#jack is adorable

[the-wintershade]

cold branches and warm sighs

pairing: jack russell x reader  summary: transformations are exhausting for Jack, but you’re always there to find him and keep him safe wc: 1.0k+  genre: worrying, sweet, comfort, sleepy warnings: jack’s cuteness, honestly a/n: hi loves! happy early halloween! this mcu short was so well done! i loved every moment of it!

“Jack!” Gunshots fizzed and sparkled in the cold air. Your feet crunched against the leaves and frost. “Jack! Where are you?”

Ted pounded over to your camp scared and white-eyed. It didn’t take many grunts and huffs from you to get the picture. Hunters, again. 

The branches rustled in agitation, and they scratched against your skin, drawing angry welts. Your hurried breaths frosted into white clouds. The sleepy blue dawn threatened to spill through the trees.

It would be moments until Jack changed back if he hadn’t already. More leaves split apart as you tore through the trees.

“Jack! Answer me!” The flashes of the guns were getting closer now, emissions floating in the air colored orange and red. You stopped, splaying your hand against a nearby tree to steady yourself. 

You wouldn’t be able to hear him if you kept running like this. If you stopped, maybe you’d hear a grow or a stumbling. The leaves and wind grew hushed. The clang of the hunter’s gear shot through the quiet, but just beyond, just out of reach, there were discombobulated steps. It had to be Jack.

More controlled this time, you moved over, the leaves parting instead of flying away from your feet. It was so dark he was hard to spot. Every patch of blackness could be tree or a bundle of branches.

Then you found one that moved. A voice, tired and cracked trickled through the dark. “Mi vida?”

Your stomach unfurled. You almost fell into him, crushing him against your body, arms around his neck. His forearms dug into your back, curling you against his chest, his cold nose brushing against your exposed neck. Your warm sighs tickled each other’s cheeks in sync.

He must have just turned back. All he had was a blanket, thin and scratchy. As he hugged you, he wrapped it around your back, drawing you into his warmth as much as he could.

Your shaky arms slowly loosened from his neck and you smoothed them against his upper arms. “You okay?” Your eyes searched his tired expression.

“I’m alright. Just a little tired.” His eyes drooped in tandem with his words. Then he started to fall, leaning into your chest. Your arms wrapped around his torso to catch him. “Just need to rest.”

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, the golden sparks of the weapons were getting closer, red twinkles from enchanted whips and daggers. You couldn’t stay here. Every moment put the both of you in danger of people that are a lot less forgiving than the dark, looming trees. The only thing they could do was intimate you.

Except for Ted. Ted could incinerate people. You had plenty of people behind you for him to become acquainted with.

You angled Jack so your hips were aligned, curling an arm around his middle to pull him forward. His legs were slow to cooperate but your determination more than made up for it. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

…

“Hey,” you smoothed your hand through his tussled hair. He began to stir, humming and squeezing you closer. His head rested near your neck, right where he always liked it. His arms rested around your center and his chest was half pressed against your torso. 

By the time you’d gotten back to camp, he’d nearly collapsed, half from the exhaustion from the transformation and from avoiding the hunters chasing the wolf. You’d had to lay him down, tucking him under the blankets and breaking some heating pads to life.

He dressed when he felt some life in his bones again, sleepily slugging into his pants and shirt. You just returned from giving Ted a hot mug of coffee, refueling him for getting the hunters off your trail. You’d make sure to go later in the morning with him to help clean up the evidence.

Just as you pushed the flap to the tent open, he rolled over to face you, a soft smile on his face. “Come here,” he freed an arm from his blanket to hold out to you. 

He was asleep a few moments later, mumbling his thanks and affection. You pressed an I love you into his scalp, thankful he was back in your arms again.

Now, his eyes peeled open, a contented hum slipping from his lips. “Good morning,” he grinned. He shifted higher so you could rest against his chest, rolling over so he lay beneath you. “How’d you sleep, amor.”

Snuggling against him, you breathed in the leaves and cold air still stuck to his clothes. There was something warmer and deeper there too; it was uniquely his. He said the same thing about you when he woke up in the mornings. He loved holding you close enough to memorize your scent. He wanted to keep it near him so he wouldn’t forget when he changed.

“Better now that you’ve gotten some rest.” His answering kiss to your crown sent a flare up your spine and warm jelly to spread through your core. 

“How’s Ted?” His voice rumbled against your ears.

“He’s alright. He was worried about the hunters before. He thought they were getting close to where we were.” You could still see Ted’s wide-open eyes and rushed strides.

Jack frowned, holding you against him tighter. “I hope I didn’t scare him. I was trying to lead them away before I got close to transforming.”

“I’m sure he knows. He sent your knight in shining armor after you anyway,” you smirked, watching his eyes light up in amusement.

“Oh, amor, I see you take your responsibilities seriously.”

“I always do. It’s you we’re talking about.”

He didn’t answer, but his growing smile answered for him. His lips parted as he brought a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to touch foreheads and then gently eager lips. His kiss was soft and smooth but you deepened it, pressing your worry away with your lips.

As you broke apart, he trailed a pinky down your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face. “Thank you,” he sighed, a peaceful look in his eye.

“I love you too,” you hummed. He giggled.

[sunnys-day]

Dean: *walking into a fake spider web* the hell?

Sam: *noticing all the decorations s* you know what this means?

Dean: *looking around* oh no

Sam: afraid so

Dean: Nonono...KERES!

Keres: *from the library* SPOOKY SEASON IS HERE BITCHES!

Dean: IT'S AUGUST!

Keres: THIS IS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN!

Jack: *singing to himself* Halloween, Halloween...*humming*

Dean:

[diangelosdays]

i may be a little obsessed with wesper

[heavenlyhischier]

i love this video of them so much 🥹

[thedramaticduke]

Disney: Yeah, sorryy, we don't know how to make villains without queercoding them and people didn't like the twist-villains, so we stopped making them alltogether :( I hope you like 3593 intergenerational family-traumas!

Dreamworks, while creating not one, not two, but three amazing villains: Pathetic

[taee]

Unboxing 'Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition)' with Taehyung

[satoshy12]

Zombie World Isekai

Nightwing, Barbara, Zombies, Danny, Jazz

Dick and Barbara woke up in this new place. It looked like a movie they watched with the zombies.

And both weren't even summoned to the same place.

That was why Dick was traveling with the young, red-haired girl. Who told him she was a "bat-girl"? Who uses a bat to beat up the zombies? He has to give it to her; she is very capable, and the man was hurt as the criminal attacked them.

For

Barbara was more simple; the young boy with her tried to protect her all the time. Something about making sure she is okay until she is healed, to her surprise. It worked. For a zombie apocalypse, this world has very great medicine.

Danny:" I will protect the counterpart Mom, till she can join."

+

Danny is simple hero ; that must be his mom's counterpart in this world!! She looks like his mom, but younger!

Jazz just looked at the one with her; he looks like a runt dad.

Barbara is simple, she loves that tiny boy. She would take him with her when she is able to leave this world.

Dick is really trying to make the Girl understand. He is not a RUNT!

[letoscrawls]

new episode of the most unserious show tomorrow

[titsthedamnseason]

we have exhausted the jack hate conversations. they are best friends and they make great music together. if you’re bored of it, there are endless other musicians you can listen to instead of taylor. you can stick to her other songs no problem. no one is holding the gun to your head. stop blaming jack when taylor is making the music she wants to make. if she didn’t want this style as her sound she wouldn’t work with him. and beyond that taylor takes an active involvement in the creative process so you’re kidding yourself if you think she doesn’t have a distinct vision for most of these songs going into a recording session and they would sound completely different and unrecognizable under a different producer

[radaverse]

silly ahh style swap

[oheyfox]

[heavenlyhischier]

“How high can you jump without bending your knees?”

[knifefightandchill]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2023)

You haven't changed a damn bit.

[the-acid-pear-art]

JACK DOODLE COMPILATION I really like him. I think I can finally say I figured out how to draw this guy. One less to go 💪

[t00thpasteface]

my grandma gave me an old fountain pen she used in college, a pastel pink esterbrook 1551 from the fifties, so i've been scribbling with it and trying to get the hang of it :p

[grishaxverse]

so they’re going on a heist and falling through the ceiling together? THEM?!