I Hate You : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)

i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)

“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge. 

 "Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him. 

“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa. 

“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.

"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.

 “You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed. 

 "Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time." 

 “Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you. 

“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed. 

“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water. 

“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up." 

 "Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows. 

 "Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed. 

You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook. 

“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”

 "Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe. 

"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?" 

“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair. 

“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh. 

 "Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied. 

 "Why me?“ You groaned. 

“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.  

“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh. 

 "I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.

 Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top. 

 "You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.

 "Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV. 

“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly. 

“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you. He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side. 

“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop. 

 Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well. 

 You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke. 

 "What are you doing?” He snapped. 

“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack. The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away. 

 "What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. 

 "Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.

 "You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch. 

“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils. 

“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom. Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.

 Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye. 

“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin. 

 "I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.

 You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself. Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side. 

 "Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face. 

 "W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer. His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again. As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something. 

 "I really fucking hate you.“ 

 "I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours. You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours. You couldn’t help yourself. 

As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck. He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan. 

 "Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks. 

“Up.” He told you. Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist. His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head. You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket. 

 "H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath. You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.

 "Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.” Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone. 

“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction. You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.


“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink. 

 "Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him. You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other. 

 "You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.  

“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch. As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is. 

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates. 

“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t. 

 "Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look. 

“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates. Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on. 

“Y/N?” Conor nudged you. 

“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out. 

“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up. You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking. 

“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him. He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished. 

“Thanks.” You spoke. He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin. It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice. You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys. The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head. You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away. 

 All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys. Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you. You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves. You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go. 

“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand. 

"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice. 

 "You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied. All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them. 

 "I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job. 

 "Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off. You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over. Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them. You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands. 

 "Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you. 

 "Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand. 

What guy?“ You asked. 

“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied. 

 "Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.

The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh. You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right. Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall. You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.

"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned. 

“Funny.” He shrugged. 

 "I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off. 

"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you. 

“What are you talking about?“ You snapped. 

 "That guy.” Jack replied. 

“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“ 

 "Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise. 

 "What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go. You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet. "For fuck sake Jack!” You whined. 

Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you. 

 "Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up. ”

Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving. 


 You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.

They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room. Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room. 

“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down. 

 "I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt. When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there. However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you. 

“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed. 

“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked. 

 "I’m always angry at you.” You sighed. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed. 

“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again. 

 "So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him. 

 Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor. 

 You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack  pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though. 

“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair. 

“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses. Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. 

 Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip. 

 "You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. 

 "J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs. 

“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response. Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off. 

Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you. 

“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck. 

"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you. 

 "I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now. 

 "Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again. 

 "On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses. 

 After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.

 "Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin. Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you. 

 "I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts. 

 Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more. One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure. 

As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead. 

 Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust. 

 "I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you. 

 "I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips. You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled. 

 "Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again. 

“Me too, baby.” He breathed out. 

 The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock. 

 You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you. As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again. 

 "Think I need another shower.“ You laughed. 

 "I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled. 

 "Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you. 

 "Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath. 

 “I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed. 

“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again. 

Sneaking Around

Joe trusted Y/N, with every fibre of his being, he trusted his girlfriend.

But when she was constantly sneaking off to who knows where, making up weak excuses, and disappearing for hours at end, that trust wavered. Just a little.

They had always been open and honest with each other, refusing to hide anything from the beginning of their relationship, so it was really odd to have Y/N be so secretive and keeping a secret from him.

He tried asking the boys, because they were close with her as well, but even they got all weird, avoiding answering the question directly.

It seemed like everyone was in on the secret except for Joe.

That didn’t sit well with him.

At all.

After Y/N called out some random excuse before slipping out of the door once again, Joe decided to take matters into his own hands.

So he did the rational and mature thing.

He followed her.

A small part of him did feel guilty, because he shouldn’t be following his girlfriend through the streets of London, but then he remembered she was hiding something from him, and the guilt was gone.

If anyone should feel guilty, it was her. Because she was making him paranoid.

And when he stumbled across what she had been doing, he realized he had every right to be paranoid.

Joe felt his blood boil as she hugged Jack tightly, grinning up at him. And when the younger Maynard placed a hand on the small of Y/N’s back, leading her into the restaurant, Joe figured out what was going on.

He just never thought that she would cheat on him.

Deciding to give them a few more days to come clean, Joe kept mostly to himself.

He let her give him the weak excuses, let her sneak off to be with Jack, and he remained at home, trying to convince himself that what he saw wasn’t real. That the woman he loved was not cheating on him with one of his best mates.

But neither of them came forward, admitting to their infidelity, and Joe was getting frustrated. So he decided to confront them.

“Do you ever plan on telling me?” Joe asked Y/N as they stood in the kitchen.

The other boys were over too, sat on the couch playing a video game. He hadn’t wanted to do this while everyone was present, but he didn’t want to give Y/N and Jack a chance to meet up again.

“Telling you what, babe?” She asked, pouring some chips into a bowl.

“Stop acting innocent!” Joe slammed his hand down onto the counter, making her jump and stare in shock over at him. The boys paused the game at his outburst, glancing over at the couple. “I know!”

“Know what?”

“Really?” Joe snapped, “You’re really going to try and act like you don’t know?”

“Everything okay?” Jack called over, standing from the couch.

“No.” Joe shifted his glare over to the younger man, “Because you two refuse to just admit it already!”

“Admit what, mate?” Jack stepped closer, sending Y/N a quick look, ensuring she was alright.

“That you two are bloody hooking up!”

“What?!” Y/N and Jack exclaimed in unison, staring over at Joe in confusion.

“I think Joe’s lost it…” Conor mumbled.

“You think I’m cheating on you? With Jack?” Y/N gaped over at Joe.

“I wouldn’t ever do that you!” Jack protested.

“Well, why else would you two have been sneaking around so much?”

“Because we were trying to plan you a surprise party, you ass!” Y/N snapped, anger coursing through her body. “I can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you!”

“A surprise party?” Joe repeated weakly, glancing between Y/N and Jack.

“Yeah, Y/N wanted to do something special for your birthday,” Caspar added, standing from the couch, “So we’ve all been meeting up to plan it. But we couldn’t do it as a group, we all draw too much attention.”

“Each of us have been meeting up in pairs, trying to get it all figured out,” Josh continued, standing as well.

“Shit,” Joe muttered, wincing as he noticed Y/N’s harsh glare being sent in his direction. “I’m sorry?”

“Do you not trust me?”

“No! I mean, yes! I do. I do, Y/N. I just…I got paranoid.” Joe pleaded, stepping towards her, “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” She replied, her face softening, “I cannot believe you thought I was cheating on you. With Jack.”

“Okay,” Jack pointed over at her, “That is the second time you’ve said my name like that. Am I really that bad?”

“Yes.” The boys all said at once, but the couple ignored him.

“I shouldn’t have ever thought that. It was stupid. I’m really sorry.” Joe told her, pulling her closer.

“I wouldn’t ever cheat on you, Joe,” Y/N told him, “I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday.”

“I can still act surprised if you want.”

“You better, I worked hard on this party.”

“I’m sorry, love.”

“You should be. But really, Jack?”


“I know,” Joe chuckled, “I mean, clearly you have better taste.”

“Exactly.” Y/N smiled up at him, reaching up to kiss him.

“This isn’t fair,” Jack mumbled.

“At least he didn’t punch you,” Conor offered, patting his brother on the shoulder. “That would have been my initial reaction.”

Wow || Jack Maynard Imagine

“What are you doing?” I ask cautiously. I glance over each of my friend’s faces. Watching as they smirk up at me. 

“Oh nothing,” Jack winks at me. I look to each of their faces, eyes locking with Oli’s, who’s neutral expression falters.

 "What do you know?“ I ask stepping towards the group, who are sat on my sofa, "Why do you all look so sketchy?” I look at the group skeptically.

 "Not telling,“ Joe laughs, "You’ll just have to figure it out.”

 "I hate you all,“ I mutter, "Fine you guys don’t get food.” I watch as each of their faces falls from cocky to disappointment.

 "Jack, I’m going to tell her,“ Caspar says, "Its mean to keep secrets from people." 

"Awe,” I coo, “I always knew you were my favourite.” I make my way over to Caspar sitting next to him. I look at him expectantly, “Okay, now tell me," 

Caspar looks over to Jack, "Uh, Y/N/N, you need to stay calm, promise me you’ll stay calm?” My grim falls, I nod my head slowly, “What?”

 "Jack found your diary and we kind of read it,“ he says wincing. 

My face falls, I can feel the colour drain from my face, "Please tell me you’re joking.” I whisper. I stand up, “Please fucking tell me you’re joking!” I being pacing. 

Tears well up in my eyes, I glance to each of the boys, eyes stopping on Jack, “Why would you do that?” I ask eyes begging him to tell me that they were kidding. 

“Y/N are you serious? Like it’s just a diary,” he mutters. I glare at him, “How much did you read?" 

"The others only herd the first page, but I read like… twelve pages.” He says grimacing.

 "Wow, so know you all know my fears, hopes, dreams and everything that I didn’t want you to know can you please leave my fucking house!“ I half scream, tears falling silently from my eyes. 

"Y/N? Please just calm down, it’s no big deal, you like Jack, he’s your weakness, who cares,” Joe says standing from the sofa then stepping towards me. 

“Oh yeah it’s great, nothing is going to change, that’s bullshit!” I shout, “Why did you do that?” I turn my gaze from Joe to Jack. 

“I’m in love with you!” Jack shouts. Making my jaw fall open. The room falls silent. 

“What?” I ask stealing towards Jack who is now standing.

“I read your diary because I’m in love with you,” he says, quieter this time, “I’ve been flirting with you for forever, but you never seemed to get the picture, so I figured you weren’t interested.”

 "This isn’t a nice prank guys,“ I mumble, looking towards the floor, "please just leave me alone now.” I keep my eyes locked on the floor. I hear my front door open and people begin to move, then I hear the door close. 

“I’m not leaving right after I’ve confessed to you,” I hear Jacks’ voice appear closer to me. 

“If you’re saying this because you feel bad you can stop pretending now,” I whisper. Jack hooks his finger under my chin, lifting my face up. I look into his eyes, his gorgeous baby blue eyes, they lock mine to my spot. I feel his breath fan my face, I lean my head forward lips not touching his just yet. 

“Kiss me,” Jack whispers. I press my lips to his softly, wrapping my arms around his neck fingers tucked into his hair, his arms wrap themselves around my waist pulling me as close to him as I possibly can. I feel him grin into our kiss. We pull away for air after a few seconds.

 "I’m so in love with you,“ I mumble. 

"I’m so in love with you too, you’re all mine,” Jack whispers kissing my cheek softly.

The One With The Jealousy - Jack Avery Imagine

Requested: No

Summary: After seeing your boyfriend Jack for the first time in two months, you notice how close he’s gotten to Aspen. This sparks some unwanted jealousy.

Word count: 620

A/N: Okay just a disclaimer, I don’t hate Aspen! I just made her out to be this way for the purpose of the story so don’t hold it against me haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Xx

When you enter the Why Don’t We house, you’re not surprised to hear screams and laughs coming from the backyard. You smile to yourself as you hear Zach beg Corbyn to take an Instagram video of him jumping into the pool. You’ve missed these boys so much while they’ve been on tour. Mostly though, you’ve missed Jack.

Skyping and talking over text for two months caused a real strain on your relationship. It was hard to keep the romance alive when you barely had time to talk to each other. You were nervous to see him, worried that this time spent apart from each other has somehow changed the dynamics between the two of you.

With a wide smile on your face you stepped out into the backyard where they were all hanging around by the pool. Your eyes immediately found Jack, who was casually laying on the grass next to Aspen. You notice the lack of distance between them as she shows him something on her phone, and the way that their arms are slightly brushing up against each other. Your smile disappears at the sight and you swallow the bile rising up in your throat. The thought of Jack with anyone else made you sick.

“Y/N!” Daniel yells out and runs up to you to hug you, catching everyone’s attention. He gives you a bone crushing hug and you try to plaster the most believable smile on your face to avoid his speculation.

“Okay, okay! Stop!” You let out a small laugh as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Y/N?” You hear Jack say as Daniel finally lets go of you. Jack is now standing there in disbelief, Aspen lurking behind him with a sour look on her face. Why was he looking at you like that? Was he disappointed? Was he hoping for some more time alone with Aspen?

You took a glance at Aspen who looked incredibly beautiful as always. Her perfectly curled hair complimented her tanned skin that was shown off in a barely-there bikini. Her light brown eyes looked almost golden in the afternoon sun. She was so pretty and she didn’t even have to try. You immediately started to feel hatred towards her bubbling up. Why would Jack ever want you when someone like Aspen exists?

You suppress these thoughts as you look Jack in the eyes, scared that if you start to picture yourself pulling out Aspen’s hair you might actually do it. He looks at you for a moment, just staring at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

“Did you miss me?” You say almost pathetically. He clearly didn’t. Why would you even think that in the first place? He’d fallen out of love with you. It had to be that. The thought of him admitting this to you played in your head, breaking your heart in the process.

Jack didn’t say anything as he placed his hands on either side of your face and forcefully pulled you in for a passionate kiss. In that moment you were able to forget it all. You were able to forget stupid Aspen and how happy he seemed to be around her. You were able to forget the two months that you spent apart, with time feeling like it’s stopped just for the two of you. All your doubts melted away with the familiarity of the feeling of his lips against yours. You’ve missed this.

You two break away as the boys let out wolf whistles at the sight of your heated kiss. Jack hardly ever showed PDA, so when he did you knew that it meant something. This was enough to let your insecurities vanish away, just as quickly as they came.

“Of course I’ve missed you.”

which rooster teeth worker should you fight by me
  • geoff ramsey: do it. he looks scary but he's not. he is afraid of snakes so if you wear a shirt that has a snake on it he will lose his powers. however if you catch him drunk, run. but if he's sober, do it. fight geoff ramsey but be careful
  • jack patillo: why would you ever fight jack. he is a perfect ray of sunshine. there is magic in his beard. he is large and made of love and probably like kittens or something. don't do it. don't fight jack
  • michael jones: fight michael. he's a ball of rage and if you let him get close he'll fuck your shit up but you can just put your hand on his forehead and hold him at arm's length while he tries to run at you like a bull. lindsay will probably cheer for you. do it. fight michael
  • gavin free: just sorta punch him in the nose and he'll probably squawk and fall over and start crying. but there will be no glory in fighting gavin free. only sadness. why would you do such a thing. you can fight gavin if you really want to but it will be an empty victory and you should probably rethink your life afterwards
  • burnie burns: don't fight burnie. he's 6'2 and he punched out a horse once. the laws of mortals do not apply to burnie burns and he will fire you even though he's not CEO anymore. don't do it. don't fight burnie.
  • jon risinger: you can maybe fight jon but only if you're okay with losing all your points. depending on what mood he's in he may award you points for winning. fight jon risinger but only if you're feeling lucky
  • gus sorola: he'll probably run away and bitch about you on the next podcast. it would be hilarious to everyone else and you would have brought laughter to the lives of millions. do it. fight gus.
  • joel heyman: you cannot slay a god
  • lindsay jones: you could maybe fight lindsay but only by being sneaky and even then michael would snap your neck if you win. distract her with conveniently placed cat pictures and you could sucker punch her because let's face it, you couldn't take her one on one. maybe fight lindsay but only with prep time
  • ray narvaez jr: he's already dead don't hurt him more
  • chris demarais: do it. fight chris. it'll be hilarious give him a wedgie and hang him off something by his underwear. take his lunch money. buy something cool with it. shove him in a locker. fight chris demarais
  • barbara dunkelman: she's canadian she'll just ascend into her moose form and headbutt ur ass to the nearest tim hortons. don't fight barbara

[at Jack and Rapunzel’s engagement party]

Merida: Punzie, you deserve the best and you found it.  Jack, don’t you dare hurt her.

Jack: *laughs* I won’t.

Hiccup: Don’t laugh. She means it.

Jack: I… I won’t.

Astrid: Seriously, don’t hurt her.

Jack: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting her.

North: You better not be.

Jack: I’m not!

Bunnymund: Frost, you best watch yourself.

Jack: Why would any of you think I would hurt Rapunzel? You’re all my friends too.

Merida: Nah.


“I will be waiting for you, Jack”

“Why would you be waiting for me?! Why would he be waiting for me?!”


Love how Lesaro turns around and looks at Salazar as if to say “Wtf?” :P

anonymous asked:

JackCrutchie running into each other after two years of not talking at all.

So this was… weird… idk I had it planned out but when I actually wrote it down it didn’t work as well as I wanted it to. But I wrote it, so I guess I should share it.

Thanks for prompting!!


Jack fitted with the tiny version of his best friend’s crutch, the familiar feeling of the smooth wood running along his fingers. It had been warn down and kinda got a little gross over the past two years mainly because his hands were always covered in dirt and grime. But not drawing charcoal, not anymore, not after…

Jack’s last drawing that he ever did, that he planned on ever doing was of Crutchie. The last time he ever say the boy with angry, upset tears streaking down his face as he tried to make Jack understand.

It was all Jack’s fault.

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  • Jack: Hey, do you want to go the the gun range tomorrow?
  • Bob: Can't. I have a yoga class.
  • Jack: [shakes head, frowns, grimaces] What?
  • Bob: Yep. Next six Wednesday evenings.
  • Jack: But the range is more fun than yoga.
  • Bob: Perhaps, but I've already paid for six sessions.
  • Jack: Why would you do that?
  • Bob: Sounded interesting. I've always wanted to try yoga.
  • Jack: [stares at me]
  • Bob: We can go to the range Saturday.
  • Jack: You really signed up for yoga?
Hidden Note

He noticed it when he walked into the room.

There wasn’t anything special about it, it was just a folded piece of paper, but his name was scrawled across it in that familiar handwriting, the black ink standing out against the whiteness of the paper: Jack.

He had been curious, as anyone would be when there’s a note sitting there with your name on it. But it was tucked under a book on the table, almost as if it was meant to be hidden, meant to be kept a secret. And so he didn’t ask Joe about it, and did his best to ignore it, focusing on preparing for the video they were meant to be filming.

“Shit,” Joe mumbled suddenly, glancing around.

“Whats up?” Jack asked from his spot on the couch, his body being used to test the focus on the camera.

“I forgot something. I think it’s upstairs, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here.” He called after Joe, his blue eyes watching the body disappear through the door. Jack waited only a moment before lunging forward, his curiosity too strong as he slipped the piece of paper from under the confines of the book, listening to the sound of Joe’s footsteps going up the stairs before he unfolded the note, more of the same black ink on the white paper.

He had meant to just scan it quickly, to calm his curiosity, but then a few choice words caught his attention, and so Jack went back to the beginning, reading each word carefully. As his eyes went from line to line, drawing closer to the end of the note, he felt his heart race, his attention drawn further and further into what was written for him. To him.

So caught up in reading the note, Jack didn’t notice Joe walk back into the room, the words he had been about to say caught in his throat as he realized what was going on, realized what it was that Jack was reading.

He crossed the room quickly, ripping the paper from Jack’s hand, his blue eyes flashing betrayal and fear.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I saw my name…”

“You didn’t think that if I wanted you to read it, I would have given it to you?!”


“No, Jack. Gods, why would you even do that! You weren’t meant to read it. I was going to throw this away anyways,” Joe glared at the paper, crumbling it up in his hands. “Look, just forget you read it, okay?”


“Oh great,” Joe scoffed, throwing the paper across the room, “So instead we can just ruin our friendship? Wonderful. I was trying to avoid that.”

“Will you shut up?!” Jack finally burst out, standing from his spot, “And let me talk!”

Joe rocked back on his heels, surprised by the sudden outburst, but he nodded slowly, his mouth closed tightly.

“If you had stopped jumping to conclusions for one bloody second,” Jack mumbled, stepping closer to the older man, “I’d be able to tell you what I think of that little note you wrote.”

“What if…what if I don’t want to hear it?” Joe asked, his voice barely a whisper as Jack stopped in front of him.

“I think you want to hear this,” The younger man smiled gently at him, “Because I like you too, Joe.”

But before Joe could say another word, Jack leaned in, his lips pressing against Joe’s in a simple kiss.

“I’m still mad at you for reading it,” Joe muttered as they pulled apart, his lips chasing after Jack’s.

“I should be forgiven,” Jack chuckled, wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist to pull the smaller body against his, “Because if I hadn’t read it, we wouldn’t be kissing right now.”

“We aren’t kis—“ Joe’s words were cut off once more by Jack’s lips, not that the older man had any complaints about that as his arms moved around Jack’s neck.

He’d get mad at Jack for snooping through his stuff later, right now, Joe was quite happy with just kissing.

Jacksepticeye not being relevant anymore/won’t be relevant in the future?


Jack, why would you ever say that? Yeah sure YouTube isn’t going to last forever and the videos might be lost to the void if or when you decide to stop making videos but let me tell you something, Sean.

You will always be relevant to the people who are watching your content now and who will watch your videos in the future till you decide to stop. You’ve touched so many more people than you think! For one, I make references to your videos when I talk to my friend at school who doesn’t even watch your videos but those silly jokes make her laugh and brighten up her day!

For instance, I made a joke like writing my name on a test as “Booper Dooper“ and we just laughed and then she said that I should have the nickname “Booper” and she’ll be “Dooper”. I just sat there with a goofy smile because referencing something to you with one of my friends and making them laugh is the most amazing thing ever.

You’ve saved many people’s lives! There might be some people out there who wouldn’t be here if they didn’t have your videos to go to. I’ve felt like I don’t deserve to be here or I’m just a waste of space or I’m not important enough (I still do…) but watching your videos make me feel wanted and loved.

Jack, you’ve been a friend for not only me but to everyone in the community! I had little to no friends when I found you channel but now I have one close friend in school and I’ve talked to a few amazing people here on Tumblr.

Yes, maybe the Jacksepticeye name will be lost to the sands of time one day to new generations but the generations you’re affecting today will always remember what you did for them and will be forever grateful!


Always remember that whatever happens that, nobody can take away your memories when when the thing you love is gone. The memories, the experiences you had, they will always be with you till the very end

“Is it true?”

Sam jerked up, twisting in place to face his bedroom door. “Wha- Jack? What are you still doing up?”

Jack took an uncertain step into the room, his bare feet brushing over the marble floor, shoulders somehow hunching even further as he glanced up at Sam through a shield of messy hair.

“Is it true?” He repeated, barely loud enough for Sam to hear, even with the full force of his attention focussed on the young boy before him. “That you only want me around to be an… an interdimensional can opener? That you-” The halting speech caught in his throat, and he clenched his hands at his side, forcing it out regardless. “That you only pretended to care?”

Sam was on his feet in a moment, only stopping himself from reaching out when Jack flinched- actually phsyically flinched- away from him. “Jack, no. Why- why would you even think that?”

“I heard you talking to Dean.” Jack raised his head, the sting of something painful and ugly and new seeping into his eyes, the sheen of it threatening to fall at any moment. He forced it not to. “He said you just wanted me here because of what I can do. He said- he said you were only pretending to care, and you-”

He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t say it again. As much as the words had been swimming around his head for the past hours, saying it out loud it just… just felt more real, somehow, and he didn’t- He couldn’t-

It turned out he didn’t need to, though. Sam understood. It was obvious in the way his lips parted, in the widening of his eyes, and in the self-recriminatory shake of his head.

“And I didn’t tell him he was wrong.”

Jack couldn’t even bring himself to voice an affirmation. All he could do was give a single nod, gnawing at his lip in one last, desperate bid to keep the tears from falling.

“Jack-” Sam shuffled in place, the aborted step almost making him look almost like the baby they had seen stumbling along by its parent at a park on their way back to the bunker the other day. “Jack, do you remember what I told you? About how Dean reacts with anger when he doesn’t know what else to do?”

Jack nodded once more, still not trusting himself to speak.

“Well this is kind of connected. See-” Sam was the one to bite his lip this time, a shadow of some dark memory or other crossing his brow. “When Dean gets this way, he isn’t always willing to try and understand things from a different point of view. Sometimes… sometimes, when he’s so caught up in his emotions that it makes it hard for him to try to deal with other peoples’ feelings, it’s just easier to try to persuade him by only telling him the logical side of things. The things which will benefit him, too.” He reached out again, and this time Jack allowed it, the warm weight of Sam’s hand against his shoulder relaxing him even through the turmoil still pulsing in his chest.

“Of course I’d love it if you were able to get our mom back to us, Jack,” Sam continued, honest sincerity shining from his eyes and straight into Jack’s. “But even if you never do that- even if you never even try- I’ll still want you here. I’ll still care. Because you are good, Jack. Dean might not see that yet, but I do. And I’ll do my best to help you as much as I can, up to and beyond the day when you realise that for yourself. Okay? For as long as you want me to, I’ll help you.”

The tear which ran down Jack’s cheek was a strange mixture of warmth and cold, the chill in the air stealing the heat from it before it had even completed half of its trail. The feel of it was nothing compared to the one in his chest, though- a swell of so much emotion that, by all rights and logic, it should have been painful, but instead felt almost terrifyingly similar to what had pulsed through him as he had listened to his mother’s words.

Sam really did believe that he was good. Sam, who always looked at him with soft understanding and who had spoken of demon blood and not belonging and being scared of the darkness inside, but who had so unwaveringly told him that he was not evil. Sam who had tried to protect him and stand up for him every step of the way. Sam who was always willing to listen and to help Jack to understand this whole confusing world and his place in it. Sam who had been willing to give him all the time and space he needed when he was struggling or frustrated.

Sam really did care, after all.

The warm hand patted his shoulder once, before moving away. “Do you want me to take you back to your room? Or… or we could watch a movie or something? If you need a little time to…”

Even as Sam trailed off, Jack was shaking his head. “No. Thank you.” He offered Sam a tremulous smile. “I think I’ll be okay now.”

Sam looked uncertain, but he nodded nonetheless. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Thank you. Good night, Sam.” And, with that, he padded back down the corridor to his room, a smile pulling at his lips as a gentle call of “Good night, Jack” echoed after him.

Back in his own room, Sam settled back down at his desk, looking once more at the spread of research in front of him. Every report and whisper of Nephilim he had been able to drudge up from the bunker’s depths.

If he was going to help Jack get a handle on his powers- to feel more confident in his ability not to harm those around him- Sam needed to know all he could, after all.