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.

zimbits hospital meetcute au?

CW: hospitals, IVs, medication, minor talk of health issues (Crohn’s, pneumonia, infections). No death or super serious/life-threatening health issues.

Jack wasn’t close to his maternal grandfather, but that didn’t stop him from visiting him in the hospital every day.

Though Grandpa Lou wasn’t on death’s doorstep, he wasn’t well and it was summer, so what else was he going to do with his time?

Unfortunately, all Grandpa seemed to do when he visited was sleep. Jack supposed there wasn’t much else to do in a hospital. So when Grandpa dozed off, Jack would often grab a cup of shitty coffee from the waiting room and wander the halls, staring at the generic art on the walls and wonder if he would be a bad grandson if he just went home.

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Vanilla Sex// Ethan Dolan Imagine +


A/N: Hey what up I’m not dead! Sorry for being MIA on this account, school has been so stressful and I completely abandoned my tumblr account. I’m back now though! 


Smut creds to: @smokedluh


Your day was exhausting as you had such a hard day at work.All you wanted to do was go to your boyfriend of a year and cuddle up next to him as the two of you talked about your day. The twins and Jack were all currently at the warehouse recording a video for the week. Ethan was always at the warehouse and it has technically become your second home. 

You decided that instead of going home and waiting for him to get there, you would go over to the warehouse and surprise him. Parking the car by the door entrance you turned your car off and stepped out. Using the copy that Ethan gave you many months ago you opened the door and quietly stepped in. As you approached the kitchen you could hear all four of the boys booming voices echoing through the thin walls. 

As you got closer to them you could clearly hear everything they were saying. 

“How are things with Y/N?” You heard Jack ask your boyfriend. 

Curiosity filed your body so instead of going in and interrupting them you pressed yourself against the wall and eavesdropped on them. 

“Things are going great man, It’s just that….you know what never mind.” Ethan trailed off as he shook his head dismissing whatever he was about to say. Mentally you urged the boys to ask him what was on his mind because you wanted to know what he was going to say. 

“What? Just say it bro we aren’t going to judge you.” Grayson urged his twin as he was curious himself on knowing what he could possibly say. All he received was utter silence from Ethan. 

At this point a lot of thoughts were crossing through your mind. Did he not love you anymore? Did you do something to annoy him? Does he not like my curves? Was I too much for him? All of this was silenced with the comment he made next. 

“It’s the sex man. I mean don’t get me wrong we have amazing sex but it’s all vanilla you know?” He shrugged while the boys hummed in agreement. 

This hurt you because you always thought that the sex was fine. You never thought that he hated the most intimate part of your relationship so much. 

“Talk to her about it. Sometimes girl have this freaky side to them that you don’t know about until you ask for more,” Jack suggested to your boyfriend and you nodded your head agreeing with him. Ethan should just grow a pair and tell you about how he felt instead of telling his twin and friend about it first. 

“I don’t want to hurt her feelings though. Like i said before it’s not bad. I just think its boring to do the same thing over and over again all the time. I just wish we added something new to our sex lives.” He replied back. 

This was when you had enough of listening in on their conversation. Stepping away from the wall you walked right out of the warehouse and drove right to the mall to buy a few things. 

You were ready to show Ethan a side to you that you were always afraid to show him. 

You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you fluffed up your hair one last time. You knew Ethan would be home any minute. The red two piece lingerie hugged your curves perfectly. The bra was a mesh red bra with only a thin material covering the nipple. The red thong rested perfectly on the curve of your hips while hiding your heat away from Ethan’s view. You loved how sexy it made you feel and you were positive that Ethan would love it as well. 

The lights were dimmed and candles were scattered around the room filling it with a vanilla scent. You purposely chose that smell to remind Ethan that you weren’t all vanilla. 

Hearing the front door open you quickly ran over to the king sized bed and kneeled on the sheets. 

“Baby what’s-damn,” he gasped out as his eyes widened at the site of you having your legs spread open as you sat on the bed. 

“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what’s going on?” You flirted while spreading your legs fully open allowing him to slide his body through them. Lying down on the bed as Ethan’s muscular bod hovered above you. You felt your heart rate pick up nervous on how he would react to your actions. 

“I can’t wait to rip this off of you,” Ethan whispered into your ear as his hands ran down your body resting on the curve of your hips. You felt his hands slide under the thing material of the thong and lightly pinch your skin. 

Smirking up at your boyfriend you decided that now would be a great time to tease him. Ghosting your lips over his you lower your hand down and lightly press your palm on his hardening cock. 

Attaching your lips to his neck, you lick and suck his sweet spot. 

You hear a light moan escape his lips making you heat grow, now soaking your panties. 

“Fuck if you don’t let me do something soon I’m going to ruin you,” Ethan moaned out as he lightly bit your shoulder. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you smirked as you took your hand away from where he needed you most and quickly flipped him around. Now you were straddling him with your hands resting on his chest. You were dominating him and he loved it.  

He peers over your arm, and his hands quickly rest on your ass, giving it a hard smack. His favorite thing on you was and you quote “your fat ass.” 

Jumping forward a little at the contact, you grind slowly on his crotch watching him squirm under you.

 “Stop teasing.” he groans, but it was no use because you loved seeing him all vulnerable under your touch. 

 You continued to slowly grind onto his crotch, sometimes pressing down a little creating a pleasuring pressure for him.

His hands roam your entire body as he tries to touch you and as much as you love it you decided that tonight he wouldn’t be allowed to touch you for a while. 

“Tonight’s gonna be a little different.” you say as you push his hands above his head and the other reaching for bag of things you bought today. 

“You can pick what you wanna use first.” you say biting your lip seductively at your bewildered boyfriend. 

 Leaning up, he started rummaging through the bag, his eyes occasionally widening at the sight of the stuff in there. 

Pulling out a blue vibrator, he quickly flips you over sucking on your neck, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys. 

 Sighing, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, tugging at the napes of his hair. He grabs both hands and holds them above your head, not stopping his actions. “Mmm, that’s what the handcuffs are for.” you say while looking up at him with lust filled eyes.

 “I’ll use those later.” He says smirking up at you as his hands trail down your body creating goosebumps all around your skin. Getting down to your panties, he lifts them down agonizingly slow.

 “You’re always so wet for me Y/N.” he moans as he stares at your throbbing clit all wet and ready for him. 

 “All for you baby.” you smirk with your eyes staring at him begging for him to touch you already.

 Gasping as his lips close around your clit you begin to feel his tongue licking stripes up and down. Your toes curl at the vast pleasure coursing through your body as he eats you out. Your breathing grows heavy as you let out a loud moan while tugging at the top of his hair begging for more. 

 He busts out with his tricks; drawing patterns, figure 8’s, you name it he was doing it. 

“Fuck E, just like that.” you moan licking your bottom lip that’s was now becoming dry. Ethan knew your body like no other, and he knew what to do to get you squirming and coming under his touch in seconds, but tonight. Tonight I could tell he wanted to take his time, enjoy it and tease you. 

Soon you felt cold as his lips pulled out from you. You groan missing his pleasuring tongue but you knew it would soon be replaced by his huge cock that would make you orgasm in the best way possible. 

Getting the vibrator, he slowly enters the vibrator in you, pushing it in out and slowly. After a few moments of that, he turns up the setting to medium, making you jolt from the pleasure. 

“Shit!” you moan while fisting the sheets into your hand not used to the feeling of the vibration inside your body. 

He soon starts thrusting the vibrator faster and faster inside of you hitting your g-spot perfectly as he does so. 

Your stomach begins to tighten letting you know that you were about to cum. 

“You like that Y/N?” He whispers in my ear while his empty hand reaches up to your boob and gives it a tight squeeze. 

He soon decided to turn it up to the highest speed, causing you to scream out looking down at his hands and seeing the vibrator soaked in your juices. 

“I’m gonna cum baby.” you warn while wrapping your legs around his back. 

“Nothings stopping you Y/N,” he moans out as he peppers kissing on the top of your boob that has yet to be taken out of the tight bra. 

Curses and pants leave your mouth as you orgasm washes over your body. Ethan stills his movements but leaves the vibrator in you until he sees that you have gone down from your high. 

“Not done with you yet.” He smirks while pulling off his sweatpants revealing the outline of his hard dick.  Sitting up, you get on your knees and grab the hem of his underwear, You pull his underwear down, his erection slapped on his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water. 

Putting it to your mouth, he taps the tip on your lips wanting to have your lips around him immediately. 

“Suck.” He demands. Obeying, you take him in your mouth sucking at the tip until you get halfway down not being able to take the rest in. 

Wrapping your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you begin to pump him. 

Spit falls from your mouth and onto your chest as you bob your head on his cock back and forth. 

“Just like that Y/N.” he groans while tangling his hands in your hair tugging when his body would be filled with extreme pleasure. 

 Looking up at him innocently, you take him all the way in your mouth until he hits the back of my throat. You knew he loved seeing you do that. 

“Fuck.” He says under his breath. “Can i mouth fuck you?” He asks with a pant.  Even during things like this, he was so polite always asking you before doing something to make sure you were okay with it. 

 Humming yes on his dick, he jerks a little, the vibrations doing something to him. Grabbing your hair, he thrusts his dick inside your mouth at a fast pace, his dick hitting the back of my throat every time. 

He twitches inside your mouth before pulling out. “Why’d you stop?” you ask with a hoarse voice.

 “Don’t wanna cum just yet.” He says flipping you over onto my stomach. Grabbing the handcuffs, he cuffs one on your wrist and the other to the top of the bedpost. Gasping as you feel his tip lightly brush your throbbing clit you tilt your head back to look at him. 

You soon feel him fully thrust into you, not giving you enough time to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck.” you moan lowly while pressing your face into the pillow loving him being inside of you. 

He starts to thrusts at a regular pace, like he usually does before things really get heated. After a few moments of his normal paced thrusts, he grips my hips and starts to thrust faster. 

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He says loud enough for both of us to hear. “Fuck baby maybe stretch me out with those big fingers of yours next time.” You moan out as he starts to hit your g-spot. 

Moans erupt from your throat and occasional screams when he plays with your breast. 

 Groans and swear words leave Ethan’s lips, before one hand leaves your hips and goes into your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it a little.

 “You like it when I pull your hair? Hm, you like it when I fuck you hard and rough?” He asks in your ear. 

Ethan was fucking me so good, I couldn’t even give a response until he tugged my hair harder. “Answer me.” He says in a demanding tone. 

“Y-yes! Yes, Ethan keep fucking me like that.” you moan out as you feel his thrust getting painfully slow. 

Ethan stops his actions, before thrusting deep inside of you, so deep that he was hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle.

 “Holy-oh my gosh please don’t stop, E.” You whimper.

 Only sounds that could be heard were our moans and our skin slapping together and gosh you hoped Grayson wouldn’t be home anytime soon. 

 You never wanted this to end, but you knew that it would soon end because you felt that familiar tight bundle at the bottom of your stomach. 

“Wait, stop.“ you say and you soon feel him stop all his movements and pulling out of you. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” He asks concerned at the thought that he was doing something you didn’t want. 

 Grabbing the key off the nightstand, you unlock the cuffs before turning around to face your sweaty and worried boyfriend.   

Laying on your back, he repositions himself to your opening. “You okay now?” He asks. 

“Yeah, but one more thing.” you say going for the kill. “What is it?” He ask while furrowing his eyebrows.

 “I want you to choke me while you fuck me.” you say while biting your lip nervously. Smirking, he thrusts back inside while his hands snake around your neck. 

Smiling into it, your mouth forms into an ‘O’, as he continues his deep, hard thrusts. 

“Fuck.Yes.” I moan with each thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says before moving down to my neck, kissing it tenderly. 

Intertwining our fingers, he whimper and groans into your neck as you both cum together. 

“Holy- fuck Ethan!” you moan out as you cum out for the second time that night. 

 Pants and moans leave your mouth as your second orgasm comes down. Rolling over, his chest heaves up and down before he starts to cuddle you from behind.

 “Best sex ever.” He mumbles into your hair as he presses a tender kiss on top of it. 

 “You still think our sex’s vanilla?” you ask feeling slightly insecure about your sex life. 

You feel him tense up behind you and he quickly sits up looking down at you with a guilty expression. 

 “You heard?” He asks you as he runs his hand through his hair. 

 “Yeah.” you say in a sad tone while sitting up and staring at your hands. 

 “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He says quickly apologizing feeling extremely guilty for talking about it with the boys. 

“It’s okay…..but why didn’t you tell me about it? Why go to the boys first?” You ask turning around to face him wanting to know why he did that.

 “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Next time I’ll say something, I promise. I know it was really shitty of me to go to the boys first and not tell you about it.” He says kissing your forehead. 

 “I mean I’ve always had a inner freak in me. If you would have asked I would have shown you sooner.” you tease while giggling at your boyfriends expression. 

“I know.” He smirks while capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

 “I love you.” you say once you pull away from his kiss.  “ I love you too.” He says planting a quick kiss to your lips before pulling up into him and lying down on the bed. You rested on top of him your lips both on either side of his lips and your head resting perfectly on his naked chest. 

“I just realized we never took this off the entire night,” Ethan mumbles while pulling at the strap of your bra. 

“Oh yeah,” you mumble while sitting up and reaching behind you. Quickly snapping the bra off you slide it down your shoulders and threw the bra behind you. Before you could lay back down to cuddle Ethan you felt his hands cup both your boobs lightly grazing your nipple. 

“Round two?” He smirks up at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Thought you would never ask,” you smirk back before pushing him back down and bringing him into a passionate kiss. 

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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.

anonymous asked:

Prompt if you have time! Check please, sorry I just love them all! Could you do zimbits and a little jealousy? But then reassurance would be great! I'm sorry I just love happy endings...

I was struggling with this and then BAM ideas. 

Now, I don’t know if this would actually happen, but I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much anon! I hope I delivered. If not please tell me 

Jack is so happy to be with Bitty, beyond happy even. And he was lucky to have a team that accepts him and likes his boyfriend. But he didn’t expect his best friend from the team to connect that much with his boyfriend. Tater just loves Bitty, and Jack doesn’t know how to feel.

The family skate was just the first step, and Jack was more concerned than jealous. But after that, it seemed like Tater was everywhere Bitty was. And then Jack was jealous.

Not in a ‘I think my boyfriend is cheating on me’ way, but in a ‘I want the attention from my boyfriend’ way. Jack doesn’t think it’s that unreasonable.

It was annoying at first, but Tater is so nice and he is one of his best friends. He just tenses whenever he hears them laughing about something he probably wouldn’t get or chirping each other about various things. He kept up a good spirit, barely having to fake a smile.

Then Tater started crashing their dates. Jack would have a nice dinner planned and, oh Tater is coming along too. Jack and Bitty were supposed to have a quiet day at a history museum, but nope, Tater wants to come with his loud commentary, stepping in between the two.

And what bothers Jack the most is that Bitty doesn’t seem to notice.

At first, he thinks it’s because Bitty is just a good person. Then Jack realized Bitty never seemed to mind like he did. Bitty was always smiling and smiling, and even started inviting Tater along places. Did it even matter to him? Why was Bitty even coming to Providence every weekend?

Now Jack knows they hang out without him. He gets calls from them explaining where they are, what they’re doing, while he just hangs around waiting for them to get back.

Jack doesn’t mean to crack either.

Jack was having a particularly rough day, the media blowing up about the Falconers and how ‘disappointing’ their stats were. He had been looking forward to seeing Bitty, cuddling up with him on the couch, maybe even cheating his diet plan.

So when Jack walked into HIS apartment, looking for HIS boyfriend, and found Bitty and Tater baking in the kitchen, Tater wearing the special apron Bitty got HIM, he couldn’t hold it in.

“Oh! Hi honey, we’ll be done soon, if Tater can ever figure out what creaming a mixture is,” Bitty says smiling brightly at him, but Jack scowls.

“Sure, bud. You two have so much fun. It’s not like I never get to see my boyfriend anymore or anything. You two take all the time you need. I’ll just leave you to it,” Jack responds harshly. He really didn’t mean to say it, but he is just so frustrated.

Jack doesn’t stay to watch their faces fall, but he knows it happens. He goes to his room and hops in the shower.

He could have gone about that so many ways. He should’ve told Bitty weeks ago, but it’s like Jack can’t even remembered last time the kissed. He misses sending the whole day with Bitty, helping him study, and sneaking out to skate with him. It’s only been a month, but it’s all Jack can think about, how angry he is that he’s not getting attention.

He stares at the title in the shower. He kinda sounds like a toddler.

He finishes up in the shower and changes straight into his pjs. He wants to try and sleep, hope that all the feelings will go away. When that fails, he reads.

Normally when he reads, Bitty is cuddled up next to him or sleeping on the other side of the bed. Jack only feels cold right now.


There’s a knock at the door, and before he answers, Bitty peaks his head through.

“Sweetheart?” Bitty comes into the room, “Can we talk?” Jack nods and Bitty crawls on the other side of the bed and shits onto one hip, looking at Jack. They sit there for a while. “Jack, I’m sorry.”

“No Bits, I shouldn’t hav-“

“No, no, listen to me please,” Bitty cuts him off, grabbing towards Jack’s hands. “I should’ve known how you were feeling, I knew something was up. I thought you were stressed out, and most times you need a little space, but” Bitty takes a shaky breath, “I never wanted you to feel upset or uncomfortable. I’m so so sorry hon.” Jack grabs Bitty’s hands.

“Actually Bits, I think I was really jealous.” Jack admits, face flushed. “I didn’t expect my boyfriend to be hanging out with one of my teammates so much.” Bitty looks at him, eyes wide and then smiles gently.

“I didn’t either. You know, Tater needs a lot of relationship advice,” Bitty tells him. Jack snorts, but then realizes he’s serious. “He told me that he does love hanging out with us, and with me, but he needed ‘tip and trick’ about a good relationship.” Jack grins now, trying not to laugh. “I’m serious! We’ve been working all month and we were ending with baking.”

Jack pulls Bitty into his side and kisses the top of his head.

“So Tater was using us as a good relationship example? How sweet.” Jack says into his hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Jack.”

“I’m sorry I got so jealous, Bits. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, realizing how much they need each other. The Bitty’s phone goes off.

“Bits, I swear if that’s Tater-“


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Home Is Where the Heart Is

They’re in a gas station, the bigger kind, the one that has space to sell inexplicably tacky things to unsuspecting tourists. The first thing Dean does upon stepping foot inside is duck down the first aisle he sees. He’s been in a car way too long with Jack. Any privacy, however limited, he can find will be a luxury.

Sam, to his credit, doesn’t make a fuss about being handed babysitting duty. Then again, the guy seems to like the spawn of Satan. Dean feigns interest in the shelf of packaged snacks, but quickly falls into a painfully familiar habit: chips for him, protein bar for Sam, and for Cas–

–he drops the snacks and hurries out of the aisle, making a beeline for the alcohol. Dean opens the refrigerated door, breathing carefully to avoid the lump forming in his throat as he grabs one, then two 6-packs. He knows what Sam’ll say, but Dean finds he doesn’t care. He stumbles towards the check-out, when a conversation between Jack and Sam stops him dead in his tracks.

Jack’s holding a goofy plastic sign with the inscription: Home Is Where the Heart Is. He squints at it with this painfully familiar expression that makes Dean’s heart ache. “I do not understand,” Jack says, holding the sign out to Sam with one hand as he pats his chest with the other, “My heart is in my body. Is this home?”

Sam chuckles. “It’s not literally. It means home is wherever the people you love are.”

Jack seems to consider this statement, turning the plastic sign over in his hands with interest before looking back to Sam. “So…your home…would be the black car?”

Impala, Dean thinks irritably to himself. Sam just smiles. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And Dean. Is his home–”

Yes, Dean supplies silently, Of course it’s the damn car.

“–at the lake?” Jack finishes. Sam looks mildly confused. Dean scowls. What the hell does this kid think he loves? Fishing? Kayaking? He takes a step forwards, ready to set Jack straight, when Sam interjects.

“The lake?” At least his brother sounds just as confused as Dean is, thank Chuck.

Jack nods. “Yes. The lake. Where we burned my father, Castiel.”

Dean freezes. His heart aches, it’s strangely hard to breathe and it’s taking all he’s got to keep his grip on the 6-pack. It’s then that Sam notices him, eyes widening almost comically as he flounders for something to say. Jack turns to stare at Dean expectantly.

“I don’t have a home,” Dean growls, whirling around abruptly to pay for the beer before either of them could see him breaking at the seams. He clenches his jaw, schooling his breath, whispering to himself as he makes his way to the check-out.

“Not anymore.”

k2902  asked:

Hey I just discovered your blog and I already love it!! And i was wondering if you could write one where Jack gets hurt or something and the reader has to take care of him but he doesn't want to accept her help but then he admits that he's scared and mostly fluffffff

this strayed a little from the original request, but i think it’s really sweet. —nails.

“You seen Doofus around?”

“I’m gonna assume youse talkin’ about Jack and not Race over here.” Crutchie chuckled. Race groaned and puffed some smoke at Crutchie. You shook your head and ran down the stairs. Stepping onto the silver pavement, you looked right, and then left. No Jack. He’d been gone for hours. Everyone else was back from selling…

Then you heard leather soles pounding against the pavement. Not rushed, not chasing after someone, just very slowly strolling up the lodging house. The boy in question. “Jack?” You asked. His face and arms were littered with cuts. He sighed deeply, pleasant smile fading. “Where the hell were you? I was worried.” You crossed your arms and leaned up against the door frame. “And what’s all this, you look like you’ve been run through'a papermill.”

Jack shook his head. “You’d laugh if I told ya.”

Your arms remained crossed, pushing for an answer.

“I fell?” He tried. That couldn’t be it. You pushed again for more.

“I fell… Out of a tree.”

You walked over to him, looking over him, stifling a giggle. “You what? That’s so…” you were cut off by one of his famous glares. You noticed Jack wasn’t putting weight on his right foot. “Kelly, your ankle ain’t lookin’ so hot. Lemme fix you up.” You took hold of his slim hand and tried to pull him toward the oak doors. Jack resisted.

“I’m fine, you don’t need ta keep fixin’ me up like this. I’m just an idiot. It’ll be better by tomorra.” Jack insisted. You remained unconvinced. It looked a little too swollen to improve so quickly on its own.

Your eyes pleaded with the brunette. “Jack Kelly, let me help you up those stairs… Or so help you God.” That was all it took. Jack squeezed your hand, and followed you inside. The cool air washed over both of you. His free hand pushed down hard on banister, the one formerly holding your hand, was wrapped around your shoulder for support.

You sat him down in the washroom, and searched for some gauze, after you gave him a wet rag to start cleaning up those cuts. “So… A tree?”





“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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Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean 

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Ever since I met Jack Sparrow I’ve had a fascination with him, this fascination soon turned into the fact that I truly cared for him. and I was surprised when he told me that he cared for me as well, that I am something special and that he never felt this way about anyone before. Jack and I first met when I helped him and Will to save Elisabeth. I´m Y/N Turner, Will´s younger sister. I didn’t tell Will yet that Jack and I are dating because he is always protective of me and I need to figure out the right way to tell him, so as of now Jack and I are seeing each other in secret.

Right now I’m standing at the deck of the Black Pearl, just thinking. I look at Jack to see him talking with Mr. Gibbs. Jack catches my eye and gives me a small wink ,and I quickly turn away blushing.

“Hey.” Will says and comes to stand next to me.

“Hey.” I smile.

“Are you ok?” He asks.

“Yeah, why?” I ask him.

“I don’t know, you seem a little off.” He says.

“No I´m fine, I’m just thinking.” I say and he nods.

“Alright, but if you need anything you know that I’m always there for you.” He says.

“I know, thank you.” I smile softly and he kisses my forehead and leaves.

“Hey beautiful.” Jack whispers in my ear and I jump in surprise.

“Hey.” I say and turn around to look at him.

“You look absolutely wonderful.” He says and takes another step closer to me.

“Thanks.” I blush and he smirks. He puts his hands on my hip but I shake him off, “Will is here.” I whisper-yell at him and he sighs. 

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

“I don’t know. What if he say that we can’t be together, what if he does something to you? He could hurt you!” I say and he grins.

“Oh yo´re cute when yo´re nervous.” He says and I roll my eyes.

“Shut it.” I say and he chuckles.

“Anyways, he won’t do anything, first of all I can beat him, second he can’t forbid you anything, yo´re a little rebel.” He says.

“Yeah, yeah.” I say.

“So go, tell him.” He pushes me a little towards Will but I quickly turn back around.

“No,no,no,no.” I shake my head and he sighs.

“Stubborn girl.” He says and I stick my tongue out.

“But you love it.” I say in a flirting manner and I can see him tensing up a bit.

“Oh love what you do to me.” He comes closer and whispers in my ear and I can hear lust in his voice.

“Get back, Will is looking.” I push him away and look at Will, I smile playing innocent and he smiles back.

“LAND!” We hear Mr. Gibbs yell.

“I have one idea.” Jack says and I look at him confused.

“Well spit it out.” I say.

“Now everyone will get of off the ship and you and I can stay.” He says simply and I think about it for a moment and then nod.

“Alright.” I say and he grins.

“That’s my girl.” He says and I smile.

“Y/N are you going?” Will asks me and I shake my head.

“No, I´ll stay to clean the deck a little.” I say.

“Um, alright.” He says and leaves. When everyone gets of the ship Jack wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses my neck.

“Finally.” He says and leads me to his cabin. I turn around in his arms and he kisses me on the lips. We enter his cabin and he closes the door with his leg not breaking the kiss. He pushes me on his bed. He climbs on top of me and put his hands on my waist and I run my fingers through his hair.

“Jack are you…Y/N?!” I hear Will gasp in surprise and Jack and I quickly pull away. I sit up and fix my clothes and I look at Will to see him red with anger.

“Sparrow what the hell do you think you’re doing with my sister?!” Will yells and grabs Jack by the collar.

“Will stop!” I shout standing up.

“I’m not going to stop! And what were you doing, Y/N he’s bad for you.” Will says and I grab his arm to make him to let go off Jack.

“Just let him go and I’ll explain.” I say and he stops for a moment he looks at me then at Jack and then he releases him.

“Well then…” He says impatient and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Jack and I are dating.” I say and Will’s eyes widen.

“For how long?” He asks annoyed.

“A month.” I say.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” He yells again and I give him my puppy dog look and he calms down immediately.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you and I thought that you would be mad.” I say and take one step closer to him. This whole conversation Jack has been standing to the side, just listening.

“Listen William, you may think that I am bad for Y/N but I truly love her. She is something special and she changed me.” Jack says and I look at him surprised. Did he just say that he loves me?

“Ugh, fine, but please don’t do anything in front of me.” Will says and sighs.

“You love me?” I ask Jack and he looks at me.

“What?” He asks confused.

“A moment ago you said that you love me.” I say.

“Oh. Well..I-I do.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck and I grin.

“I love you too.” I say and he looks at me surprised.

“You do?” He asks not believing.

“Yeah.” I chuckle slightly and Will clears his throat and we look at him.

“You can stay together. I just want you to be happy Y/N.” Will says and smiles and I pull him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I say and he chuckles.

“You’re welcome. But Jack if you hurt her you’ll have business to deal with me.” Will says and I grin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Jack says and I stand beside him. Will nods and leaves.

“Was that so bad?” Jack asks and I look at him.

“He almost killed you.” I say and he grins.

“Whatever.” He says and kisses me, determined to continue where we left. 

~Alex and Kayla

The ‘L’ Word

Description -  You accidentally tell Jack you love him and he grows distant afterward.

You sat in the front passenger seat of Jonah’s car, which was being driven by Jack that night. He was driving you home in the aftermath of the date night you both had endured half an hour before.

His right hand held yours as you both dramatically sang to random songs that played on the radio.

He’d reach over and cover your mouth with his free hand so he could sing louder, and even licking his palm wouldn’t make him move away.

Laughs and giggles filled the car and by the time you guys pulled up to your home, you didn’t want to leave his side.

“I don’t wanna go inside,” you complain, sinking in your seat and turning to your boyfriend with a small pout on your lips.

“You do this every time,” he rolls his eyes with a small grin.

“I know,” you huff, unbuckling your seat belt and reaching back to the back seats to grab your messenger bag. When you moved to sit back down, Jack surprised you with a kiss on your lips, taking your jaw into the palm of his hand as he reeled you in closer.

You didn’t object to the action, returning the kiss instantly, dropping your bag onto your lap before bringing your hands up to embrace him. A smile broke out on both of your lips when you pulled away from each other, hands still touching the other’s faces.

“I love you.”

And you went to sleep that night thinking one thing.

He didn’t say it back.

It’s been four days. No texts, no calls… nothing. You hadn’t cried yet, but you knew eventually they’d make an appearance. You felt rejected in the worse way possible and it hurt like hell.

You and Jack had been dating for about a year now. You had lived in L.A long before he had, and when you both met, thanks to Logan, your cousin who lived three buildings away from you, an immediate connection took place. Ever since then, you and Jack have been connected by the hip.

So when you told Jack that you loved him, you were as serious as ever. You loved him with all of your heart and you wanted him to know that.

But now all you can feel is regret. You knew that if you hadn’t uttered those three words nothing would’ve changed between you and him. You wouldn’t have spent the night before staring at your ceiling with furrowed eyebrows and a frown inked onto your face.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” You dad asked you as he made his way out of the storage unit in the back of the store. You picked your head up from your view of the notebook placed beside the cash register, your hand pausing, putting a halt in your sketch.

“What? Why would you think something’s wrong?” You asked, raising a single eyebrow.

“You have that lost puppy look on your face,” your dad places the box of recycled tech on the table. “Is it because of Jack? I haven’t seen him around in a while-”

“It’s not because of Jack, Dad. I’m fine,” you shrugged, turning back to your sketchbook and doodling away on the paper.

“Okay then,” he shrugged. “I’m gonna go put these in the trunk. Could you sort the others in the back for me?”

“Who’s gonna work up front?” You ask.

“I’ll be back if I see a customer,” you dad said before picking the box up again and exiting through the front door, the bells jingling at the top.

You sigh before closing your notebook and heading to the back of the store you, your dad and grandpa owned. It was a crossover of a pawn and thrift shop for technology. It wasn’t the most successful but it was enough to pay your bills.

A sigh left your lips as you pulled a cardboard box off of the top shelf, grunting at the heaviness of the package.

You set that and three other boxes on the floor. You whipped your head up to the doorway of the room when you hear a soft knock on the wood.

Your eyes come in contact with Jack, who stood there with his hands in his jacket pockets.

A few seconds of silence passed over the two of you before you scoff aloud and turn back to the boxes, kneeling before them and cutting them up with knives.

“Hey,” you heard him, but you didn’t say anything back. You couldn’t find anything to say. If anything, you knew the second you say something you’d blow up.

The room went silent again, besides the sound of clinking and clicking as you went through the first box that was filled with broken phones and tablets. You began to take each and every one of them out, pressing the buttons trying to see if any of them would turn on.

“I stopped by your house, but you weren’t there,” he said. You stayed quiet. “I’ve missed you.”

You roll your eyes.

“You gonna say something?”

“God forbid I do. Maybe you’ll go ignoring me for another week,” you mutter.


“What do you want, Jack?” You finally look up at him. “I told you I loved you. You obviously don’t feel the same. Stop dancing around the subject.”

“I don’t-” he couldn’t even find the words to say. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I really don’t care,” you utter, not thinking twice about all the interrupting you’ve been doing.

“Y/N just listen to me,” Jack pleaded, taking a few more steps in. “I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise.”

“Is that your excuse for avoiding me?” You raise a single eyebrow.

“No. No, it’s not. I don’t know what came over me when you said… when you said you loved me,” Jack mumbled.

“I do,” you dusted your hands before rising straight up onto your feet. You turned to the shelves behind you, taking another box and placing it beside the other one on the floor. “The feelings aren’t reciprocated. And I get that. What I don’t get is why you had to decline all my calls, ignore my texts and completely dodge me when all you had to say was that you don’t feel the same way. Yeah, it may hurt but the fact is it hurt even more that you went and nearly ended our relationship without even telling me,” you ramble, your eyes growing glossy as you feel the burn of oncoming tears at the back of your head.

“It’s not that I don’t feel the same way. Lord knows how much you mean to me. I just… I don’t know, I guess I panicked.”

“Over me loving you?” The word ‘love’ felt foreign in your mouth. You’ve said it a million times to your family and best friends, but meaning it at a different level like this one wasn’t normal.

“I’ve been in relationships before, okay? And they hadn’t worked out so well-”

“So you think ours won’t? Because I’m starting to see that in our near future, too.” You didn’t mean it, and you knew that. You weren’t too sure if he did, though.

“I’m not saying that,” he takes another step forward. “I’m saying that I was just taking precautions.”

“We’ve been together for a year,” you confront, agitation clear in your tone.

“I know that. Trust me, and I don’t regret it. You know about my girlfriends before you. I’ve been cheated on, dumped out of nowhere-”

“Yeah, well now you can tell everyone that you broke my heart before I could’ve had the chance to break yours,” you quickly say, not looking up at him.

“Y/N,” he sounded desperate.

“Can you please leave?”

“I’m not going until you understand what I’m trying to get at,” he objects.

“Jack-” you cut yourself off when you see his shadow come closer - close enough for him to reach out and pull you into a hug if he wanted to.

“I’m gonna say this again, and I’ll say it as many times as I have to until you get what I want you to hear. I panicked, and even I can’t deny that. You are one of the most important things in my life and you mean the world to me. I was stupid and made a huge mistake by avoiding you, and I still don’t know why that was my backlash to you telling me you love me. So, once again, I panicked - over you loving me and me loving you. And how I would tell you that I love you, too.”

You froze, your eyes staying put on the cracked iPad in your hands. You didn’t want to ask him to repeat what he said because in your head it was too good to be true.

“I love you, too, Y/N, and I regret not telling you that in the car outside of your house that night.”

You still didn’t speak, paralyzed with relief and unsureness.

“Please, just look at me,” he pleaded, slowly kneeling in front of you. Your heart began to pound faster when his hands brushed against yours as he took the iPad out of your hands, only for him to take yours right into his. It was like the first time you guys went on a date and he grabbed your hand - as cliche as it is, butterflies taking over the inside of you. “I’m sorry, and you need to know that.”

Your eyes briefly glance up to meet his before they go back to staring at the floor in front of you. Letting out a small sigh, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug, to which he instantly hugs you back, taking you into his arms and embracing you.

“I know you are,” you mutter, feeling his arms temporarily tighten around you.

“I’m an idiot,” he says.

“Yeah, you are,” you mumble.  

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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.

Step By Step - Josh Pieters

Request: can you do a josh imagine where the boys get fed up of you two being awkward around each other bc of your feelings so they trick either of you to confess or something along those lines bc there’s not enough josh out there

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it :)


Being in love with one of your best friends is quite awkward. You never want to make it too obvious but you want to drop enough hints to make them think “hey, maybe this isn’t just a friendship.” You’ve never been one to be very open about your feelings…about anything, really. You tend to just go with what the majority of the group wants and as long as everyone else is happy, then you are too. But this was something that was solely based on you. You first had to be honest with yourself that you had fallen, like so many other girls, for your best friend. You then had to decide whether or not you were going to risk the friendship and tell him. That’s the step you were stuck on.

“I think it looks great.” Jack said, pretty much checking Josh out as he came out of the dressing room. Byron and Joe were having a party and Josh had forced you and Jack to go shopping with him to find the perfect outfit. “What do you think, (y/n)? Would you flirt with him in that?”

“I’d flirt with him in anything.” You said…well you wish you had said that. There were so many opportunities for you to be honest and finally get to the next step of the solution to your never-ending problem. But you just couldn’t. 

“She hates it.” Josh sighed, heading back into the dressing room to try on another shirt.

“I gave you perfect leeway to flirt. What’s the matter with you?” Jack asked, getting fed up with the situation. Sure, making your feelings know to Josh was pretty difficult but apparently, it was pretty damn obvious to the rest of the boys. You rolled your eyes at Jack’s “attempt” to help as you leaned against the wall, internally kicking yourself.

“So any girls?” Mikey asked Josh as they stood in Joe’s living room during the night of the party. “That one’s pretty nice.” 

“Mhmm.” Josh mumbled against the rim of his drink but he never once looked over to see who Mikey was talking about because his eyes were focused on one girl in particular. You.

“Mate, you need to grow a pair.” Mikey said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, you mean like you? Cause you have such a big pair, standing over here, eyeing that girl down.” Josh replied, sarcastically as he pointed to the girl Mikey had been checking out all night.

“Go, now’s your chance.” Mikey encouraged as he watched you walk towards the kitchen to grab another beer.

“You look nice.” You complimented Josh, noticing him walking towards you. “I see you went with shirt number one.” 

“Uh, yeah.” He said, looking down at himself. “When you didn’t say anything, I knew number two wasn’t an option.” He laughed, remember how hideous the shirt actually was. “So any guys catching your eye?” He asked, leaning down to rest his arms on the kitchen counter and beginning to play with his beer bottle.

“Well, the one I want…doesn’t really know that I want him so…” You said, dropping a hint. 

“Well he’s probably an idiot then.”

“I don’t know, I don’t really think you’re that big of an idiot.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you knew you were in shit. Dammit, that was a pretty big hint, you thought to yourself. “Oh…Okay,” You began, noticing Josh standing up straight and looking at you awkwardly. “Now, I know you’re going to want an explanation and I get that,” You explained. Josh was now moving towards you and you couldn’t help but back up until your back hit the wall. “But just hear me out because I-”

You didn’t think it would happen like this but that’s what made it even more special. As soon as Josh’s lips left yours, you were left wondering what the hell had just happened. Was it the alcohol or did he really feel the same?

“I really am an idiot.” He said, his hand brushing the hair out of your face.

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

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

Kept going ‘til I saw your heart bleeding // Conor Maynard Imagine

Summary: You want to help Conor, but he gets angry and says the wrong things.

A/n: Based on the lines “I kept going ‘till I saw your heart bleeding. Ruining the only thing I ever believed” from Conors song “This is my version”. It’s not very original, I know. Tbh, it turned out completely different than what I was aiming for. Apparently, I’m no good at writing arguments. But I hope you like it! Xoxo


Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“He’s going bad again”, Jacks text read. Conor was your boyfriend for 7 months already. What not many people knew, was that he was struggling with a depression.

Conor put so much pressure on himself, that he eventually broke. He could only see the bad things. But then you came along and his life got purpose again. he smiled more, he ate more, his songwriting got better, …

But he still had some fallbacks. And today was one of those days.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping as you walked in your apartment. You saw both the Maynards lying on the sofa playing Fifa. “Hey boys”, you called.

Jack turned around and waved as opposed to Conor who just grunted. “Jack, you staying over for dinner?”. “Nah, I think I’m going out with Josh”, he replied. “Speaking of Josh, I’m supposed to go get him from the train station. So I got to go. See ya!”, he said whilst taking his stuff and walking out.

You took a seat next to your boyfriend. He didn’t move or speak so you asked:” How was it in the studio babe?”. “Amazing. I don’t think I’ve written 10 words today”, he sighed. “Ah babe, that’s alright. everyone has a bad day sometimes. Just remember that something is always better than nothing”.

“Are you kidding me?!”, Conor yelled. “You honestly have no right of speaking. You don’t know what I’m going through. You don’t understand it so could you just shut up”. You were shocked. He never yelled at you. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to help, to make you feel better”.

“Y/N! Shut up! I don’t want to hear you. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to see you and I sure as hell don’t want your help!”, he yelled whilst standing up. “Conor you’re just having a bad day. You don’t need to work it out on me”.

“Are you really that stupid?! I just told you I don’t want you. Just leave already!”.

“Fine. If you want to act like this, fine. I’ve done nothing but help you. But I’m done with being treated like this. You’re depressed and I don’t know what you’re feeling or what’s going on in your mind, but I’ve tried. I’ve tried to help you. I’ve done everything I can, but if you don’t want help, that’s on you. I’m done. If you ever get your shit back together again, you can call me. Otherwise I’ll just live my life without you”. By the end tears were streaming down your face.

You watched Conors face closely, but all you could see was confusion. “Y/N, what do you want from me?”, your boyfriend asked. “I… Uhm I don’t know Conor. I just know that it would be nice to get some respect sometimes. I’ve given up everything for you, you know”.

“Well I never asked you to do that. I never asked any of this. All I wanted was a good night. You were the one who wanted more. If it was up to me we wouldn’t be together right now. If it was up to me I’d still be with Victoria”.

And that’s where your heart broke. You felt your whole body go numb. The only thing you could do was run out.

Everything was a lie. Your whole relationship was fake. You didn’t know where to go, so you just kept walking. Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jacks door. He wasn’t home of course, but you had nowhere else to go so you just sat down and waited.

I must’ve fallen asleep because next thing I knew, Jack was carrying me inside. “Y/N, what’s going on?”, the younger Maynard asked. And you explained everything that had happened.

During your explanation, you started crying again and Jack wept your tears. “Oh babe. He doesn’t mean it. He’s just broken, you know. He wants to do everything for everyone, he wants to make everyone happen, but that’s impossible. Right now, what he needs is for you to be by his side and support him”.

“I’m sorry Jack, but I can’t just do that. Not after what he said. He might be broken, but that doesn’t give him the right to break me too”, you cried.

“Alright Y/N, let’s make a deal. I know you’re stubborn and so is he, so if I make you talk tomorrow, you’ll just hurt each other more. So you can sleep here for the next week if you go talk to him on Friday, okay?”. You sighed. Talking to Conor was pretty much the last thing that was on your mind. “Okay, okay deal”.

Later that night you got a text. “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just having a hard time at the studio and then I saw her and I got reminded of all the pain and I just lost it. I love you Y/N. Please talk to me. I can’t lose you. You are my everything”.

The following days were a nightmare. You didn’t have the energy to do anything. All you did was sleep, think and watch Conors youtube videos. Jack felt horrible too. He had to see two of the most important people in his life break down. Because that was what was happening.

Until Friday came along.

You had just woken up and went downstairs to get breakfast. And that’s when you saw him. Conor.

You stopped dead in your tracks. He stood up as soon as he saw you. “Now that you’re both here, TALK. I can’t stand you two arguing so just I don’t know make up and make out or something”, Jack exclaimed.

“Y/N”, Conor stepped forward,” I don’t really know what to say. Nothing can really make up for what I did”. “Well at least you know that”, you kind of laughed. He looked up confused. “Why are you laughing? You’re supposed to be hating me”.

“Oh believe me, I did. But I also realized that I love you. I love you too much to let a stupid argument ruin that”. “But I was an absolute bumhole. How can you forgive me so fast?”. “You complaining?”. Conor laughed. “No, not at all. I just don’t really get it.”.

“Listen, Conor, I overreacted. I should have left you alone when you asked me to. You didn’t have to be the bumhole that you were, but I understand. You went through a very rough time after her and I respect that. But you need to learn to talk to me. You can’t just keep shutting me out. That’s not how a relationship works”.

“I know, love. I know. And I’m trying but sometimes it’s just easier to not care about anything and to go back to the dark side. But I promise you that I will try harder. I will do anything for you. Because you do mean the world to me”.

When he said those words, you closed the space between you. Your lips found each other and things were getting more and more heated. That was until Jack decided to walk back in.

“Wow, wow, wow you guys. I know I said make up and make out but I didn’t mean like literally making out on my sofa. That’s just gross. But I am happy that you’re back together”.

And so were you, because you couldn’t even imagine life without the love of your life.

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.”

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.

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

Previous chapters :


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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.

Javid Titanic AU - Part 8

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“Tell us about the accommodations in Steerage, Mr Kelly. I hear they’re quite good on this ship.”

It was the first question that had been posed to Jack since they’d sat down and of course it had to be that one. He looked up at Davey, grateful that, even if he couldn’t sit next to him, he could watch him from across the table. It was a sight he’d never get bored of: Davey all done up in a suit with his hair combed. Although Jack could only image that he’d look even better with the jacket off and some buttons undone, hair tousled by roaming hands. He swallowed and looked away from the sympathy in Davey’s eyes and instead turned to face Esther, the source of the question.

“The best I’ve seen, ma’am. Hardly any rats,” he said, trying to be graceful.

It seemed to work. There were kind-hearted titters of laughter from the other people at the table – rich men and their wives who Davey had diligently introduced him – and they seemed to be laughing with him and not at him. Seeing her attempt at an insult had gone awry, Esther tried to cover her tracks.

“Mr Kelly is joining us from the third class. He was of some assistance to my son,” she explained briskly, not enjoying admitting to it.

Davey jumped in to define Jack as something beyond the cost of his ticket (whether he’d paid it or not).

“It turns out he’s quite the fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work,” he said, offering Jack a small, secretive smile. He was awfully fond of that one particular sketch.

Shooting Davey a reproachful glare, Esther cleared her throat. “Yes, well. David and I differ on what constitutes fine art.”

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