#jack Nicholson x reader

[justastarlightsfuzzydream]

*slides this quietly* Enjoy!

Can't Get You Out Of My Head ~ Jack Torrance x Female!Reader

* [Y/N] = [Your Name]*

[Y/N] get back here you fucking coward!!" He roared as he chased after you. Meanwhile you were sprinting, trying to get away from him at all costs. Short breaths came out of your mouth vigorously, sweat appearing on your forehead and your back profusely, fear taking over you the most.

You didn't want to look back. But you can tell that judging by the sound of his heavy footsteps, he wasn't that far away from you. So, you picked up the pace.

Jack clenches his teeth as he continues to go after you. His knuckles turning white, gripping the axe tightly at the distance growing between you and him. The gash of his leg was starting to hurt badly his wife was responsible for but he wouldn't let that stop him.

Your eyes then lay on the hedge maze. An idea popped into your mind like a light switch. You head towards the maze before heading inside. There were twists and turns throughout the journey. You would go this way and there, attempting to give yourself a clue as to where you're going.

The bitter wind brushes against your skin. Your face, ears, and fingers were cold to the touch, and the tip of your nose showed redness slightly. Agony slowly pours into your legs as you ran and ran. Desperation soon catches up to you when you can hear Jack's rough voice echoing the snow-covered walls during this unbearable night.

Get back here!

[Y/N]!

I'm right behind ya!

You proceeded to run faster.

At one point, you couldn't handle it anymore. You had to rest. You immediately stop in your tracks, maintaining your balance before putting your hands on your knees. You began to breath in and out deeply consistently, trying to get as much of fresh air into your nostrils as possible. Energy slowly builds up within you again.

You can hear Jack somewhere, this time somewhat closer. You had to keep moving. Once you take your last breath, you start to run again. When turning a corner, you were face to face with a long pathway revealing many routes sitting across from each other. You looked around, struggling to pick which one.

You made up your mind, going to the last path. A large hand grabs your shoulder. Your eyes widen. You were immediately pulled backwards, your back hitting his broad chest as he puts the blade of his axe against your throat hastily. His arm wrapped around your stomach securely, keeping you in place.

His lips just a inch away from the shell of your ear.

"Gotcha!"

A devilish smile stretches across his lips.

You struggle to free yourself. This caused him to tighten his grip, not enough to suffocate you though. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wouldn't want to ruin that beautiful neck of yours." He cooed. He slowly drags his axe against your smooth skin almost teasingly.

"What do you want?" You cried.

"Ah, right to the chase, I like that."

"I want you to give into me. You're mine and only mine."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I mean."

Your eyes widen at that. Is he serious?!

You couldn't believe such words coming out his mouth. You couldn't believe a man like him is in love with you.

"You are truly crazy if you think I would want to be with you."

Without a second to lose, Jack turns you around and presses his axe on your cheek. His arm still sliding around you. "Listen here, you either submit to me or you die!! Do you understand?!"

You look into those hazel eyes of his, filled with madness and rage. You stood there silently. Jack gets more pissed off. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!"

You quickly nodded, only because you didn't want to die. You didn't want your body chopped up into little pieces. Jack slowly smiles, delighted at your answer.

"Good. Smart girl."

He leans in to your ear again. "Now, what should I do with you?"

You remain there, not wanting to know. He chuckles lowly at your silence. He slowly drags his axe against your leg in a rather teasing manner. "Ya know...."

"Ever since we met, back at the lobby, I couldn't stop thinking about you. When I would go into your room at night, staring at you as you slept. "

"The way you look when you were sleeping. Your gentle breathing, your chest rising up and down, the way your lips were slightly parted. I could hardly control myself."

Your eyes widen.

You couldn't believe he was stalking you while you were asleep. You wonder what other places he has stalked you while you didn't notice. Another malevolent smile stretches across his lips. He starts to pull you back to the hotel. His hand gripping your arm as you were forced to follow him.

Jack takes you to a small room.

He locks the door behind before looking at you slowly. You can see insanity and a hint of lust surrounding his eyes as he begins to take a step towards you. Meanwhile, you backed away. He continues, taking a step and another step, closing the gap between you and him little by little.

You backed away, falling on the bed unknowingly. He grinned, seeing you this vulnerable and helpless. He closes the distance by grabbing your shoulders and shoving you against the mattress. Jack gets on top of you, trapping you as he puts his large hands at each side of your head.

You look at him fearfully. Jack stares down at you, still grinning. He raises his hand, touching your chin with his index finger and thumb, getting a clear look at you. He leans down to your face, his warm breath fanning your neck, making you flush. "You drive me crazy sweetheart and I'm going to give you what you want."

A deeper shade of redness covers your cheeks when he starts to kiss your throat and neck softly. Your lips releasing a low whine as sign for him to continue. He pulls away before staring at your soft lips. You look at him, seeing those eyes of his now covered with madness and carnal. He was quite handsome.

The way his hair was dishelved, a strand of hair falling on the side of his forehead. A small trail of blood still residing on his head. And those lips....curved into a malevolent smile.

"Something you like doll?" He chuckled, noticing how you were staring at him. Your cheeks flush in redness again before looking away. Jack gently tilts your head to face him once more. He slowly drags his eyes to your lips again. The next thing you knew was his lips crashed against yours, sealing you into a hungry kiss. Your eyes widen.

Eventually, you shut your eyes before kissing him back steadily. Jack smiles through the kiss before going deeper. You slide your arms around his back, pulling him closer to your body. Breaking the kiss, he leans into your ear.

"You're mine, all mine."

For the rest of the night, it was something you can never truly forget.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: ghost reader, ghost Jack Torrance, Jack is jack, swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: one last Halloween fic guys. Hope u had a good day full of tricks and treats. Happy Halloween!

“still can’t believe they rebuilt this place…” Jack mumbled as we moved among the guests. “The Stanley…” he rolled his eyes and I laughed.

“leave it to a horror writer to try to expose this place as haunted.” I scoffed. “The shining ball. Not one of them gets it. If they did, someone would know what really goes on in this fuckign place.” Jack nodded to Grady as we passed by. I tightened my grip on jacks waist.

“At least they don’t need a caretaker anymore.” Jack shrugged. “Open all year for my tricks.” He smirked.

“well shit.” I muttered. “They don’t deserve you.” I laughed. Jack chuckled as his hand slid down to cup my ass. He squeezed and I squeaked. “Jack!”

“let’s get out of here.” He whispered. I reached down and squeezed his ass. “Hands off the merchandise.” He teased.

“I’m only going to agree if I can touch.” I shot back. Jack laughed as he kissed me.

“deal.” He agreed, taking my hand and pulling me through the dark ballroom. Jack passed through someone dressed like a clown as I ran past a vampire. “Never seen this place so crowded.” He muttered. I laughed as we raced down the hallway. He pulled a key out of his pocket to open the door to room 217. We stumbled through the door as it stuck a little.

“damn. They need a caretaker.” I laughed. “Everything works like shit.”

“don’t I know it.” Jack muttered. He used the momentum of me walking behind him to throw me on the bed.

“oof.” I breathed out as I made contact with the mattress. “Sexy.” I laughed as Jack smirked at me. He undid his belt and slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants. His eyebrows jumped as he looked at me. “Fucking hot Jack. But you know that’s my job.” I pouted. Jack walked over, running his thumb over my bottom lip as it jutted out.

“I know baby.” He muttered. “but were in a hurry tonight. Wouldn’t want the nice lady and her kids that are staying in this room to come back and find it defiled.”

“they will either way so get your ass over here Jack.” I laughed. Jack shrugged and shoved his pants down.

“then we better make this quick.” He teased as he worked on my pants. Pushing them down just far enough to get the job done, he leaned down to kiss me. I cupped the back of his neck as he climbed on the bed. Jack settled over me as he lined up. “Been a while since we did this. Might not last long babe.” He warned.

“I don’t mind Jack.” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “Just fuck me like you’ll die without it.” Jack smirked as he thrust into me.

“that I can do.” He teased as he set a brutal pace. With every thrust, I moved further up the bed. I clutched at jacks shirt as my head fell back, a silent scream trapped in my throat. Jack growled deep in his chest as he dropped his head to my shoulder. “Fucking hell sweetheart. Taking me so well.”

“Fuck Jack.” I moaned. He bit my neck as I came, screaming bloody murder. “Jack. Jack. Jack. Oh fuck me.” I moaned.

“I do believe I am darling.” He laughed before kissing me again. I reached down and squeezed his ass as he hooked my leg around his waist as much as he could. “Take me. Goddammit take me.” He groaned as he orgasmed, face in my neck and hand fisting the blanket. “Oh fuck.” He breathed as he pulled out. We both got dressed before sitting down to take a breath.

“we should do this more often.” Jack said, eyeing me.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I should get out of the maze more often.” Jack nodded as he leaned over to kiss me.

“I’d like it if you did.” He said, squeezing my leg. I smiled at him as I laid my head on his shoulder.

“I’ll take to Grady.” I promised as we got up and headed back to the party.

[montimer]

Jack Torrance x gn!reader

Random hc's (romantic)

(English is not my first language, so sorry if its confusing a little)

He teases you, a lot.

He can be very clingy if he wants to. Coming up behind you, just to give you a big hug.

He likes pda. Holding ur hand,kissing. He doesn't really care whos around.

When going to bed he would want to cuddle w/ you. Also give you little kisses.

He likes to randomly pull you into a make out session. The kiss depends on his mood.

When writing he'll stay quiet. And so you don't bother him. Which he is thankful for. But he wouldn't mind if you looked at what he writes. Or just to sit next to him, or his lap.

He got this look in his eyes, that you can tell how he feels or what he wants. His really expressive.

There are those moments he loves the most. When he sees you smile or hears your laugh. He can't help but to chuckle too and give you a warm smile.

He doesn't feel like he needs to tell you too often the words 'i love you'. He rather show you trough action. But don't get me wrong, he will tell you. Especially if you say it to him, he'll always say it back.

I have this headcanon. He stays alive when he divorces. And dies if not (thats canon). So meeting him in the hotel would be the other way. As a ghost he would keep on 'annoy' you. He doesn't really want to be away from you. And he has no sense of personal space. He would let you leave, but kind of fears you won't come back.

Anyways, back to where i was. He loves you so much. Maybe a little too much.

He can get jealous easily. You just need to reassure him that you only got eyes for him.

His pretty much a horn ball do whatever you want w/ that information

He will listen to ur interests. Oh, and if horror is one of them, he'll want you to watch horror movies w/ him. Or any kind of horror related stuff.

He might randomly jump out from somewhere to scare you. Laughing if he got ya.

He'll sometimes boop your nose and say "boop"

This man can be an asshole but he loves you very much.

[justastarlightslittleworld]

Jack Nicholson Characters x Reader

Yo I'm bored. So, I'll be making a master list for the following characters:

Jack Torrance

Jack Napier/Joker

Jake Gittes

Randle McMurphy

Billy "Badass" Buddusky

Henry Lloyd Moon

I'll accept any requests! As long as it's appropriate and nothing weird like gross fetishes, pedophilia, necrophilia, etc.

[thelamb1429]

New Eyeless Jack doodle since i found my new sketchbook

I’m posting his headcanons later because i never got around to it 😭

[reigningqueenofwords]

What Are You Watching?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rolling over, you cracked an eye. “Babe, what are you watching at…” You glanced at the clock. “2 in the morning?!” You yawned. “Aren’t you beat from the hunt?” 

“The Shining.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And nah, not really.” He countered. “Want me to turn it down so you can go back to sleep?” Dean looked at you, not wanting to keep you up. 

“What I’d like is for my boyfriend to shut off the creepy Jack Nicholson movie and cuddle me.” You tried. “And for him to not be sleep deprived.” You added on for good measure. “Please?” 

He sighed and caved. “Sure.” He nodded, shutting off the tv and moving to get comfortable with you. Dean knew that once you were back to sleep, he’d probably lay there for a bit before turning the tv back on.

Two towns later, it happened again. “Babe, why are you watching Terminator this late?” You groaned, putting your arm over your eyes. “It’s late, and we have to get up to interview people in the morning.” 

“I’ll get some coffee.” He told you. His eyes never left the screen. “It’s only got half an hour left, then I’ll try to get some sleep, deal?” 

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, you rolled your eyes as you yawned. “Dean, it’s 3:30 in the morning.” You informed him, although you doubted that he cared. This had been going on since not long after he came back from hell three months prior. “I will buy you all three Lord of the Rings movies in the morning if you shut it off and get some sleep.” You tried, sitting up. “As much as I adore Frodo…I don’t feel like hearing him talk right now. Please, you’re not sleeping much, and I’m getting worried.” 

“If I wait until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, the nightmares aren’t as bad.” He sighed. “Otherwise they start as soon as I close my eyes.” 

“Oh, baby.” You sagged. Crawling over the bed, you moved to hold him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of that.” There was no way that he wouldn’t have nightmares after what he went through. “How about I make a run to the Circle K down the street, and we finish this together?” If he wasn’t sleeping because he couldn’t, you would stay up with him. 

He gave you a half smile. “You don’t have to do that.” He assured you. 

“Tough. I am putting on pants, getting us snacks, and we are going to cheer on Sam and Frodo!” You kissed his cheek before getting off the bed to pull on some pants. 

Dean watched you, knowing how lucky he was. “Babe?” He called when you opened the door, making you look over at him. “I love you.” 

You grinned. “I love you, too.”

[bad268]

Original (Elastic Droid X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Day 21 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: Language lol

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 501

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2024 Materlist

~~(^Pinterest)

“I’m telling you, Heath Ledger Joker is god tier,” Droid and Puffer argued over the discord call. You assumed it was Puffer at least because you were sat off to the side watching them play Mario Party while drunk after Grizzy’s birthday dinner. “He’s the best joker of all time.”

“I beg to differ,” You muttered, taking a sip of your water with a smirk when Droid’s head snapped to you.

“What the fuck!?” He shouted, gesturing to you to come on the camera. “Tell the audience why you have such dogshit opinions.”

“It’s not dogshit to say that I don’t think Heath Ledger was the best joker,” You laughed in disbelief as you sat on his lap and unplugged his headphones, so you could hear the other guys. 

“Wrong,” Puffer said immediately, “Heath Ledger as Joker is the GOAT.”

“It was not even memorable to me,” Grizzy tried to say but got cut off by everyone. 

“Listen guys, Heath Ledger’s Joker was good, don’t get me wrong, but it was too dark for what the character is,” You explained. “I just always think the best is the original.’

“What’s next? You’re gonna say Christian Bale was the best Batman?” Droid asked in disbelief. 

“No, god no,” You cringed, turning to look at Droid. “What part of ‘I think the best is the original” do you not understand?”

“Ew, so you think whatever his name is -is the best Batman and Joker? That’s crazy,” Droid laughed.

“First off, what’s with the ew?” You asked, glaring at him. “Second, it’s Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson, you uncultured swine!”

“I agree Michael Keaton was a good Batman!” Grizzy shouted. “Thank you, Grizzy!” You shouted back as you leaned into the microphone. “You guys can’t talk shit if you’ve never seen the OGs. The OGs build this company!”

“But Heath Ledger put it on the map!” Droid argued back, pulling you back into his chest. 

“Don’t EVER say that again,” You jokingly threatened before leaning toward Droid’s ear, “I’m not talking shit on your boy, so don’t talk shit on mine.”

“Sounds like you’re talking shit,” He whispered back with a smirk.

“No, I’m admitting that Heath Ledger was good, but you’re not even mentioning Michael Keaton or Jack Nicholson,” You pointed out.

“I need to watch the originals,” He admitted. 

“Good to know you finally see some sense,” You joked as you left a kiss below his ear before leaning back and taking to the rest, “So I’m making Droid watch the original Batman if y'all wanna join. Not tonight, but like tomorrow or something. Not when you’re drunk.”

“I might be hungover, but I can do tomorrow,” Grizzy answered after a beat.

“You’re gonna be hungover, no maybe about it,” Puffer laughed loudly, “If it’s later, then yeah I’m down.”

“Are we streaming it?” Pezzy asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but if y'all are that desperate for content, “ You teased.

“Shut the fuck up,” Droid laughed. “Free content is free content.”

~~~~~

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[enemiestolovershoe]

Unspoken Feelings

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Summary: Y/N and Matt’s weekly movie night takes an unexpected turn when his brothers, Nick and Chris, join in. What starts as a chill evening with *The Shining* and some weed quickly turns intense as Matt’s jealousy flares up. A heated argument leads to an even hotter confession, changing their friendship forever. What happens when unspoken feelings finally come to light?

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Drug use (weed), friends to lovers, argument, talk of horror movie, not proofread, use of y/n

A/n: Likes and rebloggs majorly appreciated :) 🫶🏻

Friday nights had always been sacred for you and Matt Sturniolo. For years, you’d curled up on his couch, surrounded by blankets and snacks, ready to dive into whatever movie you had chosen for that week. But tonight was a little different. For the first time, Matt’s brothers, Nick and Chris, were joining the party. The usual duo was now a quartet, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the shift in your routine.

You arrived at the Sturniolo house right on time, a bag of popcorn in one hand and a pack of Matt’s favorite gummy worms in the other. Matt was waiting for you at the door, as usual, his dark hair slightly tousled and a grin already forming on his lips.

“Look who’s finally here,” Matt teased, stepping aside to let you in. “And armed with the essentials, I see.”

“I figured we’d need the reinforcements,” you joked back, holding up the snacks. “Especially since your brothers are crashing our movie night.”

“Yeah, well, they insisted,” Matt said with a mock sigh, though you could tell he didn’t really mind. “But I made sure we’re still watching something good.”

“What did you pick?” you asked as you followed him into the living room.

Nick and Chris were already sprawled out on the couch, looking entirely too comfortable. Chris perked up when he saw you.

“Y/N, finally! Now we can start this thing,” Chris said, grinning.

“Hey, Y/N!” Nick added with a wave, glancing at the stack of DVDs and Blu-rays on the coffee table. “Matt wouldn’t tell us what movie we’re watching. Says it’s a surprise.”

You raised an eyebrow at Matt. “You’ve been holding out on them?”

Matt just smirked and picked up one of the cases, holding it up for everyone to see. “I thought we could go for a classic tonight. *The Shining*.”

Chris let out a low whistle. “Nice choice. Creepy, but nice.”

Nick, who was usually a fan of horror, nodded approvingly. “I’m down. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the selection. “It’s perfect. But only if we can all agree that I get first dibs on the blanket fort.”

Matt rolled his eyes playfully. “Of course. Anything for the queen of movie night.”

With the movie chosen, you all settled in, building the most elaborate blanket fort the living room had ever seen. You ended up sitting between Matt and Chris, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across everyone’s faces as the eerie opening music of *The Shining* began to play.

As the movie unfolded, you couldn’t help but feel a strange tension in the air. Matt was quieter than usual, his focus seemingly split between the screen and something else. Every so often, you caught him glancing your way, but whenever you turned to look at him, he’d quickly look back at the TV.

It wasn’t until the movie hit a particularly tense scene that Chris spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Man, I forgot how creepy this movie is,” Chris said, leaning back into the cushions. “But I gotta say, Jack Nicholson is amazing in this.”

“Yeah, he’s incredible,” you agreed, still feeling the lingering suspense of the scene. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie where someone can look that terrifying just by smiling.”

Matt, who had been quiet for most of the movie, finally chimed in. “That’s what makes it so good. The psychological horror gets under your skin because it feels so real.”

“Real, and seriously messed up,” Nick added, his eyes glued to the screen. “Like, who even comes up with this stuff?”

“You’d be surprised,” you said with a laugh. “There’s a reason it’s a classic though.”

Matt nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “Yeah, definitely a good pick for tonight.”

As the movie progressed, the tension that had been building between you and Matt seemed to ease, replaced by the comfort of familiarity. But then, as the credits finally rolled and the room fell into a quiet lull, Chris shifted beside you, pulling something out of his hoodie pocket.

“Alright, movie’s over, but the night’s just getting started,” Chris said with a mischievous grin, holding up a small, neatly rolled joint. “Who’s up for spicing things up a bit?”

You glanced at Matt, who gave you that familiar shrug, the one that said, “Why not?” Nick quickly agreed, and before you knew it, the joint was being passed around.

The weed worked its way through your system, making everything feel softer, more vivid, and somehow more real. Conversations drifted from the movie to random topics, with Chris taking the lead, his lively energy filling the room.

“So, Y/N,” Chris began, his tone more serious than before, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t yet?”

You thought for a moment, the warm haze of the weed making you more candid than usual. “I’ve always wanted to travel the world. But I guess I’ve been waiting for the right moment… and the right company.”

Chris leaned in, his expression thoughtful. “That sounds amazing. Maybe we could—”

Before he could finish, Matt cut him off, his voice unexpectedly sharp. “Chris, don’t you think Y/N deserves more than just talking about dreams? Maybe she should be with someone who actually knows her.”

The room went quiet, the atmosphere suddenly tense. You turned to Matt, surprised by the edge in his voice.

“What’s your problem, Matt?” you asked, frowning.

Matt met your gaze, his eyes intense. “My problem? I’m just tired of watching you waste time on things that aren’t going to happen.”

Your frustration flared up. “And who are you to decide that?”

“Someone who cares about you,” Matt shot back, his voice low and serious.

You stood up, the tension between you and Matt almost tangible. “You’re acting like a jealous jerk, Matt.”

“Maybe I am,” Matt said, standing up as well, his voice dropping to a whisper, “But that’s because—”

Before he could finish, he suddenly stepped forward and kissed you, his lips capturing yours in a way that was both unexpected and electric. For a moment, you froze, but then you found yourself kissing him back, the unspoken feelings between you igniting like a spark in dry tinder.

You vaguely heard Chris mutter something to Nick, and then they quietly excused themselves from the room, leaving you and Matt alone.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together as you tried to process what just happened.

“Matt…” you started, your voice shaky, but he silenced you with another, softer kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your lips, “I just… I couldn’t watch you with someone else. It was driving me crazy.”

You looked into his eyes, your heart pounding. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Matt shook his head, his expression vulnerable. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, stunned. But then, a slow smile spread across your face, and you leaned in to kiss him again, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and joy.

“Maybe we should’ve spiced things up a long time ago,” you murmured against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Matt chuckled softly, pulling you closer. “Yeah… maybe we should have.”

As the two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, you realized that everything had changed, but in the best possible way. The movie, the weed, even Chris and Nick—they all faded into the background, leaving just the two of you and the feelings that had finally been brought to the surface.

And as for Matt, well, your weekly movie nights had just taken on a whole new meaning.

[ingravinoveritas]

Long time reader/lurker, first time writer. Have you seen the article Michael wrote for the mirror published on 15/8/2024? it won’t let me link it here, but it’s titled “Theatre changed my life“ and it’s a wonderful piece - I felt very sad to hear him speak of his father’s struggle with Alzheimer’s, but it always warms my heart to see all the good he’s doing with his charity work. It reminded me of hearing him speak so passionately about his charitable works on the Table Manners podcast

anyway- thanks for all you do in the fandom- I always enjoy your thoughtful and (sometimes racy) posts!

Hi there! Oh, it's so lovely to hear from a longtime reader/lurker. I appreciate you writing in! I did indeed see the article Michael wrote for The Mirror this past week. I'll post the link below, for folks who haven't gotten a chance to see it:

I didn't know that Michael's dad has Alzheimer's, and was so saddened to read about this and to imagine the pain his family must be feeling. One of the things that made me first fall in love with Michael is that he is such a brilliant storyteller, but in particular when he talks about people he really loves. He brings those people so completely to life because he wants you to know who they are. Meyrick has always seemed like such an almost larger-than-life character, and it felt like we knew him, in a way, from Michael's stories--especially the ones about his work as a Jack Nicholson lookalike. So it breaks my heart to know that Michael is having to see the threads of who his father is slowly slipping away.

I agree with you as well that it was lovely to read about Michael talking about his charity work. None of it felt braggadocios in the slightest--rather, it seemed like it was Michael saying, "I've done all these things, but there is still so much more to do, so many more people who need help." It seems like he doesn't even necessarily think of it as "charity work," but as essential efforts to create change. Things that should already be happening, but that for one reason or another aren't.

Michael never seems content, in that way, to rest on his laurels, and that may be why he is always keeping himself busy with film work, charity work, and so on. I love as well that he started Mab Gwalia to fund endeavors that he himself is unable to personally helm, but still supports and champions (ASD Rainbows and A Writing Chance are particularly close to my heart as a writer who also happens to be an autistic woman). I just hope he isn't overextending himself by trying to do too much, especially after spending the first half of this year playing Nye Bevan, which was so physically and mentally demanding on its own.

I also wanted to thank you for the kind words you said at the close of your message. There are times where it's difficult for me to tell what sort of presence I have in the fandom, or if I'm just shouting into the void (though I suppose we all are, in a way). So I am very glad to know that you are enjoying my posts (even if I do tend to overthink everything). My heartfelt gratitude to you for writing in! x

[justastarlightsfuzzydream]

Here's the link to my wattpad and AO3 account if y'all want to read some Jack Torrance fanfiction. I'll post some stories on AO3 first cause I don't have anything in there lol

My username for AO3 is AStarlightsLittleWorld

[taytrashmouth]

omg it’s me who wrote the jere request okay so hear me out on this pookie watching a scary movie with steven from tsitp and him trying to be like a protector but actually being scared 😍

Heyyyy! I love that idea so much!!

Steven and Taylor really carried this season on their backs!!

Anyway hope you like it ❤️

What’s your favorite scary movie

Steven Conklin x reader.

TW: drinking, horror movies, fluff.

You heard the keys rattle in the door and got excited, Steven was home.

You smiled to yourself and stopped cutting the cookie dough into perfect little circles, the smell of chocolate chips and fresh dough filling the kitchen.

Steven asked Susannah if he could take you (his new girlfriend) to the beach house for a week to celebrate his birthday. Of course she said yes. The fishers loved you, especially after you stayed with them in the summer.

Steven went out to buy snacks for a movie night, while you stayed home and decided to surprise him with his favorite chocolate chip cookies.

When you didn’t see him you walked to the edge of the island peering into the entryway.

“Steven?” You called, getting a bit freaked out.

You screamed when something grabbed you from behind, you kicked until you realized it was your boyfriend laughing.

“What is wrong with you!” You tried not to smile.

“Come on! That was funny!” He laughed.

He hugged you tighter from behind letting you lead the way back to the cookie dough.

“To think I was being so nice by making you cookies.” You shook your head.

You felt him smile into your hair.

“With the extra chocolate chips?” He asked.

You just nodded. Soon enough he was smothering the side of your face with kisses, you smiled and turned to face him, his arms still around your waist.

“You missed.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips, soft but passionate.

“You taste like cookie dough.” He smiled.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his chest.

Soon the cookies were in the oven and the bowls were in the sink. Well…most of them, Steven was licking the spoons claiming he was ‘helping’

Eventually the coffee table was filled with warm cookies, sour patch kids, twizzlers, m&ms, and some alcoholic concoction Steven made in the blender.

“What do you wanna watch n/n?” He asked.

“Whatever you want, it’s your birthday week.” You smiled as you passed him his glass of blue liquid and leaned into his side on the couch.

His arm was around your shoulder and your head was on his chest.

He scrolled through the movies for a while before deciding on the shining. It was this moment you realized you should’ve picked the movie, you hated horror films.

The first hour and a half was slow, and not that scary. You even got up to put a pizza in the oven.

As chaos started to ensue on screen the more tense you became. You pulled your legs to your chest and curled into Steven, scrunching his shirt from his tight you were holding on to him.

You jumped at the first scare, breathing heavier than normal. You wished you weren’t so jumpy.

“Hey, n/n…” Steven asked when your head was buried in his chest.

“Mmmm”

“Are you scared?” He asked. You looked up at him and slowly nodded.

He smiled slightly. “It’s okay….you know I’m here. I won’t let Jack Nicholson get you.” He held you tightly, rubbing your arm up and down to comfort you.

When Jack Nicholson’s character started to break down the bathroom door you grew more tense. You felt Steven’s heartbeat pick up too but figured he was just in the moment, he didn’t seem scared.

He kissed the side of your head, and squeezed you to let you know he was there.

You watched Danny run through the maze, you sat forward, hands over your mouth, so engrossed in the film. Steven rubbed your back up and down.

The oven timer went off and Steven jumped about six feet off the couch and let out a gasp.

You turned to him and smiled, which soon turned into a laugh.

He frowned as you giggled. “Come on that was funny.” You laughed, mimicking his earlier words.

He almost smiled…almost.

You paused the movie and put your hand out to help Steven off the couch.

“Come on ‘protector’ there might be more oven timers you need to fend off in the kitchen.” You joked.

Steven groaned. “Will I ever live that down?”

“Not in my lifetime.” You smiled giving him a kiss.

“Wanna watch scream next, scaredy cat!” Steven joked trying to tickle you, as you ran around the island.

“No!” You laughed and he caught you, lifting you off your feet, in between kisses and tickles, In a deep voice he said “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

You both laughed, you squirmed but he held you tight kissing you all over wanting this to last forever.

[montimer]

Playing video games w/ Jack hc's

Gn!reader

Okay, hes not that good in video games. So you need to teach him.

Imagine giving him kisses every time he gets better.

If it's a calmer game he'll stick around you and just follow/do what you do.

If it's a shooting game he might rage when he dies too often. He'll say that it's the games fault and go get a beer

If it's a horror game, i don't think he'll get spooked but if you do he'll laugh at ya. He might get lost or not know what the objective is. He tries to act like he knows.

If it's not a coop game he might stay to watch you play. He loves to see ur expressions and how focused you are.

If it's a funny/weird game (like goat simulator or smt) , he'll just say that it's dumb but he'll play/watch w/ you anyways.

He'll be laying or sitting next to you, often looking at you. He might just pull you into his lap and kiss you.

[justastarlightslittleworld]

Y'all, give me writing requests for Jack Torrance. I'll write headcanons, one shots, or fanfics. JUST PLEASE SEND ME A REQUESTTTT 😭

Me when I hardly see any Jack Torrance x Reader content:

[thelamb1429]

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

Alright I’ve put these off for long enough so here’s some of my headcanons (like always, if yall wanna request anything just let me know, i’ll have more time to get things done this week <3)

Appearance Headcanons —-}

Jack was around 5’10 before he was turned into a demon, but afterwards be ended up growing to 6’11

Because of this, finding clothes to fit him is very difficult with his newfound height

Not only that, but his legs have become digitigrade legs. So normal pants don’t exactly work for him. So he tears off his pants a little below the knees and unfortunately has to walk around barefoot due to his animalistic feet

Speaking of animalistic? He has both a long tail with a tuft of fur at the end and long, furry ears on the side of his head.

His skin is a darker grey, and he has his hair in a protective style when possible (due to his claws he struggles a bit, but if he asks Nina or Jane they usually help him) (also i deeply apologize if the terminology is wrong, let me know and i’ll be sure to change it)

Having his hair up helps with his… activities

Sure, he can’t see, but he’s much more sensitive to texture and can’t focus on hunting down his prey his job if his hair or clothes are in the way of his work

Similar to many others, i headcanon him as having three long, black tongues which can each move separately.

I like to think he got a tongue piercing in college, so one of the tongues is still pierced

I headcanon him as being pretty thin and lanky in addition to his insane height. He probably was a bit on the thinner side in college (because nobody in college can find enough time to eat more than a microwave dinner). I imagine his current diet doesn’t let him pack on a ton of weight either, but he’s fairly athletic regardless

His voice is probably a bit distorted, like a few different voices layered together. Some people think it’s cool, but normally to others it’s off putting

Diet and Behavior —-}

He does not eat kidneys in my headcanons. Biggest reason why is that not only are they a generally unhealthy area to eat from (because they hold waste), they wouldn’t be nutritious for the exact same reason. Instead, he probably eats other organs in the abdominal section

He probably could store his meal and have enough for about five days at a time (if he rations properly). The longest he can safely go without eating is only two weeks, but he’s responsible enough to make sure nobody ever has to deal with that insatiable hunger

Now for behavior/personality!

I think that by becoming a demon he gained many feline traits. Not just the physical ones in terms of appearance, but others too

For example, i think he purrs when he thinks nobody else can hear it. At least whenever he’s purring for a good reason. Cats also purr when stressed, so he probably wouldn’t be able to control that near as much as he can control his happy purring

When he’s cold, his left ear twitches pretty much uncontrollably and it annoys the living hell out of the poor guy

His overall personality is probably still similar to the one he had before the incident. I feel like he’d be reasonably talkative, but i dont think he’s overly social. Just kind of average social battery

He’s definitely more of a thinker than a feeler, and i see him as someone who always has to see to believe

He’s probably very sarcastic, and i feel like his sense of humor is a bit jokingly nihilistic. Like that one “nothing matters!” Pic with the dolphin and the kid giving a thumbs up

General Headcanons —-}

He knows how to play the piano because his mom made him do piano lessons when he was younger. Of course, he can’t see now, so he adapted and learned to play by ear

He navigates the world around him by sensing heat. In a way, he can see in the way you can use a thermal camera. He also prefers to be by people he senses are warmer because he’s naturally cold as hell

He used to wear glasses before the incident. Even though he can’t see now he’ll sometimes put them on out of force of habit. It just feels weird to him to not feel the frames on the bridge of his nose

When he gets startled, his tail fluffs up like a cat’s does

Just for fun let’s say he makes biscuits on his pillows when he goes to bed

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Yeah some of these are super half baked and probably seem odd but hey if i come up with any more i’ll share them (i have so many headcanons for so many characters and too little time :/ )

[nsfwmiamiart]

Incoming Text for @verafarmiga :

Hey, Vera! It's me, Angelo.

I know you read my blog and are very bored because you don't find any alien conversations that are worthy of your time.

What do you want me to do? I can't elevate the conversation; these humans are not equipped to follow my alien train of thought. They are slow, and with a little bit of luck, if they understand, they will proceed to have panic attacks because they can't handle the truth (like Jack Nicholson, pun intended).

I want to write a book that only you and your good friend, Patrick Wilson, will have access to. I'm sure this book will fascinate you both and help you see the world through my lens. It will be an eye-opening book.

Here's a quote: "No one sees what you see, even if they see it too.”

I promised to write a book for Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, and Elon Musk. I told them I would finish the book by August 2024, and it will be ready in early September.

All I'm trying to say is be ready; you will never see the world the same way again.

This book will become the most sought-after book. A lot of billionaires will offer you hundreds of millions of dollars. Some of them will up the ante and offer you 500 million dollars for this one book, and it is your duty to refuse their offer because if they have access to this knowledge, they could do a lot of damage to innocent people on this earth.

Here is an important reminder:

"If you look into my archives, you will find a letter that I have written for you and the X-Files team of actors. I remember that I told y'all about the power of knowledge, the ability to foresee events. This is something I never share on my blogs; I never go into details, I just keep my mouth shut. If you look at the letter I wrote to you in early April, you will see that I only speak to you when I have something important to say. That's why it will be easy for you to find that previous letter I wrote to you and the X-Files team. This shows you how much I value your time and never bother you unless I have something important to say.

You will realize that the only two letters I ever wrote to you are this one you are currently reading and the previous one from two months ago in April. You will find it easily because I write to you so rarely, in fact, this letter is the second one I have written to you.

I would love to talk to you for hours, but my readers are stupid humans, and they will have panic attacks if they read my alien conversations. (I think I already mentioned these panic attacks in that previous letter from April.)

This is one of the reasons I want to write a secret knowledge book with a strict, restricted readership, and you are one of the lucky readers of that book.

Angelo says: "Can I ask you a favor?"

Vera says: "Yes, sure, what can I do for you?"

Angelo says: "Can you call the author J.K. Rowling and tell her that I will give her a copy of my secret knowledge book, but she has to promise never to share it with anyone? I want to give her the honor of having a copy, but she must never accept money offers from wealthy billionaires. They will offer her 500 million dollars to get their hands on it, and she has to be strong enough to refuse their offer."

Vera says: "I promise, I will call her and let her know that she must refuse to sell the book for 500 million dollars."

Angelo says: "You will get a copy of that book from my manager @jameldebbouze. When the book is ready, he will call you and let you know where to pick it up."

Vera says: "Thanks, I will call him when I want to pick up the book."

The end.

My dear Vera, you will become one of my readers, and it is important that you choose a location to read this book, somewhere very far from America like Bali, Indonesia. You have to choose faraway locations to read this book to make sure no one will steal this valuable book from you.

You have to make a secret deal with the Bali Police in Indonesia. They will offer you protection and give you a home where you can read this book without interruption. You can also have a getaway vacation with J.K. Rowling and read it together in Bali, Indonesia. It could be fun to have a good friend like her to read with you.

Also, find a bank vault in Bali, Indonesia that will help you protect this book while you are in America. That is the only way to ensure this book will never be stolen.

You will have superpowers, superhuman abilities after reading this book, and trust me, you don't want evil people getting access to this type of secret knowledge because they can do a lot of harm to innocent people in this world.

You will have a lot of fun; I can guarantee that.

I can go on and on talking about this with you, but it's better to shut my mouth.

You are someone I have chosen as a reader because I'm a big fan of the Conjuring franchise, and I know you have learned a lot of useful knowledge to help you understand my unique superhuman abilities. I know you will excel in your unique role as a friend of the alien.

You are my friend, and Patrick Wilson has convinced me that he is a good person. You are friends of the alien now.

You will read my secret knowledge book and compare notes with J.K. Rowling, another specialist in the fields of the supernatural world.

I will make a copy for Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson. I will make a copy for J.K. Rowling. I will make a copy for Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, and Elon Musk. I will make a copy for Ranveer Singh and Deepika Padukone. I will make a copy for Gautam Adani and Ajit Doval.

That makes 10 hardback copies of the book.

I think I will stop talking now.

Okay, this chat was fun.

Love you, Vera! Have fun, big hugs for you.

[jackietorrance]

Look at stars

Y/n: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Jack: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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One because I love The Shining