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halfmoondaze · 6 months

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Got a little request 🤭 so jack has always been the fun parent while y/n is the bad one and puts her foot down Intill one day jack comes home and sees one of the little ones disrespect y/n there mom by maybe hitting her or screaming and y/n had an argument before that jack needs to put his foot down at times and not let things slide Intill he witness and saw what he saw his kid was doing to his mom jack was livid and let’s say the bad cop definitely came out of him

Good/Bad Parent

Jack had always been the fun parent, always bringing laughter into their household, while Y/N was the one enforcing discipline and rules.

Parenting style was always a topic in their arguments, either because Y/N was too strict, or Jack was too relaxed. But they always found a way to meet in the middle.

One night, Jack came home after a long recording studio session and wanting nothing more than to relax in peace and quiet. To his surprise, their home was more like a chaotic scene.

Aitana was in the midst if a tantrum, screaming and hitting Y/N in frustration, as Y/N attempted to deescalate the situation, but it was clear it had escalated beyond her control.

Jack quickly moved Y/N to the side.

“Aitana! We don’t hit or scream at each other in this household!” Jack said in a calm but authoritative voice.

“But daddy!” she whined.

“I don’t wanna hear it. You’re grounded. Apologize now to your mom and go to your room” he said sternly.

Aitana had never seen Jack angry and was taken back. She looked at him with sad eyes as tears started streaming from her face, then turned to Y/N.

“I’m sorry mommy” she softly said.

Then she quietly went to her bedroom.

“Hey, are you ok?” he turned to Y/N.

Y/N nodded.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were exaggerating when you said I was too relaxed. You were right. I see it now”

“It’s ok Jack”

“No, it’s not ok. Clearly, I would’ve known If I was here more. Supporting you”

“You are supporting me. You provide for all of us”

“But what kind of parent am I, if I’m not doing my job as a parent?”

Y/n went quiet.

“You don’t have to do this alone. That’s what I’m here for” he cupped her cheek.

“Thanks Jack”

Jack gave her a faint smile.

“Don’t mention it” he kissed her. “Wanna go to bed?”

“Yeah”

After changing into comfier clothes, they started getting into bed, when they heard small footsteps by the bedroom hall.

“Mommy? Daddy?”

“Yes Aitana?” Jack responds.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah”

Aitana quietly enters their room.

“Is there something you want to say to your mom?”

She nods and turns to Y/N.

“I’m sorry mommy” she said before hugging Y/N tightly and burying her face in her chest.

“It’s ok baby. I forgive you” she kissed the top of her head. “Just promise you won’t do that again”

“I promise”

“Good girl. Now it’s time to go to bed. Say goodnight to mommy” he smiled at her.

“Goodnight mommy” she hugged Y/N again. “Love you”

“I love you sweetie” she kissed her cheek.

Jack took her hand and they walked to her bedroom.

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deanoheartspie · 11 months

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Sunshine 2

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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“Well hello darlin.” The green eyes look down at me, with a smirk.

You got to be kidding. I'm just waiting for John Quiñones, (From what would you do) to pop up from a bush and throw a microphone in my face. Nope. This was very real. Well fuck.

“What are you doing here? Following me like a creep I see.” I mutter under my breath as I cross my arms.

Clayton and Laura are trying to bite back their laughs, which earned an eyebrow raise from me, What were these two up two and what did they know that I didn't?

“Y/n... Honey this is our ranch hand and the town's sheriff. Have you both met before?” Aunt Laura finally speaks, as she looks between you and the tall green-eyed man.

My mouth parts, you've got to be shitting me. Can this day get any worse?

“I can say we have, did she tell ya how she grazed Lilah? I can lock her up if you want she's a little suspicious, especially with the littering of her ticket that was left on the street.” The man spoke while looking me up and down, with an amused grin.

Clayton crosses his arms as Laura covers her mouth she burst into a fit of giggles. “Hmm nah, I'll just have her clean the poor thing up for bathtime”

I mentally cringe, I've never been good with animals especially since they carry so much responsibility that I knew if I had gotten a pet I wouldn't be able to take care of it to the best of my ability and that wouldn't be fair to it.

“Dean, will you take her out back to the stables so I can go feed her please” Laura softly asked, he nodded as he had the horse follow him back to the stables.

Dean. Finally a name to the face. It suited him.

My uncle helps bring my bags up to the room they had ready, honestly I remembered it because it was the room I used to stay in, and let me tell you, it hadn't changed one bit.

The floors were creaky, bed frame older than me. Dust everywhere, maybe some spring cleaning would be nice. It was clear the room hadn't been used since I had left, and that left me a little sad that no one else visited them.

“Thanks...” I give a smile, Clayton pats my shoulder with a little nod before heading back downstairs.

Unlocking my phone I scroll through some of my messages, most from my mother...

Never once had it been about what I wanted... I practically was raised by nannies which was better than nothing because some kids weren't always lucky to experience that. I just wanted my parents... For them to care and love me, but they never really did.

“Ah, looks like I have a new neighbor” Dean mumbles as he steps inside the room, with his hands in his pockets.

“What do you mean?” I sit up turning my phone off, not wanting to see my mothers reply.

“I'm in the room next to ya, Clay and Laura wanted me to make you a list of 'chores' you'll need to do while you are here for free. So you'll be taking most of my nonheavy responsibilities because who'd want to hurt a city gal like you?”

He smirks as he leans against the doorframe while looking me up and down.

“Why are you living with them?” I ask curiously, sometimes my nosiness got the best of me...

“And that sweetheart isn't any of your business. Plus I work for them so they offered a room so I took the offer.” He muttered as he handed over the list.

He turned on his boots, walking off to what I assume is his room. Glancing at the list that contained, picking up horse shit, feeding, and grooming the animals. I scrunch my nose, he pretty much gave away all the nasty shit to me.

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~BEEP~ ~BEEP~ ~BEEP~

I hear an alarm go on and on...I bury my head under the blanket. When I realize it wasn't going off anytime soon I bang my hand against the wall, to tell that green-eyed cowboy to shut the hell up.

“Wakey wakey sweetheart, the shit won't pick up itself” I hear the deep gruff voice, I peek my head out of the blanket seeing Dean holding the alarm that continued to go off until I tossed a shoe at him.

“Easy there tiger, Good morning” Dean puts his hands up as he reveals the alarm out of his hands and onto the floor peacefully and finally quiet.

I check the time... His he serious? It's 5:30 am Is this man crazy? I think so.

As Dean walks the floors creaked with every step, and it started to get on my nerves. A few seconds pass by and I realize he isn't going to go until I get up, I groan rolling out of bed, and start going through the dressers pulling out a nice white flowy dress.

“You're going to wear that?” He asked looking the dress up and down, with a slight cringe. I look at him a little confused and my head tilts to the side.

“Yeah... What's wrong with it?” I look at it again, seeing if it and any dirt or stains on it.

“Did you bring anything that you can remotely get dirty in? I wouldn't recommend a dress unless you want it all fucked up. Wear jeans and a T-shirt, oh and some boots. Not the high heel ones.” He clarifies. I stand there awkwardly seeing I just packed skirts and dresses not expecting to get down and dirty.

“Heh..” Rubbing the back of my neck, I look at him when I see he has a moment of realization.

“Are you serious Y/n, You didn't bring anything somewhat comfy?” Dean sighs as he leans back against the doorframe.

“I had been in a rush... I didn't have exactly very much time to pick and choose what I wanted” I whisper as I shift uncomfortably, hell I still had my wedding dress in the truck. That whole day was a disaster.

Dean slowly nods, probably feeling that I wouldn't want to talk about it. He rubs a hand over his face before checking his watch. “Let's get you some clothes then, you'll need them for tonight and for the rest of the time you are here”

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The drive to the town had been short, the stores had just started to open but plenty of people were already out and about going on with their day.

It was quiet. It felt quite refreshing, especially being in the city my whole life.

“Good mornin' sheriff” A guy on the bench started up a conversation with Dean, which resulted in me going into a store called blitz and Glamour by myself.

Right when I walk in a girl my age starts up a conversation with me and helps me find a few cute items, I quickly learned her name is Charlie and she just got out of tech school but her parents wanted her back down here for the summer. The redhead was quite talkative but at the then... I think I might've made my first friend here. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.

“Oh- fuck sorry!” I accidentally bump into a woman, and Dean was quick to walk over to help pick up all the bags. “Lisa. How are Ben and Aurora?” He asks as stands up straight while holding the bags.

Who is this Lisa and who the heck are Ben and Aurora? It wasn't my business so I slowly backed up leaving the green eyed-man with the darker hair woman. After a few minutes he saw them bicker, well it was more of the woman than Dean he kinda just stood there and took it. As if he was used to it.

And let me tell you... He didn't look to happy when he came back over.

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Chapter 3

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it-happened-one-fic · 9 months

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Waiting For You - Jack

Author Notes: Haha! Jack fic in time for the Portfest event! That aside, this fic actually doesn't have anything to do with Porfest and, furthermore, I should not be allowed to write fics while listening to 80s ballads and feeling sad. I wrote this fic while listening to "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx and, as per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Angst with comfort/ Fluff/ sfw/ Can probably taken as platonic even though I wrote this with romance in mind

Word count: 1871

It was a strange thing. To ponder if you were truly loveable or if everyone just simply accepted your presence because they had little choice in the matter. Because you were present, it was easier to just accept you rather than just shun you.

Maybe it was because you were useful to them. You knew Crowley used you, so who was to say others didn’t?

And maybe you really were only worthwhile when you were being useful. When you were facing overblots, giving others a place to stay and hide from dorm drama, or making it so they could stay in this school by forming a half of a student.

They were bitter thoughts, but sometimes, in weak moments, they came. And when they came, they seemed to devour you.

To swallow you whole and threaten to destroy everything you’d built up for yourself in this strange world of magic.

The friends you’d made, the dorm you’d been repairing, the home you’d slowly built for yourself. You suddenly found yourself questioning it all and wondering if you would ever return home to where things had at least pretended to make more sense.

Where you weren’t burdened with expectations and the lingering fear that the only reason anyone stayed close to you was because they felt they had to.

And did you even want to get home? It was a terrifying question to have. Especially when you feared that the people you’d come to love so much—the people who made you want to stay here with them rather than go home—might not care for you in the same way.

“If we leave them be, they’ll never make it.”

“They’ve saved my life; I should help them at least once.”

Were these the thoughts your friends had? That without them, you couldn’t make it? That they had to repay a favor?

It felt horrible to question others and their reasoning. Did it really matter why they lingered nearby? Wasn’t their presence enough for you? Or were you really so greedy that they had to genuinely care about you?

The sadness that suffused your entire being seemed to be beyond anything you’d felt in the past.

You were lost, and, now that you had realized you were living merely by the grace of others, you were terrified.

It was hard to believe that they cared for you when you could have such selfish thoughts. Why would they, after all? Who would care for and love someone who questioned whether or not their friends, who’d been with them through near life-and-death situations, cared?

But question them you did. Because they didn’t willingly go through those situations. They’d just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. And being by your side often seemed to be the wrong place, given how many things had gone wrong since you’d come to this school.

Your hands gripped at your legs tightly, your tears muffled by the way you curled in on yourself as you questioned if perhaps your presence here as something from outside this world had somehow caused a domino effect that resulted in the overblots.

It was an illogical thought, but one that plagued you and had become the root of all the fears that were now assaulting you as you cried within your dilapidated home. Alone.

It was almost a blessing that Grim had gone off to wander around the campus and left you alone. Because while you were lonely and did want reassurance that someone cared, you didn’t want to be seen like this.

Crying over fears that you had no proof of and that were an insult to the very idea of the friendships you mourned. Because if you were truly friends with the young men here at this school, you wouldn’t be questioning them in such a fashion.

Questioning everything and everyone like the uselessly emotional person you were. You couldn’t blame people if they didn’t like you, because why would they? You didn’t even like yourself right now.

A small logical part of you whispered that this was all just brought on by how exhausted you were, mentally and emotionally. But did that really matter? Exhaustion was just an excuse and didn’t change the fact that you were behaving like a small child right now. Hardly fitting behavior for a Prefect who took care of everyone else.

Your throat ached with restrained sobs that you forced yourself to keep muffled should someone enter. And, like a cruel answer to both your hopes and fears, someone did enter.

The front door opened downstairs, and you heard them long before you saw them, their familiar voice calling out your name in an almost curious tone, “Y/n?”

Jack. It was Jack.

Dear Jack, who was so like a stalwart companion and actively did his best to protect and look out for you. Like so many others, Jack had done so much for you.

You didn’t want him to see you like this. So broken and filled with ungrateful thoughts, even though everyone, including him, had done so much for you.

Your entire form tensed, somehow curling tighter on itself as you willed your tears to vanish like the sun behind a cloud. Praying that your eyes wouldn’t appear puffy by the time he reached where you crouched in your room, somehow unable to bring yourself to hide even further.

It was almost like there was some small part of you begging to be found and comforted while the rest of you recoiled at the very idea of it.

You heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then the door to your room creaked open. You felt yourself freeze even as he spoke once more.

“Y/-” Your name was cut off in the middle, and you heard a sharp intake of breath that caused your fingers to twitch before you slowly looked up with a forced, wavering smile and made eye contact with the young man who stared at you from the doorway.

Jack stared at you in shock, with something akin to horror in his golden eyes that were now wide, and he stood frozen in the now open doorway.

“Hi Jack, how… How are you doing?” You managed a fakely cheerful tone, as if that could hide the fact that you’d just been sobbing your eyes out for senseless reasons that you couldn’t bear to tell Jack. Not when he’d already done so much to help and asked for little to nothing in return.

You didn’t get to say anything else as the young man darted across the room to where you sat on your bed and knelt, his hands finding your tear-stained cheeks even as you attempted to pull away and hide your face. “I’m fine, Jack. Really it’s-”

“You’re not fine,” His tone was firm, and the way he was looking up at you from where he knelt on the ground brooked no argument. And something about that steady gaze of his had you nodding and biting your lip as the emotions started to overwhelm you once more.

Your eyes filled with tears that slowly began to stream down your cheeks before you gave way. Sliding off the edge of your bed and all but collapsing into Jack’s secure embrace as he held you tightly to him. As if he could hold you together even as you tried to crack into a billion pieces under the pressure of your own thoughts.

And he sat there with you, rubbing your back soothingly and not saying anything as you sobbed into his shoulder without explanation. He didn’t ask any questions but just accepted you, as he so often did. Serving as a support against the maelstrom of emotions you were currently experiencing.

Guilt, fear, sorrow, and even a little heartbreak. It was like you were mourning for all the things that you hadn’t let yourself consider since coming to Twisted Wonderland. It had been a long time coming, but you’d finally cracked under the pressure of everything and given way to your own feelings.

Slowly, you calmed down, though. Your sobs gave way to quiet sniffles before you leaned back and wiped your face as Jack met your gaze. He was still quiet as he watched you, continuing even now to rub your back in the most soothing manner possible.

His ears were down, and worry shone in his eyes, but he waited. Waited until you were ready.

“I’m sorry,” Your apology was mumbled, almost like your voice was still buried under the weight of all the emotions you’d just let loose, but Jack simply shook his head.

“It’s fine… Do you feel better now?” You nodded quietly, feeling oddly small in this moment, as you shifted backwards to give both him and yourself some room as the embarrassment and slight mortification of having just bawled on his shoulder like a small child set in.

But if Jack was judging you, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just continued to watch you carefully. Almost like he was trying to see where you were hurt even though there was no physical injury, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head again, “No… maybe later.” The two of you fell silent, you resting in his presence and Jack just sitting there and silently supporting you, even at a distance. Waiting until you were ready and willing to talk to him. Until then, he would be there waiting for you.

You glanced hesitantly at him, meeting his gaze once more, and he looked at you almost expectantly, waiting for whatever it was you had to say.

“Can I… Lean on you?” It was an odd request in many ways, but it didn’t seem to phase him. In fact, he just nodded and held out one arm, fully prepared for you to cuddle up against his side and lean on him in exhaustion.

And as you leaned against him, tucked up against his side, safe and sound, you felt yourself slowly begin to relax and then, slowly but surely, smile despite yourself.

You had no idea how you'd questioned the people of this world... how everyone... how Jack cared for you. Because wasn’t this what love was? Sitting with someone, comforting them, and waiting until they were ready to talk to you.

And it was nice to let yourself rely on him for support, and there was a sort of catharsis to having finally let all of those messy emotions out in the form of tears.

You would have to talk about it. You couldn’t just sob on Jack and then not explain it. And it would be hard to put all of those messy feelings into words, but you would. And when you did, you somehow knew that Jack would accept it.

Because even if you doubted and needed reassurance sometimes, it was a simple truth that Jack cared for you. And in the end, if it was with Jack, you knew you could face those emotions once more without drowning in them this time.

Because if Jack could wait for you like this, then you knew he cared for you just as much as you adored him. And that was enough.

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pettydollie · 9 months

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hanging out with rose and jack! (jack dawson x fem reader)

"It has always been my passion to go to America!" Fabrizio cheered in third class. You smiled brightly. Fab was one of your closest friends as well as Tommy, who you were sitting with. Jack was also present, your boyfriend of around 2 years. He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head into his chest. "I'm thankful we made it here in time before the ship left!" You began to explain to Tommy how Jack won three tickets for Titanic in a game of poker and you only had five minutes to get to the ship. But as you were talking, Fabri and Tommy's eyes left yours. The attention was taken off you to another person walking downstairs. "Guys?" Jack's eyebrows furrowed. He turned around to see Rose standing above him, wearing an awkward smile on her face. You turned around, to see Rose and everyone else staring at her. Some sharing whispers. You were quite fond of Rose for the most part. But you could tell she had developed a little crush on Jack. Which you didn't mind at all! "Rose!" You stood up to greet her. "It's lovely to see you again, y/n!" She beamed politely. Jack rose up next to you. "Hey there, partner." He teased. Rose sucked in a breath. Was she nervous? "Hello, Jack." She cleared her throat. "May I speak to you?" She lowered her tone slightly so only the two of you could hear. "Sure, go ahead." Jack put his hands in the pockets of his worn out pants. You felt a little awkward standing there. The room was almost dead silent. "Erm.. I meant in private." She corrected. Heads were then turned to you, including Jack's. You smiled. "Sure, go ahead! I'll find you guys later." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Alright. See you later sweetheart." He kissed your head and quickly waved goodbye to Tommy and Fab. As he walked out with Rose, you waved and yelled "ROSE!" Her head snapped to you, concerned. Jack was frightened too. "Yes?" She asked, worriedly. "I like your dress." You giggled. Scaring Rose was always fun. But you weren't lying. Her satin green dress was gorgeoussss. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, walking out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jack and Rose were walking around the deck talking about the weather, about how Jack met you, and his childhood. Up until when Rose got all upset about something silly and snatched his sketchbook. He almost giggled laughed at her childish behavior. But he didn't really mind. She sat down on a lounge chair to skim through the book of topless girls Jack had drawn. Still frustrated, Rose tried to find an insult about the drawings. But couldn't. "These..." She turned the page as Jack sat down across from her on another chair. "These are quite good. Actually very good. You should sell these." She complimented. "Yeah, well, they didn't think too much of 'em in old Paris." She nodded. After turning another page or two, she began to find beautiful art of you. "But I mostly do it for my own enjoyment now." He told her, sheepishly smiling just at the thought of you. She continued turning the pages just to find that the rest of the book was all you. You were stunning, she had absolutely no problem admitting it. Nonetheless, she loved this art style and wanted it for herself. She was tired of being drawn like a porcelain doll. But she'd bring that up later. Suddenly, your cheery voice was heard calling their names. The two turned, squinting their eyes because of the sunlight and seeing you running towards them. "Hi! There... there were ehm.." You panted, trying to catch your breath. Jack grinned, helping you sit down and rubbed your back soothingly. But not for long as you turned to him and Rose, stopping his motions. "There were free biscuits downstairs. Some kind lady was handing them out. So I took one of course." You paused, making a gross face at the thought. "But it's utterly disgusting! It must've been the worst thing I've ever eaten. It was hard and tasted like metal!" You stuck your tongue out, still tasting it. Tommy on the other hand, loved the biscuits. So, you and many others gave him yours, much to his delight.

Jack put his feet up either side of yours which were hanging off the side of the chair. He held onto your back and rested his chin on your shoulder lovingly. "Oh! My drawings." You cheesed, looking at the book in Rose's hands. "Hm?" The redhead hummed, looking down. "Oh, yes, I was just returning them." She threw the book onto the chair you and Jack were sat on, hitting his back slightly to which he dramatically cried out, gaining others' attention. He fell flat on his back against the chair with a hand over his forehead and his eyes shut tightly. Rose was not amused, you could tell. But you were, of course. "Oh, I'm wounded! She's killed me!" He grabbed your arm and yanked you down, resulting in a small shriek. You began giggling (his favorite sound). "Only true love's kiss can save me now." He puckered his lips excessively, leaning in. You put a your finger in front of his mouth, blocking him. You steered your head to Rose. "Want to go for a stroll?" You offered gleefully. Jack rolled his eyes. He just wanted a kiss :( but most of the time you don't kiss him in front of other people because then it turns into a make out and it's rude blah blah blah.. Rose nodded standing up and ready to go. "I just want your loveeeee is that so terrible?" He clinged onto you, teasing. You grinned. You would have gave in if Rose wasn't there. It would've been rude and impolite! So you made a mental note to shower him with love later. Then the two of you stood up and walked around the ship with Rose. She began ranting about how she hates her life. "My dream has always been to just run away and become an artist! Poor, but free!" She laughed. Jack scoffed cheekily. "Listen, princess. You wouldn't last two days without any hot water and hardly any caviar." He joked. You let out a breathy chuckle at his humor. However, Rose was insulted. "I happen to hate caviar." She told him. "And I hate people telling me what dreams I should and shouldn't have!" "Good for you, Rose!" You smiled. She nodded her head quickly, a little embarrassed. "You're right, I'm sorry." Jack apologized. He forgot that he'd just met Rose and didn't understand a lot about her yet. For example, he's known you for three wonderful years. And he's learned a lot about your body language, things you're sensitive to, etc. "Well.. alright." She accepted. "Everybody expects me to be this delicate little flower which I'm not! I'm sturdy, I'm as strong as a horse! I'm here to do something. Not just sit around and be decorative. You see this hands?" She held her hands out. "These hands were made for work. Real work." She rambled angrily. The three of you were stopped when a man came up to Rose holding a tray with a teapot and cups. "Care for something, miss? We have tea and billiard." He offered. She scoffed, annoyed. "NO!" She dramatically replied. Jack laughed loudly, causing you to smile a little bit too. You actually felt a little bad for the guy. You three continued walking. "There's something in me. I don't know what exactly it is, but I can feel it. Whether I should be an artist or a sculptor or a.. a dancer! Vague and spirit." "Or a moving picture artist!" She giggled and ran ahead of you two. She leaned against a broad white pillar as a man used a film to photograph her. You and Jack stood behind him, watching her. "I'm glad she's having a good time with us." You mentioned to Jack. The night where Jack came running back into your room late at night to tell you about a young girl who tried to jump off the ship shocked you. But what was even more interesting is that Jack saved her life and got you two invited to dinner. "I'm proud of you." You looked into his beautiful eyes. He smiled ear to ear and kissed you. a/n: WAS IT GOOD WAS IT BAD LMKKK i'm actually kind of proud of this 👀 ik it’s short, it’s only 1.2k words but it was still fun to write! (BTW i have requests open)

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angelsanarchy · 9 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 01 -> CH 02

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" "I'm embracing the horrors that make up my life, remember?"

A year ago Jack was being checked into a mental health facility by his best friend. He didn't resist. He felt like he had lost his mind in the process of losing his parents, his childhood dog, his fiancee and the baby she was carrying, along with things that weren't as important like his home in California and his job for the magazine. He had officially lost everything and the only thing that was keeping him tethered to life was Shanda. She refused to let him off himself so the next best thing was to get him help.

Jack had received a few diagnoses during his facilitation. He learned some hard truths as well. His mother had perished in the car accident with his father, the "neighbor" Duncan was actually not real and the people who lived next door were all much older and retired without children.

Once he finally got around to reaching out to Cleo, she threatened him with a restraining order if he ever contacted her again. He knew he deserved that after letting her suffer from a miscarriage alone.

The doctors felt as though the repressed memories of his sexual abuse as a child would eventually resurface. They claimed it to be PTSD triggered by the sudden deaths of his parents. The mental break was classified as a psychotic disorder which made him roll his eyes.

"Oh just that?" He had criticized the doctors at how blase they had been when he explained he tried to murder the ghost of his mother in the place she had died in the car wreck. He knew he was psychotic, he just wanted to make sure he would be able to get cigarettes when they locked him up and threw away the key. However once he got an established therapist, a plethora of medications and a regularly monitored schedule, they felt he was ready to be released.

"Are you sure this is where you want to be? We can get a place here that's not this house or you can move in with Crystal and I?" Shanda had picked Jack up from the facility and he was determined to gut out the memories of his childhood home and start over. There was nothing left in California for him and currently this was the only place he could go that he knew and didn't have to pay for.

"I'll be fine. I'm sure you've already removed the sharp objects so what's the worse thing I could get into?" Jack joked darkly.

"I'm serious. I can stay with you if you want? Crystal will understand." Shanda pressed. Jack hadn't been alone since the day she dropped him at the facility. The idea of leaving him unsupervised in a place with so many horrible memories didn't sit right with her.

"I'm highly medicated and supervised by a licensed therapist almost daily. Fuck, they even have a care worker that stops by at least twice a week to make sure I'm not just sitting around drinking myself to death so I think your bases are covered, Shan." Jack knew the medications had terrible side effects but he can honestly say killing himself hadn't been on his mind in at least 4 months.

Shanda had visited him in the facility once a month and once he leveled out, his therapist had him write apology letters to all those he had hurt. The only person to reply was his old coworker who had sent a "Sorry about you getting fired after you lost your mind" text. Shanda got a letter but she slapped him in the forehead and said "I love you, you stupid fucker." He didn't expect Cleo to respond but he hoped that she was doing alright.

He had abandon all forms of social media during his rehabilitation and had zero desire to fire up any of those accounts now that he was out. There were moments where he wasn't even sure why they agreed to release him but he wanted to at least try and live as normal as possible.

Shanda pulled up to Jack's childhood home which she had made sure to run threw top to bottom almost as if she was child proofing it for Jack's brain to handle. He joked about the sharp objects but she in fact replace the cutlery with plastic ware just to be sure.

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" Shanda asked pulling him from his thoughts as he stared at the house.

"I'm embracing the horrors that made up my life, remember?" Jack looked from the house towards his best friend. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into a hug inside of the car and feeling the bone crushing grip she had on him. He knew she was scared. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't either but he had to try. He couldn't live locked up forever.

They got out of the car and walked into the front doors. Things had been cleaned up. The window had been repaired and the floors looked polished.

"Jesus did you stress clean the whole house?" Jack teased tossing his bag on the floor.

"Fuck no, I called a service. I'm not Mary fucking Poppins, bitch." Shanda shook her head. Jack smiled at his friend and gave her a playful shove. He walked through the first floor of the house, into the kitchen and noticed the plastic ware.

"So who do I call when I need a can opener?" Jack tapped the top of some spaghetti-O's with a plastic knife.

"Try Ramen. It's in a package and you can tear it open with your teeth." Shanda had apparently gone grocery shopping too. The pantry as full of snacks and things for him to prepare that require minimal effort.

"Oh so you prefer I die of heart failure from the sodium instead of driving a corkscrew into my neck, I see." Jack tossed the package of Ramen on the counter. Jack's jokes about death or killing himself used to bring humor to their conversations but Shanda found it hard to hear him joke so freely after watching him go through his breakdown.

"Hey, I wouldn't be back here if I didn't think I could handle it. I promise to call you every day. I have my therapist on speed dial and I will talk to one of the neighbors about being my life alert or whatever if that will make you relax." Jack put his hands on Shanda's shoulders and rubbed hoping to ease her anxiety. She threw her arms around him to hug him once again. This time he hugged back with the same force.

"I love you, you stupid bitch. Don't you ever forget it." She said into is hair.

"I love you too, you whore." She had saved his life. It was time he started making something of it again so it would be worth it.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack x Y/N #One Shot Series #Culkin Cult #Rory Culkin #Jack Goes Home #Glass Houses #Y/n not mentioned in this chapter but this is just an intro for story layout #Y/n will appear in the third update #1/38

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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Hungry Like A Wolf

Jack Howl x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.1k+ Tags: You Want the Fucking Truth?! There Is No Fridge! I Lied!/Reader is a Hornball/Suggestive Content/Body Worship(?)

Art by yrnd102 on Twitter!

It's the Devil once more! I live again today! Welcome back to 13 Lovely Hauntings! I want to write for Jack more. Real Jack Howl nastiness... Soon... But, please enjoy!~!

SUMMARY:

You get to be the waterboy at Jack's track meet. Sitting and watching him stretch leaves your mind to wander.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your palms. Your face was slowly warming up in the chilly morning air as you eyed the sight before you. “He looks good even when he’s doing nothing…” You muttered under your breath as Jack peeled his purple and black track jacket off of his shoulders. He barked at the underclassmen to start stretches as he draped the garment over this thick, strong arm.

The NRC track team needed a “waterboy” for their meet, and who were you to deny extra cash, a free vacation from Grim, and an excellent view? The whole situation was surreal. You had been crushing on Jack since you were freshmen, and seeing him mature so much over the years left you feeling like he had you by the throat each time you saw him. He just didn’t know it. His skull was as dense as the fur on his tail, and you’d rather it stay that way.

You pressed your thighs tightly together with your eyes trained on Jack, watching him supervise the morning stretches with the younger students. His grouchy expression and stern tone led you into one of many fantasies; if he was this rough towards others… What was he like in bed?

Jack always treated you so kindly when you were together. He was so big and tall, always helping you get things from places not even your tip toes could help you reach. You could see his muscles flexing under his clothes with each slight movement and you always admired how big his hands were compared to yours. You always felt so warm and secure when you would hug him, feeling his hardened body against yours while resisting the urge to press your face into his thick pecs and palm them with your wandering hands. You could always hear how loud his heart was pounding when you clung to him or rushed him for a hug. Even when he would complain, he never discarded you.

It made you daydream about how his callused hands would feel roaming your skin. Would he touch you slowly? Like you were made of fragile glass and see through paper? Or would he caress you feverishly, his nails raking along your skin as he expressed his goatish intentions with only the snaking glide of his fingers. Would he tug at your clothes? Rip them off? Let you undress as he waited patiently for you to finish? Maybe you would tease him, leaving your underwear for last as you pulled at the waistband playfully… As you studied Jack, you noticed exchanging watchful eyes. His gold colored gaze was sharp and narrow, as if he was studying you just as you were studying him. But without the sexual appetite. You tore yourself away from the sight of him as your ears began to burn in shame. Instead, you placed your attention on the rival team doing their warm ups.

Their captain was cute… But he wasn’t Jack.

You rolled your eyes and sat up straight, crossing one leg over the other as the staff continued to set up for the meet. With moments like this, you wished for Grim’s loud mouth and company. Lest you start daydreaming again. Daydreaming about how big Jack might be. You had overheard locker-room talk through the halls about how the beastman was nothing to scoff at when he stripped down. If you thought stealing glances during classes was a shock, imagine seeing the full thing. Heavy and thick, a clear sign that he was pent up. You couldn’t help but imagine how turned on you would be to just hold him in your hands. To stroke him all the way from his flushed leaking tip down to the fluffy hairs at his base. How he would rest a hand on the back of your head and bring the salty crown to your lips. To silently beg you to part your lips and allow him to push his cock inside.

Your eyes snapped back to Jack, continuing to coach the track team as they warmed up. His body looked so stiff and rigid. You knew that by letting him use your throat raw, he would have a much more lax attitude. You knew his cock wouldn’t bulge in his jeans, a clear imprint that was hard for you to ignore.

How would it feel crammed down your throat? Cutting off your air as he pumped relentlessly in and out of our mouth. Would he hump your face like he was some dumb beast? Would tug at your hair in a strong fisted grip to hold you still? Would he use your face as a fleshlight? A cheap toy to help him release all of that pent up stress? Would he force your face against his crotch? Forcing your nose to nuzzle into the silver colored pubes at the base of his shaft? Would he make you gag on it? Choke? You know that Jack would whine and grunt above you, letting out soft, embarrassing noises as he came undone. Would he give you thick loads of his sperm, holding your nose plugged and his cock buried until you swallowed it all down? Maybe he would make you open your mouth and spit it into your hands cupped beneath your chin? Would he pull away and paint your face instead? Maybe he would hold back? Your eyes lingered along his muscular thighs, darting away once your eyes locked a second time. He definitely noticed that time. Was he angry? If he was, how would he confront you? The excitement quickly replaced the anxiety.

You wanted to feel Jack pounding you. To have him buried deep inside of your guts out of frustration. To feel his tight, bruising grip around your waist as you begged him over and over to slow down. To let you take a break. To be gentle despite his animalistic urges. You wanted to feel his semen overflowing from your holes. You wanted to feel how rough he could get. You wanted to experience how gentle he could be.

“Ahem.”

The sound of the track captain clearing his throat caused you to shoot up in your seat. Jack stood before you with his thick, strong arms crossed over the width of his chest. You hadn’t noticed him walking up to you. The track team seemed to be mumbling and chuckling at the sight, expecting you to get a scolding of some kind. The beastman was frowning as he looked down at you on the bench where you attempted to sit still. Your face was hot as you sat shamefully silent in front of him, refusing to lift your head as you uncrossed your legs and pressed your knees together. “I can smell you from all the way over there.” He whispered with a growl lining his tone, throwing a short nod to where he once stood with the others. You dragged your teeth against your lower lip and watched with wide eyes as his tail began to wag.

Maybe your fantasy would become a reality after the meet.

Tagged Accounts: @candlewitch-cryptic

#13 Lovely Hauntings #jack howl x reader #jack x y/n #jack howl #jack x you #jack x reader #jack howl smut #suggestive content

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rs-wonderland · 1 year

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Yuu: I want to wake up beside you every day for the rest of our lives~

Jack: I wake up at 5 AM-

Yuu: Eh-!? W-well Jack, I want to see you at some point damn it-!!

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altrodent · 1 year

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Ignited Passion

Pairing: Handsome Jack x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, swearing, a lot of angry Jack, a little spicy but no smut

Summary: You both just got royally fucked over by people you trusted, while you’re hurt, Jack, is on a rampage. This leads him to show some colorful emotions. 💛

“Fuck! What the hell, what’s wrong with them?!” Jack is currently on his knees yelling the most rage you’ve ever heard from him “Being betrayed by my ex, and her two fugly friends! This is so shit!” You slowly walk over to him “Jack-“ “This isn’t over… we’ll tear them down! We’ll show them what’s what! We’ll get to that vault first!” Before you can even tap his shoulder, he grabs your wrist and turns to stand up “who needed them anyways? I have the key right here. We’re the only ones who did any work, and we can do it again, but this time they’ll be screwed.” He smiles crazily at you his hands moving up your arms. “Sir, I think you need to take a breather for a sec-“ his grip tightens “Look doll, love ya’, but you don’t get it. I need to kill them, as soon as physically possible. You and me, we have to KILL THOSE BASTARDS! FUCK IT!” He leaps from his spot and interlocks his lips with yours he groans as he grips your waist tightly. He pushes you against a nearby wall, as his lips start to create a mess with any sort of lipstick you had on before. Soon enough his lips trail from yours, to your chin and eventually your neck where he tenderly leaves soft bites. “Jack-“ he raises his head, whispering “Don’t talk, doll.” His lips go back to grindstone as he leaves a peppered trail of kisses along your jawline, eventually you notice your hands starting to travel across his body. They start at his arms and slowly work their way towards his chest, eventually reaching his shoulders. He brings his lips back to yours as his grip on your waist lightens, you let out a soft sigh as you melt into his softer embrace. He pulls away, you trialing after, not wanting it to end, “can’t get enough, huh, Pumpkin?”he leans his forehead against yours, you can feel his jittery breaths across your skin. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I can barely get enough of you mysel-“ just when he thought you were finished you dive right back in, the sweet taste of hot unfulfilled revenge lacing his lips. His hands open out of shock, but close once more once they meet your shoulders, he lets out a cocky laugh. Once more, your lips separate, and his forehead gently rests against yours “Yeah… this’ll do nicely” he places once last kiss on your lips before walking out on the bridge “Follow me, Doll. We’re gonna go kill some traitors.” You smile giddily as you trail behind him “Yessir” you let out a breathy laugh as you catch up with him. Ah, two psychotic idiots in love.

(A/N): This wasn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever wrote, but for some reason I was typin and a whole kissy makeout scene popped up so that’s what cha got. 😭💛

#x reader #x you #fanfic #fluff #x you fluff #feeling spicy #jack #handsome jack #jack x reader #jack x you #Jack x you fluff #jack x y/n #handsome jack x reader #handsome jack x you #handsome jack x you fluff #handsome jack x y/n #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands fanfiction

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munv · 2 years

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May I request Savanaclaw with Hu Tao reader? If you haven't done that already

𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗪 𝗫 !𝗛𝗨 𝗧𝗔𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

ok but like i don't know if i already have done that on my other acc and im going back to Orlando and then Jamaica not too long from now. Which is like next Friday

So l need to hurry up with these requests before they get delayed

Let’s be honest and say that this is one of the most absolutely chaotic things I could have written.

I have a feeling at first Leona already realizing you were a trouble maker was going to let you do whatever as long as he didn’t get dragged into this.

Of course this was not the case at all. You were basically a magnet for trouble and Leona somehow got himself mixed in with it. Believe me when I say he was upset.

He could have been napping but no, apparently you had to tick off some other random fellow dorm members by advertising the funeral parlor. Leona was woken up by this racket and by the time it was too late, you had already fallen on top of him with the biggest and stupidest grin ever.

When they saw Leona they were already running with their tails between their legs but what concerned this lion was why were you staring at him weirdly? The sudden moment of realization then hit him..something bad was about to happen.

Ruggie of course caught up with what happened and forced Jack to check what had happened in the botanical garden with him. What piqued their interest was that one of the new odd balls [new students] was near Leona and followed him around like a baby duck.

Jack was upset by the fact you kept bothering him but not really in a “upset upset” way. He just wanted some personal space every now and then. Ruggie was intrigued by the fact that you knew about the border of life and death and actually wanted to be hired by you.

Leona called him captain of the odd balls

I think Jack had to babysit you a bit too much for his own liking. Not like he hates you but..give it a rest pranking people with the ghosts of the schools yeah?

I think it’s also a safe bet that Leona is about to buy something to contain you. Atleast before you breakout that is.

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michelletsw · 6 months

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Could I request the first years seeing Vil (or someone else idk) modeling and say "Imagine making money off of being cute/attractive" only for their s/o to say "then you'd be rich then, (first year)"

Gn reader, romantic writings (already in dating)

First years

"Imagine making money off of being attractive"

"You'd be rich if that was your job"

His ears twitch and a faint blush crosses his cheeks and he glances away from you, his tail brushing against your leg as you walk next to him. It's cute how he trys to hide his flustered face but his tail gives it all away wagging so fast behind him showing he's happy, we love our tsundere bois. He'd mumble at you about not in public but he'd pull you closer to him with his hand around your waist. He's still getting use to all your compliments and affection, he's nothing but a teddy bear at heart and he's more comfortable alone but he's not as much in public besides carrying your things or you if you really wanted. (I don't care who you are this mf is 6'3 and buff he can carry you) he gets back to his dorm alone and can't stop thinking about your comment his tail not stopping and his ears pinned back still blushing, he feels like a school girl.

He's taken a back from what you said blushing but he soon gets smug about it. Clearing his throat to compose himself he smirks at you and puts his arm around you teasing you about it. Saying stuff about how you can't resist him and how you must find him soo attractive. When he say you must find him so hot/attractive tell him yes and whipe that smug smile off him, he'd get embarrassed again not sure how to respond. He does his best to play it off and tease you acting cool about it but when he gets back to his dorm he'll be standing in front of the mirror getting ready for bed and it'll be the only thing in his brain. As smug as this nerd is he's a softy at heart and it makes him feel all fuzzy when you compliment him like that, it's reassuring almost.

He gets all blushy and looks away running a hand in his hair. He's not use to compliments but trys his best to give you one back only for it to come out in a stutter and jumbled making you laugh, he smiles at your laughter glad he could atleast make you happy even at his own expense. If you offer him a hug he'd gladly accept his face in your shoulder has you pat his head. He'd make it back to his dorm alone and immediately fangirl out, he'd call his mom and start to ramble about you to her and how much he loves you. Even laying in bed trying to sleep you'd still be in his mind and he doesn't mind the lack of sleep he'll get from it.

Our more aggressive tsundere, he goes beat red it's kinda amusing honestly. He'd try to say something back as a compliment but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is "yudbrtgeruvjidttjem" he start pouting and you offer a hug which he only half way agrees to pouting into your shoulder while you rub his back, he'd be so embarrassed he's not use to lovey-dovey stuff like this don't tell lilia he'd never hear the end of his teasing. When hes alone with you though in his room he's more comfortable, you'd be sitting in his room studying when the conversation goes quiet he'd properly compliment you like the knight he is he'd look you in the eyes as he reaches for your hand gently holding it in his. He won't be able to stop thinking about it when he trys to sleep that night. The faintest smile on his lips as he lays there thinking about you.

Baby boy (don't tell him I said that)... he gets flustered looking away from you, his hand on the back of his neck. He doesn't know what to say when you flirt with him like that other then throwing it right back at you, he composes him self and tell you that there's not enough money in the world for your beauty. You hear his accent when he says beauty and its comforting, he smirks at you and takes your hand as you both walk off. He gets back to his dorm and flops on his bed face in the pillow he thinks back to what you said and he hits his mattress getting giddy thinking about it. But he'd never tell you how much he loved the feeling in his heart when you smile at him saying stuff like that.

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halfmoondaze · 6 months

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Jack request

Jack and reader get into a heated argument about something small. Jack can’t control his emotions which leads him to raise his voice and say things to reader and crosses the line with his hurtful words. He realizes how bad they were and quickly apologizes but reader kicks him out the house. He ends up at urban’s house upset and cries so much out of guilt. Days pass and he’s calling, texting reader in hopes to talk but she ignores him. He finally shows up at y/n house and tries to take accountability for what he said to reader.

Second Chances

Y/N and Jack had just gotten home and Y/N was usually quiet.

“C’mon babe. I know something’s bothering you” Jack said as he entered the front door of their shared apartment.

“I said I’m fine”

“You haven’t uttered a word since we left the restaurant” he said as he followed her behind.

“Jack just let it go”

“No” he crossed him arms.

“No?”

“We’re going to talk about it, because if there’s something that bothered you, I need to know”

“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? This, whatever we have going on is wrong”

“You mean us?” he asked hurt.

“Is there even an us? Because being your secret does not translate to a serious relationship”

He sighed. “Babe you know it’s not that easy”

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s supposed to be this hard”.

“I know baby” his voice softened as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “I just need more time”

Y/N squirmed from his embrace and walked away.

“Ugh! You always say that” Y/N stormed out of the living room into their shared bedroom.

Jack followed behind.

“Ok, what is it you want from me?” he said defensively.

“Um I don’t know” she said sarcastically. “Maybe for you to claim me as your girlfriend instead of pretending you’re single to the rest of the world!”

“And risk my career? Because that would make you happy, huh?”

“What? No!”

“I can’t believe you’re even asking me this”

“You know what?” he put his arms up dramatically. “I don’t need this. I can get any girl I want, so I don’t know why I settled for you!”

“What?” she asked in a low voice taken back by his comment.

His words cut deep.

In that moment he realized what he had just said.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that”

Y/N put her hands up. “I don’t wanna hear it, Jack. Just leave”

“Y/N-”

“Now!”

Feeling defeated, Jack took his things and left.

Y/N couldn’t hold back her emotions and broke down crying as the sound of Jack’s footsteps faded.

After crying for what felt like an eternity, Y/N’s eyes were swollen and her body felt drained. With exhaustion settling in, she mustered the strength to drag herself to bed.

She curled up in her side of the bed, her body shaking with sobs every now and then as she recalled their argument in her head. Eventually, her breathing slowed down and she succumbed to falling asleep.

The next morning, Y/N woke up, to the other side of the bed empty. The only remain of Jack’s presence was in his scent that lingered in the sheets.

To her relief, Urban had texted her last night. Jack had stayed the night at his place, indicating he was safe.

The following days, Jack blew her phone nonstop with calls, voicemails, and messages; which went unanswered.

Then one night, Jack who couldn’t bare the distance between them, decided to show up to her doorstep.

Y/N opened the door and was taken back by the sight in front of her.

“Jack”

“I know you hate my guts right now. Rightfully so. I shouldn’t have said those awful things. I didn’t mean that. The moment those words left my mouth, I know I fucked up. There’s no one else I rather be with than with you. You didn’t deserve any of that. And even thought I failed to show you otherwise that night, I love you and I miss waking up next to you. I’m so sorry”

Her initial anger softened by Jack’s sincere words.

“I appreciate your apology. But you really hurt me Jack”

“I know” he paused. “And I hate myself for being the reason for your tears. You mean the world to me and if you give me another chance, I promise I would make sure you never feel that way again because of me”

Y/N silently nods.

“C’mere” she says.

Jack wasted no time and embraced her while repeatedly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you”

Y/N looked up at him and smiled.

“I love you too”

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow one shot #jack x y/n #jack x you #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fanfic #jackman harlow #jack harlow angst #bf!jack

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deanoheartspie · 1 year

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2 Different Worlds Masterlist

Pairing: Mom Reader x Famous!Dean winchester

Summary: Y/n had just gotten out of a troublesome relationship after being with him for over 12 years and having 3 kids with him, she built a new life (well tried to) when it all went out the window the moment her ex wanted custody. Dean is a single bachelor who stayed away from dating after breaking up with his hot redhead fiance. Bump! Guess who runs into one another?

Possible triggers for anyone: Domestic violence, depression, anxiety.

Release date! April 10th 2023!! Tag list is open!

Chapter 1: “Mom! It's Batman!”

Chapter 2: Favor

Chapter3:

Chapter4:

#jensen ackles #mom reader #2 different worlds #spn dean winchester #dean x female!reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x oc #dean x reader #dean x others #Actor dean x reader!#sam x reader #castiel x reader #jack x y/n #Dean winchester series

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puchiponn · 2 years

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Savanaclaw fluffy pre heat headcanons!

(Gn reader)

I feel like the savanaclaw guys will get rly cuddly and clingy during pre-heats?? headpats and ear scratches make them melt!

Leona will prolly be the clingiest,, he won't let you leave w/o him,, if you try to, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and his tail around your leg. AND THAT MAN IS STRONG. you have to stay for cuddles w him and that's a rule.

I think ruggie isn't as bad as Leona in terms of clingy. He's just more whiny?? He's defo the type who lies his head down on ur thighs and play w ur hair/necktie(if you have short hair) he gets jealous easily when you don't give him attention though,,

as for jack,, this man,, istg!! He seems like the type who enjoys cuddling on a bed. He's the big spoon so you don't escape and bc he's a big bb!! He likes burying his face in the crook of ur neck bc your scent relaxes him,,

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it-happened-one-fic · 2 years

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Come in From the Cold - Jack

Author Notes: I wrote this while listening to "Cold" by Leslie Odom Jr. and Sia. I actually wrote this one from the point of view of a female but I think it can be taken as gender-neutral since I didn't use any gendered pronouns when referring to the reader.

Type: kind of romantic/ fluff/ comfort?

Word count: 1195

I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself tightly as I hurriedly walked through the school hallways. Crowley had to have it out for me, calling me out on an evening this cold. Especially when he knew good and well that I didn’t have a worthwhile coat.

At least I knew the house would be warm. Ramshackle had fireplaces and Grimm would keep the fire going since he didn’t want to freeze to death.

He might set the dorm on fire though….

That thought sped up my already quick pace, but as I headed towards the mirror chamber my steps slowed.

I was an idiot. I couldn’t activate the mirror which meant a long stroll through the steadily piling snow back to Ramshackle and its warmth. I shuddered again, rubbing my hands against my arm before tucking my icy fingers into my armpits and turning on my heel. Standing around wouldn’t do me any good. I was only gonna get colder.

I frowned as I quickly approached the door, a little too quickly for my taste even though I knew the faster I got back to Ramshackle the better. I could curl up by the fire and eat some of the leftover food Ace and Deuce had brought over from yesterday’s unbirthday party.

I yanked the door open, ignoring the biting cold sensation that accompanied my hand grasping the cold metal of the door knob. I was momentarily breathless as I took in the sight that greeted me.

It was a small comfort that the snow falling looked the same way it did in my world. White and flawless as it floated to the ground and covered the world in a perfect sheet of white. I could just stand here and pretend I was safe at home. Free from Crowley and not having to deal with his bold-faced lies of searching for a way home.

I exhaled, my breath fogging in the frigid air as I took one crunching step into the flawless world that surrounded me. Threatening to freeze me to my core. I was stopped before I could make it far by a familiar voice, “Y/n?”

Turning, my eyes met a pair of warm golden ones that l gazed towards me with curiosity, “Jack.” The lupine boy shifted, a frown appearing on his face as he did a quick scan of my person. It was something he did often, almost as if he were checking that all was well. “Where is your coat?”

I snorted at his puzzled but direct question, “This is my coat.” I tugged out the edge of my thin jacket as I stepped back inside and pushed the door shut behind me. Sealing out the cold with the simple motion.

Jack’s frown grew as he turned to face me fully before walking over, “That isn’t a coat. That is a jacket. A thin jacket.”

I nodded, humming in agreement, “I know. But it's the best I’ve got. Beggars can’t be choosers you know.” My dry humor did not seem to amuse my friend. In fact if just seemed to upset him more.

“Crowley?” I smiled slightly at his accusatory question but shook my head. “He’s the reason I’m out at this hour but this is just the only coat I have.”

Jack bristled immediately, his indignation clear. He’d known for quite some time, since the Octavinelle debacle in fact, that Crowley used me and treated me as he saw fit. I’d be willing to bet that he was of the opinion Crowley should provide me with a better coat too. But that would never happen.

“Were you heading home?” I nodded at his question but noted the not-so-subtle clenching of his fist. I was going to have to calm his irritation before I left lest he do something he shouldn’t. Jack was usually fairly level-headed but when his sense of morality was challenged….

Well there was no telling what he might do and I didn’t want him doing something stupid like confronting Crowley.

“It’s fine Jack. I’ll make it to Ramshackle in no time and Grimm has a fire waiting on me. It’s all good.” He scowled almost immediately at my reassurances and I was reminded why so many people left him alone. He could look quite mean when he wanted.

“No. it’s not,” His voice was firm as he looked down at me. He stared at me for a moment, apparently making a split-second decision. I watched as he shrugged off his coat, immediately holding up my hands in a protest that went ignored as he draped it unceremoniously over my shoulders. He busied himself with wrapping it around me and zipping it up, leaving me to wiggle around and get my arms into the sleeve holes on my own.

“Come on,” He turned and started walking off. His pace brooked no room for argument though the effect was dampened by his wagging tail which brought a smile to my face. I couldn’t blame him though. I probably looked ridiculous, drowning in the fabric of his blissfully warm coat.

I trotted after him, calling out “Jack, it’s fine. I need to get home. Grimm will be-” I was cut off by a peeved look from Jack who seemed to be leading me towards the mirror chamber.

“Grimm will be fine on his own for tonight. He knows where the tuna is.” I blinked in surprise at his immediate answer. It was like he’d anticipated my refusal of his kindness.

I found myself trailing silently after him into the mirror chamber and following him towards the Savannaclaw mirror. I glanced at his hands, judging from the books he was carrying he’d been getting study materials, “Won’t I get in the way of your studying?”

He shook his head with a short motion, “No.”

I frowned at his ready reply before trying something else, “Will Leona be okay with this?”

“He won’t mind. And you’re a prefect anyway, you can just write the sleepover permission slip.” I smiled at his third response, he was surprisingly well-prepared.

“Jack, thank you. But I don’t want to intrude,” I started to unzip off his coat so I could return it but I got stopped by a warm hand wrapping around my far colder one. I looked up to see he’d turned and was now looking at me.

“You aren’t intruding. I’m inviting you in from the cold,” I felt my eyes widen at the quiet tone that accompanied his surprisingly earnest words. He let go of my hand, apparently realizing that I was no longer tugging at the zipper

I looked away from him and down, bobbing my head with the motion. I don’t know what it was but something about his words had made it oddly hard to refuse him any further. When I looked up again he was smiling slightly and I could see the faintest tail wag from behind him.

I smiled slightly at him as I tugged his coat’s zipper back up, sealing Jack’s warmth into the coat. It was strange how just a little warmth made me feel safe when just a little while ago I’d felt incredibly alone.

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