#jack;

Cas: You know what, I’ve done it once, I’ll do it again, I really agree with Adam on this one. You’re grounded until after all of this is over.

Jack: ...fine, but I’m unhappy about it.

     Los Angeles could have improved a little better, but nothing is more satisfying than to have the organization like the Church of Gibborim to help Jack in his campaign. Jack’s not a religious person to say the least. He only believes that he has a support group that will follow his political rise in the office. In addition, he also has PRIDE to help him out getting some votes in. But he was just getting started. See, unlike any other candidate that is running for either party, Jack feels something entirely different, as he sees the world closed off from anything sexual and the repressed must be let out. Not only that, he is a nudist himself. But no one knows that he has a distinct super power. Attractive, built, and a voice to speak, the voting season is around the corner. But something came up. He done doing his speech with the spectators, who looked oddly dazed and was heading back to the office when he saw something glimmering in the dumpster. He went over to speculate as he sees twin gauntlets. Has someone dumped these? Upon closer inspection, he takes the gauntlets, putting one of them on. Not until someone behind the naked man blurted out something, causing Jack to turn with a grin. “Finders keepers, I suppose.”

Cass had no idea what the hell he was doing. Crossing the line, probably very much so, especially walking into the Gryffindor dorms as if it were nothing. Perhaps, if he were lucky, he’d be able to persuade Jack to come out with him instead. It wasn’t his problem, Cass knew that better than anyone else but he also knew when he was pushing his luck. There was just something about Jack. That rebel without a cause, everyone gets one bad boy type deal and maybe he was it for Cass. The lion was handsome, cunning and incredibly clever and he’d never deny that. It also meant that he wasn’t just playing with fire, he was playing with what had the makings to be a whole damn inferno. And Cass, well, he wasn’t afraid of getting burnt.

The dorms loomed and the blond pulled his phone from his jacket pocket. Fingers flying against the screen letting Jack know he’d be downstairs, had it not been the middle of winter he’d happily wait outside for him but that was not the case. Which only added to his his nerves slightly creeping back in. Or was that just because of who it was he was coming to see? Or who he could be seen by? OR the two of them together. He wasn’t sure which of the three could be worse but as things stood, he was merely there to buy weed. But there was just this nagging feelings constantly pulling him back to a gigantic what if. But that was going to have to wait.

my jack rper buddy made a sick ass playlist for jack & my oc, tien (angel’s mom) so i made this drawing as a thank you aaaa

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