i made it only for jack's reaction

- Cas has said that Dean and him have a more “profound bond” than Sam and Cas do

- Dean is always significantly impacted by Cas dying/leaving/etc, and Sam, although also hurt by it, not NEARLY as much as Dean always is

- Dean and Cas have movie nights, (presumably) without Sam

- Dean wanted to actually die after Cas died, not wanting to live without him

- Cas has an issue with personal space but only with Dean ??

- Eye sex

- Cas never watches Sam while he sleeps, but you bet your ass he watches Dean

- Cas (presumably) usually always makes Dean coffee in the morning

- Dean made Cas a mixtape

- How Dean hates Jack, but suddenly Cas comes back and Dean wants Jack to stay

- “I need you”

- 13x05 NEVER shows Sam’s reaction to seeing Cas again, as if only Dean and Cas are reuniting

- How Dean always welcomes Cas home, because home is where the Dean is

- Dean not believing in anything after Cas’ death

- “I just need a win” *Cas comes back*

- Cas says “I love you.” *Camera cuts to Dean*

But yeah no —‘brotherly love’

in which jack bodyswaps with his older self and realizes his priorities

CW: mention of panic attack, dubious consent (kissing, being in bed with a naked person who doesn’t realize you’re not 100% the person they think you are), anxiety (year 1 Jack)

When Jack went to bed that night, he only spared a moment within his post-panic-attack stupor to feel slightly remorseful for what he’d said to Bittle after the game.

When he awoke, he wasn’t alone.

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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.”

Your Choice - Part 2

(Part 1)


Mac x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where he and the reader are sort of an established thing but then Nikki comes back and there is a lot of tension? You can go anywhere you’re like from there.

You still weren’t sure if you believed it, the whole Nikki being a double or undercover agent thing. Even after she had explained why she did what she did. But in the end it didn’t matter what you believed, heck you’d just be glad to never see her face again. According to Jack’s big mouth she had left. No word yet on how Mac was feeling about it.

Finishing up in one of the Phoenix’s conference rooms, you stacked together the papers in a neat pile on the left side of the table. Mac’s figure entered the room just as you titled your head up.

“Need any help?”. He asked. It surprised you because those were the most words he had uttered to you since that conversation in your apartment.

Locking your phone after reading the message that popped up, you gathered the papers putting them in your oversized work bag. “No, I got it”.

“I’m guessing Jack told you that Nikki is no longer here?”. He shifted foot to foot, not liking the extra tension that just appeared out of thin air after saying Nikki’s name.

“Yeah, he did. So when can I expect her to come by? In a few days or how about few months?. I wanna be prepared in case something like this happens again”. The bitterness spilling out all too well.

Mac stayed silent. Taking another look his way, there was no question he was tired. His eyes hardly had any light to them and Bozer had accidentally mentioned that Mac was over-working himself more than usual. And judging from the way Mac was staring at you, he was drawing the same conclusion.

“What do you want, Mac?”. The tiredness kicking in from being copped up in an building all day.

“I want you, Y/N. I want what we had before I let Nikki get into my head again, before I made a stupid mistake in kissing her”. He blocked the doors entrance, his strong build no match for you. “You told me that you still wanted to be with me, it’s been 2 weeks and I need to know if you’ve forgiving me?”.

Putting the bag at the crock of your arm, you replied. “Why? So you can run to Nikki and kiss her again if my answer is no?”

He turned slightly and shut the door. “God, no Y/N!. Tell me what I need to do here? I won’t see Nikki ever again or speak to her if that’s what you want. Just please, tell me how I can get you to forgive me?”.

The truth is you’d already forgiving Mac. The sleepless nights, seeing him in the hallway not being able to run up to him, not knowing how his day went and so on, all made the choice to forgive him just a tiny bit easier. The biggest reason was the most obvious one, that you loved him more than anything. Not telling him, wasn’t to punish him in any way. It was solely for you to see if you could live without Mac, and well the answer was you couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry”. He spoke once again, this time inching a little closer. “I swore to myself that I’d never hurt you like that and I did it anyway because I’m the biggest idiot. And if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do”.

A smile started to form on your lips, “How about we just start with dinner, say my place in about an hour?”.

Mac pulled you in a quick, unexpected hug and the smell of his aftershave and the warmth of his body just felt right. “I’ll be there, I promise”. He hurried out the door, waving goodbye as he ran past the glass windows.

“I think you just made his day”. Jack stood out in the hallway, joining him the two of you walked side by side.

“I could tell you didn’t approve of me freezing Mac out for 2 weeks”. Side-eyeing Jack to get his reaction.

He causally bumped shoulders with you. “Doesn’t matter what I thought or Bozer or even Riley, the only thing that mattered was how you felt. Y/N, you had every right to be mad at Mac, I’m just glad to see the two of you are working things out”.

Stopping at the door situated at the end of the hallway, you breathed. “Well I better go, I have a dinner to get ready for. Thanks Jack for the talk”.

“Anytime Y/N”. Saying goodbye in the form of a hug, you made your out of the building feeling oddly nervous for this dinner.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, it was a message from Mac. 3 words that’s all it contained. But yet those 3 words meant more now than you every thought possible.

I love you - Mac

Typing your response back. It was going to take baby steps, trust was important to you and that was never an easy thing to get back. But you wholeheartedly believed that you and Mac could overcome this hurdle and re-appear stronger than ever on the other side.

My Place? - A Jack Maynard Imagine (Buttercream Squad Fan Fiction)

You thought it was a normal night, just hanging out with the guys, having some beers, maybe a little wine, but it wasn’t. It all started out normally, but then you spilled more than your drink to one of the guys about your secret crush.
“Shh! Just forget I told you anything Oli, don’t tell anyone!” You insisted as soon as you accidentally gushed your feelings for Jack Maynard to him. You were both standing in his kitchen opening a couple of beers while the other guys were in the lounge, laughing and chatting loudly.
“So, what are you gonna do? You’ve got to tell him!” Oli replied in a loud whisper.
“No, are you crazy? It would put our friendship at risk, plus I doubt he likes me like that…” You trailed off, feeling insecure about how Jack might react. “Anyway, c'mon we should go back through before they start thinking that WE are up to something!” You said with a giggle. You led the way back through to the lounge and sat down next to Joe.
“Ey up love, you and Oli were gone a while…” Joe hinted, you knew he’d be the first to notice. You were good friends with both Joe and Oli and Joe had always thought something would happen between you and his dark haired friend.
“And? You jealous?” You teased, knowing he would go on the defensive. He took a swig from his beer and shook his head with a hearty laugh.
“Just couldn’t help but notice!” He said with a smirk, “so are we hitting some clubs tonight then guys?” He asked the group.
“I’m down!” Josh called out.
“Same, wouldn’t mind looking for some nice girl to take home, if you know what I mean!” Mikey said with a wink. The rest of the group agreed and Conor called a cab.
“Okay but if we’re going out I gotta go get changed into something nice!” You shouted over the loud music.
“Why? You look nice in what you’ve got on already.” A soft voice whispered from beside you, it was Jack. Goosebumps stood up on the back of your neck and you felt warmth spread through you. You smiled at him but then snapped back into reality.
“Ooh you trying to pull tonight Y/N?” Mikey asked in a teasing voice. You stood up and took a sip of your beer.
“Maybe I am!” You said with a giggle and stuck your tongue out at him before looking around at all the guys to see their reactions. Everyone laughed. You excused yourself and came back 5 minutes later wearing a short black dress that showed off your curves, high heels, and a cropped leather jacket. As you walked back into the lounge some of the guys turned to see you and their jaws dropped.
“Wow Y/N, look at you!” Oli said, trying to act casual.
“Oh my god you ARE trying to pull tonight!” Mikey yelled in surprise.
“Trying? She WILL pull looking like that!” Conor exclaimed, standing up and looking you up and down as though checking you out.
“Like what you see do you?” You said flirtatiously to Conor, before noticing Jack’s eyes slowly wandering over your body, from your feet, to your thighs to your chest and finally your face. He stopped and smiled.
“Nice.” He said non-chalantly, before turning away and drinking the remainder of his beer. A heat grew inside you making you yearn for more from the cool, collected Jack. “Cab’s here!” Conor shouted, he flicked the switch on his music and him and the rest of the guys got up and pulled their jackets on. You all bundled into the cab practically sitting on top of one another, in fact you actually were sitting half on Oli’s lap and half on Conor’s. “Hmm I’m kinda liking this!” Conor teased from under you, he wriggled his hips as though he was humping you and you laughed along with the rest of the guys, except Jack, who instead shot his brother a look of disapproval from opposite you both. You smiled at him, showing that you could take the joke and he smiled back at you. God his smile was perfect you thought to yourself. You pulled up in front of a club and all spilled out of the taxi, Conor paid the driver and gave you his hand to help you out the car.
“Thanks, you’re really on top form tonight huh?” You said flirtatiously. Jack watched you both from the door of the club as he flashed his ID to the bouncer. You all followed him inside and ordered drinks from the bar. “Honestly though Y/N, you look really good in that dress” Conor complimented you, standing very close to you at the bar within earshot of his younger brother.
“Jeez Con, if you like her that much just kiss her already!” Jack grunted in an annoyed tone as he took his drink from the bar and turned away. Conor turned around to face his brother.
“What’s going on with you man? You seem to have a problem with me and Y/N even though we’re just harmlessly flirting” he questioned Jack.
“Yeah? Well maybe I don’t want you to flirt with her!” He said loudly, loud enough for you to hear over the clubs obnoxious dance music. You took a sip of your drink and listened again to their conversation.
“Why? Do you - do you LIKE her?” Conor asked in a shout back to Jack. You peeked over your shoulder and saw Jack place his hand on Conor’s shoulder and pull him further away from the bar, and you. You couldn’t hear them anymore, but if you turned to chat to Josh you could spy on the brothers from the corner of your eye.
“Nice shirt by the way” you said to Josh, eyes flickering over to Conor and Jack who were still speaking in hushed voices.
“Thanks Y/N, wonder what they’re fighting about this time” he replied, taking a drink and nodding towards the Maynard brothers you were both watching.
“Hm? How do you know they’re fighting?” You asked sheepishly, looking back at Josh.
“I lived with them - I know when they’re fighting.” He explained, still watching the brothers. Just then Joe and Caspar walked by them towards you and Josh.
“You heard them bloody rowing?” Joe enquired pointing back at them with his thumb.
“It’s about you y'know Y/N” Caspar chipped in. You looked surprised, not understanding why they would be fighting about you.
“Really? Why? What about me?” You asked in a soft voice. The 4 of you watched them a little longer and they eventually noticed and stopped in their tracks. “What’s going on guys? Why are you fighting?” You asked them, walking over and placing a hand on an arm of each boy. They both looked at you with the same expression on their faces, one you didn’t entirely register. You looked from Jack, to Conor, to Jack again. “Please? Just tell me?” You didn’t direct this question at either of them in particular but it was Conor who answered it.
“Jack’s annoyed because I was flirting with you…” Conor said as he turned towards you. “I told him it was nothing, harmless fun” he announced confidently. Jack stared at his brother in outrage at what he was saying.
“HEY! Conor stop, I need to talk to Y/N” he said before turning to you and taking your hands. “Can we go outside Y/N?” You nodded and before you could say anything else he started leading you towards the door. You felt the chill of the cold air hit your bare legs as you left the building and the boozy smell of the club and sweaty people was now replaced with cigarette smoke and cold air. Jack still had your hand in his and continued leading you down the road, away from the noisy chatter of social smokers and bouncers telling people they’d had too much to drink. You stopped and stood in front of Jack, making him pay attention to you fully.
“Jack where are we going? If you need to tell me something then tell me here, or at least some place warm” you spoke reasonably.
“Okay, I-I… Not here. Come on we can go to that chip shop and have a coffee” he took the lead again, this time hot-footing it towards the chip shop with you following swiftly behind. He ordered a coffee for you both and paid while you found a table in the corner. “Here” he handed you the hot cup and sat down opposite you, twirling his thumbs around each other. It occurred to you that you had never seen Jack like this, he looked thoughtful, no - worried. You blew steam away from the cup and took a long sip of coffee while looking at him in this unusual state.
“Damn that’s good” you whispered breathily trying to amuse Jack who knew you were a coffee fiend. “So… What’s up? You got pissed at Conor for flirting with me? Doesn’t sound like you - usually you’d just flirt along with the rest!” You said in bewilderment.
“Okay, Y/N I got mad at Conor for flirting with you because… Well, I didn’t realise how I felt about you until the rest of the guys started noticing how beautiful you are!” His words came as a shock to even himself. He stared down into his coffee until you spoke again.
“Jack, you - you think I’m beautiful?” You said in a soft stutter, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. You’d been having feelings for Jack for about a month and a half now and he was telling you that he felt the same.
“Of course Y/N, you ARE beautiful. When the rest of them were complimenting you earlier tonight it made me realise I had to up my game if I wanted you to notice me above them. I must have been blind not to see it sooner. I got jealous when they started flirting with you - when Conor was flirting with you I guess I just got a bit… Territorial. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought with him about it but I thought he might have a better chance with you than I did, and that hurt because I really like you.” His confession made you smile and you placed a hand on his.
“Oh Jack, you are so adorable, you know that? If only you knew… If you knew I’ve had a crush on you for the past 6 weeks!” You felt so relieved to finally say it, but you were still nervous about the reaction you might get.
“What? You - 6 weeks? 6 WEEKS?! Holy shit Y/N, oh my god!” Jack stood up fast at this revelation and his hands flew to his head. “I can’t believe all this time we could have been dating!” He added. You blushed through a smile and looked up at him with glittering eyes. He looked so hot tonight. You just wanted to kiss him. Jack took your hand and pulled you to your feet, he then moved in close to your body and you could feel his heart beating like a drum. His hands found your waist and yours climbed their way to his shoulders before your arms slid around his neck. Before anything else was said his lips collided with yours, they battled in a frenzy of heat and passion and you felt like you were the only ones in the room. You weren’t. By now all the other lads had stumbled out of the club to come and find a late night snack. They were all falling over each other to get into the chip shop and had inadvertently found you and Jack not-so-secretly kissing.
“About time you guys hooked up!” Josh cheered, you broke away from the kiss now realising you had been confronted by the group of guys who were ogling you and Jack.
“Yeah, Y/N just told me a couple of hours ago how much she fancied you!” Oli chimed in directing this at Jack.
“Wait, you knew about this?!” Conor shouted at Oli, “and you didn’t think to tell me?” He laughed showing he wasn’t actually angry and they both laughed. The guys all ordered their chip suppers and headed out onto the street, followed by you and Jack with an arm around each other’s waists.
“So…” Joe spoke up while munching on a chip “what do we call you now? Needs a ship name!” He laughed and the rest of the boys started shouting out various combinations of you and Jack’s names while walking towards a taxi rank. Jack on the other hand was too preoccupied with keeping you close to him. His warm arms draped around you like a blanket as you walked along behind the rest of the guys. He kissed your cheek and whispered something in your ear. Something none of the others could hear, but nor would they want to.
“My place?” He breathed. You smiled, nodded and gave him another long happy kiss.

He's Not Mine (G.D) PT 3

I hopped off my couch and groaned. Who could be interrupting my Pretty Little Liars binge marathon now? I opened the door and was faced with Aaron and Jack. “What do you two bozos want?” I sighed with annoyance as I opened the door, gesturing for the to step in. “You are absolutely crazy Y/N!” Aaron exclaimed. “Yeah! I didn’t think you had the balls-”
“Excuse me, but what are we talking about?” I asked as I twisted open the cap to my water bottle. Jack and Aaron stole quick glances as I took a sip of my water. I set it down and raised an eyebrow. “Oh my god. Are you guys gay? Oh my god! Are you two dating?!” I gasped and slammed my palm onto the table excitedly. “I knew it! Carpendail! I was shipping it from the beginning-”

“What?! No, we’re talking about you now!” Aaron cut in as Jack shook his head. “Oh” was all I said as I moved to sit on my counter. “What’s up?” I asked and gave them both a small smile. “We know your secret.” Jack whispered. “First of all, we’re the only ones here so why are you whispering? And second of all, what secret?” I asked and chuckled softly. “You’re sleeping with Grayson.” Aaron said and I made no reaction. I simply stood up from my seat and walked towards Aaron. “Listen. You better keep your mouth shut, Carpenter. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hissed and jabbed a finger into his chest. He stumbled back a bit and cleared his throat. “Y/N, what’s going on with you?” He asked me with concern. I sighed and turned around. “Fine. Grayson and I have been seeing eachother. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Besides, I’ve called it off.” I mumbled before turning back around to face him. “Especially Grayson, if he found out you knew- I don’t know what he’ll do.”

“We promise.” Jack sighed and moved in to hug me. “Am I a bad friend?” I asked and frowned. “No, you just slept with the guy your bestfriend is in love with. No biggie.” Aaron shrugged. “It was multiple times.” I confessed. “Actually a year.” I said as Aaron and Jack’s jaws dropped. “Okay yeah, you’re a terrible friend.” Jack said and Aaron slapped him on the head. “Wow, thanks. As if the guilt wasn’t eating me up already.” I sighed and sat down. “Well you asked!” Jack huffed as Aaron and I rolled our eyes. “Why didn’t you come to school today then?” Aaron asked. I shrugged and popped a cherry into my mouth. “I didn’t want to see Grayson, plus I wasn’t in the mood to hear a bunch of professors lecturing me on what I already know.”
“Well, just so you know. Grayson actually didn’t come to school today, neither did Y/BFF/N. We thought you all ditched-”

“Hold on, someone’s at the door.” I sighed and walked towards it. I opened it up and there stood. Y/BFF/N with a brown paper bag in her hand. My eyes darted towards it and my mouth formed an “O” shape. I quickly grabbed the bag and stuffed it up my sweater. Y/BFF/N gave me a confused look and I pointed to Aaron and Jack behind me. She nodded slowly and stepped inside. “Well, I guess we’ll be going now- Oh! Hey Y/BFF/N!” Jack grinned. “Hey!” She plastered on a grin and I awkwardly smiled. “Well..bye!” I chirped and shoved them both out the door. “Wait! Hey I wanted a cherry-”
“Too bad!” I cut in and locked the door shut. Y/BFF/N laughed at my expression and I rolled my eyes. “Okay, so..did you take the test?” I asked. She nodded yes and inhaled a deep breath. “Could you read to me the results..I’m too scared to do it.” Y/BFF/N nodded. I sighed and nodded. I removed the bag from my shirt and stuck my trembling hand inside. I was praying, praying that it would be negative. I was still in love with Grayson and I guess part of me was hoping he would leave Y/BFF/N for me. But if she’s pregnant..there’s no way that was going to happen.

“Gray.” I breathed as I opened my door. Jesus what’s with everyone visiting me today?
“Hey..” He sighed and stepped in. “So..is she um- pregnant?” He asked me. “No.” I replied and folded my arms. “It does make this a lot easier though.” I sighed. Shit, did I really just say that?
“No it doesn’t.” Grayson replied. “And why is that?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Because I don’t want to be with Y/BFF/N anymore..I want to be with someone else.” Grayson muttered. “Well, I hope you grow some balls and whoever you want to be with has a happy life with you.” I smiled and pushed him out the door. “Y/N.” he demanded and shoved open the door. I released my grasp on it and crossed my arms. “I want us to be friends Gray, good friends.” Lies. Why am I lying to him? He could probably see right through me. We knew eachother by now. At first it was just a sexual attraction, but after sex it lead to long conversations where we grew to know eachother. And I slowly fell for him, as if I didn’t have a ginormous crush on him before, that just heightened it. “Friends..right.” Grayson mumbled and muttered something else after that but I couldn’t quite make it out. “I’m going to go see Y/BFF/N I guess..” He frowned and I nodded. “Bye..”
I shut the door slowly and sighed once he was gone. I turned around and slid my back down against the door. Tears stung at my eyes and I clutched my phone.

Should I call Ethan?

Originally posted by majesticdolans


WhatCulture WWE just lost its core members - Adams Blampied & Pacitti, King Ross, Jack the Jobber and Sam Driver - AND I AM SO FUCKING BUMMED!!

I owe them a big part of the wrestling fan that I am today. I started to follow the channel casually, because I loved their Top 10 videos. Then I got into the WTF Moments and became a Loyal Subject, started laughing my ass off watching the PPV Reactions, compared their opinion to my own with the Ups and Downs, and heard about WCPW in between.

And then, one evening, a live notification popped on my browser - WCPW Fight Back was streamed, so I gave it a look. And I clicked the link to find this

The content of the speech, Adam’s talent on the mic -this, my friends, moved me a lot and made me an even bigger fan. 

WCPW got me into the British wrestling scene, and the independent scene in general. Listening to Plumpy breaking down the PPV events and to Ross pointing out the WTF moments made me want to talk about wrestling, to look at it with a critical approach. The wrestling-themed account I’m writing for is called WattCulture for a reason.

The only “positive” thing is that they all left together, which makes me hope they’ll keep working as a team - if so, I can’t wait to see what’s next!

Thank you both Adams for the incredible work you’ve down, be it with WCPW and on the wrestling reviews/reaction - and for giving us the cutest ship moments ever!

Thank you Jack - basically for the same reasons ^^ and for being the nicest dork!

Thank you Ross for making me laugh so often - whatever’s up there knows I’ve needed it over the last 6 months!

Thank you Sam for the amazing video work, and the laughs on the few reactions videos you took part in - too few in my opinion!

And I’ll conclude with a few pictures

See you five again soon!

Ohhh boy…. Jack has really brought out the toxic sides of the fandom…

People mock pewdiepie because they say he overreacts when he plays video games (or particularly horror games)

Now they mock him and say that he’s not funny because he’s not scared when he plays Five Nights at Freddy’s 3

After Jack comes out, most of the players
(both inside and outside the team) support him, but still there are some who aren’t that agreeable with this. Most remain quiet but some are more… vocal.

So, in a beautiful saturday, almost at the end of the game between LA Aces and Providence Falconers, a shitty Ace player shouts a rather loud “faggot” as Jack passes through him.

Now you think “ Oh, Jack probably just checked him and forgot about it”, I mean, he could, but that particular guy has been pissing him off too much.

However, before he could react, a certain Kent Parson all but pushed-literally pushed- the asshole to Alexei Mashkov who nearly cracked the guy’s skull with a fucking awesome check.

Needless to say everyone was shocked, not only with Parson’s reaction but also the easy dynamic he and Tater showed.

Not long the game was over and all the players, and I mean all of them, just skated silently to Parse and thanked him either with a pat in the back or a punch in the shoulder-except Jack and Alexei who almost jumped on the guy and hugged the shut out of him- as Kent blushed like a mad.

(Bitty saw the game, of course he did. He made sure to send both Tater and Kent at least five pies and others baked goods)

Samurai Jack Episode 92

Ninety… two…

A friend of mine said this he said: “What this means is not only are we fifty years in the future, we’re also forty episodes in the future”. Forty episodes, forty shenanigans-filled moments of Samurai Jack, known only to the void between seasons 4 and 5.

Now we stand at a new edge, peering over it, considering what has been wrought. I am here because season 5 was made, even if I one day decided to watch Samurai Jack, it wouldn’t have been for liveblogging if it hadn’t become so alive today. But it has and so I’m here.

I know bits and pieces about what is to come. I’ve seen bits and pieces, though I avoid as much spoilers as I can all the same. Still, my reactions are genuine, and if I seem surprised or impressed or happy I am. It’s time for the first episode of season 5.

Samurai jack Episode 92 begins… now.

I got a stream to play through MPC so I can quick screenshot btw. Apparently being a non-United States citizen means adultswim wants me to not support it so, well, I’m not a fan of the watermark but we do what we have to do. If someone has an idea for a better way to support or watch this, please do let me know.

Of course.

The raw technical quality on the visuals is already gigantically higher. I mean of course, it’s been however many years, but STILL!

Fifty years and Aku is still sending out those bugbots to harass randoms living in his world. Such petty villainy.


Well I’m successfully intimidated.

Stitch The Wound

Phanniemay15 Theme: End


“Wakin’ up, I don’t feel alive,

How fucked up are we inside?

Breaking up in your empty eyes,

Where’s the truth to all the lies?”

-Let Go, Hollywood Undead


The word swam in front of him, and his fingers dug into the upholstery of the chair. Colors blurred, and he felt a sickening sense of vertigo as the lights brightened and dimmed seemingly at random. He bit his tongue to try to stop the feeling of rocking, but it did little to help. He kind of saw two faces turn towards him, and he focused on trying to see them clearly.

“You okay, Vladdy?” the concerned tone in Jack’s voice was genuine, and it did nothing to help kick Vlad’s urge to puke. Maddie’s face, however, was a welcome sight when his world became crisp again, her brows knit as she looked at him with worry.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel very good.” Vlad said, “I think I might be coming down with something.”

Jack smiled, and Vlad internally kicked himself, “We’ve got some meds if you wanna take anything. It’s best to catch it before it gets too bad, after all.”

Vlad shook his head, “No, that’s quiet alright. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“If you say so.” Jack shrugged, “Anyway, we started these new plans for a gun against Phantom. He’s always oddly resistant to our other weapons, they never seem to affect him as much as they should. But we got a lot of information from the last time we took readings of him. This new gun has to pack a good punch—maybe even enough to disrupt his signature enough to destabilize him!”

Vlad felt a pang of irritation, an unwelcome feeling of worry coming along with it. He knew Daniel could take care of himself, but the idea of such a weapon existing that could do so much damage to him was not one he was comfortable with. He didn’t know what would happen to a halfa if their ghost half was destabilize. Daniel could very well be killed. At best, Vlad assumed he’d be severely injured and disabled for the rest of his life. He’d have to keep an eye on this weapon.

“How interesting. I think that such a weapon would be unnecessary, since there’s really nothing physically abnormal with him.” he mused. Maybe he’d get lucky and the latent lie would confuse them enough to be distracted from the gun.

Jack wasn’t so easily swayed, “Oh, but he is! He’s different from every other ghost we’ve ever known about!”

Maddie nodded, folding her arms over he knees as she leaned forward in the chair, “We don’t know why, either. It’s odd, Phantom shouldn’t be as powerful as he is, given his age.”

“Perhaps he’s older than you think.” Vlad supplied. His heel bounced off the floor, the familiar uncomfortable tension returning to his muscles. He ignored the way everything blurred a little again.

“We thought about that, but there hasn’t been any reports about him before the portal opened. He doesn’t have a history in the human world.” Maddie argued. Jack nodded beside her and Vlad cursed their observations. The one time they actually pay attention.

He shrugged, folding his hands over his stomach as he lounged, “Just because he doesn’t have a history here doesn’t mean he’s as old as the portal opening. He might have just been one fo the first ghosts to come through the portal, not formed around the same time. Correlation doesn’t prove causation.”

Maddie hummed, “True…..”

Jack watched as she held her chin in thought, they turned his attention back to Vlad, “Hey Vlad, d'you have any ideas about why Phantom’s different? We can’t really think of anything.”

The heat he was used to having was getting uncomfortable as it increased in temperature. The vertigo worsened, and he clenched his teeth together. He swore he felt his stomach back flip. He didn’t dare shake his head, he feared it would make the sudden onslaught of symptoms worse.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. I haven’t studied anything ghost-related since college. I admit my knowledge on the subject is…..degraded.” he said, unable to keep from slurring his words. His lungs clenched while he was talking, refusing to relax. He only just barely managed to force out the last word.

It felt like his core was burning a hole in his chest. He tried to focus on breathing normally, but he could hear his own breath. He tried to find something to stare at, to pretend to be captivated by, but he couldn’t find anything in the shifting world. The chair against his back was a pleasant source of stability. He felt his core pop once, twice, and it took all of his restraint to not curl up from the pain. He’d felt worse before, he tried to tell himself. It didn’t really help. He rubbed the spot on his chest, knuckles pressing into his flesh as the tried to knead the soreness out of it. He was certain that sweat was gathering under his suit collar and at the back of his neck. He’d forgotten how uncomfortable sweating actually was, given he never overheated anymore. He could feel their eyes burrowing into him, and he wanted nothing more than to just get to the safety of his own home.

Maddie noticed his discomfort, and for once, Vlad was not alright with her attention. She looked him over, “Vlad, are you sure you’re okay?”

He waved a hand, “I’m fine.” He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his lungs were so tight.

She frowned,“If your having chest pains, we should really take you to the hospital—”

His core twisted.

“No!” burning heat racing across his nerves in panic. Memories of the isolation and the pain and the terrible treatments flashed across his mind. Both Maddie and Jack flinched back, and Vlad swallowed thickly, “I mean, that won’t be necessary. I’m not having chest pains.”

Jack stared at him, but eventually nodded, “Alright.”

“I do think I should go home, though. I wouldn’t want to get anyone else sick.” Vlad admitted. A few of his words slurred despite his best efforts to keep his voice even.

He wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to get away. This wasn’t normal, something was wrong with him. He was not one to have power issues, and having them now in front of ghost hunters was not the best thing to do. He didn’t even wait for the responses, it wasn’t up for debate. He was leaving. He pushed himself out of the chair, and his world went white. He felt everything jolt, his hands lashing out to grab something to keep himself from falling. His legs nearly buckled underneath him, it was only by sheer luck he managed to catch himself. He waited a few moments, trying to bring the world back so he could see. Everything still felt like it was moving, and he regretted, not for the first time during the evening, coming over when Jack had asked him to.

“You shouldn’t be driving if you’re stumbling, let us take you home.” Maddie said quietly, sounding closer than before. Vlad felt nimble fingers hook under his elbow and he flinched away from the contact.

Vlad shook his head slightly, but even the small movement made colors dance between his eyes, “I’m fine. I can see perfectly well and my reaction time isn’t hindered. I just stood too fast.” When clear sight came back to him, he saw that both of them were way too close to him for comfort. He took a step back.

“Please, Vlad, I insist. I’d rather be safe than sorry, it only takes a second for someone to T-bone you.” Jack pleaded, and Vlad bit his tongue to keep the remark that came to mind to himself. It was his damn fault he was even having this problem right now.

“I’m aware. But I’m being serious, I don’t need any help. I can drive myself.” Vlad protested.

He took the moment to sidestep around both hunters, and he tried to walk as fast as he could towards the door. The movement made him feel sick, and he was completely aware that he wasn’t even walking straight. He hissed when he felt Jack’s hand on his shoulder. The gesture gave him no stability and he staggered a little mid-step. he knew his body was hotter than what could be humanly possible, he could already feel the tendrils of smoke tickling the back of his throat. He needed to leave, he couldn’t have a power meltdown here. It would be game over for him.

Jack’s hands pulled him straighter, Vlad didn’t have the energy to keep his shoulders from slouching, “You can barely stay on your feet! You’re not driving.”

Vlad shrugged off his fingers, “It’s nothing! I’m fine!”

He glared at Jack, but was shocked when Jack returned it in full, “You either let me drive you home, or you can stay the night. You’re choice. We’re not letting you get behind the wheel.”

“I said I’m fine! I’m just….running a little fever.” He bit out, his breath hot. He smelled smoke. He swayed, and everything felt light. He felt the wonderful coldness of the wall solid under his fingers.

“He’s lightheaded. I’ll get a chair, he’s going to pass out.” Maddie’s voice floated through the haze clouding his mind. He grit his teeth, snarling.

He slammed his palms onto the wall, “I SAID I’M FI—!!!”

His core popped again, his left arm set on fire. He felt a wavering sense of numbness pass over his flesh for a moment, and something was around the limb. As quick as it came, the sensation left, and pain exploded into his mind like a bomb. He screamed, his muscles tightening despite the fact that it worsened his agony. He barely heard Jack call his name as he fell against the wall, eyes shut tight. His fingers clung to the part of his arm that wasn’t in the wall, as if holding it would make it hurt any less. He forced his eyes open, hissing through his teeth. His arm was phased into the drywall, stuck inside it. He pulled on it. it didn’t budge. He tried to reach out to his core, flinching back when it flared with pain. He was stuck in the wall, and had no way to get out.

He hissed, faint pink trails rising from his breath, “No….oh god, no….”

He heard footsteps on the carpet, “V-Vlad….? D-did you just….?”

“D-don’t….dammit…..not now….” He muttered, tugging on his arm. Pain shot up into his shoulder, but he ignored it. More footsteps, and his eyes went wide.

Panic consumed his mind.

He swung around, “Stay away! Don’t come closer to me!”

Jack froze, staring wide-eyed at him—more specifically his arm. Maddie had her hand over her mouth, standing near the doorway of the kitchen. Jack slowly swallowed, “Vlad, a-are you…?”

Vlad tensed, pressing fully against the wall. A pressure bloomed in the center of his skull, a painful drumming extending like claws over his brain. His chest felt tight, like everything inside it was collapsing in on itself. White spots danced in his vision. His eyes darted between the two hunters, raw fear filling every inch of him.

“Stay back! I’m fine! Just stay away!” He barked, voice raspy and thick. He yanked hard on his arm. If he could just get it out, he could run. He could hide. He had the money and the resources to make himself disappear in more ways than one. The wall refused to release him and he pulled as hard as he could, “Dammit, let go–!!”

He saw Maddie move to Jack’s side out of the corner of his eye, “Vlad, you’re breathing really badly, and your smoking…..” She took a few steps towards him, “Please, let us help yo–”

“Get away from me!GET AWAY! I REFUSE TO BECOME YOUR EXPERIMENT! KEEP AWAY FROM ME!” Vlad pressed himself so tightly against the wall, his shoulder blade hurt, shrieking.

“We’re not going to hurt you, we just want to help—”

Something snapped in his mind, and his eyes went red.

“Like you said you’d help me with my thesis?! Like you said you’d help me with my fear?! Like you promised you’d help me after the accident?!” He snapped, his burning eyes turning to glare at them. His irises glowed brightly, smoke trailing from them, “That’s the thing when you two say you’re going to help—you never do! It’s always empty promises and disappointments!”

Jack gaped, “We don’t underst—”

Vlad snarled, large pointed fangs bared. The glowing red spot on his chest grew larger, the smoke rising from it like it was a fire. Pink energy crackled around him, a faint aura outlining him, “That blasted Proto-Portal destroyed my life! You half killed me, Jack Fenton, I’m half ghost! Five years I spent locked away in an isolation room of that damn hospital! Five years I slowly died from Ecto-Acne from your careless mistake! I endured years of my body revolting against ectopoisoning, of being torn apart until my ghost half saved my life!”


Jack was taken aback, his eyes wide and horrified. He searched Vlad’s face, but found very little resemblance to the friend that had been sitting in his living room just twenty minutes prior. He didn’t look like he was lying either, but Jack knew that that couldn’t be true.

He shook his head, “W-what do you mean, we sent you a letter every week but you never responded….”


Jack opened his mouth to respond, but Maddie held her hand up to him. She slowly moved her hands in front of her, holding her empty hands up. Vlad glared at her, and she took a small step towards him anyway. His arms were shaking, his body pressed firmly against the wall like he was trying to hide against it. She should see the light of his core through the dark suit he wore, the veins on his neck glowing. Red haze escaped his throat every time he heaved a raspy breath, the flyaway strands of his hair plastered to his shining skin. The sweet scent of ectoplasm blended with the smell of something burning. Jack took a step forward to stay at her side, and Vlad glared at him.

Jack hold his hands up too, trying to show Vlad he meant no harm, “Please, Vlad, calm down. You’re not okay, look at yourself. Your chest is glowing and your shaking and you’re smoking all over.” He risked taking another step, slowly reaching out to his old friend.


He felt his core lurch and the numbness seeped down his arm in patches. He didn’t even wait for it to fully envelope him before he yanked, pulling his sore limb from the wall. Something sliced his flesh as he freed himself, but he didn’t care, “Gah! God dammit, finally!”

He held his arm close, his eyes darting to the Fentons. They were too close, too close, too close. His mind raced, his instincts kicking in. Fight or flight, kill or be killed.

Live or die.

He shifted, his muscles tightening. His core burned, too hot.

Too hot.

His heart raced, he couldn’t breathe, everything hurt. He saw their fingers.

Too close.

He couldn’t fight.

He darted to the side, sheer panic filling his veins.




Get away.

Save yourself.

Self preservation.

They’ll hurt you.

They’ll tear you apart.

They hate you.

You’re not safe.

Get away.

He heard them call after him, but he didn’t stop. His feet hit tile, he’d run the wrong way.

Didn’t matter, there was a back door.

Back door

Back door

Back door.




Can’t breathe.

Chest hurts.

Everything smelled like fire, everything felt like fire.

Something was burning.

Back door.

He saw the brass knob, and he raced for it. His fingers grazed it before he felt the arms around him.



He tensed, his fingers hooking and his nails scratching down slipper spandex.





He fought, writhing, as the arms pulled him away from his exit.



He needed to escape

His blood pounded so loud in his ears, and he chest hurt so, so much.

Too much.

He couldn’t breathe.

Too much pain.

It hurt.

It hurt.

“GET OFF ME! GET OFF! LET GO! STOP TOUCHING ME!” He shrieked, pushing and writhing and kicking. Fight fight fight. They wouldn’t let go. Too close. “GET OFF!”

Fingers and arms laced around him, “Oh my god, Vlad, we are so sorry. We’re so sorry…..”

Too close.


Trapped meant pain.

His eyes darted across cabinet doors, vision blurring, “Let me go!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…..we never knew, we never……” Maddie whispered, her voice so close to his ear. Her voice was cold on his skin, “W-we thought you were angry with us, we thought you needed space, we thought you hated us…..We didn’t know how hurt you were, how much we were still hurting you….I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

“I’m sorry, please, Vlad, I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you so bad—you were my best friend, I would never—I didn't—I couldn’t—Oh god everything makes so much more sense now.” Jack breathed, trying and failing to say so much as once.

They were holding him close. Maddie’s arms tightened around his neck, her eyes shut so tight it hurt. It didn’t stop the tears that clung to her eyelashes, they prickled her skin. Unevenly cut nails tangled in the ragged tangles of his ponytail, clinking to hair and dress shirt collar alike. Larger arms encircled his waist, thick fingers fisted into the expensive woven black fabric. Vlad was so tense, he was shaking. He was sandwiched between them. His heart beat so fast and so hard he thought it was going to give out, it hurt so bad. He couldn’t do anything, his own hands digging in like claws to the bodies around him. They didn’t seem to care how hot he was, how he was burning. He screwed his eyes shut, tried to turn his hearing off. He didn’t want to hear this. He couldn't—

“We’re so sorry, please, we’re sorry….

It hurt—

Everything hurt.

He swallowed, his throat raw “I need to leave, let me go….” he whispered.

They squeezed tighter.

“We’re so sorry for everything. For leaving you behind, for the hurt, the pain, for not knowing—We should’ve known better—We were your best friends, oh god should we have known better—We should have seen that something was so very wrong but we didn’t and we’re so-so-sorry!” One of them pleaded, and for his life, Vlad couldn’t figure out which one. “Please….can you ever forgive us?”

“I don’t know…I don’t know…..” He shook his head, his voice so quiet. He tried to ignore the hotness that wet his eyelashes, “Oh god—Not here—Not now—”

He heard Maddie sniffle as she loosened her grip and pulled away. He refused to meet her eyes, he couldn’t he felt her fingers ghost over his arm, pulling the drenched fabric away from the cut on his arm. He winced when she brushed the torn flesh.

“You’re bleeding really bad…” Jack muttered.

Vlad cracked his eyes open. White blotches danced around the edges of his vision. He cast a glance down at his arm. Skin and muscle alike was fileted open like a fish. Thick blood congealed in the slice, glowing chunks of bright neon ectoplasm tainting it. The veins around the wound glowed, the light trailing down into his palm.

He swallowed thickly, turning his eyes away, “I’m fine….”

Maddie raised her eyes to his face, “No, you’re not. You’re not and it’s all our fault….wait here….”

She pushed herself to her feet. Her heard her jog across the room and down into the lab. He swallowed again, closing his mouth as he tried to breathe out of his nose. He felt horrible, the pain returning to his skull slowly. With it came the vertigo, and he bit his tongue. He dug his finger into his chest, hissing as his core twisted again. Loud footsteps sounded from the lab door, and Maddie took the stairs two at a time. She dropped back onto the floor beside him. He rolled his gaze towards her hands, watching her put a first aid kit beside her but keep the scissors. She gently slid the blade of the scissors under his sleeve cuff, cutting it down to the tear. She moved up above the wound, cutting off the entire lower arm of both the suit jacket and the dress shirt underneath. She opened the kit, removing a soaked cloth that had been hap hazardously tossed inside. She reached out towards his arm and he pulled away.

He held his good hand out for the cloth, “I can take care of it myself, I know how to–”

“Hush.” Maddie shoved his hand away.

She gently took hold of his wrist. Jack’s hand moved to grip his elbow, helping to hold the limb still.

“Let us help you….We owe it to you. Please, Vlad.”

He tensed, his throat knotted into a lump, “I…I don’t…..”

He didn’t pull away when Maddie began to lightly dab the wound clean. She worked slowly, trying not to hurt him further. She grazed over several painful spots, muttering an apology when he flinched. The bloodstained rag was traded for a needle and thread, the silence filling with sharp hisses and quick sorries. She ran the needle through his skin, Jack holding the wound closed as she sutured it closed, slowly but surely. It wasn’t the best job in the world, the edges of the wound jagged and ugly and the stitches uneven. Maddie and Jack laid their hands over his, hooking their fingers through his.

They squeezed, “We promise, we’re never leaving you alone again.”

Vlad’s fingers twitched, and he squeezed back. The wound pulled, stinging and still quite painful.

But it was closed, and it would heal.


AN: Sometimes, things must break before they can get better.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Holster and Bitty pretending to be friends with benefits in order to get Jack and Ransom jealous. Shenanigans.

“You’re sure they’re headed this way?” Adam looked hesitantly toward the door. This was their third attempt to get caught and he was feeling anxious. With every attempt to get caught, Adam started to feel worse and worse about the whole plan.

“Yes. I’m sure. Lardo just texted me. Said they were coming straight to the Haus. Now come down here.” Bitty crooked his finger at Holster, needing him to bend down.

Adam bent so Bitty could reach his hair. “Hurry. Are you sure about this, Bitty? I appreciate you wanting to help me make Rans jealous, but I’d hate to hurt things between you and Jack.”

Bitty arched an eyebrow and finished ruffling Holster’s hair. “I’m sure about this, Holster. There’s nothing between me and Jack and I don’t think anything is going to happen anyway.” Bitty bit his lip looked away from Holster. He knew he sounded bitter, but he couldn’t help it. 

After a moment, Bitty smiled again and rucked up Adam’s shirt, “but there is definitely a chance for you and Ransom. We’re all sick of your sad puppy eyes watching him when you think he’s not looking.”

Laughing, Adam kissed Bitty on the cheek and pulled him into a hug. “Thanks, bro.”

“You’re welcome.” They both heard the front door open and shut and they grinned. “Now push me back against the couch and kiss me like I’m Ransom.”

Adam had just slid his hand under Bitty’s shirt and started to deepen the kiss when he heard the thump of a bag hitting the floor.

“Bro! What the fuck is going on?”

“Bittle! Why hi-I mean…um… the living room?”

Adam pulled away from Bitty, cheeks hot, regretting this plan for what felt like the thousandth time. “Hey, Rans, Jack.”

Still holding onto Adam’s waist, Bitty peeked his head around and tried to sound like he was sad they’d been caught. “Sorry ‘bout that, y’all. We thought we’d have the Haus to ourselves a little longer.”

Jack’s eyes softened for a moment at the blond even though he continued frowning at the pair. He remained silent, but there was a flicker of sadness in his eyes before he ended up glaring at Holster. 

The only words they were able to get from him were, “take it somewhere private,” before he straightened up and stiffly turned on his heel and left.

Ransom, on the other hand, was frozen in place, gaping at Adam and Bitty. “How? When? How?”  

Adam forced himself to look Ransom in the eye and seeing the shock and heartbreak there made the pit in his stomach feel even worse  “It’s nothing serious, Rans. We’re just…”

“Just friends with benefits. We were both feelin’ a little stressed from finals and I wanted to have some fun. I knew Holster was bi and currently single, so I asked and he said yes.”

“I’ll just leave you guys to it then. But…maybe take it to Bittle’s room? Like Jack said.” It was obvious Ransom was trying to force himself to sound happy for them, but there was a sadness to his words and the way his eyes kept straying to Adam’s mussed hair and lips as it trying to gauge how long Adam and Bitty had been making out was telling.

“Bro, wait.” Adam had to fix this. There had to be something he could do.

“I’m going to go study some more. We still on for dinner, Hols?” Ransom’s voice sounded even faker when he asked and he had stopped looking at Adam altogether, finding the floor much more interesting instead.

Before Adam could actually say anything, Ransom had disappeared. “Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!. Did I just completely screw this up, Bitty?”

Bitty felt ready to cry because he had not been prepared for Jack’s reaction either. “I’m hoping neither of us did. We should go talk to them.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Adam nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go get my guy, you go get yours. Hopefully, they’ll listen to us.”

Bitty hugged Holster, wanting to give and get some reassurance. “Yours will. I’m not so sure about mine.”

Adam hugged Bitty tight. “Make him listen, Bitty. I know you can do it.”

Bitty knocked on Jack’s door and waited, hoping Jack would let him in and be willing to listen.

Thankfully, Jack only made him wait about a minute before calling out. “Come in.”

Going inside and shutting the door behind him, Bitty took a deep breath and looked at Jack’s back. “Jack, I-”

Jack continued working at his desk, refusing to look at Bitty. “It’s fine, Bittle. You’re allowed to have someone. Holster is a great guy and I’m-”


“He’s reliable and-”


“One of the best-”


Jack finally turned around and stared at Bitty, shock clear on his face. “Bittle?”

“Are you going to listen to me now?”

“Of course. I was just trying to be supportive.”

Taking a few steps closer, Bitty closed his eyes and tried to find the right words. “HolsterandIwerefaking.”


Fists clenched at his sides, Bitty tried again. “Holster and I were faking.”

“You were faking?” Jack stared at Bitty, trying to understand.

“He wanted to make Ransom jealous.”

“He wanted to make Ransom jealous?”

“Stop repeating everything I say. And yes, Holster has feelings for Ransom and he was pretty sure Ransom felt the same, but anytime he tried to broach the subject of his feelings, Ransom changed the subject. So he asked me to help him do something drastic.”

Jack was silent for a moment. “And where do I come into this?”

Bitty focused on the carpet as he scuffed his foot on the floor. “Imayhavefeelingsforyoutoo.”

“Bitty, I need actual words.” Jack stood and reached for Bitty’s hand.

“I may have feelings for you too.” Bitty looked at his hand in Jack’s and tried to stay calm. It felt so perfect and right. “So I was kinda hoping you’d get jealous too. But seeing your face when you came in, it felt wrong and horrible and I don’t want that. I just want to ask you out like a normal person.”

Jack tugged on Bitty’s hand until Bitty shuffled closer. When Bitty was close enough, Jack wrapped him up in a hug and kissed the top of his head. “Ask me.”

Bitty stiffened. “What?”

“Ask me out.”

“Jack, would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“Yes, Bitty. I’d like that a lot. How about tonight at 7?”

Bitty put his arms around Jack’s waist. “Perfect.”

Adam slowly made his way up to the Attic, dreading the possibility that he had just destroyed his friendship with Ransom. When he got up there, it was dark. Ransom hadn’t turned on any lights and was actually in his own bunk, for once, blankets pulled over his head.

“Rans? Bro?” There was no answer, so Adam tried again, voice pleading. “Justin? Please?”

“What do you want, Adam?”

Adam flinched, Ransom had only ever called him ‘Adam’ when they’d first met and were figuring out how the mesh as D-men. “Can we talk?”

Ransom rolled over and peeked out from under the blankets. “Why? Shouldn’t you and Bitty be hooking up in his room?”

“No. We thought it was best to talk to you and Jack and explain.”

Ransom sat up suddenly and jumped down from his bunk and moved right into Adam’s space. “Explain what? Why would you both do that? You think Jack and I want to know what you’re doing when we both-” Ransom’s mouth snapped shut and he tried to get around Adam and get out of the room. 

Adam wasn’t having any of that and caught Ransom’s arm and turned him around. “When you both what?” Ransom shook his head so Adam pushed. “Tell me, Rans.”

“I can’t Holster. Can’t you see? If I say it, then it’s out there and I can’t take it back and I can’t sit here and share a room with you and hurt and-”

“Ransom. Shut up.” Adam backed Ransom up to the bed and cupped his face in his hands.

“Hols. Please, I-”

Adam pressed his lips to Ransom’s and he tried to keep it sweet and chaste but the moment Ransom started to kiss him back, he was lost and had to make it more. Even if all he got was just this one kiss, it was worth it. “Rans, you feel this too, right? I’m not crazy?”

Laughing, Ransom kissed him again. “Yeah, I feel this too. Care to show me how much you’ve been feeling this? Preferably in bed?”

Septiplier And The Fandom Project: Please Read

Okay it’s not really septiplier and but it’s the only thing i can think of to combine both communities.

I want to do a project to start off 2017, to say how far we have come.. to show that we can make it another year.. and to say thanks to mark and jack for helping us get through it.



It can be:
-A reaction video
-A picture of you
-Audio/ video of you saying thanks (i.e. you made me believe and love myself when everyone around me had given up on me..)
-A picture of a short letter/ fanart
-Other (tell me what it is if you have a different idea)



Message them to me

If this is your choice please note:

Reaction/videos - quality does not need to be perfect just need to see your beautiful face (hence a reaction video) However if its a video of you talking (see below for audio) your full face does not to be shown, but if it’s a video of you talking with the camera at the floor or something please just send an audio, it’s less space and it saves me a step.

Audio: We need to hear your voice loud and clear, background stuff is okay but the less the better!

Dont worry about the length, you can edit them down to cut out parts if you want (which would be easier of my part but is not needed because i can do it.)

Okay so if recording is your choice tell me and i’ll give you my email.

This may not be important but tell if it’ for Markiplier or Jacksepticeye (or both) just incase I need it while puting together the video.


Jack’s Love Of Tickling


Septiplier-[Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters!

Summary: Jack loves tickling but is super embarrassed about it. Mark tickle him to show him its okay. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated!

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hangtherules  asked:

talk to me about the moment jack realizes that elizabeth is in tortuga and what he thinks and feels when he sees her B))

      ‘local woman shows up out of nowhere just to continue being vexing’ B))

      okay but really though, I think it’s clear from Jack’s reaction that he definitely hadn’t expected her to seek him out, let alone manage to find him – especially considering that, canonically speaking, this is Elizabeth’s first trip to Tortuga, a place she has probably only heard about via Will and the stories about it. so, in Jack’s mind, she has not only managed to escape the cell that Will made a point of telling him that she was locked up in, but escaped Port Royal, presumably stowed away on board a ship, disguised herself as a man and then located him once landing in Tortuga. it’s pretty damn impressive lbr 

       and I think Jack would have outwardly admired that more ( because he’s definitely not surprised, considering that he wasn’t all that concerned about her being locked up in the first place – he knows she has the intelligence and cunning to look after herself ) had his first thought not been ‘oh god I just traded her fiance away to Davy Jones temporarily in order to find that key’ lmfao. that’s definitely what he first thinks upon seeing her, as well as briefly panicking about how she might then interfere with his plans ( because in CotBP Jack literally had Norrington lock her up in the Dauntless’ cabin so that she wouldn’t interfere when he entered the caves to parlay with Barbossa lmao )

       so that’s what he’s thinking, but this is also the first time that Jack has seen Elizabeth in at least a year, and yet she has rarely left his thoughts in that time ( which is also pretty impressive on her part considering that this is Jack Sparrow, a man who can have his pick of the ladies if he so chooses ). he’s been struggling enough to deal with his sexual frustration when she’s hundreds of miles away, and now suddenly she’s right in front of him, and I think a part of him knows there and then that this means trouble. so that’s why he immediately plays it all off with his ‘these clothes do not flatter it all’ remark, and he continues throughout their voyage on the Pearl to flirt with her in this way, which I think is to try and help him rationalise to himself that his interest in her is fleeting – but of course his interest in her goes far beyond that B))


Time (Jack Gilinsky Imagine)

A/N: This is actually pretty short, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a meme au or imagine with J Gilinsky where y/n feels that jack doesnt spend enough time with y/n?

Pairing: Reader + Jack Gilinsky || Word Count: 1000+ || MASTERLIST

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Supernatural 13.04 “The big empty” review

Hey y’all, I just watched the latest episode of supernatural and I wanted to share my thoughts about it.

First of all, I really liked the episode and not only because we see Castiel, I feel like this episode really made the plot move on. I really like the fact that it was a classic episode (with the uncanny death at the beginning and the brothers coming to help). At the beginning when Sam suggests to bring Jack  hunting I was super hyped but Dean’s reaction kinda annoyed me because I feel like Sam and Dean had always the same arguments since the beginning of the season ( Jack is Evil/not evil). I was happy that Dean finally agreed, and I was looking forward for that.

About Jack : I really love this caracter, more than just the fact that he’s a cinnamon roll. I feel like he’s growing into a great person. I loved the scene when Sam comes to Jack’s room to talk to him. Like Jack is really upset because he knows that Sam wants to use him but he tries to understand why Sam wants to do that. When Sams explains, he sees throught Sam, the pain and decides that he wants to help. This kid is gold. As I though before, he’s able to use his power if he has a good motive, which is, for now, his friends being in danger. It was great how he saved Sam and then the conselor as well. He following the path of Sam, who is his role model, trying really hard to do the right thing.

About the brothers fighting: I was so sad about it. Sam finaly said what he was thinking because Dean pushed him, and to see Sam so upset was  painfull because he was the one who was trying to hold it together. It was great that Dean told him to hold on to hope at the end of the episode, because that’s just what they both needed. I feel like they both saw that they were not reacting the same to the death of their loved ones but that they were both suffering.

About Cas: I looooved the plot around Cas in this episode. I was a bit worried when he woke up in the last episode but I finally was really pleased!  I saw some people saying that the Empty was a metaphor of Castiel’s depression (refering as everything he’s been through) and that’s why we saw Empty as the shape of another Castiel. I think that this is pretty cool. The empty was me before I get coffee in the morning bahaha. I really loved the scenes, Misha’s acting is so great, the Empty was another caracter like totally different from the ones he played before and I liked the accent, the attitude. I liked how the Empty tried everything to get Cas Back to sleep like, beating him up, make him remember all his failures, and finally petting him. But anyway Cas was so determind that he got his ass out of it!

Random: I appreciate that they did not kill the conselor who was a nice and harmless person. I really liked when she helped Jack move on, this scene was so cute, to see Jack sobbing like that  was heartbreaking. I wish Kelly wasn’t dead, she was such a nice person. At list Jack’s gonna get his dad back.

Everyone got some closure in this episode and I think that’s great, now they can focus on how to get Mary back and everything. Can’t wait to see Cas back with the Winchester, he seems better than ever.