“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.
He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.
“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.
Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.
“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.
He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.
“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”
You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.
He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.
You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.
You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.
When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.
Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?
But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.
The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.
“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”
“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.
You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.
“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.
“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.
“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.
The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.
“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”
“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.
“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.
“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.
He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”
“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.
“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.
You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.
“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.
His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.
“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.
“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.
You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.
Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”
“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.
“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.
You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.
“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.
You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.
He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.
You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”
“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”
You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.
Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.
You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.
How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?
You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.
He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.
And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.
And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.
You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?
“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.
“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.
And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.
I just came back from yoga, we had this amazing meditation with colors. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea.
The Happiness Rainbow is your own rainbow, at the end of the day, you have collected colors. Draw your own rainbow and see which colors are missing. Can you still fix that? Try to get all the colors every day! I hope this will bring happiness to you! I really believe colors are stronger than words. You can write down how you feel, but why not draw it with the colors?
Please reblog if you think this is a good idea, I really hope I can help people with this!
Hello my #Beautiful #Yogis. Welcome to Monday. My tribe is all the way up, and that blesses my whole being!! I hope your day is just as amazing as you are!! And if negativity tries to creep in and set you up for the fail… in the words of Kanye, “Run away fast as you can”!! If no one told you today, I love you. Stay #light and #awesome.
Summary: A snapshot of your relationship with Cas. (Character based on the AU Endverse!Cas from “White Wedding.”)
Warnings: Smut (vaginal fingering, some oral sex, unprotected sex.)
A/N: It was jokingly requested by @willowing-love to write snippets of the day-to-day relationship from a previous fic. I had a lot of fun with this version of the character, so I wore it. As always, constructive feedback is always welcome and if you’d like to be on my master tag list, sent me an ask or DM.
A/N: To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapters 1 & 2 - THANK YOU AND SORRY THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG!
This chapter originally had two parts but this one got out of hand. I’m a bit nervous about this one, hope you like it! I also hope I remembered to tag everyone. Apologies if I’ve forgotten you, just send me a note if you’d like to be tagged.
To my twitter babes: thanks for the support. I love you almost as much as I love Sebby ;)
Chapter 3: The One With The Mats
As the week progresses, the effects of the contest start to wear heavily on the team.
There were plenty of cold showers, long sessions in the compound gym to work out mounting frustrations and on some days, outright avoidance of the other team members – especially those watching the play from the sidelines.
Thor and Tony, still smarting from their early exits, had decided that it would be fun to form an alliance with the sole purpose of tormenting the remaining contestants.