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katskitoshi · 2 years

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"cuddle piles and kisses," with twisted wonderland first years.

synopsis: you invite them over for a sleepover that ends in good night kisses!

characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, & sebek x gender neutral! reader

includes: nothing but fluff i think..?

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

it was 2:48 am on a saturday morning. the first years were all in ramshackle for a sleepover that you had organized. you've done almost everything that you had planned to do except sleep. so here you were, with your first year besties cuddled up in a pile of blankets and pillows.

ace -- was to the far left of you, holding your hand while facing towards you. he wasn't cuddled up close to you because deuce was there. he was still satisfied with being able to hold your hand, an intimate thing he wants to do with you that he's only been able to fantasize. his thumb traced random letters and shapes on the back of your hand. when you start to doze off, he traces: i love you, and a bunch of hearts on the back of your hand.

deuce -- got one of the arguably best spots in the cuddle pile after epel. he was curled into your left side, lying his head on a pillow and your chest and his arms wrapped around you. he loved how close he was to you and he slept almost baby-like with how he could hear your heartbeat. it was reassuring, and each calm and rhythmic 'thump!' gave him more reasons to love you. (it also made is own heart beat a lot faster unlike your calm ones.)

jack -- was like a pillow shifted to the right. your was head on his chest and it was near his heart and he had to thank the great seven for letting him stay calm so his heart wouldn't beat 100 miles a minute. he enjoyed the feeling that you were relying on him partially. he even built up the courage to play with your hair/shoulders. he was like a masseuse! (his tail was also wrapped around your waist because if it wasn't, it'd be wagging a lot in satisfaction!)

epel -- had what everyone envied. he got the best place, the best pillow, everything. he got the lap spot. his head was laid on your lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist drawing shapes near jack's tail and deuce's arms. he soon realized he had the best spot in the cuddle pile. he got to use your lap and tummy as a pillow while being really close to you! your free (right) hand played with his hair and he loved it. (he was thankful for once that vil liked to keep his hair so soft.)

sebek -- was to the far right of you. he was facing the ceiling, but had no contact with you unlike the others. you offered him your hand which he declined because, "i don't need some pathetic human's hand!" but he did feel slightly upset when you pulled your hand and used it play with epel's hair. but when epel fell asleep you removed your hand from his hair and grabbed sebek's hand yourself, intertwining your fingers. he fell asleep much happier and more comfortable with the reassurance that you're there. he squeezes your hand gently on occasion, and if he's lucky, he get's a squeeze back.

you were all cuddled up nicely after this successful sleepover. you were all beginning to nod off before you remembered one thing that you absolutely wanted to do. you didn't know if they were sleeping and you defiantly didn't want to wake them up if they were sleeping. hesitantly, you say, "are you all still awake?"

small mumbles of affirmation came from each person to signal they were in fact awake. you smiled, the plan would work! you nudged epel, asking him to get up. he complied, although a bit grumpy he'd have to give up his thigh pillows temporarily. you removed jack's tail and epel and deuce's hands from your waist softly.

you crawled over to sebek first, leaning down to give him a kiss on his forehead. "goodnight, sebek. thank's for coming to the sleepover, i hope you enjoyed it! sweet dreams," you placed another one on his cheek. "g-goodnight, human. sweet dreams to you to as well."

luckily it was dark or else you would've seen the blush that painted his cheeks. sure, it wasn't a kiss on the lips but it was a kiss. he was ecstatic. his joy didn't show on the outside except for the blush, but his joy would show in his dreamland fantasies where he got an actually kiss on the lips from you.

you then turned around to jack. you kissed his forehead, they you ruffled his hair and gave affectionate scratches to his ears. he had to literally sit on his tail so that it wouldn't start wagging. he was so happy but he hid that. only a faint blush covered his cheeks.

"g'night, jack! sweet dreams. sorry you'll have to miss your morning run for this, but i hope you enjoyed it," even in the dark, he could see your sincere yet apologetic smile. "i enjoyed it so it's fine, [name]. sweet dreams and goodnight to you too." you kissed his cheek and then ruffled his hair and scratched his ears again. the wolf beastman hoped that because it was dark, you couldn't see his flushed cheeks.

you crawled over jack and deuce's body to ace, who was propped up on his elbows watching your interactions with the others. that means he was next and he was so excited! "night, ace. have sweet dreams, kay?" you gave two kisses to both of his cheeks and ruffled his hair playfully. "night to you too, [name]~" he cooed. although he seemed chill about it, his cheeks were hot from being so flustered.

you returned to you spot in the middle, where epel crawled back on your lap and deuce laid his head on your chest. you leaned your head over to the side to kiss deuce's forehead. "night, deuce," you kissed the bridge of his nose because you couldn't reach his cheek. "dream about me, 'kay?" you said it in a teasing tone, leaving his heart beating even faster and making his cheeks extremely red. "good n-night to you too, [name]," he says before yawning. he was defiantly gonna dream about you.

epel waited a few seconds before crawling up to your face. he had the best spot in the cuddle pile but he missed out on the best part of it! "where's my good night kiss, [name]?" he teased, but you could pick up the actually question in his tone despite being tired. "i couldn't get to you with deuce on me, but you just made it easier," he didn't understand what you meant by making it easier, but he found out when your lips connected with his cheeks.

"thank's for coming tonight epel. it must've been hard to convince vil, but i'm glad you did it. good night epel. have sweet dreams." you were about to lean in to deliver a kiss to his other cheek but he beat you to it. his lips connected with yours, giving you instead a good night kiss. "good night, [name]. i hope you have sweet dreams as well and liked my gift for inviting me." he gave a teasing smirk before crawling down and laying back on your thighs. he kissed your stomach a little before resting his head.

later, that morning, you were the last person to wake up. before you woke up, ace and deuce were yelling at epel because they witnessed him kissing you. sebek tried to stop them because he was annoyed with their yelling. jack, on the other hand, tried to stop them from yelling so that they wouldn't disturb your beauty sleep. they all (and would never admit this) thought you looked amazing while sleeping, they only wished if they took a picture of you.

they were all so very thankful that you invited them over for the sleepover. they had the most amazing dreams thanks to having the cuddle pile and your good night kisses. please do invite them for a sleepover again, [name]!

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

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kaleldobrev · 10 months

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Y/N: Would you like your pizza cut into six or eight slices, Jack?

Jack: Oh just six, I don’t think I could eat eight.

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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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mysaldate · 1 year

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More TWST positivity

Leona would make sure you rest plenty and that nobody interrupts your alone time.

Ruggie would teach you quick and cheap recipes so that you can save money and still enjoy a tasty meal.

Jack would carry you if you got hurt or tired and make sure you get to bed on time.

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just-wet-socks-art · 1 year

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It doesn’t matter if you have a singing voice or not, you sure sound sweet like honey to them (don’t worry they’ll make SURE no one laughs)

#artwork #digital art #my dear hatchet man #yandere #swwsdj #your boyfriend peter #alan x reader #jack x you #sunny day jack #y/n #your boyfriend x reader #dating sim #fandom #fanart

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lost-between-letters · 1 year

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Acquired Taste

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @cherryyyangel

Word Count: 1,710

Summary: Jack discovers his love for music and Y/N discovers that having a cuddly crush sucks. (Or maybe that it doesn't at all)

A/N: remember how I asked for Jack prompts? Like a million years ago? Yeah, this is one of them, sorry that it took me so fucking long - but hey, I'm back! (We're ignoring that this fic is just three moments in a trenchcoat, okay?)

"What are you doing there?" Jack leaned down and peered over her shoulder in an attempt to get a better look at her phone.

Y/N looked up, startled by his voice cutting through the music blaring through her earphones. And his presence behind her. She could have sworn that she had been alone in the library a few moments ago. "Hm?"

"On your phone," he clarified and pointed at the list of songs she was contemplating, "what's that?"

"Oh that." Y/N stopped. Stared down at the device. Was he asking how Spotify worked or about the concept of music? "I'm making a playlist. For the next road trip."

"But Dean's choosing the music?"

Jack's forehead crinkled up cutely and Y/N had to physically stop herself from reaching up and smoothing it over. Instead she snorted once. "Yeah and it's always the same fucking three albums. No offence to AC/DC but there's only so much I can hear of back in black before I start to bite things."

"That's true." Jack nodded and pulled out a chair for himself.

Y/N swallowed the giddy feeling she got when their knees touched. Angels. No concept of personal space. That had to be it.

"And Dean's okay with your playing your own music in the car?" Jack's voice pulled Y/N from her daydreams. The second time today.

She snorted again.

"One, I don't particularly care if Dean is 'okay' with my choice of music," Y/N made air quotation with her fingers that made Jack laugh, "and two, I'm using earphones. Saves me quite a lot of headaches usually."

"That's very smart."

A moment of somber musing followed where Y/N alternated between watching Jack's face and pretending that she wasn't.

Then, Jack perked up again. "Can we share?"

"What?" Her weird staring obsession?

"The earbuds," he clarified, "I wanna know what kinda music you like."

Oh. Yeah, that made much more sense. Y/N scrambled for them, hoping that her cringing wasn't showing too hard on her face. "Sure, here."

"Thank you," Jack smiled politely and plucked the tiny bud from her fingers as if he was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N.

Which was mostly due to the fact that he probably was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N. Jesus Christ, she had to get a grip.

Then, Jack tapped her forearm excitedly and pointed to her phone. "I like that song!"

Oh, he was going to be the death of her. Why did he have to have good taste on top of everything else?

"Me too," Y/N smiled weakly when the familiar tunes of her favourite song filled her ear. At least Jack was too absorbed in his own mind to notice that her voice wasn't as cheerful as it should have been.

Having a crush sucked.

Twenty minutes into the drive, Y/N felt something poke her shoulder. Grudgingly, she pulled one earbud free and looked at Jack.

Who was smiling at her hopefully. "Can we share the music again?"

It took her a moment to remember what Jack was referring to - she had been halfway asleep already when they had entered the car. "Uh, sure."

Y/N handed her left earbud over and stifled a grin. It was just music. Nothing to get excited about.

She skipped through her playlist, rearranging and deleting a few songs that felt too off to listen to with Jack together. Too intimate, too much like baring her soul already. Not that she would say that out loud.

"Can we keep listening to the last one?" Jack asked softly when Y/N changed her mind just short of the chorus.

"Oh, sure." And really, she had to expand her vocabulary sooner or later.

It didn't help that Sam was watching them, an amused sparkle in his eyes at her fumbling. So Y/N glared at him through the rearview mirror to which he merely raised an eyebrow.

Jack - unaware of the silent argument - nodded once and scooted a little closer so that the chord of the earphones was hanging loosely between them. "Thank you. I really like your music taste."

"Thanks," she said softly, afraid that if she spoke any louder she might be squealing. Good job at playing it cool, Y/N.

It didn't get any better when Jack's head dropped on her shoulder another twenty minutes later or when he snuggled into her side like he belonged there.

She pointedly ignored Sam and Dean's glances while she tentatively relaxed against the boy next to her and drifted off.

Slowly, a habit formed from there on.

At first, the sharing-music-thing was strictly related to the long hours on the road when neither of them could stand Dean's tapes anymore.

But soon Jack got his own phone and set up his own Spotify account. He was almost constantly listening to music then, together with Y/N or on his own.

They had multiple shared playlists to which they listened to almost every waking hour. It drove Dean up the walls for some reason.

Not that Y/N cared particularly about what Dean thought about her music consumption or who she shared it with. She had to admit that it was pretty funny though to see him fume whenever he spotted the two of them connected by the chord of the earphones snuggled up on one of their beds. Which was all of the time.

"Hey Y/N," Jack was leaning against her doorframe - he was hovering uncharacteristically.

"Hi Jack." Y/N smiled and didn't even try to fight the warm feeling bubbling up. "Did you turn into a vampire or why are you waiting to be invited inside?"

Jack frowned at her (admittedly awkward) joke. "I never quite got that piece of lore. What sense would it make that a vampire couldn't get inside without explicit permission?"

"Dunno, makes you feel like you're somewhat in control?" She guessed half heartedly.

"I don't get it."

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah me neither. Did you want something Mr vampire?"

"Oh uh-" it actually looked like Jack was blushing, "-I uh wanted to show you a playlist I made."

Her heart was doing somersaults already. This is not a rom com Y/N scolded herself before her hopes could get the better of her. So she planted a friendly smile on her face and patted the empty spot next to her.

"C'mon then. Show me."

Jack smiled back somewhat nervously and sat down a little closer than she had anticipated. But again, no protest from Y/N. He nearly dropped his phone when he unlocked it though he managed to reduce the shaking to a minimum when he handed the earphones over.

Y/N was positively melting.

It got better though.

The first song in the playlist was a familiar tune - it was the one she had played for him when they had started this.

She was bobbing her head to the beat by the time it moved to the second song - a much slower one. More romantic, maybe a little cheesy but she liked it.

And Jack seemed to do so too. He was watching her intently so Y/N spoke up. "It's really good! I like the playlist."

"Thank you." Jack was still studying her, a glimmer in his eyes that she couldn't pin point.

A wave of sadness crashed into Y/N unexpectedly. Surely, Jack didn't know about the implications of making a playlist full of romantic songs for someone. Probably just had discovered them by accident and wanted to show her.

Deflated by her own mind, Y/N dropped back against the pillows, fighting to keep the smile on her face.

But something must have slipped.

Jack's expression fell. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Of course I do," she assured hurriedly, "I really like all those songs."

Somehow, that seemed to make it worse.

Jack pulled his legs up to his chest, eyes trained on his phone. "But that's not what I meant."

Colour her confused.

When he made no move to elaborate, Y/N reached forward and placed a tentative hand on his knee. "What did you mean then?"

"You don't like what I was saying with the playlist, right?"

And God, Y/N would give her left arm to wipe that expression off his face. But Jack wasn't making sense right now so she had to keep asking.

Surely he couldn't mean what she was hoping he did, right?

"Can you say it directly for me then? Maybe I like that better," Y/N tried again.

Jack just looked at her miserably. "I was trying to say that I really like you. But you don't like me back."

Dumbfounded, Y/N stared at him but Jack was already barreling on with a smile that looked closer to tears than anything else. "And that's okay! I just - I just need a moment."

And then he got up to leave.

He made it to the door before Y/N had processed what Jack just said.

Faster than she thought it possible, she had jumped up and blocked his way. It was definitely possible that she was feeling a little dizzy from the motion though.

"What do you mean I don't like you back?"

"You don't," He said but his voice was wavering, "or do you?"

"Wasn't that painfully obvious?" Y/N asked, a helpless laugh stuck in her throat, "Jesus, I've been pining for you since you dyed Dean's apron pink with me and you never noticed?"

"I didn't," Jack was looking down at her so earnestly, so full of painful vulnerability that Y/N just had to reach up and cup his cheek.

Briefly, time froze. Did she really do that? Jack's eyes were wide as saucers, maybe not as surprised by the touch itself but the intention behind it. Not that Y/N could blame him.

She was pretty sure that the last time she had had this kind of courage scraped together she had just killed her first monster.

"Can I kiss you now?" Y/N was whispering. It felt wrong to break the silence but she had to. Or else the tension might kill her.

Jack turned his cheek deeper into her touch. Reached around her waist gingerly. Tilted his chin just a fraction and let a radiant smile overcome his face. "Please."

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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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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.

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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. 😭💛

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veroramona · 1 year

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Hello,it's my First Time talking to you and i would like to get along with you., you're a great writer and i love your work It Always makes me smile seeing you on my fyp,i would like to request ( if i'm not bothering you) an headcanon for Jack x fem Devil Reader (She's like lucifer so the roller of hell, and older sister of Brothers of Olympus and She's very kind and gentle actually but many people fear her so She's very lonely and one day jack finds her having a break down

I know what i'm requesting you Is a lot so feel totale free to decline the request if you want to.

Have a nice day/Afternoon/evening/ night❤️

A/N: Hello, dear @aftongiulien! I'm glad that you enjoy my writing so much! It really puts a smile on my face <3 I apologize for the long wait, school is stressing me out right now, along with some personal issues, so I hope that you weren't bothered by the long wait! I hope the wait was worth it for you <3 (it turned out more story-like than I anticipated lol) Have a nice morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night as well <3

Summary: Reader is the Devil and older sister of the four brothers of Olympus (I included Adamas, too, because why not lol). Due to her terrifying appearance, lots of people fear her and don't know how kind and gentle she actually is, leaving her to feel lonely. But Jack is different...

Characters: Jack the Ripper, afab!reader

Warnings: Depressing thoughts, mental breakdown (but don't worry, Jack is here to save the day <3)

Tagging @http-rae and @lololagni <3

❀ When you first met Jack, you expected him to be like everyone else; you expected him to be horrified by your appearance and to run away. So, naturally, it surprised you to see him so... fascinated by you.

❀ After that, the two of you grew closer and closer. Neither of you could explain how it happened if someone was to ask you. It just came... naturally. He was drawn to your appearance. Was it your appearance? Or you being the older sister of Hades, Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus? Perhaps your caring and soft nature? Probably everything.

❀ But no matter how close you two were getting, you didn't show him how lonely and hurt you felt whenever someone was terrified of you. Of course, you were the Devil; you were a monster in their eyes. They couldn't help it. But still... it hurts every single time.

❀ Jack could tell that something was bothering you, unlike your brothers. After all, he could see your emotions and they couldn't; he could see the hurt spreading throughout your body, no matter how well you managed to hide it. However, he didn't bring it up. He wanted you to tell him on your own. He didn't want to force you

❀ You were battling your thoughts on your own. You didn't want to bother your brothers or few close friends with your hurt. And so... you bottled all of it up. You had a hunch that Jack knew that you were hurting, but you didn't want to dampen his mood. You didn't want to force him to deal with it.

❀ One day, your thoughts were too much for you to handle. You were staring at yourself in the mirror in your room. Unpleasant thoughts were flooding your mind. Pathetic, repulsive, monster, horrific, disgusting, demon...

❀ You were clutching your head as you began to fall to your knees, trying to shake off those nasty thoughts. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't succeed. Those thoughts were too powerful. Soon enough, you found yourself crying and sobbing.

❀ Coincidentally, Jack was around. He could hear your sobs and cries. Worry etched itself onto his face. After all, he loved you. You didn't notice him opening the door to your room and approaching you. You didn't notice his present until he gently placed his hand on your arm.

❀ At first, you tried to dismiss him, claiming that you were "fine" and that you just had something in your eye that caused you to cry. But Jack didn't back off. Instead, he sat down next to you and pulled you toward him, having your head rest against his shoulder as he began to comfort you.

❀ He has never had to comfort someone like that in a long time. He felt a bit anxious himself, knowing how it ended when he tried to comfort his mother when she broke down sobbing. He didn't want this to end the same way. So when you accepted his comfort, he felt relieved.

❀ He finally had someone who actually liked him, or dare I say, loved him. He sat there with you, telling you how beautiful you were in his eyes. How wonderful and lovely you were and that he was glad to have found such a magnificent lady like you.

❀ "My fair lady, do not shed tears, for those humans do not know how to appreciate your presence. I know it hurts to be viewed as a monster, but rest assured: I do not view you like that. You light up my life like the sun; I'd be lost without you."

❀ He knew that his words wouldn't completely ease your pain; after all, humans would probably be forever terrified of you due to your reputation as the Devil, but that didn't mean that he would let you suffer all on your own. He planned on staying by your side until his last breath. He would never let you suffer alone ever again.

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kaleldobrev · 3 months

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Jack Kline Masterlist

A rebloggable Jack Kline Masterlist for your viewing and reading pleasure. A mix between GN. Reader & F. Reader (Individual stories specified)

Authors Note: Will update this as I post more stories

Just a Little Crush (1.5k) | The reader has a crush on Jack and Dean helps the reader out

Tea Time (2.2k) | Tea time has always been your time. Well…That was until Jack decided he wanted to join you

Six Months (1k) | You and Jack reunite after six months of not seeing each other.

Comfort (2.6k) | Jack and reader have secret crushes on each other. When invited for a sleepover at the Bunker, will they finally express their feelings for one another?

Binging Netflix with Jack

Introducing Jack to your parents

Jack being really protective of you

Teaching Jack about hunting

Being created specifically for Jack

Pizza Slices (Incorrect Quotes)

#jack kline x reader #jack kline x you #spn #supernatural #spn imagine #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #spn drabble #supernatural drabble #gn reader #female reader #reader insert #jack x you #jack x reader #fluff #spn drabbles #supernatural drabbles #kaleldobrev jack kline masterlist

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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”

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trashy-greyjoy · 3 months

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really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

#who cares if its platonic love who fucking CARES if its because they wanna kiss like the devotion and the tenderness is there no matter what #mainly brought to you by: jack and anne from black sails but also probably sydcarmy and msr #sydcarmy #msr #rackhanne #the bear #black sails #txf #the x files #mulder x scully #sydney x carmy #jack rackham x anne bonny #oh wait perhaps also theonsa if you squint #maybe not

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Ever Heard Of Knocking?

Pairing: Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: spoiler 13x07 and onward

Word Count: 1,284

Summary: Dean wants a movie night, Sam wants to read and Jack and Y/N want some quality time together. Or: a normal day with the Winchester family and their nosiness

For the first time in ages, Sam was really back in the mood for a good old book. Two hours of straight up silence and a warm bed did that to a person - returning to their deepest desires (well, not deepest, but certainly the most relaxing ones).

It was a damn interesting book too, full of plot twists and deep layered characters. Sam had caught the first major betrayal and was just getting to the juicy part when someone knocked on his door.

Typical. He put his finger between the pages. "Come in."

"There you are!" Dean pushed the door open with his elbow, two beers in each hand and a rare smile on his face. "What do you think of a nice ol' movie night?"

"Uhm," his first reaction was to decline. He was quite comfortable right here.

But then, Sam made the mistake of really looking at his brother. The circles under his eyes hadn't evened out completely yet, not even Cas' presence had erased all of his worries.

The movie night was clearly an attempt at normalcy. And Sam would be damned if he didn't give him that. "Sounds great. Let's get the rest."

"Awesome." Dean put down two of the beer bottles. He waved him over so Sam obeyed and got up from his bed. Ugh, the mattress was practically calling for him.

In the corridor, Dean pointed towards Jack's door. It was not closed entirely which Sam found odd. Jack always kept it shut. "You'll get the kids and I Cas, oka- what was that?'

A lifetime of danger had Sam on alert immediately.

The noise again.

"Are those bedsprings?" Dean looked slightly murderous, "from Y/N's room?"

There was exactly one person in the bunker who frequented Y/N's room aside from her brothers.

Jack.

Dean was already halfway across the floor when Sam caught up with him and just barely stopped him from kicking down the door.

Which in hindsight was maybe not the best idea. Now that they were closer, they could hear the conversation from inside.

Wet noises, then Jack's voice. "That feels... Weird."

"Good weird, or bad weird?" Y/N this time, teasing tone that Sam recognised from more than one overheard flirt.

"Good weird," Jack said and sighed.

Oh God.

This couldn't be happening.

While Sam was still feeling faintly sick of what he was listening to, Dean had already taken action into his own hands. With a stony expression on his face, he barrelled into the room.

"What the hell is going on here?" The threat was pretty clear in his voice, a stark contrast to the relaxed conversation that had come from the room moments ago.

Jack and Y/N looked up at once and stared at them like little kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

For a long minute, no one said anything. Y/N and Jack were recovering from the shock of being barged into on and Sam and Dean were taking in the scene in front of them.

They hadn't been making out. At least that was a win for today, Sam decided there and then.

"Uh, facemasks?" Y/N waved her brush in explanation. "I was just applying it to his face when you barged in. That was pretty rude by the way."

And frankly speaking, that was exactly what was going on. Jack was sitting cross legged on her bed with his face full of a strange foam, the only free space being his left cheek. It appeared that he was smiling underneath it - nervously if Sam was judging that right. Y/N was sitting across from him, a bunch of bottles of all kinds of lotions and face masks - presumably to give a bigger choice - laying spread around her while she was sitting on her heels, facing Jack.

Dean, of course, had a pretty reasonable reaction. "What the hell?"

"Y/N said it would be fun! Like a sleepover," Jack explained helpfully.

While Dean was gaping at his little sister, words quite literally stripped away momentarily, Y/N grinned brightly. "See? Nothing to be worried about, you big mama bear."

"That's-"

"-true," Sam jumped in. He had a fleeting suspicion that there was something more going on here but he was not in the mood for family therapy right now. With a subtle step in front of Dean, Sam raised the beer bottles, "Actually, we came to get you guys for a few movies?"

"Didn't you say that movies are also watched at a sleepover?" Jack turned towards Y/N, excitement lacing his voice at the idea.

And there it was. Her face softened immediately when Jack reached for her hand. Yeah, his sister definitely got a crush.

"We're in," Y/N said while getting up from the bed. She let his hand drop casually, her eyes jumping to Dean, "but first let's get the masks off, alright?"

Once again, Dean started to say something and once again, Sam interrupted him. "Cool! Dean, didn't you want to get Cas? We'll meet you with food in the Dean cave."

The fact that Sam actually used the name was enough to have Dean momentarily distracted and follow through with the instructions.

As soon as he was out of the door and out of ear shot, Sam turned towards Jack and Y/N. Jack was looking at him, head tilted slightly in a very familiar way and his sister was staring at Jack. Sam cleared his throat. "Jack why don't you go clean your face?"

"You can use my bathroom," Y/N added.

Her eyes followed him as he left the room, an absent minded smile on her face.

"You do know that you've got some of that foam on your lips as well, don't you?"

It wasn't true but Y/N blushed and rubbed at them furiously. So they had been making out after all. They had a pretty quick reaction time, Sam had to admit.

"Is it off now?" She asked while simultaneously reaching for her phone to use as a mirror and check.

When she saw that there actually was nothing, she scoffed and shook her hair out. Someone was embarrassed at getting caught. So far, Sam was enjoying this maybe a little too much.

"Please don't tell Dean." And there it was.

He sighed and swung his right arm around her shoulder. "He'll find out eventually."

"But not from you," Y/N begged again and gave him a taste of his own medicine. Her best puppy eyes.

Sam acted like he was thinking about it. "What do I get out of this?"

Then, Y/N shoved him. But she was smiling. Yeah, he could never deny her anything for too long. "Dick."

"No, seriously," he insisted.

Just then, Jack came back into the room. He hesitated when he saw the both of them standing there, Y/N tugged into her brother's side.

"You get to see your sister happy?" Y/N offered sweetly and wiggled free from his grip to take Jack's hand.

Again, the nephilim hesitated for barely a moment, eyes darting over to Sam before closing his fingers around her smaller hand. A slow smile spread on his face as he looked down at their interlocked fingers.

Damn, she was good. And the both of them were stupidly in love.

As if Sam would say anything against it now. He hadn't seen his sister so happy in a long time and that alone was reason enough to like Jack. Not that Sam hadn't done that before, that kid had a pure heart and would never hurt Y/N willingly. Yeah, this could have gone far worse. "Deal."

"Cool!" Y/N grinned at him and then leaned over to press a kiss to Jack's cheek. "Let's go watch some movies."

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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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