#jack Nicholson x reader

[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.

[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

[willsworldsstuff]

hey my dudes just wanted to drop by and say that this song has jack Nicholson sining everything besides the bridge and the chorus

[thelamb1429]

New Eyeless Jack doodle since i found my new sketchbook

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

[that-hybristophilla-friend]

This remains one of my favorites

Little Details - Joker (Nicholson)/Bruce Wayne (Keaton) x Reader

Synopsis: Jack takes you out for a nice dinner. When Jack’s not there, Mr. Wayne seems to think it’s his turn.

Notes: Requested by anon! Enjoy!

“This is a nice surprise,” you smirk, smoothing out the tablecloth. You’re at a favourite restaurant of the two of yours– a high class establishment where only Gotham’s elite dines. Jack has the owners and wait staff all sufficiently paid off, so no one comments on his lips or who he bares resemblance to. It’s a place for the two of you to enjoy time together, out of the shadows.

Jack’s eyes run down your form-fitting dress, and then back up to you, a wide smile spreading.

“Well. You did cover fabulously for us last night when you were taken in by the commissioner. I have to reward my princess as she deserves.”

He slides you a small black box, and you open it to reveal a beautiful emerald necklace. You raise an eyebrow, and take it out.

“Jack! It matches my dress.”

“I know. I picked out your dress,” he grins, and admired how the jewels look on you. “Spectacular, princess. Just breath-taking.”

“Thank you, Jack.”

“No need for thank yous, sweetheart. Not at all. You know how daddy likes spoiling his girl.”

You blush a little, your seductress persona caving ever so slightly under Jack’s flattery. He sighs and shakes his head, in awe of you, and unfolds the menu.

“What do you say to crimini mushrooms in a white wine cream sauce, babygirl? Would ya like that?”

“Yeah,” you practically moan, biting the tip of your finger innocently and dragging your foot up his leg under the table. His grin widens, and he lets his legs fall open for you. Just as you’re feeling him up, the waiter comes.

“Evening. What can I get for the two lovers?”

Jack smiles. “I’ll have the mushrooms in the cream sauce. She’ll have the same.”

“Very well. Fine on the wine?”

“Well, why don’t we live dangerously? Go ahead and pour us another one.”

The waiter does so, then leaves to fill the order. Jack is just about to take your hand across the table, when one of his henchmen comes over.

“Boss. There’s a situation.”

Jack visibly tenses. “What did I tell you about disturbing me while I’m with (y/n)?”

“Real sorry, boss. Real sorry. But it’s a real situation.”

“I’ll give you a fucking situation.”

“An emergency, boss. It’s about the makeup commercial.”

Jack sighs, and holds up a finger. “Will you excuse me a moment, my dear? I’ve gotta go make sure these idiots have their heads screwed on right.”

“Course, Jack,” you lean back, letting your thin strap fall down your shoulder. He groans a little as he gets up, reluctant to leave you. You wave a little as he gets pulled just outside, and you bite your lip, watching after him for a few minutes while you wait.

“Don’t look now, but your strap fell down.”

Your gaze snaps back in surprise, and you notice someone has sat down across from you. It’s a man with black curls and a perfectly tailored suit… debonair, handsome good looks.

“Bruce Wayne,” you guess slowly. Your heart beats faster, thinking he’s here because he noticed Jack. But he shows no sign that he knows.

“Yeah. Sorry about noticing the strap thing, I… really shouldn’t have been looking. I’m a details man, I notice things.”

You blush a little, pulling the damn strap back up your shoulder.

“That’s fine. I was just–”

“Sitting here all alone, girl like you?” He’s either so slow on the uptake that he doesn’t notice the place set for two, or he’s ignoring that fact. The longer he sits, the more you agree with the latter.

“Actually I’m–”

“What are you drinking? Waiter?” Bruce calls him over. “Could you grab us a bottle of Cristal and two glasses?”

You gasp inwardly. Must be nice to be a billionaire. Bruce notices your reaction, and hesitates, looking adorably worried. “Ah, maybe not! Maybe not, too cheap? What about–”

“No,” you cough, “Cristal’s fine.” He nods, and then nods to the waiter, who hurries off. Bruce looks at you.

“I’m sorry, I keep interrupting you. You were saying you were actually…”

“Actually,” you glance out the door, and find that Jack’s still gone. “Well…”

“Hey, I don’t mean to intrude,” Bruce assures, squinting over the table at you in a way that makes you cross your legs. “Just tell me to get lost any time, you won’t hurt my feelings. Won’t be the first time tonight.” He smiles, and thanks the waiter as the drinks are brought out. You find yourself smiling a little too at the guy’s charming humour. “So,” he says, “A toast to two lonely people, being not so lonely together.” You raise yours, and the two of you take a sip. You’re more reluctant now to tell him that you aren’t, in fact, as lonely as he seems to think you are.

“Can I tell you something?” he leans forward. You do as well.

“Okay.”

“I think you look beautiful.” He takes another sip of the expensive champagne. “That’s why I came over. Do you come here often? Because I swear you look familiar.”

“Oh… been here once or twice,” you lie. Bruce nods.

“Huh. What’s your name?”

Just as you’re about to tell him, you’re both surprised when a hand lands on Bruce’s shoulder. You look over to see Jack, and Bruce also meets his eye.

Something indecipherable flashes in Bruce’s eyes– like a strange mix of shock and contempt.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne,” Jack says, voice patronizing, “But you happen to be in my seat.”

Bruce picks up his jaw, managing to get up.

“Sure. Sorry– I didn’t know. Hey, g'night… you two.”

“The bottle–” you call after him.

“Keep it. Enjoy it.”

As Bruce heads off, head down and hands stuffed in his pockets, Jack checks the label on the bottle.

“Well. Don’t mind if we do.”

Bruce looks back at you, gaze intense as the man himself, and you fan yourself a little.

“Enjoyed your time with Mr. Wayne while I was gone, did you honey?” your lover asks through gritted teeth.

“Jealous?” you tease, willing your voice not to waver. Jack just smiles.

“What have I got to be jealous about? I’ve got a pretty little thing for my arm, who loves me and is loyal to me. Tell me– is that any reason to be jealous?”

“No.”

You chance a look up, and see Bruce watching you from the bar. No matter how you’re rationalizing it, telling yourself you want to stay with one, the fact is always the same: there’s more than enough of you to go around.

[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.”

[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

[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.

[cowgurrrl]

Gold Dust Woman

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh you can’t pay me to stop writing these two now

Summary: Oscars season with Joel [1.1k]

Warnings: anxiety, two idiots being grossly in love

You're on set when you find out you got nominated for an Oscar. Hannah, your director, stopped the scene but made sure the cameras were still rolling as she walked up to you. "The Academy just nominated you for Best Actress for The Beginning of the End." She told you, and you immediately burst into tears. The cast comes out from every corner of the sound stage to hug you and tell you how excited they are for you. It's a beautiful moment surrounded by love and pride, and you struggle to keep the Oscars out of your head as you try to go back to work. Joel buys you flowers and takes you and the girls to a nice dinner the night you find out about the nomination.

You're a nervous wreck in the weeks leading up to the award show. Sierra tries to tell you to enjoy the night and not worry about the outcome, but it's hard. Winning an Oscar has been your dream since you were a kid, and the idea that you're this close is freaking you out. You spend your time working, probably a little more than you should, and putting together an outfit for the night. If you're gonna lose, you might as well look good doing it. 

On the day of the Oscars, you spend the whole day getting ready, letting your stylist and makeup artists take over the process so you don't have to worry. They put you in a stunning royal blue dress with gold embellishments adorning the bust and the skirt. Joel matches with a suit made specifically for him from the same fabric as your dress with the matching embellishments over his shoulders. He even put his own touch to his jacket, adding a rainbow pin to his lapel to show support for Ellie, who recently came out. His new favorite thing is finding anything with a rainbow on it for him or Ellie and wearing it proudly, so you're not too surprised when you catch him adding it to his jacket. 

You each take some glam shots in your house before leaving for the Dolby Theatre, your knee bouncing anxiously the whole ride over. Joel is the perfect distraction with his touselled curls and sleek black sunglasses covering his eyes. He looks annoyingly hot and is the most perfect supportive partner ever, promising to love you still, no matter the outcome. You're only slightly frustrated with how attracted you are to him. When you get to the red carpet, he lets you take all the solo shots before you finally convince him that it's okay to come to take pictures with you. "I didn't wanna be in the way!" He says, making you laugh. 

You get to meet celebrities you've never gotten to meet before, and you also get to see lots of old friends. When Jack Nicholson casually offers you a sip of whiskey from his hidden flask, you decide you've officially made it. You and Joel do the Glambot with him spinning you under his arm, showing off how your dress flows, and he waits patiently while you do interviews talking about what a privilege it is to be nominated and how excited you are to see everybody. By the time you're able to get into the Dolby Theatre and sit at your table, you're still incredibly nervous, but you feel a little bit better. Wine helps too.

You have two glasses with dinner before deciding to stop so you wouldn't be too drunk in case you do win. Joel is incredibly affectionate as you sit there with anxiety rolling off you in waves. He holds your hand, kisses your cheek, rubs your knee, anything to get your mind off how slow the categories are moving. When they finally get the Best Actress category, he grabs your hand in both of his and squeezes as they announce all the names. The women you're nominated alongside are extremely talented people who've been in the industry twice as long as you have. Their movies have made you cry, laugh, smile, and rethink your life, and isn't that what the best art is supposed to do?

"And the Oscar goes to..." the announcer says as he opens the envelope. You keep an even face, knowing the cameras are pointed at you, as you squeeze Joel's hand with every bit of strength. The second you hear your name, your ears ring, and the world explodes into white noise. Carolina and Ryan jump up and down from one table away, and the people you've modeled your career after are standing and applauding you. You find your feet and stand, hugging and kissing Joel before he escorts you to the front of the stage, falling back as you reach the stairs. The announcers hug you and hand you the heavy gold statue and the card with your name on it. They step aside and let you have the floor as a timer behind the camera counts down. 

"Wow. Oh, my God. This is incredible," you say breathlessly. "Um, I'd like to thank the Academy for this amazing opportunity. I'm so honored to be nominated alongside some of the best actresses of our time, and I don't know if I will ever do anything as cool as this. When I made this movie, I was in a really weird headspace, and I didn't know how to bring this story to life, but I knew I wanted to do and I wanted to do it justice. Our director, Lilah Hanover, helped me do some incredible character work and gave me the space to try new things. I owe you my life, Mrs. Hanover. I want to thank my parents for letting me move to New York City and start my career. Ryan and Carolina, you guys have been my best friends since the beginning, and I couldn't imagine doing life without you," you speed up as your timer ticks down, and you try to go through your list. 

"I couldn't have done this without my amazing team of people who support me every day and allow me to create art that makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile. I love what I do, and I never take it for granted. Um, to Sarah and Ellie Miller, I'm so honored to be in your lives, and I love you forever. Joel Miller," you find his eyes as he sits at the bottom of the stage, and you smile. "You are my rock, my safe place, my second chance, everything. There are no words to describe how much I love you, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to find them. Thank you." With that, the music plays out, and you follow the announcers backstage, where you look at your Oscar for the very first time and burst into tears. 

Bonus: instagram stories after your win 😌

[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.

[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 :/ )

[myveryownfanfiction]

Minors DNI

warnings: drinking, ghost/human relationship

AN: a post Halloween Halloween story starring the one and only Jack Torrance. Enjoy

”Hold on. I think I need to be drunk to hear this.” Jack reached over the bar and poured himself another drink. I grabbed the bottle before he could finish and put it back.

”No you don’t.” Jack shot me a glare that I ignored. “As I was saying. let’s have a Halloween party. Dress up and invite the other guests.”

“You really think theyll play nice? Do you really think Grady will play nice?” I rolled my eyes. “Because I don’t think so. You’re the only living inhabitant here sweetheart. I’m not taking that chance.” Taking a deep breath, I walked out from behind the bar.

”I’m the caretaker. he’ll listen.” Jack snorted and I smacked him upside the head. “He has to.”

”like he listened to me? Face it doll. He won’t listen and I’m not taking that risk.” I scoffed and walked off knowing Jack would follow me. The tell tale slamming of a glass on the bar made me smirk. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Dammit!” Jack popped up next to me and slung his arm over my shoulder. “Dammit (Y/N). Fine. I’ll help you. Fuck if I don’t.“ I turned and kissed his cheek.

”thanks Jack. this means a lot to me.” Jack pulled me tighter and kissed my forehead.

“things we do for those we love.” I chuckled and dragged him up to my room. Formally his room.

“alright. Sit over there and I’ll help you get your costume together.” Jack rolled his eyes but did what I asked anyway.

“I don’t get a say in any of this?“ Jack leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs in front of him. I shook my head no and grabbed the grease paint. Jack shifted and patted his thigh. “Fine but at least I get the best view in the house.” I laughed before settling on his lap.

“Once this is done you get to go back to drinking and playing the joker.” I bit my lip as I carefully applied the white paint to jacks face. “I’ll be down In twenty minutes once you are done. Close your eyes.” Jack closed his eyes and I carefully ran the brush over them. “Ok. Open them. Close your mouth.” I twisted in my spot on jacks lap to put down the white paint and grab the red.

“what are you doing?” I felt Jack tense below me and smirked to myself as I shifted my weight. I felt pressure on my hips as Jack moved to stop me. “Sweetheart you might not want to do that right now.”

“Why not?” I leaned further back so I could grab a new brush. “I’m not doing anything.” Jack chuckled low and darkly.

“sweets you know what you’re doing.” i shrugged and turned back to apply the red strokes. “Just finish up this clown makeup so I can take care of Grady.” I giggled to myself as I got off jacks lap and went to grab the green that would go on his hair. Once I fishies I waved Jack off.

“take care of Grady and I’ll meet you in the gold ballroom in twenty.” Jack pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before disappearing. Quickly pulling my costume out of the closet, I dressed and did my own makeup. I stood in front of the mirror and twisted and turned. It didn’t look right. The costume was too tight in some places while too loose in others. The makeup looked ridiculous on me and I wasn’t used to styling my hair this way. I reached for the zipper just as Jack appeared behind me.

“what’s taking so long? Grady’s all locked up. He won’t be bothering us….” jacks eyes trailed over my costume. His eyes focused on my hand hovering over the zipper. “You’re taking it off already?” There was a smugness to his voice. “darling the party ain’t even started. But if you insist.” Jacks eyes flicked up to mine and he stopped. ”oh. Darling don’t. You look absolutely fantastic. Come on.“

”but you look amazing as the joker and then look at me! I look nothing like (favorite superhero/villain). It’s going to look ridiculous.“ Jack shook his head and wrapped his arms around me.

“No it won’t. You look breathtaking. You always do. If anyone should feel ridiculous it’s me. Covered in all this paint. You look perfect.“ Jack kissed my temple.

“you think so?” He nodded. I nodded and finally hugged him back.

“come on darling. Let’s go to our party.”

[droogiesanddiscourse]

HCs: R.P. McMurphy with an Artist S/O

Original Message: @anon “HELLO YOUR MAJESTY MAY I PLEASE REQUEST H/C’S FOR R.P MCMURPHY WITH A ARTIST S/O?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

A/N: HELP!!! WE’RE WRITING FOR R.P. MCMURPHY NOW AAA!!!! I am so so so so SO excited to get into this, I love this man so much I believe in Jack Nicholson supremacy. I love u bby thanks for the request! No warnings! Have fun! 

• This man is the biggest, most lovable goof out there. I don’t think he has a serious bone in his body. He’s always got new tricks up his sleeves to keep you on your toes, and you never know what to expect with your relationship with Mac.

• Of course he knew you were an artist even before you started dating. But he never really got to see much of your work, or your work process in general. And that’s okay, he respects your privacy. 

• Kinda. 

• Okay, not really, he wants to see what’s in that sketchbook one way or another. 

• “Whatcha’ doin’ there, baby?” He’ll sneak up behind you, catching you off guard as you try to frantically hide the sketches you made of Mac. Always being too quick for you, he snatches your sketchbook up, dangling it above your head out of reach. 

• “Aw my baby’s an artist!! Don’t be shy, don’t be shy! Let me see what you’re up to, okay?” He holds it above your reach again as you frantically jump up, trying to take it back. He can’t help but smile at this, you were just so cute when you get flustered. 

• Much to your dismay, he opens up your sketchbook and flips through the pages, shocked when he finds multiple sketches of him. His face drops in surprise, finding page after page of just nothing but him in various poses - sitting on the couch, his face in his hands, smoking a cigarette. For the first time, Mac is actually rendered speechless. He couldn’t believe someone would actually care about him enough to actually draw him. 

• “Look at that! That’s me, isn’t it?” Mac points, You nod your head, happy he likes your art and didn’t find it weird or anything. He gives you a smile back, matching your energy. “Wow, and after all this time you were hiding this from me??”

• Mac will hold the book up to his face, trying to match the pose you drew him in. He’ll point at the sketch, then back at his face, then at the sketch, then back at his face. “Ya, see that? Like lookin’ in a mirror!” This makes you both laugh. 

• He’ll lowly whistle in appreciation as he thumbs through the rest of your sketchbook. “You don’t gotta hide this from me anymore, hear me? I think these are absolutely fantastic, and I mean it.” He looks up at you, “I really wanna see what you create next, okay? Keep me in the loop.” 

• And with that, he gently tosses your sketchbook back down onto your desk and walks away, whistling a tune to himself like nothing just happened. He always enters any room in a whirlwind, and exits casually, leaving you a bit confused. He’s got a big personality. 

• He loves holding on to the little doodles you make, but he’s kinda a whole mess and will be like “Oh this...yeah this is some of your best work! I really love this one, mind if I keep it?” and then he shoved it in his pocket like an DUMMY. But he doesn’t do this with like, any malicious intent or anything he just wants to carry them everywhere he goes but like. He crumples them haha. But that’s how he shows his extremely chaotic affection and he NEVER loses any of them. He isn’t organized in the slightest, but he has his own ways. 

• He can’t draw. At all. I mean I’m not sure if this man knows how to hold a pencil properly. And that's okay! Because sometimes he’ll just like to sit with you and steal your pretty colored pencils / markers / pastels / paints and make some of his own “art.” Eventually you just buy him his own sketchbook so he can sit next to you and doodle with you. 

• Sometimes you gotta remind him to not waste paint though, because this man will just put giant GLOBS of paint on the canvas you give him, and he’ll get it all over the place too. But he’ll claim it’s apart of his ~artistic process~ and you ~can’t rush perfection~

• “Hey, c’mon! It’s ART, don’t you see? Hold on, get a better look at it.” He’ll hold it up in front of your face, nothing but a chaotic mix of colors and textures. “It’s very deep, I guess you just don’t understand, everybody’s a critic...” he’ll mouth off in a sarcastically sassy manner, barely being able to contain the smirk coiling on his lips. 

• PAINT NIGHTS??? Yes absolutely yes. Mac seems like the type of guy to want to watch a painting tutorial on VHS or something and have the two of you follow along, step-by-step. Bonus points if you get a little tipsy beforehand too, that just adds to the silliness and fun of it all. 

• Mac is just really honored to have such a talented and amazing s/o like you :’)