i think jack just stepped in something

I like to think that Jack is so 110% that he can somewhat tell how Bitty is feeling based on the way his food tastes.

-Jack eating his sandwich with Marty, Thirdy or Tater (really anyone that is aware of Jack and Bitty)

Jack takes one bite, makes a contemplative face, puts down the sandwhich, takes out his phone and steps into the hallway. He returns 15 mintues later and continues eating as if nothing of significance occured.

“What was that about?”

“ Something was bothering Bittle so I just wanted to make sure he was ok.”

They ponder a moment for it seems whatever the issue, it has been resovled and prying isn’t a good way to talk to Jack. So they drop it and continued with their lunch.

This happens every so often and they start to wonder how suddenly in the middle of the day, Jack claims that something is “bothering” Bitty? One day someone decides to finally ask.

“If somthing is bothering Bitty why do you wait til you eat half your food before you call him?”

“I’m not always completely sure if he’s upset unless i talk to him directly or at least eat his food.”

“His food? Like what, it tastes bad?”

“No its still delicious, but different somehow. So i just call to check up. Usually its stress from school, so we talk through it and discuss how its going.”

“But how can you taste something like that?”

And Jack Laurent Zimmermann, as if someone casually asked 1+1? His response accompanied with the slightest shrug:

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Like what a silly question to ask?

Multiple sighs are released and heads hang low. Food is put down as eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. Some even have to leave, overwhelmed by Jack’s insane sincerity.

After practice Jack notices quite a few guys on their phones. Not meaning to, Jack passes and overhears variations of “Wondering how you day has been” And “Just thinking about you so I wanted to call and say hi.”

He doesn’t think much of it, (since it oblviously has nothing to do with him), and heads home.




“Hey Y/N!” Conor shouted as he walked into your and Joe’s flat before being pushed aside as Jack ran past him and embraced you in a hug. 

“Y/N!!” He said lifting you up and spinning you a little before setting you back down.

“Well hey guys.” You said setting away from Jack to pull Conor in for a hug. “I missed you two.” 

“Not as much as we missed you.” Jack corrected, turning his head when Joe came down the stairs.

“Thought I heard you two.” Joe spoke running a finger through his hair. 

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Truth or dare gone wrong // Jack Maynard imagine

Summary: Truth or dare with the boys. Jack says something that embarrasses you and he has to comfort you.

A/n: Hey gorgeous people! I know I promised to upload this sooner, but life got a bit in the way, as it does. Anyway, I hope you like it! Xoxo

Btw I’m almost done with a Joe Sugg imagine so stay tuned for that!


“Okay guys, I want to play a game!”, Conor yelled. Today was a Friday and all of you were having a pre-drink at the Maynard-Pieters household. So that meant that Joe, Caspar, Oli, Mikey, Josh, Conor, your boyfriend Jack and of course you were all sat around the coffee table.

You and Jack have been together for 3 months, but you had a special bond and everyone was sure that you were the one for each other. You were quite nervous to meet Jacks friends because you never very well with socializing. But luckily, they all loved you. “Yeah that’s a great idea! Can I start?”, Caspar asked way too enthusiast. Everyone nodded.

“Okay Mikey truth or dare?”. “Truth”, Mikey said without thinking. “What is your weirdest habit?”. “Oh I already know”, Jack yelled,” so don’t try to come up with something”. “Euhm let me think. Well it depends if you find this weird or not, but I always smell my underwear before I put it on”. You started laughing. “Are you serious?! Why do you do that?”. “Well how else am I supposed to know if they’re dirty or not?” Mikey asked while you could already spot a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. “NOT BY SNIFFING THEM! That’s so weird. I don’t think I’ll ever look at you the same way”, Caspar joked.

“Well if you’re all done judging me, I would like to continue this game. So Conor, truth or dare?”. “I’d never say no to a cheeky dare”. “Y/N do you have any clothes here?” Mikey asked with a smirk. You spent a lot of your time with Jack, so of course you had moved quite a few bits and pieces to his apartment. Including some of your clothes. “Yeah they’re all upstairs. Why do you need them?”, you asked suspiciously. “I dare you, Conor, to dress in Y/Ns clothes for the rest of the game”. “That’s it? No problem”. “With dressing, I mean completely. Including underwear”, Mikey added. Conors eyes widened. “I’ll go get them”, Mikey jumped up. He motioned for Conor to follow him.

A couple of minutes later you heard footsteps on the stairs. “Here he comes”, Joe sang. You all turned to watch Conor step down the stairs. All of you started to whistle. “Damn Conor! I’d tap that ass!”, “if Y/N wasn’t my girlfriend I’d totally date you bro”. “Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re all so funny”, Conor replied sarcastically.

“Now it’s my time to laugh. Y/N truth or dare?” Why me, you thought. “I think your dare is going to be way to cruel so I choose truth”. “Well I can assure you that my question isn’t going to be less cruel. How many guys have you slept with?”.

Was he serious? You felt your cheeks already going red. The problem wasn’t the number of guys you slept with, you just felt embarrassed because it was such a personal question. Jack seemed to feel your discomfort as he pulled you closer and said: “You don’t have to say it if it makes you uncomfortable". You looked around the group of friends. You knew you were kind of being ridiculous as they were your friends too now. So, you decided to be truthful and said:“ I’ve slept with 3 guys. Once when I was 14, with another guy when I was 18 and you all know the third guy”, you winked at Jack.

The game went on for a while and the drinks kept flowing. As everyone was getting more and more drunk, the questions became more and more intimate. But it never went too far. That was until Josh decided to ask Jack a question. “How would you describe Y/N in bed?”. You felt your cheeks flaming red. All the boys started cheering. Please Jack, don’t say anything, please, you were hoping.

Jack smirked. “She’s a freaking animal. Feisty and so damn loud. She’s incredible”. Your eyes widened at his confession. Why did he say that?! That’s something personal between the two of you! Tears were already brimming with tears. You didn’t dare to look up, but you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. Jack seemed to be the only one who didn’t notice the tension as he added:” Her body is amazing. Tight in all the right places if you know what I mean. And her moans, damn. The sweetest thing I’ve ever heard”. Before he opened his mouth again, you ran to your shared bedroom.

The tears were now falling and you couldn’t stop them. How could he say such things? He knew how shy you were. You curled up on the bed sobbing. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door open. “Y/N?”, your boyfriend said, barely a whisper. “Are you alright?”. You turned to look at your boyfriend. You noticed the hurt in his eyes as he watched your tears.

“How do you expect me to be alright? You just completely embarrassed me in front of all your friends!”. “Babe,” he took a step towards you,” I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to show how amazing you are”. You sighed. “You didn’t have to start about our sex life. That’s something between you and I, something personal and intimate. Not something to brag about”.

“I really am sorry Y/N. I thought you’d be happy to know how I feel about you. I didn’t think you’d be so embarrassed. I’m sorry”. You saw the love in his eyes and you knew he thought he was doing the right thing. “Oh Jack. Let’s just forget about okay? But if you want to know, I’m happy you think of me so highly”. You stood up to kiss your boyfriend. When your lips parted, you didn’t let go. You both stood there with your arms wrapped around each other. “Maybe we should go back downstairs”, you suggested. Jack hummed in agreement.

Back in the living room you saw all the boys still sat in the same place as when you left. All eyes were on Jack and you as you both sat down. Joe was the first to speak up. “You alright?”. “Yeah everything is fine”, you smiled. “I suggested we all drink so much that we won’t even remember this night”, Oli requested. Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement. The next day, nobody even remembered having the pre-drink. Except Conor. And you never heard the end of it.

Unfaithful : Part Seventeen

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife













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Warnings : language - angst - smut


This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :


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You knew that making such a hasty decision is about to ruin your life. Putting on Jack’s ring means that you’ll be comitted to a guy you don’t love, and that you’ll live a lie worse than the one you lived with Negan. Getting married wasn’t just to get back at Negan, you weren’t even sure how he’d react if he knew, but it was a self destruction way to punish yourself too. To make yourself live every second of remorse , you knew that you’re crazy and you’re gone too far , now it’s time to pay your debts, and take responsibility for all your actions and decisions, it was time to clean up your mess.
It was so strange how a person could destroy their own life within seconds. You felt like you were trapped, you could just run away, go somewhere else where nobody can find you, the old coward you would do that, but the new crazy version of you opted to stay and face the reality, Negan used you for sex and now he showed you your real value to him! You figured he belongs with Lucille, no matter how many girls he fucked , he always goes back to Lucille and you were the stupid one who fell under his spell.
You decided to go to Jack, he was your only way out of this, if bad people go to hell, so shall your marriage be your hell for the sin you had made.
Your dark thoughts vanished all at once when Jack answered his door.

“Hi y/n! What a lovely surprise! ”
His charming smile plastered on his beautiful innocent face, as he watched you stepping inside his apartment.
You didn’t waste time, you were always hasty so you held your left hand up in the air, to show him that you wore the ring with the big shiny rock on it, thankfully you managed to fake a grin.
Jack’s hand froze on the doorknob as he was getting to close the door, his jaws fell and he blinked many times trying to adopt the fact that you accepted his proposal. He was getting to lose hope , he didn’t want to push you the last week especially that Lucille’s cancer took all the attention .
“Jack say something! ” Your lips twitched
“Uhh.. wow!” He let out a nervous short laughter as he run his hand on his hair.
“What can I say y/n!!!! This is….definitely the best surprise I ever had!!!” He added as he walked your way, he stopped only few inches from you , his eyes locked in yours.
“You just made me a happy man!!!” He softly whispered, then he pulled you from your waist and captured your lips in a fevered kiss, this time you didn’t pull away, you even let his tongue slide into your mouth. His hands gripping at your hips while yours looped around his neck , he started to push you towards the couch, you emitted a gasp once your calves were pressed against the couch ,you lost your balance and fell on its leather surface, eventually you broke from the kiss.
Jack positioned himself on top of you, his hand traced across your inner thigh till he reached your panties, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the garment but you tightly grasped his hand to prevent him from making any further moves.
“Jack!! I’m not ready yet!!!” You said out of breath, your chest heaved as you became overwhelmed by nervousness.
Jack stared at you for a moment, then he nodded and got off you, he stepped away from you and headed to his kitchen.
“I understand! ” He muttered as he poured a glass of water for himself and gulped it at once, he also tried to hide his bulge from you.
“Jack please! I need time! I wanna marry you! I do!! It’s just.. I. ..!” You played with the hem of your sundress trying to think of something good to persuade him of your point. But he interrupted you .
“It’s ok really! I waited all this time, I can wait a little longer! ” He smiled to ease you.
“Can you…. can you.. wait till the wedding.. .night?” You mumbled, you felt your cheeks heating up, it was an unusual request .
Jack’s eyes widened, he was lost for words.

He moved towards the couch again and sat next to you, he tilted his head so he can look at your face, you were still hanging your head low and nervously playing with the fabric of your dress.
“Uhh…I thought. .you’re not virg.. I mean, you had a boyfriend before. ..!”
“That’s why, I … I want the uh…intercourse between us.. I only want it to happen at the wedding day.. !” You stuttered but then you found your courage and turned to meet his eyes.
“I want it to be special and worth waiting for.. I’m from a conservative family, we don’t believe in premarital sex!!! I feel like God punished me for what I did with my ex!!!” You couldn’t believe your ears, you were bullshitting your ‘fiancé’ , telling him to wait till the wed to have a taste of your pussy, ear fucking him with your shit about virtue while his married cousin Negan, YOUR AUNT ’ S HUSBAND, was screwing your brains out in a cheap hotel room for weeks every time he gets the chance to .
If your subconscious was a person, it’d definitely slap the shit outta you!!!
Jack seemed to buy what you just told him, it was half the truth anyway.
You ‘innocently ’ batted your eyelashes ,and you licked your lips as you looked at him like a maiden afraid for her chastity.
“Of course I can wait!” Jack gently held your cheek and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“I promise, I don’t have a small penis, I have normal female genitals! ”
You wanted to break the awkwardness with humor, it worked cause Jack threw his head back at the couch and bursted out laughing.
You grinned along with him, you watched him as you convinced yourself everything will be ok.


Negan was sitting on the edge of Lucille’s bed, he held a glass of water for Lucille to drink, she only had a small sip of it.
“Come on drink more! You gotta stay hydrated! ” He gently pushed the glass again to her dry lips , urging her for another sip, she complied than she pushed the glass away and leaned back to her pillow.
Negan placed the glass on the bedside table.
“Uh… Lucille! Maybe this isn’t the right time to talk about this but I just wanna make something crystal fucking clear! I’m coming back here but only because I promised I …”
“I know Negan! We’re no longer a wife and husband anymore! I mean only on papers, I totally understand! You’re not in love with me anymore! You’re here out of pity!” She muttered with a voice full of bitterness.
“Don’t you fucking say that ever again! I’m not staying with you out of pity, I may never fulfilled the loyalty part in our vows but I’m definitely sticking by your side for better or worse , for sickness and health! As a friend!”.
Negan placed his hand on Lucille ’s and tenderly held her gaze.
“Are we friends?, dear ones? Till the end?” His voice trembled.
She wiped a tear that escaped her eye and sniffled.
“Of course! ”
Negan held her to his chest in a warm hug and placed a kiss on her hair as he his fingertips traced across her cheek. Then he broke the hug and got up then walked towards the door.
“I’m going to pack my things from the hotel, I’ll be staying in the guest room!”
“Whoever she is, she’s lucky! ” Lucille uttered in a shaky voice.
Negan stopped and turned around, his lips parted to say something but he decided against it, sometimes words can’t do the trick, sometimes they just worsen things. So he just chose to hold his peace and leave the room.
Once he closed the door behind him, Lucille turned on her side , she hugged the pillow and tightly gripped at it and cried.


You spent the whole evening hanging around with Jack, acting like a good fiancée. You went to ‘celebrate’ your engagement in some restaurant, you faked giggles and sexy smiles the whole time. You clasped your fingers with his many times. But your heart was with Negan, it ached every single second you spent with Jack. How much you wished that it was Negan who’s holding your hand, swaying your hips in a romantic dance, kissing your lips and whispering love words in your ears! You’d do anything to be with him! But he let you down and he hurt you!!! Not to mention that living happily ever after with him would be considered as one of the seven wonders! Not with him being Lucille ’s husband! For how long would you live such a fake happiness! Because if your cards are laid on the table , Lucille will hate you for eternity. You decided to let go of your selfishness and with it your insane love for Negan.

Time passed painfully slow with the guy you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with. So this is how marriage supposed to be??
Jack gave you a ride home, it was past 10 pm already, before he leaves, he pulled you to him and crashed his lips on yours in a hot kiss while his hands wildly moved on your ass. You let out a fake moan, then you pulled away and smiled.
“Good night Jack!”
“Good night baby!”
You watched him driving away then you entered the house. You tiptoed so you won’t make a noise and wake Lucille or Negan up, you literally sneaked inside.
“That was quiet a fucking show!” Negan blurted , you jumped in fear and turned to him, he was sitting in the darkness next to the window.
“You scared the shit out of me Negan!!!” You hissed.
“Oh did I fucking startle you? Sorry! Did I say that your little show in my front fucking yard gave me a boner?!” He got up and paced towards you.
“You’re a pig!” You started walking away from him but he caught up on you easily and violently grasped at your forearm turning you around to him, your chests were touching and your noses almost did.
You winced and groaned in pain.
“Let go of me!! You’re hurting my arm!”
Negan was gripping on your left arm, the diamond ring twinkled , Negan darted his eyes from hers to the big shiny rock.
“What the fuck is this??” He whispered
You looked away without answering his question. He actually realized that by putting Jack’s ring on your finger, means that you became his fiancée. But he tightened his grip on your arm more, you almost fell into your knees because of the pain.
“Answer the fucking question! ”
Negan tried his best not to lose his shit and shout out loud while Lucille was resting in her room.
You tried to get rid of his tight grasp but you couldn’t and you knew too if you yelled at him that Lucille would hear you.
“Let go of me, please! ” you murmured as you twisted in pain, and your tears rolled down your face.
Negan dragged you to the garage so you both have a little privacy, and out of hearing reach, he pushed you inside and locked the door behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? You said yes to him??!” He stood tall glaring down at you with flames in his eyes, he was shaking in anger.
“Yes!!! I’m gonna marry Jack!!! And that’s none of your damn business! ” you defiantly started back at him, it kinda pleased you to see that he was shaken by your statement for a while.
“You’re gonna ruin your fucking life! Why??? I know you don’t love him!!! Are you doing this to get back at me? Because I didn’t give you the fucking D for a week?” He growled.
You hysterically laughed and shook your head.
“Oh you cocky son of a bitch!!! You think I’m doing this because of you? I am not!!! I’m doing it for Lucille! ”

“Bullshit! You’re fucking lying! Lucille has nothing to do with this!!!! You’re doing it because you’re a little bitch who can’t get enough of fucking attention! !! So what? I’ve been tough on you! I ignored you for a week ! So you went running to Jack!!! Lucille has fucking cancer, I felt my hands fucking tied!! Yeah I acted like a douche!!! I fucking admit it! But I had my fucking reasons! Instead of standing by my side! You seek attention from Jack! You think getting married will solve our problem, guess what it won’t solve a shit!! ”
Negan huffed in frustration as he turned his back to you , he kicked the door of the garage real hard, it made you flinch.

“You need help Negan! I don’t understand how come you wanna be surrounded by women? So you have a woman and you want her niece too??” You scoffed and you planned on hurting him. You placed your hands on your hips and added.
“You had what you wanted , right??? You fucked a … what did you call it once? Ah yeah, a young college pussy! !! You used me for sex, but guess what ? I did the same!!! Fucking You was pleasurable Negan! ” You smirked, but deep inside you could feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You obviously succeeded in hurting his feelings when he turned to you, a demented look on his face.
“I didn’t mean to praise you though, because Jack is much better than you! ” You eyed him up and down in an evil way.
Negan shook his head in denial and murmured.
“You’re lying! You didn’t sleep with him!”
“Then you should ask him where I spent the night when Lucille was in the hospital! I spent it in his apartment! ”
“You’re fucking lying! ”
“His apartment is painted in white with many windows, he has black leather couches a very big LG tv and…!”
“Shut the fuck up!!! You’re lying! ” Negan snapped at you and pushed you back to his car, his fingers snaked around your throat as he stared down at you in way it made your knees weak, he scared you. It was the first time you see him mad like this. For a second, you thought police would find your corpse rotting in his garage after he strangle you to death.

His features softened a little when he noticed the fear and lust combined in your eyes and the way your body trembled under his touch. He moved his eyes from yours to look at your lips, he leaned a little closer , and took your buttom lip between his teeth and roughly tugged at it, you moaned as you tasted a little blood.
His lips vigorously moved against yours, then he slid his tongue inside your mouth to claim yours, he tightened his grip on your throat once in a while to remind you he’s still in charge.
Both of you stopped kissing to catch your breath. You placed your hands on his forearms , silently asking to let go of your throat but he didn’t. He wasn’t blocking the air but he wasn’t being so gentle either.
“Are you still gonna fucking marry him?” He huskly demanded.
“Yes!” Even though you were scared of him but it oddly made you aroused.
“But Negan. … you can fuck me for the last time!” You breathed out.
Negan opened the door of the car and pushed you on the back seat, he got on top of you.
You snaked your arms around his neck while you eagerly kissed him, your fingers fumbling to work on his pants, you managed to quickly unbuckle his belt ,he was moving fast too, he helped you unzipping his jeans and unbottening them with one hand and the other pulled your dress to your belly and without even taking your panties off he just pushed them aside a little, giving him enough space to slid his throbbing hard length. There was no time or mood for foreplay, but you were more wet than an October night. “Fucking shit!!”
Negan groaned when his dick easily entered between you glistening folds. He thrust deeper with all the stops out, while your hands moved to tug at his hair and calves resting on his lower back, holding onto dear life.
He rested his head into the crook of your neck while he mumbled few unclear words and cusses. His hands moved under your dress and bra to rub or sometimes pinch your nipples.
You could feel the car rocking with every thrust he made, it turned you on even more.
He plunged into you in a vigorous rythme, his cubic hair rubbing your sensitive puddle of nerves. your pants and moans drove him to the brink. He deepened and quickened his thrusts as he felt your inner walls clenched around his girth, till he released ropes of his thick sperm inside you, the warm liquid tingled your sweet spot , it drove you over the edge, you arched your head back and let out a loud moan of satisfaction.

With his face burried in your neck , Negan squeezed his eyes shut and shivered for a moment while on top of you. Both of you breathed heavily, you caressed the back of his neck. After all the tension and lust were gone you felt ashamed of yourself again. The shit you sold to Jack about how you don’t believe in premarital sex hit you like a lightning, you just wanted to feel him one more time!!! Negan was your drug, and it will take all your power to quit.
you let out a breathy sigh while Negan shifted a little then he lifted his eyes to you.
“You still wanna marry him!” This time his voice was much calmer and his facial expressions were easy and soft.
You avoided looking into his eyes as your hand moved to gently rub his beard.
“Yes!” You gave him a sincere answer.
Negan’s eyes darkened again, he quickly got off you . He stood by the car fixing his pants.
“God fucking damn it! You women!!!” His fingers were trembling as he searched his pockets for a cigarette.
You stepped out of the car and adjusted both your panties and sundress.
“We can’t do this anymore! !! You can’t. .. I can’t live like this forever!!!!” You sobbed.
Negan turned to face after he lit a cigarette, he inhaled then let the smoke out of his nostrils.
“Can’t you fucking be patient! I never expected that Lucille would get sick!!! Actually it’s because of you we’re fucking here in first place!!! I told you to go with me, I told you to end it with Jack!!! I just can’t fucking understand, are you or are you fucking not selfish?!!! Once you give in, you fucking give me the best time in my life than you fucking run to Jack!!! I tell you let’s fucking disappear! You say you can’t do this to Lucille! !! I give my back for a second, you go dating Jack!!! I fucking get busy for a while you put a fucking ring on your finger!!! What the fuck is wrong with you???? Why are you fucking doing this to me??!!”“

Negan’s vein bulged out on his neck , his dark tall form towered over you, his breath accelerated , he was genuinely hurt and fuming like a chimney ! You closed the gap between you two and held his hand. What you were about to say was going to be the most life changing shit ever! You let out a shaky breath that sounded too much dramatic.

“I just can’t Negan! I can’t do this anymore! We made a huge mistake!!! Craving for each other was mere sexual! You thought you loved me or maybe you pretended to! But Maybe once I’m gone you’ll go find someone else!!! And What happened now in the car was me saying goodbye! I’m moving out tomorrow, I’m going to live with my fiancé, you take care of my aunt! !! I’ll pretend that none of this happened! We , us , NEVER happened! Please, just stay away from me and I’ll do the same!!! From now on you’re my aunt’s husband and I’m your wife’s niece, your cousin’s future wife!”

PS : thanks for reading. .. hope you won’t be disappointed by this lol
I didn’t check for misspellings and grammar

Carnival prompt where Kara promises to get ALL the things for Lena because it’s her first time being in a carnival, there’s a catch though because she also promised herself that she would do it by using as little of her strength as possible to avoid any mishaps like throwing the ball too hard that it goes through the bottles AND the tent, so they get to their first stop right? The bottles, she got to like three tries before she had the urge to just throw the damn ball to the sun because why won’t it budge?? So Lena steps in all smirking and eyebrow raised with a playful “step aside” and there she goes, Rao, on her first try?? she gets this huge bear and gives it to a wide eyed Kara saying something like “I didn’t just lovingly throw the microscope at Jack, Kara” so Kara’s thinking, okay maybe I will use my power just this once, but it happens again maybe 6 more times because Lena’s trying to one up her every time (she does a few times) it ends up being this weird competition where they go around finding games to play trying to win prizes for each other like the dorks that they are

Jealous Of Oli

Walking into the room, Joe frowned at the sight in front of him.

It just wouldn’t do.

So when he walked over to join the other two sat on the end of the bed, Joe made sure to push them apart so he could sit between them, causing them to break their conversation.

“Decided to join us, then?” Jack asked, nudging Joe’s knee with his own.

“We probably could have done the video without him.” Oli teased, leaning back to talk to Jack.

“And it would have been better!” Jack leaned back too, laughing as he looked over at Oli.

“Can we please start?” Joe snapped, and the other two sat forward, nodding.

Joe knew it was ridiculous, the feelings he was having. But he couldn’t help it, not when Jack kept talking to Oli, or ignoring Joe for the other man. The two seemed to be in their own little bubble, even though they were all filming a video for Joe’s channel currently.

And Joe tried to get Jack to pay attention to him, he really did, asking him questions directly, or smacking Jack’s hands away from Oli when the younger man reached across him, but nothing was working.

The only thing happening was Joe’s jealousy increasing.

They switched around how they were sitting for the next video, leaving Jack sat in the middle with Joe and Oli on either side of him. Which meant that Jack could poke and tease Oli even more.

Joe could feel his chest tighten more with every touch. Because Jack wasn’t touching him.

And they were innocent touches, because Jack and Oli were only friends, but Joe didn’t do good with sharing, and he wanted Jack to himself.

Yet there was nothing he could do, so he had to sit there, letting it happen. And when one of the other two did direct a question or comment in Joe’s direction, his response was short and tense.

He just wanted these videos to be done and filmed so Oli would leave.

Except when they did finish filming, Oli didn’t leave.

Instead, he and Jack settled in on Joe’s couch, debating back and forth on what movie to watch.

Jack continued to tease Oli, poking the other man in the side, laughing when Oli flinched away. And Joe, for a very brief moment, hated Oli.

Knowing he would do something he’d regret, Joe excused himself, mumbling some poor excuse about editing his video, before he hid himself away in the office.

Joe threw himself into the video, but it didn’t help to make his feelings go away, because it was the video they had just filmed, which meant he got to rewatch every moment between Jack and Oli, every moment that Jack ignored him.

“Joe?” His shoulders tensed at the sound of Jack’s voice, and from the corner of his eye, Joe could see the younger man standing in the doorframe, frowning over at him.


“I was gonna order us dinner, do you want anything?”

“Just order yourself and Oli whatever, I’ll grab something later.” Joe said tersely, eyes still locked on the screen in front of him.

“I meant for you and I. Oli left.” Jack stepped into the room, leaning against the desk beside Joe. “Hey, can you look at me?”

“I’m editing.” But Joe felt a sense of relief, knowing Oli was gone. And then he scolded himself for thinking that. Jack was allowed to hang out with Oli. They were friends.

“And being weird.” Joe felt himself pulled away from the desk suddenly, and he let out a small squawk of protest, but Jack spun the chair around so Joe was forced to look at him. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird.” Joe replied, crossing his arms.

“Yes you are. Ever since you walked into the room earlier, and pushed your way between Oli and I. Acting like a….” Jack trailed off, his hand frozen in front of him. He stared down at Joe before he started to laugh, his head tilted back.

“What’s so bloody funny?” Joe demanded, shifting in his seat.

“You’re jealous! Of Oli!” Jack got out between bursts of laughter. “That’s hilarious.”

“Piss off.” Joe used his feet to push his chair back, but Jack was faster, grabbing the arm rests as he leaned over, still laughing softly.

“Babe, that’s adorable. But stop being jealous of Oli.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yes you were.”

“No. I wasn’t.”

“Joe, there is literal video proof of you being jealous. Is this because I wasn’t touching you like I normally do in our videos?” Jack tilted his head slightly, his one hand coming to rest on Joe’s thigh. “Were you not the one who claimed we shouldn’t touch as much, in case fans caught on?” His hand inched higher, eyes still locked with Joe.


“So stop being a jealous weirdo, and come order dinner with me. And then, while we wait for our food, I can show you just how much I wanted to touch you.” Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against Joe’s.

Just as Joe went to lean in to the kiss, Jack pulled back, smirking.

“Food first.”

“Asshole.” Joe muttered, but followed behind Jack, a smile on his lips. Because Jack was still his.


Your cheeks flame up slightly at his question, and your fingers begin to fiddle with your skirt like you do when you’re nervous. “Well, I don’t know…do you think there is?” Jack turns away from you and grips the edge of the roof, shrugging to himself. You shuffle your feet nervously, gathering enough courage to say: “I hope there is.”

Jack turns his head around to look at you with wide eyes, and you smile nervously. “Ever since I met you, I’ve felt complete, Jack. You just…did something to me, and…” You laugh nervously, fingers wrinkling the fabric of your skirt as you mess with it.

Your favorite newsboy steps towards you quietly, and you shudder when he cups your face in his one hand. “I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve wanted to kiss you lately.”

You lean into his touch subconsciously and whisper: “So why don’t you?”

Suddenly Jack’s other hand is on the small of your back, and he has you pressed against the edge of his rooftop has he kisses you passionately. His hands flit all over you, from your back, to your waist, to your hair, to your face, but you’re the same way. Your lips never leave each other, and you push away the thought of how improper acting like this is. At this point, you don’t even care. All you want is for Jack to be closer to you. Closer.

Hooking your fingers through his belt loops, you pull the head newsie closer so his torso is pressed even tighter against yours, and then your hands find his hair, knocking his cap onto the ground as you run your fingers through his curls. Oh, how long you’ve wanted this.

Soon, you have to breathe, but when the two of you pull away to catch your breath, neither of your bodies move a muscle. “Ya know,” Jack starts, “I’m really glad there’s somethin.’ I’m glad I’m not just crazy.”

You open your eyes to see his boring down into yours lovingly. Smiling to yourself, you press yourself up onto your toes and kiss him again.

shipped-goldstandard  asked:

for the soulmate au #18 for maybe pbj?? :D

I need you to know that I sat here for a long-ass time trying to make this angsty just to spite you :P But alas, this prompt is too adorable and I admit defeat. 

18. The one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.

I can feel your halo, halo, halo…

Jack rolls onto his stomach and shoves his face down into the pillow with a groan as the music fades away. Maybe it’s finally over and he can get some sleep.

Remember those walls I built? Well baby they’re tumbling down.

“Crisse,” Jack mutters. Blearily, he lifts his head and checks the clock. “Ridiculous.” He rolls off the bed, his feet landing with a dull thud, and trudges over to the bathroom where he can hear the shower running.

The door’s unlocked of course, and really Jack should just say something, but he’s tired and keyed up all at once and his body is sore from their last game, so he’s feeling grumpy enough to yank the shower curtain back and snap, “Kenny! Stop singing, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Jesus!” Kent jumps and smacks his elbow on the tiles. “Ow, what the fuck Zimms? I—wait, shit. I wasn’t.”

Jack lets go of the curtain and scrubs at his face. It’s too early in the morning for this. “Quit fucking around, Kenny. I’m tired.”

“Jack, I’m not,” Kent insists, clearly exasperated—and serious, because he never uses Jack’s real name unless it’s important. “I thought that was you.”

Shit. “You—you hear it too?” Jack asks, eyes going wide. The song is still buzzing faintly in the back of his brain, its insistent rhythm battering against Jack’s concentration.

“Uh, duh. Fuck. What the fuck?” Kent shuts off the shower and shakes his head like a dog, splattering water all over Jack’s face, because he’s an asshole. He’s supposed to be Jack’s asshole. So why has this stupid ‘halo, halo’ song been playing on repeat for the past half hour?

Kent steps out of the shower and snags a towel to dry off his hair better, ignoring the way he’s dripping water all over the floor that seeps into Jack’s socks. Jack sighs and peels them off, dropping them in the corner with Kent’s clothes. He closes his eyes and tries to take a deep breath to combat the anxiety flaring in the base of his gut.

“What—what’s happening?” he whispers, grabbing at Kent’s hand wildly, willing the touch to stabilize him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kent soothes, running his thumb over the bones of Jack’s wrist and stepping closer, tilting his face up to look Jack in the eye. He almost seems calm, but his voice is quivering just a little and Jack realizes Kent is scared too. It’s not something he thinks about often, that Kent can be afraid. “We’re—we’ll figure it out, okay? I’ve got an idea.”

Jack nods and swallows thickly.

Kent squeezes Jack’s hand and says, “Go sit in the other room okay? I wanna try something.”

“Um, okay.” Jack dutifully wanders back into the bedroom and sits down on his bed, staring at his hands and wishing they’d stop shaking. Suddenly, the halo, halo song stutters and fades to be replaced with—oh, of course.

I got my hands up, they’re playing my song—

“I hear you!” Jack shouts, scrambling off the bed and bolting into the bathroom. “I can—I still hear you.”

He’s grinning and so is Kent, once Jack skids into the room and gathers him up in a crushing hug, the momentum carrying them against the wall. Kent laughs and presses his forehead hard into Jack’s shoulder. Now that Kent’s not singing anymore, the other song fades back in as persistent as ever—though at this point it’s kind of grown on him.

“So,” Kent muffles into Jack’s shoulder, “we’re still soulmates.”

Jack drops Kent back to the ground and pulls him back in by the hips. “Yeah.”

“But—there’s some third person out there…who we can hear too?” Kent quirks his lips to the side in thought.

Jack hums and says, “Seems like it. What should we do?”

Kent shrugs, wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck and tugging him down into a quick kiss. “Dunno,” he says, “guess we just wait until we find him.”

Five years later

Jack stomps back into the Haus with a pinched expression. He had to pull his headphones out halfway through his run because his soulmate was in the mood for Beyoncé—again—and trying to listen to his own music with something else prattling in the background has always been torturous. In fact, he’s starting to feel a headache coming on just from the strain.

So it hasn’t been the best morning, but it smells like Bittle is baking in the kitchen again which is nice. Jack hadn’t gotten along with Bittle terribly well the first few months, but the frog has definitely grown on him—which might’ve had something to do with Kent telling him to ‘stop being such a fucking dick, Zimms.’ But, anyway. The point is that it’s been good, having Bittle around more.

Jack wanders into the kitchen to say hello, and finds Bittle bopping around to something on his iPod and—

Baby I can see your halo, you know you’re my saving grace.

—singing along.

Jack freezes and narrowly avoids crashing into the kitchen table, bracing his hands bodily against the edge. His heart pounds, breath hitching in sudden realization—is Bittle?—he must be—but maybe it’s just—

Jack forces himself to take a deep breath. There’s only one way to find out.

“Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through,” Jack sings softly, nearly humming the words under his breath. Bittle’s entire body jerks and then stills. “And just a sweet old song keeps Georgia on my mind.”

Bittle turns slowly, brown eyes wide and shining with disbelief, a hand up to his mouth. “Jack?” he whispers, the name rich and warm on his tongue.

Jack’s entire body shivers. Slowly, watching with a detached awe as his hands shake, he reaches for his phone and dials.

Kent answers on the second ring. “Zimms—I heard—did you—?”

Jack smiles shyly and Bittle gives a little wave. “Yeah, Kenny. I found him.”

Unfaithful : Part Six

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife


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Warnings : language

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Lucille closed the door of her bedroom behind her , and put on her nightgown, then she sat in front of the dressing table. she sighed as she looked at her reflection on the mirror, then she held her comb and brushed her hair.
The door swung open, banging the wall. The loud sound startled her, she turned quickly and placed her hand on her chest , panting.

“What the hell!! Negan, what’s wrong with you!!!??? You scared the shit outta me!!”

“What the fuck are you trying to do!” Negan shouted as he slammed the door shut.

“What do you mea..”

“Y/n!!!!! You’re fucking trying to set her up with Jack???!” Negan growled as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Ah!! That’s what you’re talking about, yeah, I am!!! Besides , why are you so mad Negan, what’s in it to you?!”“ Lucille turned again to the mirror , brushing her golden locks again.

“What’s. ..! What the fuck Lucille, you can’t hook up people like that! Your niece isn’t some fucking thing you can give to people! She’s human! She’s. .. Does she even fucking know? !”

“I am not objectifying my niece , Negan! This is called a blind date! Well I still didn’t tell her, but I first wanted to make sure Jack is interested! I didn’t want her to wait and hope for something that wouldn’t happen, but after tonight, I’m optimistic!! Jack seemed to like her so much, I saw it on his face, it’s just a matter of time till he sweeps her off her feet! ”
Lucille smiled, her smile and words made Negan more pissed.

“Sweep her off her feet? ” He scoffed , shaking his head before he added.
“You don’t fucking know what you’re doing? Jack isn’t a fucking husband material! ”

“And you are?” Lucille stood up and threw the comb on the table, Negan was taken off guard by her words.
“Jack is a good guy, he’s nice, he’s cute , he’s young and kinda rich! He makes the perfect husband material, Negan!! MY niece struggled in her previous only relationship with her jerk ex boyfriend! My sister told me everything! That’s why I called her to come to Virginia, sure, I missed her, but at the same time I wanted her to leave Texas ! Leave what happened to her behind her back and move forward! So I thought maybe if she met Jack, they’ll like each other and start a new life here!”

Negan looked at his wife in disbelief.
“What?? You fucking planned for this!?”

“It’s the best I could do to my niece! And my sister, her mom, knows about it too! What the fuck is your problem Negan!!! My intentions are good! Plus it’s Jack we’re talking about, he’s your cousin! I can’t believe you said he’s not a husband material! ”

“Jack, he’s my cousin and I love him like a brother! But he’s a fucking womanizer!”

“Ha! Look who’s talking! At least he is not married! ” Lucille sneered, shot dagger looks his way, Negan blinked and his facial expressions softened, he was genuinely hurt , what hurt him more was the truth, Lucille was right, he’s a cheating bastard and he cheated on her with her niece!
Lucille knew that her words hit him like a brick, she walked towards and softly held his face between her palms.

“Negan, listen! Everything is going to be ok! You’ll help me set them up! Talk to Jack, figure out what his intentions are. And I’ll talk to y/n about it, maybe this would work after all!! I just want her to be happy, she suffered a lot the past years, her ex used to abuse her! We’ll make sure that won’t happen again, Jack might be a womanizer but he’s nice , maybe if he found the right girl and fell in love, he’ll be a family man!”

Negan ’s heart clenched, he could hear his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn’t stand the idea that you’d be Jack or any other guy’s girl. The fact that you were once abused by some guy made him mad, if he had the chance, he’d kill him!!! The thought of someone else other than him touching you made his blood boil, the fact that he wants you real bad, that he crossed the limits and fucked you behind Lucille ’s back was repulsive to him but he was helpless, he thought it was just about sex! But he knew he wants more than that!!! Lucille was the only obstacle standing in his path to get to you , now Jack is going to be added to the equation! He hated himself, he hated his selfishness but he couldn’t let another man get to you even if it was his best friend and cousin, Jack! If he will never be able to be with you , neither would any other guy!

Negan couldn’t sleep that night, he relentlessly rolled on the bed. He wanted to go to your room, to drag you out of there and run away with you, go to an unknown place where nobody knows the two of you, or to some abandoned island and live the rest of your lives there in peace , making love day and night.
But alas, he knew if he was up to it, you wouldn’t do it, not to Lucille!

The other day, after having your breakfast which was as usual, missed by Negan who apparently overslept, Lucille led you out to the front porch , she sat on her rocking chair, wearing her white robe , while you postioned your self on the handrail of the front steps in front of her.
“Y/n I wanna talk to you about something important! ”

“Sure Lucille! ” you acted normal but deep inside you prayed it has nothing to do with Negan .

“It’s about Jack! I’ll be straight to the point, I think Jack likes you!”

You raised your brows and looked at her confused.
“We.. just met, I mean, we only met once! How come he likes me!?” it’s true that the guy is a golden opportunity that no girl could pass, but your mind was occupied with another.

“You know! He has good first impressions about you!!! He texted me this morning, he wants to know if he can date you! I mean I told him you’re single, but it’s totally up to you sweetie! ”

You blinked and licked your lips, you weren’t sure what to say, you looked down as you played with your fingers.
“I… I don’t know. .. I had a bad relationship before … I ..!”
“I know y/n ! Your mom told me about what happened with that asshole Tom Robinson! I mean what did you expect? his mom is a whore! Anyways, you can’t be stuck in the past sweetie, you gotta live your life and move forward! ”

“I… I know Lucille, but… I. .. I don’t know him, Jack… !” You murmured.

“He’s a very nice guy, I know him for years! He’s good! I wouldn’t encourage you if I knew he’s an asshole! And Negan will keep him in line!” Lucille chuckled. But mentioning Negan upset you somehow! It reminded you of the rough sex he gave you, it made you imagine the awkward situation if you really dated Jack which was unlikely to happen, what if Negan told him about you and what you did, what if the two cousins think you’re one of those college sluts who spread their legs for older guys, what if the two of them want a peice of you, hell , they could ask for a threesome and threaten to tell Lucille if you said no. You felt your breath accelerating, everything was spinning, vomit was stuck on your throat, and your subconscious was drowning in your dark thoughts, till Lucille’s voice brought you back .

“So?! You’re gonna think about it?!”

“Y-yeah… um.. I gotta go to the bathroom! ”

Lucille nodded and you bolted inside the house, you ran upstairs towards the bathroom. Once the door was wide open, You fell on your knees and threw up in the toilet, you made a guttural sound and your tears started flowing, you felt a hand pushing your hair back and another squeezing on your shoulder.

“Are you ok , doll?!” Negan said in a caring and concerned tone.
You wiped some of the vomit off your lips with the back of your hand, you pushed him and got up, you turned the tap on and leaned over the sink washing your face. You could feel Negan’s breath on your neck, you turned around to face him , he was holding a towel and he gently dried your cheeks, lips and forehead, As he softly held your gaze.
“Don’t! Please don’t! ” He whispered.
Your eyes slightly widened in confusion , you didn’t understand what was he talking about.
“Don’t go out with Jack! Don’t date him!!! It’s true he’s a nice guy but please don’t fucking date him!!!” Negan pleaded.
Your eyes scanned every inch of his features, trying to analyze what he just said, he seemed concerned and sad, he seemed sincere , you just couldn’t understand why. Negan nuzzled into your kneck and breathed out.
“That’d fucking kill me! I can’t stand seeing you with another man!” His voice vibrated in agony.

You sighed and gently pushed him back, he glared at you waiting for you to say something. His thumb rubbing your jawline.
“Please y/n talk to me!” He begged.

“I … I .. why do you care?!”

“You know goddamn well why I fucking care!!!”

“Just because we had sex! Doesn’t mean we don’t have different lives!! Yours is with Lucille! Believe me I regret what we did, every second of it!” You whispered as tears whelling up in your eyes.

“I didn’t regret anything! I fucking loved it! Maybe we were too selfish not to think of Lucille! But I enjoyed it, I want more, I want you, doll!” Negan took a step forward, filling the gap between the two of you, pulling you towards him, squeezing on your arms, he leaned closer , you could see his lips twitching, he wanted to kiss you and you almost complied under his touch but you resisted , you just stormed out of there! The only thing that made you feel a little relieved is that you could scratch the theory of Negan blackmailing you and sharing you with his cousin, if he had such intentions , he wouldn’t try to keep you for himself, he wouldn’t beg you not to date Jack. Somehow, you felt warm, Negan does care about you in a way, but things are complicated, the fact he’s your aunt’s husband complicated things. Remembering Lucille made things worse for you.

You went back to the front porch, where Lucille still waiting for you.

“Guess who called while you were in the bathroom? ” Lucille blurted smirking.

“Jack!” You sighed as you tried to compose yourself after your confrontation with Negan.

“It was him, yeah! We’re going out tonight!! ”
She cheerfully chanted before getting up to her feet.

“Uh… I don’t think…!” You mumbled.

“Oh come on girl! Let’s have fun, you’ll get to know him better, maybe you’ll change your mind!” She winked at you then she made puppy face imitating its sound.
“Please, please, please y/n let’s go out and have fun please!”

You submitted and nodded. She clapped her hands cheering, then she hugged you.
“Yeeesssss!!! That’s my girl!!!”

Negan came at your direction, firm expressions all over his face.

“What’s the fucking cheering for?!”

“We are going to the club tonight! You. Me. Y/n and Jack! It’s a double date, yay!!“ Your lips parted , you wanted to say it wouldn’t be a date, but Lucille chuckled as she snaked her arms around Negan’s waist and planted a kiss on his lips, she emitted a low moan. You quickly looked away then you left the porch , while Negan’s eyes watched you disappearing inside the house.

Part 16 - Nightmare

Caution/Note : this chapter is very disturbing and different from the previous chapters I wrote based on my own experience. 

You may choose not to read. You’ve been warned.

It happen 3 years ago. Kinda in the same timeline after Cyrus. I remember it was drizzling outside my house while I was desperately looking for fun. Well the blame was on me, I was way too young and naive.

Desperately wishing the water would come out clean faster than usual in the bathroom while waiting for replies on Grindr. And here comes the notification that leads me to a place where now I wish I wasn’t there.

As desperate for sex as I could. I replied him saying :

Me : Yes. Fun tonight 

He’s a Chinese in his early 30′s , Spiky hair, average height, chubby. We exchanged numbers and sent him my address. It was still drizzling outside as I gotten into his car. We talked in the car as he drives to a Motel quite far away from my place.

Waze : You’ve arrived at your destination.

Chill wind blowing at me when I got out from the car. As we walk into the motel checking in, I noticed there were quite a few stalls of Mamak (Food Store) across the street, I was looking outside the street while he was checking in, out of a sudden I had a mixed feeling, paying very little attention of what I felt at that point of time with my eyes busy observing the people by the street as he interrupted me with a pat on my shoulder : 

Jack : Lets go (pats on my shoulder)

Taking the lift up to the 3rd floor. The hallway was paint red with deemed lights gave me an eerie feeling. Telling myself : 

Me : (”This is nothing right, its just fun. Nothing weird”) (trying to calm myself)

As I step foot in the motel room, I was wide-awake as if someone just slap me at my face giving me a wake up call.

                                         “What am I doing here?” 

                                          “Where the hell am I ?”

            “No its just fun. You need to calm the fuck down”

Still amidst of denying what I felt. He was already kissing me before I knew what happen. That moment I stop overthinking and just go with it. Forcing myself to shut my eyes and just feel his lips on mine, his hands were touching my body all over, from the back to my nipples, slowly under my pants touching my hole. Leaning me towards the bed and took off my shirt, he was kissing me all over my body. Licking my neck , my nipples, as he took off my pants and undies revealing my cock which was not erected. He stroke it with hands and manage to get it semi-hard as he puts in into his mouth sucking it.

We switched position as I was sucking his dick. For the very first time I actually felt disgusted and didn’t enjoy sex at all. The feeling that I was trying to deny was getting stronger and stronger as I suck his dick with 0 passion driven.

                                           “I don’t want this”

but I have to finish this quick so I could just go home already. I initiated by putting the condom on his dick and lube myself, riding him as badly as I want him to cum fast and with my eyes closed because I can’t bare to see this anymore. Until I smelled something very distracting that make me opened my eyes. Seeing him holding a small glass bottle of liquid sucking up the smell with his nose while he was joy in a weird way, I was literally freaking out inside

                                      “What the fuck is that?” 

We switched to military position as he fucks me I felt awful and pain. Wishing he would just cum and end this already.  His sweat were dripping all over and panting saying : 

Jack : Ha…Ha…(panting) have you been fuck for more than 3-4 times a night?

Me : Ahh..(Fake moaning) No

Jack : Well I’m gonna fuck you the whole night tonight haha.

It gave me chills when he said that. As if he meant it. It was my fault for stepping in this room and I’m scared. As I continue fake moaning wishing he would just cum already, his hands reaches for that small glass of bottle with liquid and violently forcing me to smell it even tho my hands were pushing it away.

Jack : Just smell it , its nothing (forcing me to suck the smell of the liquid)

Me : I dont want to ! (pushing it away but failed, I was so helpless) 

The smell was terrible and it made me felt dizzy, there were a little dripping left on my face its in the form of oil but I swear it smell awful. Someone finally heard my prayers as he let out a moan and cummed in the condom.

He walked off to hit the shower and I was covered in cold sweat on the bed feeling so misery for the first time. I packed all my stuff into the bag and thinking hell lots of plans to leave this room. As I was packing my stuff, my curiousity hits me saying :

                 “Do I want to check what he has in his bag ?”

Unzipping his bag carefully I saw a few bottles of that liquid and some sex toys. Sound of the tap water running from the shower room, trying very hard to keep this shit together and not panic. I initiated a conversation while he’s in the bathroom.

Me : Hey. Wanna grab something to eat down stair later ? 

Jack : Sure I am hungry.

YES. All I could think of was dining in at a place and I can walk off saying I want to get something from the 7-11 or any convenient store. As he got out from the shower room, I try to avoid any eye contact and just cool my head with cold water flowing on me. Wipe myself dry with a towel and get dress up in a fast pace wishing just to leave. Just when i was about to opened the door 

Jack : Why do you wanna bring your bag along ? 

Me : Oh I don’t feel comfortable leaving my belongings here. (excuse)

I could feel my palm sweating, hoping that he didn’t sense anything fishy. As I step foot outside the motel. In a sigh of relieve, I could finally breathe in fresh air. On our way walking to Pappa Rich (a restaurant), I can’t believe it with my eyes. There ain’t a single convenient store that I saw. Fuck. And I cant think of any excuses to leave !

As we sat in. I only ordered a drink and still looking around thinking :

                                        “What now ?”

Jack : You not eating ?

Me : Er ya. Just feeling like drinking something cold.

As the waiter brought his food to the table, I quickly borrow this chance since he will be busy eating as a distraction.

Me : I need to go to the toilet.

Jack : Ok.

Slowly removing myself from the chair, my sweaty palms were reaching for my bag. Hoping he don’t see me taking it with me to the toilet. I don’t know if he did or didn’t saw it but I went to the toilet anyway. It stinks and I just hate myself so much right now in this position. In the cubicle I cautiously open the door because I don’t know if he would see me by the time I leave the toilet. But I cant see clearly because I was just in panic.

                                    “Screw it. Just run” 

And I did. Leaving the restaurant from another door. Slowly picking up my phase and I was running fast. Real fast. I didn’t know where I was I didn’t know where to go but I just want to stay as far as I could from him and the motel. It was still drizzling outside and I couldn’t care less. My legs did not stop even if I am dead tired. Terrified by what I felt I look at my watch, Fuck its almost 12 am where do I flag a taxi at this time ?!

Standing by the traffic praying to see a red or yellow taxi could pass by and even when the world is covered in darkness there is light. I saw a taxi driving towards the junction. My hopes was all up and wishing I could just take a ride home already ! 

                            “oh fuck. It was taken fuck !”

Still in panic, I took out my phone and called my bff wishing he would pick up his phone in this ungodly hour and expected he didn’t pick up !

As I saw another taxi driving towards I was praying real hard to whoever is up there please just let me go home !

                    “oh dear lord. the taxi driver is a women

I had a bad feeling about it by the time she drove near me. It was stilling raining and I was in fear and wet. the traffic lights turn red as she stops. and I was pointing at the empty backseats hoping she would let me hop on. 

                  She waved a ‘No’ gesture to me, declining. 

And for the first time my heart sank so deep that my tears could rush out any moment. My phone started ringing non-stop and god knows who is calling. I sincerely put my fingers together in a please gesture. She scroll down her car windows and said : 

Taxi Lady : Duduk kat mana ? (Where do you stay?)

Me : ‘Told her my address’ Dekat je kak (Its nearby only please)

As the lights turn green.

Taxi Lady : Masuk la (Just get in) 

Words couldn’t express how grateful I felt the moment I sat in the car. Sure it was cold and shivering, mentally damaged, terrified and my phone couldn’t stop ringing. But I told myself.

                “I’m going to be alright. I’m coming home”

While I was gonna blocked his number he sent horrifying messages to me.

“Where are you”

             “Dont runaway”                               “You cant hide from me”

I stopped myself from reading it and deleted all of it and blocked his number. And my phone rang again. How is it possible ? 

But turns out it was my bff. I picked up the call.

The moment I heard his vocie throught the phone. My tears was flowing down.

bff : Are you ok ?

Me : Fuck you…why didn’t you pick up just now (Crying already)

bff : I was at work bitch. Are you crying ? What happen. 

Me : Its 12 am and you’re still working ? (Erk kinda out of topic)

bff : Where are you now ?

Me : I had a terrible fun. I’m on my way home now. 

bff : See I told you to be careful. (still wanna nag me)

Me : call you when I’m home safe. 

As the car stopped in front of my house. The taxi meter was about RM12 I took out a RM20 note and hand to her saying my most sincere 

                             “Thank you, keep the change”

Carefully unlocking the doors so that I don’t wake my parents up at this hour. Took my towel, removed my clothes and turn on the heater. 

I’ve never hate myself so much. Like so so much. Scrubbing my skin where he touches and removing the smell from every inch of my body. 

As the shower tap was flowing water ; my eyes was too. 

Out of a sudden, I felt nauseated and immediately held on to the toilet bowl and vomit , gag so badly that it hurts inside. I was so pathetic.

Well my point of writing this story is just to share that not all my encounters are perfectly godly good sex or hot af sex. I had some pretty bad times too, I just chose not to write it. Thinking back of this incident really make me wanna yell at myself. 

Be safe everybody. xo

People are saying Jack and Ashi ending up together and what happened in episode 9 was so predictable but like bro it doesn’t matter how predictable it was.

Like this shit still hurts. Does this not hurt you seeing that? LOL

If it can still make you feel something even if you predicted every step. I say that’s good writing.

This is just more of my opinion and will definitely vary from person to person. But I’m genuinely hurting right now like I feel not only so bad for Jack but for Ashi. Him telling her that she isn’t her father or her mother but her own person just got me good.

Also I don’t think this is the end of Jashi or Ashi in general I think she’s going to fight this.

(Sorry I’m tired af so my apologies if this doesn’t make much sense lol)

anonymous asked:

Zimbits, bully

oooh okay so basically this is practically a ficlet but i’m too impatient to put it in Proper Writing Format especially because i’m on mobile so it’s just gonna be a series of bullet points

(also this got longer than expected so i’m gonna put in a read more in a sec)

•so let’s say it’s a nice, but unusually hot day in May at Samwell at the end of Bitty’s freshman year or so

•and Bitty is hella stressed because it’s finals week and it’s hot out so he decides screw it, I want some ice cream

•it just so happens that there’s a cute little ice cream shop on the other side of campus

•Bitty’s too lazy to change into an actual decent outfit so all he’s wearing is a tank top and those Shorts That Made Jack Trip On The Porch™

•he’s waiting in line to buy his ice cream, looking at his phone, when he accidentally bumps into the guy in front of him

•"Pardon!“ he says, and that should be the end of it

•it is not the end of it

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Hannigram moments || Will showing genuine emotions around Hannibal. 

We can all agree that Hannibal is a liar and a manipulator, and yet, he’s the most emotionally honest character on the show. The love he feels for his friends and Will is always real, (though his way of expressing it seems alien to the rest of us…)

We constantly see Hannibal profess his love for Will through words, actions, body language, and murder tableaus. To put it simply, he cares about Will.

Will on the other hand is much harder to pin down because it’s impossible to know what he’s truly thinking and feeling. Sometimes I think not even Will knows what Will wants. That’s what makes him so complex as a character. He’s made of shades of grey, ambiguity, and indecision. He simultaneously hates and loves Hannibal. He’s terrified of the way Hannibal makes him feel and he knows their relationship would be unsustainable, but a part of him still wants it. So many contradictions!

In season two Will Graham was the one wearing a mask, more so than Hannibal. To play the cannibal’s game Will was willing to put on the ultimate performance. He transformed himself into a murder husband and used himself as bait. For episodes at a time the audience was cut off from Will’s emotions, so his internal struggle was lost to us. But it’s clear that many of the emotions he displays to Hannibal are fake… or half-truths at best. 

So it’s refreshing to see our darling Will unmasked, that’s why I wanted to make of gif set with him showing naked emotions. I think most fannibals long for these flashes of genuine honesty. All my favorite Hannigram moments are the ones without the web of lies and convoluted bullshit, (though that can be fun too!)

Will’s hatred for Hannibal is clearly visible, but sometimes the authentic love shows through too in precious-rare moments like these, just look:

Gif 1: This is from Mizumono, just after they share a conversation about their mind palaces. It’s right before Hannibal smells Freddie’s scent on Will. I believe Will is being 100% honest here, it’s very telling of his mental state. A part of him still wants to run away with Hannibal, a murky part of him albeit. But the admiration and longing is there on his face, plain as day, it’s not acting on Will’s part! It’s the look of a man in love. Will knows their bond is like no other. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, he could search for a thousand years and never find a relationship this powerful again. It’s an unfortunate situation, I mean, what would you do if your soul mate turned out to be a cannibal? I think Will’s tempted to confess to Hannibal here but something convinces him not to, so he tears his gaze away. His emotional heart wants to go with Hannibal while his rational mind knows that siding with Jack is the right thing to do.

Gif 2: This is from Tome-wan, as Hannibal steps in to paralyze Mason Verger. Will absolutely reviles Mason for abusing Margot and killing their unborn fetus. It’s twisted, but I think their mutual hatred of Mason absolutely brings Hannibal and Will closer together, beyond Will’s murder husband performance. Just look at the glint in Will’s eye. He’s not lying here and I love him for it, the pure honesty, the moral ambiguity. He reveals himself as a Byronic Hero in this moment, admiring his even shadier mentor.

Gif 3: This is from Sorbet, season one. Will brings Hannibal a bottle a wine after witnessing him save a man’s life with his surgical skills. Will is a bit shy in this scene, but it’s obvious how much he respects Hannibal. He acts like a schoolboy with a crush! He grins nervously and talks quickly it’s all very candid. One of the purest moments between them, though Will doesn’t know Hannibal’s a cannibal yet.

Gif 4: Alright. Deep breath. The big wow moment. No lies here, there’s no reason to lie anymore because all the secrets have been revealed. So yeah, that’s the face of truth. Will’s eyes are as bright as stars. He realizes that Hannibal kept Abigail (their surrogate daughter) alive this entire time! What emotions do you see in this face? Personally, I see shock, awe, terror, and yes— love. A part of him still loves Hannibal even after all the suffering the cannibal has caused. In this moment Will is Icarus; the man who flew too close to the sun. So Hannibal guts him and the performance is over, the curtains fall …

From here on out I hope Will and Hannibal can both be emotionally honest with each other. No more deception. No more tricks. No more masks.

Raw truths laid bare, that’s all I want for these two going into season three. They need to stop with the immature little mind games and start keeping it REAL.

Aaron Hotchner drabble #90

90 with Hotch

It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.

Originally posted by loveiseternalbutpainful

“Icing or sugar?” you asked your little helper. Jack stepped onto the stool peering over your shoulder, inspecting your creations. “I think we should sugar coat the death star ones and put icing on the stormtrooper ones. Cause dad prefers sugar and you like icing” he said finally. “What about with you like?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “ Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, waving his hand telling you to come closer. “I like icing, but dad said to never ask for something just for yourself” he whispered shyly. You laughed. “Jack? Y/n? I’m home!!” Hotch called walking into the kitchen. “Dad, me and Y/N made Star wars cookies and she cut her finger!” He yelled jumping into his father’s arms. “You cut your finger?” Hotch asked , a wave of concern crossing his face. “You little snitch!” you screeched, as he giggled hiding behind his father. “Prepare to be tickled to death!!” you smiled evilly running to grab him as he squealed and ran away. 

“Woah woah woah” Hotch chuckled, grabbing your waist and pulling you away. You squirmed against his grip “Aaron, I’m fine” you laughed as he lifted you up and setting you onto the kitchen counter. “Let me see” he asked firmly, gripping your waist. “I am fine” you groaned. “Let me see” he says again. You groaned and help your finger up “ It was an accident. I was baking and…I’m not going to the hospital.” you warned seeing the look of worry on his face. “Did you put ice on it?” he asked.”Yess…now let me go”you whined, pushing slightly at his chest. “At least let me do something” he said, sighing. You grinned mischievously “Kiss it better?”. He smiled and kissed the tips of your fingers softly, then your knuckles and the back of your hand. “Better?” he whispered softly, pressing his forehead on yours. “Hmm yeah sure whatever” you grinned, kissing his lips firmly. “Now if you will excuse, I need to go and teach your child a lesson”.


For the anon who requested 12 (please say something) and 25 (it’s always been you) with Hotch

He’s staring at you. You can feel his eyes on you and it’s starting to get under your skin. You’d gone on a date last night and didn’t tell him. Your best friend. It wasn’t like the date was even a success, the guy had turned out to be a boring loser and you’d found yourself wishing that you were with Aaron and Jack instead.
“Hey,” Aaron says startling you out of your focus. You look up at him eyes wide in surprise. “Can I talk to you?” He says quietly and you nod standing and following him to his office. He closes the door softly, and doesn’t turn to look at you.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a date last night?”
“I didn’t think it was important.”
“But I’m your best friend.” He turns toward you, the hurt evident in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He repeats.
“Aaron. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. It was a dud anyways. I spent the entire date wishing I was with you and Jack watching a movie and throwing popcorn at one another.” He doesn’t say anything, he just searches your face, like he’s trying to find answers there. What the question is, you’re not entirely sure. “Would you say something please? You’re kind of scaring me.” He doesn’t say anything. Just takes a slow step toward you, moving softly like he doesn’t want to scare you. He mouth suddenly and quickly collides with yours. His hands wrap around your biceps, he pulls away just as quickly.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters softly letting you go and moving away.
“Don’t.” You whisper grabbing his arm. You pull him back toward you and put a hand on either side of his face and study him for a moment. “How could I have been so stupid?” You mutter.
“It’s you. It’s always been you.” You press your mouth against his again and his arms wrap themselves around you holding you tightly to him. How could you have been so stupid?

“Welcome to the club.”

HAS ANYONE DOES THIS YET??? I am in such denial that Tadashi dies that I like to think that maybe he came back as a guardian and eventually gets Hiro to believe in him so that they can be bros again.

He would have fire powers like Jack has ice powers!! It would be so cool because they would be like polar opposites, but they both heroically died and left behind younger siblings who looked up to them a lot…. I made myself sad…. anyways, I was thinking that he could be the Guardian of Comfort or something, since fire is kind of like warmth… and he could guide lost kids home with the light and stuff like that. Idk I’m just trying to think of how fire could be helpful to children. 


wigettarubelangelcrazylove  asked:

Hi honey! You write awesome, I love it! Please continue, I have a request, no pressure, but I'd love it if you could write it! Can you please write more fanfics of Jumin jealous x mc? Honey you're awesome p, you have a great talent!

Oh, thank you so much! I’m surprised how many people enjoyed the jealous Jumin fic honestly, but I’m very happy to see that’s the case! 

I’m also glad you enjoy my stories! My ultimate goal with my writing is to make people happy and I’m overjoyed to see that I’m succeeding at that :)


You sat with Jumin at the park, sunshine painting your skin as you both happily talked with one another.

You were perfectly content, your smile never quite leaving your face as you spoke with him. 

Until you noticed someone else. 

His hair was in a messy ponytail, auburn strands curling against his freckled face. 

He was dressed casually, a simple t-shirt with jeans with a leather jacket set upon him. 

When his muddy eyes caught sight of you, your heart sank.

His eyes widened, waving an excited hand towards you as he rushed your way. “MC!” 

You felt your husband’s grip on you tighten, shooting daggers at the man approaching you.

You gave him a comforting squeeze with your entwined hands. wearily smiling.

This could be okay, perhaps he didn’t mean any trouble.  

“MC!” The man grinned brightly. “Hey, how are you? How long has it been? What, like two years?” 

“Yeah, just about right.” You mumbled, huffing awkwardly. 

“Man…” He sighed, chuckling. “You look great.” 

His words had a bothersome hint, leaving you tensing up uncomfortably. 

You opened your mouth to speak before Jumin shot up, anger seeping from him like molasses as he stepped in front of you protectively. 

“And you are?” He asked, his voice low.

“Oh-I’m Jack, her ex.” He said, scrunching up his nose. “What about you-”

“Her husband.” 

“Oh, oh.” Jack peered back at you. “Guess I wasn’t too memorable then, right?” 

“Are you trying to imply something?” Jumin growled, his hands tightening into fists. 

“I just thought what we had was pretty good-” 

“I don’t think so.” You grumbled, staring down at the ground. “After all, you cheated on me.” 

“It was a one-time thing, don’t get so worked up about it-” 

“Leave, now.” Jumin snarled. 


“I don’t know how much of an idiot you have to be to cheat on someone as wonderful as her, but I do know, that you don’t even deserve to be talking to her.” He curled his lip. “So, leave.” 

Your face became red like a strawberry, your jaw hanging open. 

“Why don’t you let her make that decision? After all, it wouldn’t be so bad to catch up, right?” 

His honeyed voice made you sick, his excuses and lies flooded your mind. 

“Actually, I’d really appreciate it if you left.” You stood up, taking hold of Jumin’s hand.  

“You’re kidding.” 

“No, I’m not.” You huffed, facing the man ahead of you two. “You were memorable, in all the wrong ways. I’m much happier now than I ever could have imagined.” You glanced upwards. “I’m…happy, with my husband.” 

Jumin grinned gently, adoration filling his eyes. 

It always seemed to be there when he looked at you.

“Fine, you know what? Fine.” Jack scoffed, slouching with annoyance. “Don’t know what I expected anyhow. You’re still just as-” 

“Amazing as she’s always been.” 

“Whatever.” Your ex shook his head, thrashing his body away as he stormed off, snatching an angered look at you before disappearing from sight. 

“That was…very sweet of you.” You laughed, trying to hide your furious blushing. 

He held back laughter, tangling his arms about your waist as he peppered you in kisses. 

“I hope you always know,” He began, pressing his forehead against yours. “that you make me happier beyond belief as well. No matter what, I hope you never forget that.” 

You curled your fingers through his hair, your lips stretching from ear to ear. 

“I won’t.” 

Our Light

Newsies Fic AU: Lamp!David (inspired by a previous post)

(Jack’s POV)

Warning: Random. A bit sad. A bit unbelievable. Just read it & see :)

- - -

It’s just another hot summer morning and it’s time to carry the banner. But this kid shows up at the distribution gates, dragging along a tiny lamp. It’s odd. He’s just standing there, looking completely lost. I’ve never seen him before. I buy my papes and sit down to glance at the headlines, but the kid is staring at me so I ask him if he wants to sit down. He does.

“Hey, I’m Jack. Jack Kelly.”

His tiny face looks up at me. “I’m Les. Les Jacobs”

He holds up the tiny lamp, “This is my brother, David.”

I cock up my eyebrow, “Your brother, huh? How old are you?

“Almost ten.”

“Hmmm well that ain’t good. If anybody asks, you’se seven, ok? Younger sells more.”

He just nods endlessly at me. 

“Hey, I’ll make ya a deal. You sell with me and we’ll spilt the money, 70-30.”

Les is shaking his head, “Don’t try to pull one over on a little kid. 50-50.”

The other guys have bought their papes and gathered around me by now. I hear murmurs among them, wondering about the lamp. I’m curious for the story as well, but I just want to sell a lot of papes today. I’m saving for a train ticket to Santa Fe. 

“Fine, 60-40, that’s my final offer.”

He concedes, “Deal.”

We shake on it and we’re off. His youth attracts a lot of customers and we do pretty well with business. He’s real protective of the lamp he carries along, but he can sell fine with one hand. I offer to hold it but he refuses. 

All is well until I spy Snyder. He starts running towards us and I tell Les to take off running. I’m pulling him along through alleys and backdoors until he suddenly drops the lamp. He breaks away to grab it and I turn around to grab him. 

No! I need David!”

I pick up the lamp and the kid and haul off around the corner. Relief spreads through me when I realize where I am. I open the door to Medda’s place and pull us both inside. 

Les is crying by now and I am at a loss at what to do. That’s when Medda comes backstage, gaping at the scene. “Jack Kelly? Is that you?”

I go over to her and give her a hug. “Yes, Medda. I’m sorry to intrude.. but, but I ran into a little trouble outside. Is it ok if we stay here awhile?”

She nods and glances at Les. “Of course. Is he alright? Here, let’s get him some candy. Let him calm down.”

Les is curled up in the corner, clutching the lamp that thankfully isn’t broken. I go and sit by him. We sit for awhile, waiting for the silence to be broken with the music of the theater playing in the background. 

_ _ _


“Yeah, kid?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“I’m all ears.”

He sighs. “My brother isn’t really a lamp.”

I glance at him. “I know, Les.”

“I got a brother though. Err, did. He disappeared last month. He wouldn’t of ran away. Everyone thinks he’s dead. Nobody is lookin’ for ‘em.“ 

 He’s just sitting there, looking up at me. I don’t know what to say.

"I’m sorry to hear that.”

He rubs his eyes. “His name was David. He was sixteen. He had brown, curly hair and blue eyes. He was real smart. He talked a lot.” 

So his brother would have been around my age. “He sounded real special”

“He was. You know what’s weird? Sometimes he bugged me so much I wished he wasn’t there. Then he was gone, and I wondered why I ever would have wished that. That was a stupid thing to do.”

He looks at me, his eyes glimmering with tears. “I miss him.”

My heart drops. I wrap my arms around the kid. “I know what it’s like pal.” 

“You-u do?”

“Yeah, I had a little brother once. But he died. It was an accident. He would of been a little older than you.”

“So my brother would have been around your age, and your brother would have been around my age?”

I think about that. “That’s right.”

Les puts his hand on top of mine. “I bet you and David would have been good friends. He never woulda admitted it, but he really needed a friend.” 

I smile at him. “I woulda been his friend.”

He holds up the lamp. “Do you wanna know why I carry this? It’s David’s. It used to sit on his desk and he sat by it to study. Did I mention how smart he was?”

I nod at him. “You did.”

“He was bright. Well, it was something my mama said. She said that Davey would always be with us no matter what, shining a light on us. That’s why this lamp is David. He’s always with me then. He’s my light.”

I almost break at those words. But I just help the kid get up and put my hand on his shoulder. “Here, let me walk you home.”

_ _ _

Les opens the door to the apartment and we both walk inside. I meet his family, his mother, his pop and his sister. They invite me to have dinner with them and I kindly agree. I notice Mr. Jacobs arm and realize why Les is working. Golly, this family has had trouble. I tell them how great Les is at sellin’ and they smile. But they keep asking questions with their eyes. I know what they are wondering but I can’t tell them yet. 

After Mrs. Jacobs takes Les to bed, Mr. Jacobs looks at me. “How did he really do today? What did he tell you?”

“He told me about the lamp. About David. I’m real sorry.”

He nods, a distance look in his eyes. “We all miss him so much.” He picks up a picture from the table and hands it to me. “This is David.”

I stare at it for a minute, look at his smiling face, his shining eyes. A life perhaps gone too soon. 

Mrs. Jacobs joins us then. “It’s been a difficult month for us. Les’ been having such a tough time dealing with it all. I don’t know what else we can do. He is attached to that lamp, just like he was attached to his brother. We haven’t had any closure.”

She looks at me, “Thank you for looking after him.”

“I’m happy to oblige ma’am. I’ll help anyway I can. Tell Les I’ll see him tomorrow.”

As I exit the apartment and start to walk back to lodge, I’m surprised at the tears that are forming in my eyes. I never knew David Jacobs, but I am sadden that I hadn’t gotten the chance to. 

- - -

I’m walking through the gates the next morning to buy my papes when Les runs up to me, with the lamp still in his hand like the day before. It’s strange how much can change in just 24 hours, but now I understand it more. I ruffle his hair but that is when I notice all the other guys are just standing around. Without papes.

“What’s going on?”

Blink’s yelling, “They jacked up the prices Jack!”

I hear Skittery complaining, “This will ruin me!”

I walk up to the counter and stare at Weasel. “Is this some kind of a joke? Why the jack up?” 

He smirks at me. “Hold your horses Cowboy. This isn’t any rodeo. It is the real deal and there is nothing you can do about it.”

I storm off and sit down on the steps. Thinking. There’s gotta to be something I can do. There’s gotta be something WE can do. 

All the guys are crowding around me, but Les pushes his way through and yells, “Give him some room! Let him think!” 

That’s when it comes to me. “Well if we don’t sell papes, nobody sells papes. Nobody sells papes until they put the price back where it was!”

There is a moment of complete silence. Does anyone understand?

“You mean, like a strike?” I look over at the kid. “That’s what David would say. He always had good ideas like that. ”

I nod at Les. “Yeah, yeah like a strike. That’s a good idea.”

All the guys are shaking their heads and yelling that’s it a crazy idea.

But it’s not. I’m gonna strike. And I’m gonna do it for us. I’m going to do it for Les. I’m going to do it for David. I just don’t know how yet. 

I get up and start leading the Newsies towards the square. I look at Les. “What would Dave say next?”

He thinks for a moment. “He woulda said that we can’t let them think we are nothing. We ain’t!”

I yell this to the others. The newsies agree.

I look back at Les. “Ok, what else? Tell us what Dave would want us to do.”

He’s silent, until he remembers something. “Wait! He was talkin’ bout unions once! I thought he was sayin’ onions but he explained it to me. We could be a union right? The Newsboys Union!” 

Everyone agrees. David would be the light to spark this revolution. And the strike began.

- - - 

It had been a long haul. But several days later we actually did it. A crowd of striking children was roaring in the square and Pulitzer finally noticed our power. I asked Les if I could take our light with me to negotiate and he agreed. When I got to his office, I set the lamp on the table. I showed it to Pulitzer. I called him out for his stupidity of holding out on us. He didn’t have the power. We did. And we won. 

After that it became a blur. I thought about going to Santa Fe but I couldn’t leave anymore. I had a family here. I had friends here. Something that Santa Fe didn’t have. We all went back to sellin’ papes and fell into a routine again. 

One night I was walking back to the lodge from the Jacobs’ when I almost tripped over a form awkwardly strung out on the street. But something was familiar about him. I turned the guy around and gasped when I saw his face.

It couldn’t be. Could it?

I had never known David Jacobs. I had never seen him in person. I had never spoken to him. I had only seen his picture. All I knew was that he was supposed dead. But I knew this was David Jacobs. 

Since the strike, I believed in miracles. I believed in dreams. I believed in possibilities. But a guy coming back to life? Isn’t that impossible?

- - - 

I shake the boy, and he stirs. His eyelids pop open and I notice they are blue. This HAS to be him. I pull him up and hug the life out of him.


He tries to pull away. “Do I KNOW you?” 

I start laughing, laughing so hard I’m almost crying. 

"No, no you don’t." 

He shakes my arms off him and glares at me. He is just like Les described him. 

"I’m Jack Kelly.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“It will, pal. I know your family.”

You do? I-I-I’ve been trying to get home. But my head is a little fuzzy. I don’t remember what happened.”

“You’ve been missing for awhile. They think you’re dead.”

“WHAT? That’s impossible!”

I chuckle again. “No, Dave, nothing’s impossible. Not anymore.”

He squirms, “Let me go, I gotta go find them. I gotta go now!”

I haul him up, and swing my arm around his shoulder. “Here, you’re real close. I’ll walk you there.”

- - -

I leave David leaning against the wall in the hallway. “Wait here.”

I knock at the front door and it swings open. Mrs. Jacobs is standing there. 

“Jack? Why are you knocking? Did you forget something?”

“No-o-o, no. Actually I found something of yours.”

I swallow nervously. 


I pull Dave towards me until he is in her view. She gasps. 


That’s when they all come runnin’. Les sees his brother and drops the lamp, but this is the one time he doesn’t care. He doesn’t need it anymore. 

He’s got the real thing. 

_ _ _

I found a light in my new pal, Davey. Because sometimes there is darkness in life, but there is always hope. Anything can happen. The odds can be overcome. The giants can be slayed. The lost can be found. 

Our light came back to us.

anthonystqrk  asked:

fic prompt: "well this is awkward..." for zimbits :)

Bitty’s sitting in Jack’s lap, his legs wrapped around Jack’s waist, and they’re kissing deeply enough to almost make up for the two weeks they spent apart, when a tiny yelp from the doorway of Bitty’s bedroom startles them apart. 

“I am so sorry,” a familiar voice squeaks, just as Bitty is making a rather undignified noise and is pitching himself out of Jack’s lap. He stumbles to his feet in an instant, whipping around to see Tango frozen with his hand on the doorknob, his lips parted in surprised. 

There’s a long moment of absolute, complete silence, in which Bitty completely forgets how to talk. 

Jack’s the one to speak first. “Well,” he says flatly. “This is awkward.”

If the situation were different, Bitty would chirp him for being so abysmally unhelpful. 

As is, he just lets out another frantic noise. “Tango, what on earth are you doing? I thought you were with the rest of the boys at the library, and why are you just barging into my room?”

Tango’s hands fly up and he takes a step backwards. “I’m sorry! I wanted to ask you something and didn’t think I’d be interrupting anything, I’m so sorry Bitty… wait.” Tango stops and squints. His face melts into something between confusion and delight. “Is that Jack Zimmermann?”

Behind him, Jack groans. Bitty seconds the sentiment.  

“Tango,” he says slowly, sucking in a fortifying breath. “Why don’t you go downstairs? Jack and I will be down in a minute and we’ll all talk. And don’t say a word to anyone, alright?”

Tango’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Of course not! I would never!”

Bitty shoos him out of the room after that, Tango still mumbling apologies under his breath. Bitty shuts the door behind him. 

“He won’t say anything,” Bitty says. Tango, for all his questions, isn’t stupid, and doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. 

“Uh,” Jack says, frowning. He’s standing up now, adjusting his shirt and smoothing his hair down. Bitty had done a number on it with his fingers, as per usual. “What are we going to say to him?”

“Oh my goodness, I don’t know,” Bitty says, dropping his face into his hands. “Lord I feel like I’m about to go give a teenager the birds and the bees talk, oh my god what are we going to say? And I thought you locked the door.”

Jack shrugs. “I was busy with other things.” Bitty can tell he’s worried - his mouth is a bit too tight and he’s frowning a little bit, but they’ve talked about telling the Haus anyways, so it’s probably just the shock of the moment that’s making him look a little nervous. Even so, Bitty can see the faint teasing glint in Jack’s eyes as they flick down over his half unbuttoned and rumpled shirt. 

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty admonishes, straightening his shirt hastily and crosses his arms over his chest. “You stop that right now and help me figure out how we are going to tell one of my teammates that I was making out with a NHL star in my bedroom in the middle of the afternoon.”

Jack steps forward and slings an arm over his shoulder and kisses Bitty’s temple. “It might be easier if we do it by just telling him I’m your boyfriend?”

Bitty sighs and sags into Jack’s side. This time, Jack kisses the top of his head. 

“Alright,” Bitty says, nudging Jack to the door. “Let’s get this over with.”