#jack morton imagine

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

So About That ~ J.M.

A/n: Aaaaaand that leaves one request left 👀 Opening requests soon!

Request: “...jack morton x Vera son reader ( bring back the only reader I can see jack with 😂) we’re veras son knows magic but doesn’t join the order because he’s a better witch by himself ( learned that from his mom) and he started to date jack but Vera does not know and jack does not know until the reader wants to introduce jack to his mom over dinner.” By anon

MASTERLIST

Y/n really hadn’t meant to keep it all a secret. He was a pretty blunt and straight forward person, something he’d gotten from his mom. He hadn’t gotten much from her, so his fire Cracker determination, self respect, and power were things he had always been proud of.

The fact that his mom was Vera Stone just hadn’t come up with his boyfriend, the same way that Jack Morton being his boyfriend had never come up with his mom.

It wasn’t even like either of them talked about the other all that often. Vera and Jack had always had an unspoken respect for each other, and refused to accept that they also had a bit of a soft spot for the other person as well. Getting close at all, or talking, would have required them to acknowledge said unspoken soft spot, and neither of them were willing. So they didn’t even talk to other people about it.

Y/n held onto that as a reason that this wasn’t his fault.

When he’d organized a dinner for his boyfriend and mom to meet, he hadn’t known that they had all that much between them. When they’d both shown up and seen each other though, from the reactions Y/n had gotten, there was obviously some tension there. For a split second Y/n had been terrified that Vera and Jack were maybe sleeping together or something. The way they reacted, with awkwardness and avoidance, gave this very weird energy - and his mom had mentioned that she had been seeing someone. Someone younger; one of the new Knight of Saint Christopher that had joined the Order. She hadn’t wanted to talk about who though, and Y/n was completely sure that Jack would never cheat on him so he hadn’t thought for a second it even could have been possible. In that moment, he’d doubted.

But then Jack had spoken. “I thought you only had a daughter. In the memories, with the Sons of Prometheus, how did I not-?”

“Because I made sure not to think of him,” Vera responded sharply. “I didn’t want you anywhere near him.”

Y/n raised his eyebrows. “More likely you didn’t want the Sons of Prometheus anywhere near me,” he remarked, and only then did Jack and Vera remember he was still there. “My sister did die, yeah, but I didn’t. My mom doesn’t often talk about me; she has a lot of enemies and as I’m not associated with any specific society, I’m more vulnerable than most people.”

Jack seemed surprised. “So I didn’t just miss you - you’re not apart of the Order.” They were both magic users, and after running into the wolves, Y/n knew about the Knights too. Y/n had spoken to Jack about the Order first, so Jack had assumed he knew someone in it other than him. Every time he’d asked, Y/n had been vague. Now it made sense - Vera could get in trouble if it got out that her son was free lance.

“I see.” Jack’s comment was the last to be said for a few minutes. The awkwardness was suddenly so thick and choking that even Y/n didn’t know what to do to combat it. Usually he had a way of calming intensities and grounding people. Directing things in a functional way that leaned experienced more pleasantly.

He was at a loss now.

“So,” Y/n eased awkwardly, sheepishly smiling. “Nice macaroni, hm?” He took a large bit of his Mac N’ Cheese, nodding to his boyfriend and mother to do the same.

Vera and Jack looked at each other as if to say, This guy... Then they both smiled, unable to pretend that Y/n wasn’t the most beloved person to both of them. And when they realized they had that in common, that they both dearly loved Y/n, the tension eased.

Maybe this wouldn’t be totally terrible... just maybe.

-

Male reader tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Jack The Ripper Cases Files Chapter 15 Spoilers (thanks to @huntersmoon1 for the images)

Red Widow gave Jack "The Duster's Book", where it has infos on criminals. It shows the crimes they committed, ranking, and reward for capture. Mother Goose's Poggy/Boggy is ranked A and his bounty is £2,000. (gahdamn💀💀)

Noah was also in the book. He is an S rank, with the bounty of £10,000 (woahouhhhh😮😮). Jack was ALSO in the book, an S rank and with the bounty of £12,000 (GYAATTT)

Right now, they're trying to find Pimon, the assumed boss of Thames Trading Company. He was an SSS rank criminal, and has the highest bounty - £50,000. To find him, they had to go in disguise as waiters on a cruise ship/titanic where Pimon is holding a birthday party.

There they are at the cruise. Luna doing a good job as a waitress, and Jack being Jack, playing the piano to impress the audience 😍😍🤭

LOOK AT HIM GOOOOO ♥♥♥💗 Some sources said he's playing "Aria" ♥♥

Here comes Pimon and his minions.

Pimon, The King of Corpses : 50mil

Lord Morton, Dark Aristocrat : 23mil

Alaric, Cold-Blooded Golden Lion : 22mil

Hummer, Immortality : 21mil

And Bjorn, Iron Berserker : 24mil

Jack is imagining them jumping him, and for some reason he's excited by that. (LOOK AT THOSE DOLLS- 😭😭)

Luna is scared in her pants right now, and suggesting they should run. However, Jack suddenly is nowhere to be seen.

NOW WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALLAH HIMSELF ARE YOU DOING JACK?!?!?😨😭😭💀

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

re: Ethan's gentle reserves nature - not sure if you've watched TGM but I'm curious if you get the same vibes from older Mav? for me it's a tossup if TC is just like that in recent roles or if Ethan in particular has terminal eldest daughter syndrome because all his spy parents/mentors sucked and he just didn't have any siblings to shepherd around until GP

Ok so I have to be honest TGM was the first non-MI TC movie I watched so it was a while ago now. And so I don’t feel like I’m entirely qualified to speak on it. That being said from what I remember Mav is—very kind, and definitely tired, but he doesn’t seem to have Ethan’s particular kind of careful reserve around people. He’s very outspoken in general, and it shows in his demeanor and his body language. I remember him as being somewhat more physically expressive than Ethan, and although they have a similar sense of kind playfulness I wouldn’t necessarily describe Mav as intentionally gentle (when he is, it’s more situational and less of a character trait). Mav is also quicker to anger than Ethan, and quicker to get drawn into petty disputes than Ethan, who keeps himself very carefully cut off from that sort of thing. Mav engages with the kids and tests and teases and pushes them where Ethan tends to treat even his closest teammates with—lots of care, but a constant emotional distance, rarely if ever bringing up grievances/past hurts. For example, I can’t imagine mcquarrie era Ethan shoving a teammate the way Mav shoves Rooster in TGM. TC’s later roles….with the exception of Nick Morton and Barry Seal (love of my life hiiii) you tend to feel their age, a sense of tiredness, a stubborn doggedness, but IMO there’s not one of them that has Ethan’s particular carefulness and gentleness when dealing with people. Thinking here of Nick Morton, Barry Seal, Maverick, Jack Reacher in Never Go Back. That was part of why I was so struck by that quality of Ethan’s on rewatch, cause my first experience with TC was mission impossible and I unconsciously ascribed a lot of that quality to an older TC’s general vibes—not realizing that…in a lot of his other movies, including the later ones, he usually plays relatively brash characters. Ethan is a kinda unusual TC protagonist and what’s more, TC didn’t have to act him that way…the writing doesn’t demand it, although it occasionally subtly suggests it. Most of that gentle quality is coming from the acting. Anyway it’s interesting to me that Ethan is TC’s longest-running role. Would love any TGM-loving mutuals to weigh in on all this if you have thoughts btw

[onecantsimply]

I can imagine Jack asking Morton to borrow his mask before round 4 and then after Jack breaks it for his entrance Morton is just fucking PISSED and FUMING

If he’s even watching during round four, I’m sure his eye would be twitching under his other mask- Because I know fully well that he can’t get much masks in the afterlife-

He’ll be gladly drinking wine and all, and here comes this man that probably killed him, asking for a spare of his mask. And begrudgingly, once Morton gives it and sees Jack in Ragnarok Round 4, he thinks he’d fight without revealing his identity.

And n o - He threw that mask off and let it shatter to the floor. I know damn well that grip on his wine glass was tight HH-

[snowstar716]

SUPER SMASH BROS. CHARACTER THEME SONGS (in my opinion)

Mario: Jump - Van Halen

Donkey Kong: Jungle Boogie - Kool & The Gang

Link: Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Samus: Iron Man - Black Sabbath

Dark Samus: Take Me Over - Red

Yoshi: Walk The Dinosaur - Was (Not Was)

Kirby: Counting Stars - OneRepublic

Fox: Wings Of Steel - Wings Of Steel

Pikachu: Thunder - Imagine Dragons

Luigi: Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Jr.

Ness: It's The End Of The World As We Know It - R.E.M.

Captain Falcon: Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

Jigglypuff: Symphony - Clean Bandit

Peach: Holding Out For A Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Daisy: Umbrella - Rihanna

Bowser: Be Prepared (Cover) - Jonathan Young

Ice Climbers: Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Sheik: Keep It Undercover - Zendaya

Zelda: When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

Dr. Mario: Doctor - Jack Stauber

Pichu: Electric Avenue - Eddy Grant

Falco: Birds - Imagine Dragons

Marth: Hero - Skillet

Lucina: Time - Pink Floyd

Young Link: Go The Distance - Michael Bolton

Ganondorf: Hail To The King - Avenged Sevenfold

Mewtwo: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

Roy: Burning Down The House - Talking Heads

Chrom: Awake & Alive - Skillet

Mr. Game & Watch: Game Over - Falling In Reverse

Meta Knight: Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

Pit: Fly Away - Lenny Kravitz

Dark Pit: Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Zero Suit Samus: Unstoppable - Sia

Wario: Thrift Shop - Macklemore

Snake: Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Ike: Legend - Jaroslav Beck

Squirtle, Ivysaur, & Charizard/Pokémon Trainer: We Are The Champions - Queen

Diddy Kong: It's Tricky - Run-DMC

Lucas: I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan

Sonic: Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

King Dedede: Fat - “Weird Al” Yankovic

Olimar/Alph: Rocket Man - Elton John

Lucario: Aura - Dennis Lloyd

R.O.B.: Boom - P.O.D.

Toon Link: Come Sail Away - Styx

Wolf: Three Little Pigs - Green Jelly

Villager: Psycho Killer - The Talking Heads

Mega Man: More Than Meets The Eye - Linkin Park

Wii Fit Trainer: Physical - Olivia Newton-John

Rosalina & Luma: All The Stars - SZA

Little Mac: Free Fallin’ - Tom Petty

Greninja: The Ninja Song - Cory Williams

Palutena: Goddess - Iggy Azalea

PAC-MAN: PAC-MAN Fever - Buckner & Garcia

Robin: Magic - Mystery Skulls

Shulk: Into The Future - Chef’Special

Bowser Jr., Larry, Roy, Wendy, Iggy, Morton, Lemmy, Ludwig: Horrible Kids - Set It Off

Duck Hunt: Atomic Dog - George Clinton

Ryu: Karate - Tenacious D

Ken: Through The Fire & Flames - DragonForce

Cloud: Push It To The Limit - Scarface

Corrin: The Middle - Maren Morris

Bayonetta: Daisy - AshNikko

Inkling: Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones

Ridley: Die MF Die - Dope

Simon: Whip It - Devo

Richter: The Sound Of Silence (Cover) - Disturbed

King K. Rool: Crocodile Rock - Elton John

Isabelle: Best Day Ever - DJ Cadence

Incineroar: Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor

Piranha Plant: Mean Green Mother From Outer Space - Levi Stubbs

Joker: The Joker & The Thief - Wolfmother

Hero: Magic - Pilot

Banjo & Kazooie: Best Friend - Weezer

Terry: Fight To Win - Your Favorite Martian

Byleth: School’s Out - Alice Cooper

Min Min: Unleash The Dragon - JT Music

Steve, Alex, Zombie, & Enderman: Diamonds - Rihanna

Sephiroth: Evil Angel - Breaking Benjamin

Pyra & Mythra: Warriors - Aaliyah Rose

Kazuya: My Demons - Starset

Sora: When Can I See You Again? - Owl City

Mii Fighters: Critical Hit - No More Kings

Sans: Spooky Scary Skeletons (Remix) - The Living Tombstone

Cuphead: I Ain't Worried - OneRepublic

Vault Boy: Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

Shantae: Friend Like Me - Robin Williams

Doom Slayer: Out Of Hell - Skillet

Hammer Bro: U Can't Touch This - MC Hammer

Chain Chomp: Who Let The Dogs Out? - Baha Men

Thwomp: Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

Waluigi: Loser - Beck

KlapTrap: Chomp Chomp - Alestorm

Skull Kid: Masks - Aviators

Moon: Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Midna: The Wolf - SIAMÉS

Ghirahim: Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Metroid: Parasite - DAGames

Mother Brain: Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Nightmare: Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

Knuckle Joe: Fighter - The Cast of Glee

Chef Kawasaki: Eat It - “Weird Al” Yankovic

Andross: Imperial March - John Williams

Krystal: Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne

Samurai Goroh: Heavy Metal Samurai - Metalucifer

Starman: Starman - David Bowie

Jeff: Rocketeer - Far East Movement

Tiki: Dragonhearted - TryHardNinja

Lyn: Forsaken - Within Temptation

Black Knight: Fight The Knight - Crush 40

Phosphora: Electric Shock - F(x)

Ashley: Hocus Pocus - Marnik

Burrowing Snagret: Angry Birds Rap - JT Music

Kapp'n: Another One Rides The Bus - “Weird Al” Yankovic

Riki: Happy - Pharrell Williams

Color TV-Game 15: New Game - Nitro Fun

Sheriff: I Fought The Law - The Clash

Devil: The Devil Went Down To Georgia - Charlie Daniels

Takamaru: Warriors - Imagine Dragons

Dr. Wright: We Built This City - Starship

Flies & Hand: Fly - Marshmello

Prince Of Sablé: Adventure - Matthew Parker

Sukapon: Robot Rock - Daft Punk

Isaac: With Great Power - JT Music

Starfy: Shooting Star - Owl City

Nintendog: Dogsong - Toby Fox

Dr. Kawashima: Teach You How To Die - JT Music

Vince: Happy Accidents - CG5

Nikki: Mi Mi Mi - SEREBRO

Dillon: Rollin’ - Limp Bizkit

Yuri Kozukata: The Spook - KSHMR

Arcade Bunny: Drunk Arcade - Bombs Away

Spring Man: This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy

Squid Sisters: Just Dance - Lady Gaga

Ghosts: Ghost - Mystery Skulls

Bomberman: Dynamite - Taio Cruz

Alucard: Vampire - Lazyboy Empire

Wily Capsule: Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco

Zero: On My Own - Ashes Remain

Knuckles: Fight Back - NEFFEX

Shadow: Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

Guile: This Is America - Childish Gambino

Akira: Kung Fu Fighting - Carl Douglas

Gray Fox: Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

Rodin: Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Shovel Knight: Diggy Diggy Hole (Cover) - Wind Rose

All Pokémon: Evolution - KoRn

Master Hand & Crazy Hand: I Will Not Be Moved - DAGames

Giga Bowser: Godzilla - Eminem

Ganon: The Beast - Tech N9ne

Galleom: I Am Machine - Three Days Grace

Rathalos: Dragonborn - Jeremy Soule

Dracula: In The Dark Of The Night (Cover) - Jonathan Young

Marx: Alastor’s Game - The Living Tombstone

Galeem & Darkhon: This Is The End - NateWantsToBattle

[rafiknyclassical]

Morton Feldman - Violin & String Quartet

Surreality at it’s best.

*******

Violin and String Quartet, for violin & string quartet (1985) Peter Rundel, violin Pellegrini-Quartett Morton Feldman's large scale work simply entitled Violin and String Quartet commences with the violin soloist contemplating the minor seventh interval A to G over and over again, in no predictable rhythmic configuration, while confronted by soft, dissonant chord clouds from the other musicians. The clouds quietly disintegrate as the entrances become more staggered. Ten minutes or so into the piece, Feldman refines the opening gestures, expanding the interval leaps, and voicing chord clusters in numerous configurations. At the 22-minute mark, Feldman arrives back where he started, but in a parallel universe, so to speak, with the aforementioned minor seventh transformed into a major ninth (G to A), the chord clouds fuller of body, and increased rhythmic momentum. Before you've noticed, the harmonic motion has grown more protracted when the time comes to switch discs. Continue listening, and you'll arrive at a soothing, yet somewhat darker lower-register variation on the opening material at the 13-minute mark (remember, we're on disc two). There's a poignant stretch of music between 26 and 31 minutes where the slowly reiterated chords take on a lush harmonic character, giving way to a section made up of staggered major ninths moving in opposite directions. Faster moving sustained chords ensue, but now coloured by discreetly placed pizzicatos, the first plucked notes we've heard in this piece. Soon all the instruments stack up the aforementioned minor ninth, sometimes in canon, sometimes together, all to intense, claustrophobic effect. An oasis in the form of a steady procession of short-breathed sustained chords lies ahead. On paper this music looks simple to play, even sight-read, yet to control the composer's pinpointed dynamics, rhythms, and articulations is easier said than done, let alone holding a listener's attention for nearly two hours. --Jed Distler Two hours of sighs, whispers, murmurs, and tremolos from a string quartet etherealized further by a solo violin floating above. That's what you get with this epic anti-epic from 1985 by Morton Feldman. Feldman's admirers regard him as the most significant composer of our time. It's a hard case to make for something so minimal; this piece in particular seems less like music than music's ghost -- a pure essence that denies anything remotely substantial or corporeal. 'Let's get out of here before it starts to develop,' Debussy once said to a friend following the exposition in the opening of a Beethoven symphony; Feldman's music is the ultimate manifestation of that stance. Unlike Webern, who sometimes did develop his tiny cells, if only for a moment, Feldman creates the smallest musical materials imaginable, only to have them slowly vanish. Still, Feldman is a distinct, instantly recognizable voice (or anti-voice) -- something that cannot be said for many recent composers. Feldman may not be the greatest composer of our time, as his cultish advocates assert, but he may well be the greatest for insomniacs. This mysterious, wispy stuff is very close to a pure dream state, perhaps the best 3 AM music ever. 

--Jack Sullivan 

Art by Sol LeWitt

[thebisexualdogdad]

hi! could i request what i a headcanon what it would be like dating randall (or all of the knights individual, if you want to)? thank youu!!

Randall: 

· the biggest dork

· he's always making you laugh

· but he's also really sweet 

· brings you your favorite snacks when you're feeling down

· big cuddler

· he can be the big spoon or little spoon doesn't matter 

· walks around naked as often as he can much to the other knights dismay 

· he'll come into the kitchen fully nude while everyone is eating breakfast and you have to cover him with your jacket

Hamish: 

· so smart it's kind of intimidating

· he'll make references you don't understand 

· teasing him by hiding his vests before class

· he takes you out on the most luxurious dates

· pulling him in by the tie to kiss him

· he always helps you write your papers which makes Randall jealous cause Hamish makes him and Jack do their homework themselves 

· he'll get you flowers for no reason 

· and writes you poems 

Lilith: 

· you're the only person she's not grumpy around 

· the way she told you she liked you was "i hate you less than most people" 

· she's so tiny she drowns in your sweaters 

· frequently having to stop her from ripping Randall's head off 

· carrying her to bed when she falls asleep on the couch while you watch movies 

· calling her Lili to mess with her 

· calming her down when she's angry 

· picking her up and throwing her over your shoulder when she's yelling at Randall or Jack 

Jack: 

· the himbo of the knights 

· he's dum but cute so it makes up for it 

· he has zero logic so you're always getting him out of trouble

· good luck though when Randall is the one giving him ideas 

· his idea of a date is getting McDonalds 

· all he eats is junk food so you have to force him to eat a salad once in a while 

· he's so clumsy you're always cleaning up his messes 

· he tried baking you a cake for your birthday and ended up with batter on the ceiling 

Gabrielle: 

· she didn't ask you on a date she told you you were going on a date 

· when you find out about her dad it makes sense why she acts the way she does

· she's actually pretty soft with you 

· though in public she still puts up her mean girl persona 

· no one understands why you're with her but you don't care 

· she's smart, headstrong and determined and that's what you love about her 

· she constantly buys you clothes she thinks you'll look good in

· so many couples photos on instagram

[number-0-iz]

"I...actually own the building."

Hamish, my husband, how rich are you? 😂

Gotta love a mystery man.

[myrandomthoughtsblog]

Jack Morton x Fem!reader

A/n: english is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there is any mistakes. It's super fluff, hope you'll like it.

Y/n Duke had been a werewolf almost as long as her older brother Hamish. She's preety close to him, the same way she's close to all the kinghts, exepct for one of them - Jack Morton.

For some reason the girl and the newest werewolf don't get along that well. Y/n never wanted him to be part of the knights and blames him for all the problems with the order, while Jack thinks she's stupid and selfish, since he's a good werewolf. But let's just say that some things are about to change.

The order, and therefore the knights, had a new threat to deal with. A guy called Peter Don was doing lots of bad magic and hunting anyone that knew how to make it, all because he wanted to be the only person that possessed such thing.

Hamish and the werewolfs already knew about this whole thing, but had never managed to found the guy, so when Vera told him his name Duke was quick to call an emergency meeting with the rest.

Lilith and Randall had just arived to the house, only to find Jack and Y/n arguing about something that happend at their class a couple minuts ago, they rolled their eyes and set down, both of them were extremely tired of their bullshit. As soon as Hamish arrived he made them stop fighting and told everything Vera said to him, then the group started to plan what to do next.

Randall and Lilith were going to Peter's workplace, a clothing store, in order to investigate, Hamish was going to do some research about the guy with a couple books Vera had given to him, while Y/n and Jack were going to his place, neither of them were happy with it, but according to the older Duke they needed to be able to work together.

The car ride to Peter's place was very quite and weird. When they arrived Y/n informed their groupchat, Randall and Lilith already were taking a look at the store and Hamish said he hasn't found anything yet.

The duo broke into the guy's house and started to look for anything sightly suspicious. Nothing in the first floor, and nothing in the second, when they were heading to the basement Jack, that was pretty quiet, openned his mouth to talk about something that was not about Peter.

"Y/n"

"Morton"

"Why do you hate me so much?"

A minute of silence followed his question.

"What?"

"Like I get it that I caused a couple of problems and shit, but besides that, what did I ever do for you to hate me that much?"

"Well i-, you annoy me and you also hate me, so I don't get why you are asking me this."

"I was just wondering"

"You can wonder when we catch this bad guy"

The conversation ended but Y/n kept thinking about that. Why did she hate Jack so much? Okay, sure, he was annoying, but there was something more and she couldn't find out what, and this was making her pretty pissed.

Morton and Duke entered the basement, only to see something, actually, someone that Y/n didn't like that much either - Alyssa Drake.

Jack got quite excited to see the girl he once had a crush on, what only made Y/n roll her eyes. Alyssa said Vera asked her to see if his house had something weird, but she hadn't found anything. Jack started to make a small talk with her, and Y/n quickly dragged him out of that place.

"You should stop talking to Alyssa"

"What, why?"

"There's something about her that dosen't sit right with me"

"Are you jelous?

Y/n turned to Jack with a pretty angry face, but if you looked close enought a blush could be seen.

"If you think I'll ever feel something for you Morton, you need help"

Jack looked a bit sad, but hided that with a playfull smirk, when he was about to open his mouth to say something sarcastic, Y/n screamed.

Peter had found them, stabbed Y/n and started to run. Y/n feel into the ground and tried to stop the bleeding.

"Go after him"

"What no I can't just let you bleeding here"

"It's okay, I'll heal"

The boy stoped to think for a moment, but when Y/n gave him the sweetest smile ever, he decided to go after Peter, after all she's a werewolf, she would be fine.

Morton started to run after Don, but Y/n wasn't healing, so she looked over to her belly, and guess what, a green smoke was coming out of it. The knive Peter used was poisoned, Y/n thought it was funny, since her brother had once being stabbed by a poisoned knive. She tried to reach her phone and call someone, but she didn't had enought strenght for that, the poison was way to strong.

All she could do was wait for Jack to come back and help her. When Y/n was about to close her eyes she heard him call her name and Jack started to run towards her.

The order wanted Peter alive so that they could ask him questions, so Jack had only knocked him out and was trying to get him to his car.

He kneeled next to Y/n and told her to hold on while he pressed her belly to make the bleeding stop. The first thing Jack did was call Alyssa, he asked the blonde girl to come pick Peter and take him to Vera, then he proceeded to pick Y/n and take her to his car.

Alyssa did what he asked and Jack was now driving pretty fast to the knights place. He kept assuring Y/n that she would be fine, but deep down he didn't really know what would happen, the only thing he knew was that he couldn't just lose Y/n, no not like that.

As soon as he arrived at the house Jack picked her up very carefully and opened the door. Lilith looked over from her sit to see what all that noise was, only to find her best friend dieing in Jack's arms.

While Morton was putting her on the sofa, Batory shouted for Hamish and Randall that came downstairs running. Jack told everything that happen and Lilith was preparing a potion that would cure her, at least that's what they hoped, Hamish and Randall were freaking out.

Y/n drunk the disgusting potion and the green smoke was gone. She was fine and already healing. The knights were pretty happy and relieved, but Jack still had a sad expression.

He almost lost the girl he loves and she doesn't even know that, actually it's worse, she doesn't feel the same.

After that Randall left, he had a date with Gabrielle, Lilith helped Y/n go to her room upstairs and went to her own, Hamish had to go report everything to Vera, and maybe make out with her, but Jack had nothing to do, so he just set down in the living room and kept thinking about his feeling towards the girl that hated him.

A couple hours passed, it was pretty late now, and Jack got tired of just thinking, it was time to do something about that, even if later he might regret it. So he walked to Y/n's room expecting her to still be awake. Her door was open so he entered the room.

"Wow Morton what are you doing awake? It's pretty late."

Y/n said that in a very cute tone, not the one she usually uses with Jack. The thing is that she had also being thinking about the same thing he had. Y/n realized that the reason why she had been hating him so much lately, was that she actually liked him and was scared to do something about it, so Y/n thought pretending she still hated him like she once did would make her feelings go away. But today when she saw Jack all worried about her, everything changed.

"Don't say anything just let me talk. I don't hate you okay, I once did but not anymore."

Y/n was very confused.

"I like you, not only as a friend. I have been liking you for a couple months now, and I didn't knew how to tell you."

Okay now Y/n was chocked. Was she dreaming? Did the poison actually kill her and now she was seeing things?

"Look I know you hate me and stuff, but today when you almost died I realized I needed to tell you, so well, you know."

Y/n got up from her bed and walked up to Jack.

"You can keep hating me no problem, i-"

"Just shut up and kiss me Morton"

"Wait, what?"

"I like you too asshole"

"For real?"

"Yes"

Y/n and Jack kissed each other with a lot of passion and love. It was a slow and sweet kiss, but a very needed one, after all both of them had been pretending they hated each other for way longer than they should.

After what seamed to be a long time, they finally broke the kiss to breathe, and they couldn't stop smiling, everything was okay now.

"Wow, hm this was pretty nice, but I think you have to rest, I mean, you were stabbed today"

Y/n agreed and Jack started to leave her room, but she stopped him before he could actually leave.

"Can you stay here with me?

"Of course"

Y/n and Jack got into the girl's bed and cuddled. Her head was close to his neck and he was holding her while drawing random things with his finger in her exposed skin.

The room was silent, but there was no need for words, all they needed was each other. Then Jack said something and blushed

"Can you play with my hair please?"

Y/n smiled and nodded. Now her hand was tangled in Morton's hair, both of them were extremely happy.

Time passed and they stayed like this, sometimes Jack would say something about how good that felt and Y/n would laugh saying she loved his hair. That was when she started to feel her eyes closing, she was super tired.

"Thanks for helping me today, and thanks for staying here with me."

Y/n said that in a tired and sweet voice while yawning.

"Anything for you princess."

Jack kissed her forehead and they fell asleep together without a care in the world.

[its-an-obsession]

Hey ya’ll! I’m sure some of you have heard that The Order won’t be returning, I’m so disappointed! This show had so much potential, and not to mention the cliffhanger!!!!! but....... I will be continuing the third season for Taste Of Secrets. I love this show so much that I thought it would be fun! If you have suggestions or ideas, feel free to message me on here or on Wattpad!

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

In Your Arms ~J.M.

A/n: This wasn’t a request that inspired me to write a lot, so I didn’t, but I hope y’all enjoy this sweet little short! It’s been in my drafts way too long and I want to get more of these done so I can get to recent requests :)

Request: “...jack Morton x male reader where the reader is human of the pack and he always sleeps on the couch until the pack comes home. Jack thinks it’s adorable and carries him to his room and maybe they have a sleep talking conversation like reader:“no I have to wait for jack.” Jack:”why” reader:”because I like him”...”

Word Count: 1800+

MASTERLIST

Listen, being a werewolf in a human world is hard enough especially when it comes with a whole new world of secret societies and magic and literal demons and magic and endless rules that you have to learn and oh did I mention ACTUAL MAGIC?

It is exponentially harder when you make things worse by shoving a human into that world.

Y/n didn't have a werewolf ability to defend himself, or heal him when he got hurt. He didn't have magic... which you know thinking about it now, might be a good thing. He'd rather be useless than be part of the Order.

That was the problem though, wasn't it? He had chosen to be useless. That's what he was now.

I mean sure,  he'd read the books Jack had given him enough times to memorize them, and he was getting used to playing doctor. He was also getting really good at helping in small ways. Helping Hamish grade papers, or doing one night of homework for Lilith, or passing some messages around when Randall forgot because he was busy with supernatural stuff. He was great to talk or rant to, and all of the Knights had been utilizing the very nice ability to go off to someone who actually listens. Sure, he had fallen into a habit of taking notes for the Knights in the classes he had with each of them, if they missed. But... that was just school stuff. Sure it took off a lot of the pressure in the long run (a lot more than he probably even realized), but if they died what the fuck did school mater?

When Jack almost died after the whole meltdown with Silverback a while ago, it had really pushed Y/n into gear. He was a lot faster at responding to things; a lot more eager to help; and above all, the single most annoying person ever when it came to asking about going along to showdowns to play backup.

The others simply refused again and again, and, again and again, he would end up sitting in an empty room as he pretended to focus on whatever task he had given himself to kill time before the worry got to him and he just curled up on the couch ad stared at the ceiling. Worry ate him alive for several hours, and then he'd fall asleep. Most of the time because things always went far later than intended, but also sometimes because between being a student, having a job, scrambling to cover for your friends too, and spending several hours emotionally exhausting yourself with unimaginably high stress levels, one simply passes out.

As Y/n's falling asleep became more and more of a habit, things started to get complicated. Because the thing was, he always fell asleep waiting, so he would be in the Den's living room, uncomfortably scrunched on the couch. They'd left him there a few times and he always woke up sore and aching. They'd tried to wake him up a few times and, half delirious, he had overly emotional reactions. After he had broken down into tears at how happy he was to see all of them alive and then been so embarrassed he hadn't talked for three hours the next day in pure shame, they had decided against the waking him up method. Which only left one option: one of them carried him to bed.

Lilith had tried, but the size difference between her and Y/n was big enough that it was jst awkward for her. She was small (even though she'd never admit it). She's end up waking him up, or dropping him, and that was the last thing they wanted.

Hamish had also tried, but he was really awkward and didn't know how to let Y/n get comfortable in his arms while walking around so that he wouldn't wake up, so Y/n often would. Then it would be super awkward as they just stared at each other. Their relationship was too brotherly and rigid to make room for touching it seemed.

Of course Randall had given it a try, and he was actually fairly good at it, but as much as he was big enough to actually carry Y/n, and at ease enough to let Y/n stay asleep, he wasn't good at maneuvering, which often left him pinned under Y/n when he actually put the sleeping boy to bed. Which lead to a lot of them cuddling. Which, while that was chill and platonic and fun and stuff, made Jack super jealous.

Oh yeah, Jack had a HUGE crush on Y/n, so it only felt right that eventually everyone left it up to Jack to take Y/n to bed. He could pick Y/n up, carry him to bed, and put him in an actual bed without any problem.  Y/n didn't know this was happening. He had gotten used to everyone taking turns carrying him to bed, and they hadn't said anything so he assumed they'd just gotten better at it.

That's probably why on one particular night, he didn't simply assume that he was talking to Jack when he was picked up and began to be carried to bed.

That night was different, because Jack and Y/n had plans to study. Jack had an important test the next day and he and Y/n had the class in common, so Y/n had volunteered to stay up a little later to go through what Jack had missed. It had gotten derailed when Jack had been called away for Knight business, but Y/n had only written it off and told Jack that he'd still be there when it was over and they could continue if Jack was up for it. Unfortunately, it was one of the really time consuming ones, and Jack didn't get back until well into the night.

Dutifully, Y/n was asleep on the couch. His face was contorted oddly. Even asleep, the couch was uncomfortable enough to leave him with a permanent frown, even if it was soft since he was asleep. Jack wasn't surprised though - the couch was so small it barely fit two people on a good day, so sleeping on it was not a fun time.

Considering all of that, Jack thought it incredibly adorable that Y/n found a way to fall asleep on it anyway. They had told him a hundred times to just go to sleep in his bed, but he had refused time and time again. He had insisted that he needed to be as accessible as possible if nything went wrong. If they needed him, he had to be close. He insisted that it was best to be on the couch, and had sworn that he was trying to get into the habit of not falling asleep. But he always did, and he always ended up in the exact same situation. Not that Jack minded. It gave him a prime moment to hold his crush.

He scooped Y/n up now, smiling as the sleepy boy's head fell on Jack's chest. He sucked in a small breath but then settled. Jack chuckled to himself as Y/n pressed his nose into Jack's shirt, burying his face to get closer to the closest source of warmth since he didn't have a blanket. Jack began to carrying him to the stairs to head upstairs, but was stopped when Y/n's foot caught just a second on the doorframe. See, earlier Jack had hurt his arm. Due to werewolf healing it was almost fine, but it was still quite sore, and the tug on his shoulder when Y/n's ankle caught on the wall, forcing his leg into Jack's shoulder... Well it wasn't a big enough pain to make him drop Y/n or shout or anything, but it was enough to startle Y/n just a little bit awake.

"Wh- what?" Y/n mumbled, blinking heavy eyelids as he tried to look around. Jack winced, feeling guilt rise. "What happened? What did I miss?" His words were slurred, and it was obvious that he was barely conscious.

"Nothing," Jack reassured, hoping Y/n would just go back to sleep. If he knew Jack was there he would insist on staying up and helping. It would be nice and much appreciated - since Jack really did need help - but more than Jack needed help, Y/n needed sleep. He had been crashing on the couch for a reason; he was exhausted.

So Jack immediately rushed to soothe, "Nothing happened, just hit your foot on the wall by accident. Go back to sleep."

Y/n huffed, a whine in his voice when he argued, "No put me back." Jack tried to swallow a smile. It was adorable seeing a sleepy, whiny Y/n and that on top of his sleepy voice that was low and grumbly and kept cracking and having the boy in his arms, Jack was having a hard time not feeling a bit giddy.

He tried to keep his head on a little longer though. He needed to get Y/n to bed. "And why do you NEED to go to bed?" He teased lightly.

"I have to wait for Jack," Y/n mumbled, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. "We have plans."

Jack's smile turned warm. He thought about telling he who he was, but if he did then he'd NEVER get Y/n to sleep, so he decided to lean into the misconception that he was no in fact himself. "Jack will understand. It's late, you need to sleep."

"No," Y/n insisted with a firmer voice. He tried to struggle, but it was genuinely so pathetic that only a few seconds later he was still.

It made Jack wonder what Y/n was so desperate for though. "Why not?"

"He has a test tomorrow," Y/n explained with a soft irritation. "He needs help."

"You don't have to help him," Jack reminded softly, feeling suddenly guilty for some reason. Had he made Y/n feel obligated to help him?

"No I don't," Y/m agreed. "But I want to."

"Want to what?" Jack joked. "Stay away with a loser like him and lose sleep you need?" He had reached the top of the stairs now, and was headed to Y/n's door.

Y/n just rolled his eyes. "He's not a loser, but he does need help, and I can sacrifice a little sleep to help him with something he really needs. Making small sacrifices liek that is just what you do when you love someone."

Jack froze. WHAT?

When it was quiet for a long stretch of time, Y/n finally succumbed to the tiredness and his soft snores vibrated against Jack's chest. He cleared his throat and shook his head, opening the door and putting Y/n to bed. When he left the room, closing the door behind him, he came out with the biggest fucking grin he had ever worn.

Y/n like him back.

They had a lot to talk about tomorrow, and none of it had anything to do with a stupid test Jack no longer remembered. Because he loved Y/n too, and that's all he could think about right now.

Sorry Miss Styne.

[lomlmarvel]

It’ll Always Be You II

Randall Carpio x fem!Reader Series

Part Two [Part One]

For the past few hours, you had been catching up on some reading. There wasn't much to do since classes hadn't begun yet. Hamish was getting ready for his first day of class by looking over his scheduling log and re-reading the material he was going to cover the first day. You felt like you didn't even need to attend his first class since you had heard him repeat his speech a dozen times in the past hour.

Lilith had gone to the store to buy groceries and toiletries. She returned and left again to go on a run. The den was quiet, other than Hamish's muttering in the corner of the room as he rehearsed his speech again. He had been making drinks in between and offering them to you while he practiced his speech. You had taken a few, but you could feel the alcohol start to intoxicate your body, and you didn't want to get drunk the day before classes began.

You didn't want to be drunk if Randall came back to the den and wanted to talk to you about what had happened earlier. Honestly, you hadn't stopped thinking about it since it had happened. Why did he keep leaning in if he was going to back out last second? Did he even mean to lean in, or did he even realize it? Did he have feelings for you? Did he know about your feelings towards him?

Your mind was buzzed with all the possibilities as to why Randall leaned in and why he pulled away quickly. Part of you had hoped that it was a mistake and that it meant the two of you would remain friends forever. But the other part hoped that he was as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You took another large gulp of the alcoholic beverage that Hamish had prepared for you. It had been placed in your hand for the last 10 minutes, but your thoughts had been so busy with Randall that you had forgotten it was there. It was the afternoon, Randall should've been done with doing the last tour and checking in with everyone. He should've been at the den by now. That's if he decided to sleep in his room at the den. Maybe he decided to stay at his dorm to help the freshmen settle in their first night.

 It sucked, knowing this would be the busiest time of year for Randall. It meant you would have to deal with all the Order newbies with Hamish and Lilith, not that they weren't good company, but you preferred to be with Randall.

"What's wrong?" Hamish called out to you. He had been watching you for the past few minutes, seeing as you harbored the alcoholic beverage in your hand. You would usually take it all in one sip, but this time was different. He knew something was up when you showed up at the den by yourself and without Randall. The two of you were always together, even when Randall had to be working. 

"Nothing. Just tired of reading 'Hamlet' again. I finished 'Ready Player One' a couple of days ago, so this is the only book I have left," You replied, lifting the old cover of 'Hamlet' that was in your hands.

"You can get started on the philosophy readings you have to do--" Hamish started, but you cut him off.

"No, thanks. I have one day of summer left, and I do not want to spend it doing homework," You stated. Hamish smiled at you, placing his lesson plan on the table and walking over to you on the couch. 

"First off, Professor Krowchuk is thinking of adding three more books to the lesson plan, so you might want to rethink starting your reading now. Secondly, I know something happened with Randall," Hamish commented. You sat up from laying down and faced Hamish's concerned expression.

"C'mon, you can tell me," He softly said. He placed his hand over yours, and you smiled at him sweetly. 

"It's just--We were out by the tree earlier, and we were talking. I mentioned how I got into Krowchuk's class and when I turned to look at him, I didn't realize how close we actually were. I guess he didn't realize it either, but he wasn't pulling away. I figured I was finally going to shoot my shot and kiss Randall," You told Hamish, explaining what had been on your mind for the past few hours. Hamish stared wide-eyed at you, waiting for you to continue telling the story.

"And..."

"And, I started to lean in, because I thought he wanted to kiss me too, but then last second he pulled away. Pulled away, as in, he literally jumped two feet away from me to put distance between us. He got all weird, started packing up, and made some lame excuse about going back to the dorms. So I came here," You said, shrugging your shoulders at the memory. 

"Maybe he was just scared?" Hamish asked. You sent him a glare.

"It's Randall. He's not scared of shit."

"Look, maybe he just got nervous. Don't give up on him or yourself. Shoot your shot if he won't do it first," Hamish advised. You nodded and set your book down. 

"Thanks, Hamish." You pulled him in for a hug. When you pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw a text from Jack.

Meet me at the Blade and Chalice for a drink? It's on me :) 

Oh, by the way, Randall's coming too

You showed Hamish the screen, and he shrugged. 

"Shoot your shot," He replied. You stood up and grabbed your sweater as you made your way to the door. 

When you arrived at the B&C, the two guys were sitting at a table with two beers in front of them. Randall immediately made eye contact with you the second you stepped into the room, but quickly avoided your gaze until you stood two feet from them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jack greeted you. You smiled and took the seat in the middle.

“How was orientation?” You asked. Grabbing what you assumed to be Randall’s beer and took a sip out of it. He stared at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

“Let me get you a drink. I promised I would,” Jack said, watching you set the bottle back down in front of Randall.

“No, it’s fine. Randall doesn’t mind, we share beers all the time,” You responded. Jack turned to look at Randall, who nodded in return. He gave you a look before answering your question.

“It was fine. Didn’t really need to have a tour. You know Pete would talk about it all the time, I have like a mental snapshot of the map”

“He was rejected by his tour guide,” Randall cut in after Jack. You stared back at Jack, who rolled his eyes.

“I’m not interested in her,” Jack replied. His attention fell to the corner of the room where a posse of freshmen was seated.

“You into him or her? Or the other him?” Randall asked Jack, bumping his shoulders. You leaned over the table and punched Randall in the arm.

“Ouch!” Before you could respond to Randall, Jack cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What do you know about the Hermetic Order of The Blue Rose?” He asked. You looked at Randall, smirked, and turned back to Jack.

“It’s a crock of shit,” You stated. Randall agreed and discreetly pulled your chair closer to his. You turned your head to catch Randall leaning next to you, with his stare already on you. You sent him a small smile, which he returned.

“I think they may have been recruited, and I’m trying to figure out what they have in common.”

“Besides being...” Randall asked.

“Elitist assholes?,” You replied to Randall, causing him to chuckle.

“Hey, a lot of good people are members. Michelle Obama, Warren Buffett, Oprah,” Jack defended himself. You gave him a serious look and heard Randall shuffle next to you. You turned around, and he was starting to talk.  Did he move his chair so the two of you would be touching legs?

“You know who’s also supposed to be members? Bad people, like Benito Mussolini, George W. Bush. Oprah,” Randall said. He glanced at you and noticed you staring at him.

“For people that don’t believe, you two sure know a lot about them,” Jack observed. You turned away from Randall’s stare.

“Randall’s Wikipedia smart, and I’m just the unfortunate one who listens to him talk all day,” you started. Randall softly kicked your foot with his. “Look, even if they do exist... I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

Jack gave you a glare and took a sip of his beer. “Why is that,” he asked, a hint of hurt in his tone.

“They want sheep, and from what I remember, you’ve got a mind of your own,” you replied. Jack nodded and raised his bottle to you.

“Well, who wouldn’t want unlimited power?” Jack commented. The three of you looked at each other and nodded.

“I have to do something, so I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Jack said as he looked at you. You nodded and pulled him in for a hug.

“I’ll see you later. Thanks for the beer, Randall,” Jack said, turning to the dark-haired male next to you.

“See you around,” Randall replied. The two of you watched as Jack walked out of the bar. An awkward silence settled as you turned to look at each other. You weren’t sure whether to bring up what had happened a few hours ago or pretend that it never happened.

“So, Jack seems real--”

“Hey, sorry about earlier-”

You and Randall stared at each other, cutting each other off. Neither of you said a word, you kept looking into each other’s eyes. 

“About earlier, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Randall was the first to talk. “I’ve been thrown off this entire week for some reason, and I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re my best friend, and I guess I just got caught up in the moment,” Randall stated. You felt your heart fall, and your throat tighten. You wanted to cry, but you kept in your tears. It was just like how you had thought, he never had feelings for you. 

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It’s the beginning of the school year, we’ve got a lot of pressure. I don’t blame you,” You lied, placing your hand on his arm. He looked down at your hand and smiled. 

“C’mon, let’s go back to the den. I have a feeling these assholes are gonna start using bad magic soon,” you said. Randall nodded and laid a $20 bill on the table. The two of you got up and made your way out. 

-

The next two weeks were stressful for everyone.  Jack had managed to get involved with the Order, but you only found out because Randall had told you. Randall and Lilith had been hunting down this thing that was killing pledges. Hamish had been busy with his class, and you had been busy helping Lilith and Randall figure out what the creature was. You had found some books in the basement, but Randall said it would be quicker to just search on Google. Being how you were so in love with him (and majorly because you didn’t want to read all those old books), you followed his direction.

With Randall, the two of you had gotten back into your regular routine. It was as if nothing had happened. You never revealed that you did, in fact, have feelings for him, but since he clearly didn’t have any for you, you decided to not say anything. You treasured your friendship too much to risk losing it.

However, things got interesting one day. You had gotten back from your last class of the day and started prepping snacks for the movie night you and the Knights would be having. Yet, when you arrived, the front door was swung open. You entered the living room and began scanning the rooms. But a particular smell led you to the basement. There, you found ripped up clothes. You searched for a wallet and saw that it belonged to the one and only Jack Morton. You immediately called everyone else and went out to search for the newly-turned werewolf.

[ninimackbrews]

Knights and Kisses

Warnings: very, Very, VERY light sexual themes

Pairing: Hamish Duke x Reader, Lilith Bathory x Reader, Randall Carpio x Reader, Jack Morton x Reader

Hamish Duke: 

Hamish loved to kiss your temple or your wrists. To him they are both highly sensitive and important areas. On days where you’d both be out around campus or taking a walk, he would pull you into his side and plant a light kiss right on your temple. This would also happen if you were standing making him a drink, which was hardly ever, but it did occur once or twice. If you both were just laying in bed or watching tv, it was often you would be holding hands and he you bring them up to his lips and let his lips ghost over the pulse point of your wrist. 

You, on the other hand, loved to roll up on your toes and place kisses on his perfectly crafted jawline. Your height, in this case, was an advantage and allowed you to do this whenever you pleased. This tended to happen when the two of you were at the bar or in the den just alone together. Once you had been sitting watching a movie in the den and felt the urge to just kiss him there so you did. He had looked at you a little surprised at the random action but his words made you giggle.

“Do it again.”

Lilith Bathory:

Lilith would kiss your jaw all day just to hear you giggle and say it tickled. She loved let her lips peck your jawline as she left a room. She loved to be laying in bed and trace her lips from yours down your jaw and kiss behind your ear. There was something intimate about the whole thing to her. You and her were out at the bar once with the others and suddenly a drink came to the table, the bartender saying it was from a guy in the back booth. This of course didn’t sit well with Lilith so she leaned up and kissed your jaw, and trailed her lips to your ear and nibbled a bit. This action made you turn red with blush, but the guy got the message and looked a way from the two of you. 

Just as Lilith, you had a knack for the intimate. Of course kissing her lips were a favorite of yours, but like her you enjoyed to hear her giggle or sigh, and the one place you found enticed this reaction was was her ear, the shell of her ear that is. No matter how many times you did it, it would bring chills to Lilith’s skin and cause her to giggle. 

“Y/n, you know how much that tickles.”

Randall Carpio:

Kissing Randall was more than just kissing, it was true connection. That is cliche, but it is true. Kissing him was like the two of you becoming one, and nothing was really off limits. You were more mindful of PDA, but Randall? No. The man doesn’t care about others seeing anything. He loved to kiss your lips so that was what he was going to do no matter where you two were. A peck goodbye in the dorm building turned into two, then three, then a full blown make out outside Jack’s dorm, where you all had been previously. Of course Jack had to interrupt. But the fact of the matter is, is when presented the opportunity, Randall would kiss your lips.  

You were more PDA aware and would keep the public make outs to a minimum. Your preferred way of showing your affection with kisses was to kiss Randall’s cheek. This was a daily occurrence and sometimes multiple times a day. You loved to see him on campus and plant a kiss on his cheek and walk away. It riled him up. He loved the action because you were giving him just enough, but it made him want more, due to the close proximity to his mouth. 

“Do it again and I’ll french you right here in the quad.”

Jack Morton: 

Jack’s favorite spot to kiss you was on your forehead. The was a tenderness behind it that Jack didn’t use with other people. Just you. He would wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips to the center of your forehead, mumble something you never understood and just hold you. When he was in a rush though, he would sometimes kiss you so hard he would hurt himself. 

You loved to embarrass Jack, and it happened more often than not. Though he was kind of difficult to embarrass. Multiple times you tired and failed, but one day you had been sitting in the Den, your legs over Jack’s lap. You brushed his hair away from his face and leaned in kissing down his face till you settled below his ear and further down his neck. This elicited a sound you had never heard him make before, but you loved it. if he had know that Hamish and Randall had just come in the door he never would have been so vocal, but at the sound of their giggles like children he turned red as a tomato. From then on it was something you just loved to do, and you would kiss his neck all the time, sometimes not even trying to embarrass him, but just to feel him close. It never failed though, at some point he would make noise.

“Y/n, I can’t be caught moaning like that again, its embarrassing as hell.”

[willddheartt]

Being a Good Friend | Randall Carpio

Summary: Randall has a plan to make the stupid jock you’re talking to Jealous, but something more comes out of it.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

“Man, guys suck,” You sighed as you flopped down onto the couch in the packhouse  “Hey,” Randall and Hamish said in unison  “No, she’s right,” Lilith said, taking one of the drinks Hamish had poured and sat across from you in the armchair.

“Boy problems?” Hamish asked with a sly smirk You replied, shaking your head, “You don’t even know,”  “Trust me, it’s not worth it,” Lilith said, taking a sip of the cocktail. 

“Thanks,” You mumbled to Randall after taking the glass from his hand, he picked your feet up from the couch and sat down before letting you place them in his lap.  “I just don’t get why guys will lead you on and act like they’re interested then turn around and completely ghost you,” You sighed angrily after taking a sip of the delicious cocktail Hamish mixed.  “You’re probably better off without the douche nozzle,” Lilith nodded, “Who was it anyway?” “Some Bradley Taylor, I met at a party,” You shrugged  “Two first names,” Randall cringed,  “you already know he’s bad news,”  “Wait, really?” You asked surprised, “Was this just something people failed to tell me?”  “Well, there no real proof behind it, but from experience,” The dark-haired boy said, trailing off when you nodded.  “The fucker left one of his shirts in my dorm, any of you want it? Otherwise, I’m chucking it,” You looked around the room at the wolves. 

“So you still have his shirt?” Randall asked, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.  You nodded slowly, “Why?” “Do you want to make him jealous?” He asked  “I guess,” You shrugged.  “Okay,” Randall nodded, jumping up from the couch, almost making you roll off when he threw your feet from his lap, “C’mon, I got an idea,”  He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the front door. 

-

“Okay, do you want to explain to me what we’re doing now?” You asked, once Randall had dragged you inside your dorm room  “Wheres his shirt?” He asked, instead of answering your question, you pointed to the back of the chair at your desk. Immediately after spotting it Randall pulled his shirt off.  “Woah,” You laughed, “Care to share this brilliant idea with the group?” You watched as he shrugged on the plaid shirt  “He’s got two first names, he’s a total tool. Seeing another guy in his shirt, in your room will damage his ego, and he’ll text you back in no time,” Randall smiled  “That’s just so crazy it might work,” You said  Randall nodded, “Now put your photography major to use and get your camera.”

You directed Randall into different poses to make the photos look more natural, and you snapped the photos with your phone to make them seem like you were just hanging out. The one money shot was one that was Randall’s idea. He laid down on your bed, leaving the shirt unbuttoned to show his toned abdomen, and he had you straddle his hips and snap a photo from there. You quickly edited the photo slightly, just doing some slight colour correction and light adjustments, and posted it to your social media. 

“Perfect,” Randall smiled when he saw your post in his feed, “He’ll definitely be crawling back to you in no time,” He gave you a hug from behind, leaning down over the back of the chair.  “Fingers crossed,” You sighed, leaning back into his arms.  “And if he doesn’t, Lilith will kill him,” He shrugged  “We don’t have to go that far but the thought is what counts,” You chuckled, spilling your chair around. 

You didn’t realize how close Randall was until you spun around, seeing him face to face. You were close enough to feel his breath on your face, and you froze. You didn’t know what to do, part of you wanted to pull away before either of you noticed and brush it off but another part of you, the nagging part, told you to lean in and connect your lips. Without realizing it you were leaning in when Randall didn’t move or pull back, you made the final move. Pressing your lips together softly, but pulling away quickly. 

Your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes fluttered open. Without saying anything Randal leaned forward this time, locking your lips together again for a longer and harder kiss. He sat down on your bed, pulling you out of the chair with him to your bed, without breaking the kiss. Your hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around the back of his neck and one tangled in his hair before pulling away. 

“Woah,” You whispered, out of breath.  “Yeah,” Randall agreed, still holding you close.  “Shit,” He shook his head, his grip around your waist loosening, “What about Bradley?”  “We’re not a thing or anything,” You shrugged, “we were just messing around,” “So you’re not gonna tell him?” Randall asked You shook your head, “He and I aren’t together and I don’t need to disclose anything to him,”  “Okay,” Randall nodded, “How jealous do you want to make him exactly?” He asked 

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“Holy shit what exactly did you guys do?” Lilith asked the next day when you and Randall walked into the packhouse  “That is classified information, Lil,” Randall smiled  “It’s not that classified,” Hamish mumbled 

You felt all eyes on you, their burning stares making you pull the hood of your hoodie up and pull the strings tight.  “It’s that bad?” You asked, sitting on the couch  “Oh yeah,” Lilith nodded, “No, it’s not that bad,” Randall said at the same time.  “It’s pretty bad,” Hamish said  “If this doesn’t make Bradley even a little jealous, I’m kicking your ass into next week Carpio” You mumbled  “I think what you’re looking for is, Thank you, but I’ll accept that,” 

Last night you both got a little carried away. You didn’t notice the damage he’d done to you until it already happened. The marks that littered your neck with the post on your socials was enough evidence for people to say you fucked Randall, but that’s not at all what happened. Nothing went past second base.  You weren’t sure what that meant for the two of you or what that now meant for Bradley and you if he ever messaged you back. But Bradley seemed to only be a distant thought in your mind since you first kissed Randall, now all you could think about was his lips on yours. At first, you thought he was just being a good friend by helping you create a trap that would bring the dumb jock back to you, but couldn’t help wondering if something more extended when you kissed.

You were happy to see Randall’s plan had worked later that evening when you got a text from Bradley, asking if you wanted to hangout. But you surprised yourself when you turned him down, you went through all the trouble to make him jealous but now he didn’t seem to matter to you. 

“Hey,” You said quietly as you leaned against Randall’s door frame  “Hey,” The boy smiled when he looked up from his book and saw you. “So did, Bradley, message you yet?” Randall found himself asking even though he didn’t want to know the answer.  “Yeah,” You nodded, “Asked if I wanted to hang tonight,”  “And you said?”  “Turned him down,” You chuckled to yourself  “Oh,” He nodded, looking back to his book.

You walked in and sat at the foot of Randall’s bed, looking around.  “You still have those?” You asked, pointing to the strip of photo booth photos that were ripped in half.  “Of course,” He nodded, “Do you have yours?”  You nodded. 

“Last night,” You blurted, feeling the elephant enter the room. Randall closed his book and slid it aside, moving to sit by you on the edge of the bed.  “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I’m not even one hundred percent sure why I kissed you,” He shook his head.  “Oh,” You mumbled, “I wasn’t sure why I kissed you either but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since,” You refused to look up from where your eyes locked onto the floor, not wanting to see his reaction “So you didn’t mind it?” He asked, almost in disbelief  “No,” You shook your head, “I would have stopped you if I didn’t like it,” You mumbled, “Didn’t you like it?” You asked, looking up from the floor, meeting his brown eyes   “No,” Randall shook his head, “Well I mean, no I didn’t mind, yes I liked it,” He said quickly, making you chuckle.  “I don’t know much, Randall,” You started, “But I felt more with you last night that I did with Bradley anytime. And I get it if it’s not the same for you but if I don’t tell you now, I probably never will.” You sighed, “I know we started out as friends but I’ve been seeing you differently, but I never thought I would tell you because I don’t want to ruin anything,” You rambled out, but getting stopped by Randall kissing you softly. He pulled away leaving you speechless. 

“Does that answer your question?” He asked, with a smirk You opened and closed your mouth a few times but couldn’t come up with anything to say. 

“I’m not saying we have to become something more than what we have now, but I’m also not saying that I’ll shut it down, you can choose,” Randall said, his hand resting on your knee You nodded, “I won’t stop it either but I don’t know what I want to come from this,” You said, “With that said, I also won’t shut it down if something does happen,” You smirked. You pulled Randall closer by his shoulders and kissed him once more.

[takemetobelgrave]

My goal is to contribute greatly to the very small amount of fanfiction there is in this fandom. I’m already working on 9 different dialogue prompts to start off with then as I go I’ll start doing one shots and full imagines and stuff. Fingers crossed that I achieve my goal and you guys like what I write 🙏😊

[knights-of-saint-christopher]

Saved Your Life! ~ Reader X Randall Carpio

2. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

14. “Just leave me alone!”

66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

Today had sucked! You failed an exam, lost your dorm key, and were thirty minutes late to a job interview. Pretty sure it was safe to say you didn’t get the job. To top it all off you failed your final test, meaning you no longer had a chance of getting into The Order. The order had meant a great deal to you. Your mother and father were both apart of the order during their time at Belgrave. You grew up hearing stories of magic and adventure, and made a promise to yourself that your life would be filled with the same... to bad you had a habit of breaking promises to your self.

Flopping on to a bar stool at the campus pub, you quickly ordered a drink before looking around. The place was dead. Granted it was a Tuesday night. Only a few people lingered, most of which were studying or working. As you sat there sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but relive the events of the day... and god did in suck. This day truly couldn’t get any worse. You were snapped out of your train of thought by the bartender calling the attention of the pub.

“Hey, listen up!” The large man Hollered. “I just got off the phone with Belgrave admin. There’s supposed to be a huge storm bound to hit this area in a few hours. We don’t want any of you kids roaming around in high wind speeds, so you have been advised to go back to your dorms for the remainder of the evening.”

“Great!” You whisper softly to yourself. Sighing you stood up, slapping a five on the counter before making your way towards the door alongside the other students all hoping to get back before the storm picks up. It was along walk back to your dorm, it’s was dark and cold, and at this moment you would at her be literally anywhere else. You reached in your pocket in hopes of grabbing your phone to check the time, but it was empty, panicking slightly you checked your other pocket before concluding that you must have left it at the pub.

“Are you kidding me right now!” You growl before turning around. At this point you just wanted to cry, absolutely nothing was going alright. When you got to the pub, you notice a boy a little older than you standing close to the wall of the pub building, holding your phone in his right hand. As you got closer you recognized the boy. He was your R.A Randall. Sheepishly you made you way towards the boy, catching his attention as you stopped in front of him.

“First your dorm key, now your phone.” Randall smirked tossing you your phone. Your cheeks began to heat up slightly in embarrassment.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day. Sorry for bothering you.” You say quickly before turning to walk away.

“Hey. I never said you were bothering me. How about I walk you back to the dorm. I’m heading there anyway.” You thought about it for a second before shaking your head.

“Thanks, but I kind of just wanna be alone tonight.”

“Huh. But what kind of R.A would I be if I let you walk home... all alone... in the dark?”

“Maybe a normal one?” You reply, starting to get annoyed at the boys stubbornness.

“Normal is boring. Now come on... we should get back before the storm picks up.” Randall says, before walking in the direction of your dorms. Rolling your eyes you follow him, knowing that at this point you didn’t really have a choice. If it was any other day you would probably have been thrilled to have Randall offer to walk you home, he was funny, charming, and cute, but as you have known from previous meetings Randall is quite chatty, and in the moment you just weren’t in the mood. You trailed slowly behind Randall as he rambled on about whatever he was talking about, trying to toon out as much noise as you possibly could. You watched your feet as you walked along only stopping when you heard Randall suddenly become silent.

“Did you hear that?” Randall whispered turning towards you. Lifting your head up your eyes meet his.

“Hear what?” You whisper back, concerned by Randall’s sudden change in character. A large snap coming from inside the bushes caused both you and Randall to jump.

“That.” Randall said positioning himself slightly in front of you. Another snap echoed throughout the empty streets. Grabbing Randall’s arm you began to try and pull him way from the source of the noise.

“Come on Randall. Let’s just go...” The bushes raddled in front of you and Randall. Before you could blink a fuigure lunged out of the bushes and straight towards you. You flinched back expecting to be attacked, but the attack never came. Opening your eyes you see a member of The Order laying on the ground, what looked to be a wolf standing over them. The sight of blood pouring out of the cloaked fuigure made you feel sick. Slowly backing way from the terrifying scene in front of you, you accidentally step on a stick. As a loud crack sounded out under the weight of your body, the creatures head snapped towards you. Your life flashed before your eyes. You knew there was no pint in running. The creature was twice your size, and could easily catch up. Tears poured from your eyes as the creature slowly approached you. Only stopping about an inch from your face. You starred into its soft brown eyes suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity. Almost within the blink of an eye the creature shrunk down, and transformed into a boy... blinking in disbelief, as the beast The was in front of you mere seconds ago was replaced with your dorky R.A.

“Y/N. Listen, I know that was a lot to take in but I need you to tell me why your being hunted by The Order.” Randall says grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Shock and fear continue to flow through your body, your eyes still focused on the dead body that laid a few feet from you.

“You... But... I, He’s dead! You killed him.He-”

“Tried to kill you?!” Randall interrupted trying his best to calm you down.

“Still, he was a human being. With a family and a life and you don’t even care! You transform in to a... I don’t even know? A fucking bear, kill a guy and then act as if nothing matters?” Randall opened his mouth to say something but it was your turn to cut him off. “No! You know what, just leave me alone!” You yell before turning to walk way.

“First of all a bear? Really? I’m a werewolf. Second, you should be nice to me, I just saved your life! Third I’m not letting you go until you tell me why the order is on your ass!” Sighing you turned around to face Randall.

“I had an opportunity to become a part in of the order, but I fail the final test. I don’t know anything else okay?!” Randall nodded in response “look I’m sorry for yelling. I just, guess I’m confused, in shock maybe?”

“That’s understandable. I’m sorry for killing that guy, didn’t really mean to... kinda just happened.” You chuckle awkwardly looking between Randall and the body.

“Soooo. You’re a werewolf then?”

“Yup!” Randall replies.

“That’s... well I guess that’s pretty cool.” Randall smiled wide at your unexpected response. He nuged your shoulder softly before talking.

“You know what else would be pretty cool?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“If you’d go out with me... maybe Friday?”

“Hmmm... I’d love to.”

“Haha. Perfect it’s a date then. We should probably get back though, the storms starting to pick up.” You nod, and both you and Randall begin your walk back.

“Wait!” You say stopping suddenly. “Is anyone gonna acknowledges the fact that you’re naked.” You say cheeks beginning to heat up.

“Don’t worry, it’s a wolf thing. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” Randall says winking at you, before continuing the walk. You chuckled softly to your self. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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Heyy guys! Hope you liked it. Thank you so much for reading, and a huge thank you to @dopetacofirepanda for the request. If you have a request, for any character or ship from the order, just let me know and I’ll be happy to write it for you.

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