack takes your hand and leads you back to the chairs where the boys are waiting. You try to hide your excitement, but the skip in your step clearly gives it away. You snuggle into a seat next to Jack, leaning your head on his shoulder. You glance over at the rest of the boys, all of them looking shocked except for Daniel, who gives you a thumbs up, still wiggling his eyebrows. You laugh and close your eyes, treasuring this moment, recognizing it as a new chapter in your life.

Bacon, Forts and Cuddles - Jack Maynard Imagine

This is my first imagine so lets see how it goes… thoughts on it are welcome, I’d love to know what you think and ways to improve :)

summary: just a lazy day with jack building a fort, eating bacon and cuddling. enjoy :)


It was nearing 11 am when you woke and rolled over to find Jack’s side of the bed empty and cold. Rolling out of bed you made your way to the kitchen, not missing the distinct smell of bacon wafting through the flat.

“Jack? Are you cook-“ you started only to realise it wasn’t Jack in the kitchen. “Morning y/n” Josh said brightly with a grin on his face. “Hey Josh, have you seen Jack?” you replied, laughing to yourself at the thought of Jack waking up before you to cook breakfast. “Nah, thought the lazy shit was still in bed, did you want some bacon? I cooked too much and I gotta head out in 20 minutes” Josh replied turning around and tending to the bacon. “Can’t say no to bacon,” you grinned sitting down on the couch.

“Is that bacon?” Jack’s voice sounded from the hallway. “Yeah, my bacon,” Josh called out. “Aw babe, I thought you decided to make me breakfast this morning” Jack pouted sitting down on the couch next to you, slinging his arm across your shoulders and placing a quick kiss to your cheek. “And I thought the same when I didn’t find you in bed this morning, where were you?” you replied. “Needed to take a shit” he replied eying Josh making up two plates. “Should’ve known,” you mumbled to yourself shaking your head.

After eating half of your breakfast, giving up to Jack’s constant bickering for some of it, you found yourself back in Jack’s bed. “Babe, i’m bored,” you whined to Jack, who was finishing editing his vlog he was uploading later that night. “Y/n, I’ll be done in a couple of minutes. Shut up and stop your whinging,” he laughed playfully while running his fingers through your hair. “I wanna cuddle without your laptop being in the way,” you pouted placing a kiss to his cheek, followed by his jaw and then neck. “Y/n. Stop. Not now.” He clenched his jaw and shuffled away from you on the bed. You sighed and pulled out your phone deciding to scroll through Instagram until Jack had finished.

Half an hour later you felt the bed move and a hand was placed on your waist. You looked up to Jack, his face was just above yours to the side of your phone that was still in your hand. “I’m done with editing babe, we can cuddle now,” He grinned that smile you loved and flashed his perfect teeth, moving his face closer to yours slowly in hopes for a kiss. Deciding to play around you shifted your head to the side so Jack’s lips met your jaw instead of your lips, and you continued to turn onto your side away from him to continue playing on your phone. “Baby, what’re you doing, I thought you wanted to cuddle?” You could practically hear the pout in his voice, ignoring him, you smiled to yourself and kept your attention on your phone. You felt Jack reach over the top of you and your phone was pulled from your grasp, you turned around almost immediately and you found yourself underneath Jack, him holding his weight above you with his arms near your head. “Hi,” he grinned at you, staring into your eyes. “Hi. Bye.” You replied putting your hands against his chest to push him off of you, but he caught your hands in his pulling them away and laying all his weight on you, with his head now on your chest. “Jack! Get off me, you fatty!” you cried with laughter as you tried to wiggle away from him, “You’re crushing me!”. “Stop being so dramatic,” Jack rolled his eyes keeping your hands pinned above your head while peppering kisses all around your face and neck. All of a sudden he stopped and sat up, looking at you with the biggest grin. “What? Why are you looking at me like a psycho?” you asked while sitting up. “I have an idea,” he replied grabbing your hand in his and pulling you from the bed. “Oh no, thats hardly ever good,” you giggled.

Jack sat you down on the couch and told you to stay put while he ran around like a lunatic collecting things. “Jack, babe, what on earth are you doing?” you laughed watching him struggle to get around the table with a large blanket covering most of his body and face. “We’re making a fort!” he exclaimed excitedly while dumping the blanket on you.

Creating the fort took longer than expected with Jack continually getting distracted by you, claiming ‘you look too good in my shirt babe, but it’d look better on the floor’ followed by a cheeky grin and a wink and you throwing a pillow at his head laughing. “Done!” Jack screamed as he placed the last blanket down inside your relatively decent looking fort. “Jack, shut up!” you laughed covering his mouth with your hand, he grabbed it and placed a kiss to it and lead you down to the floor that was now covered in pillows.
“This is nice,” you tiredly looked up to Jack from your position on his chest. He grinned down at you and you placed a kiss on his lips. “Let’s just stay here forever, ok?” Jack replied, looking down at you lovingly. “I’m okay with that,” you replied with a yawn and resumed your previous position with your head on his chest and his arms around you securely, slowly falling into a peaceful slumber. “I love you, y/n” Jack mumbled before closing his eyes.


“Jack! Y/n! We brought back dinner!” Conor yelled as he entered the flat, placing the bags in the kitchen followed by Josh. Noticing the fort made in the living room the boys made their way over to the opening to see you and Jack cuddled up asleep. “How the fuck is Jack in a relationship and I’m not?” Conor mumbled jokingly, glad his brother found someone as amazing as you.

I Like Me Better

Jack Lowden imagine based on the song ‘I Like Me Better’ by Lauv

Thanks, @sugarandedge for the idea! I hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted!

Originally posted by lackjcwden

To be young and in love in New York City
To not know who I am but still know that I’m good
long as you’re here with me

“Fuck, fuck, fucking, shit, damn.” You’re so eloquent under pressure. That’s for damn sure. You’re late. Which, to be honest, is incredibly unlike you. You’re typically the person that’s always there awkwardly early to where you usually have to stall and find things to do to kill the excess time.

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