#reader x jack nicholson

[thelamb1429]

New Eyeless Jack doodle since i found my new sketchbook

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

[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.

[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.

[justastarlightslittleworld]

Joker (1989) x Reader Headcanons Part One

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Part Two will come out soon! Enjoy!

It all began when he first laid his eyes on you.

You, walking down the sidewalk with a book in hand. Your eyes glueing to the words that filled up your mind with pure imagination.

That's when he knew that he had to have you.

You received flowers and a love letter the following day.

You didn't think much from it.

However, more letters came to you.

It became creepy to you.

At night, whenever you would head home, all of sudden, you would get this feeling that someone was watching you. You stopped before looking around the streets. Nothing.

You narrowed your eyes before continuing to walk.

One night, you woke up to the sound of someone breaking into your home. You immediately rush to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. In case you need to defend yourself.

You tiptoed to where the sound was made.

All you saw was a open window and a mess of shattered glass on the floor.

Creak.

In an instant, the knife went out flying from your hand as your face was pressed against a broad chest.

You then looked up.

Joker grinned at you as he quickly covered your mouth with his gloved hand to prevent you from screaming.

"My my, I've always assumed you were gorgeous."

He leans in and observes your eyes.

"But seeing you up this close."

"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." He says softly.

As soon as you heard those words, your cheeks flush in redness.

Nobody has ever said that to you before.

The moment quickly came to an end when you felt a light prick on your arm. You start to feel dizzy and your eyes immediately felt heavy.

"Sorry to do this but for now, just sleep." Was the last thing you heard before you passed out in his arms.

[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

[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.”

[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.

[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 :/ )

[montimer]

(1989) Joker x gn!reader

Headcanons

He would see you in public. Somehow you catch his eyes and so he gets interested in you.

First he would send you a gift with flowers inside and a love letter.

After that he would break into ur home. You are of course terrified, backing away from him. He just gets closer until he pushes you to the wall. He then gives you a long passionate kiss. Which makes you freeze. And so he takes you w/ him to his hideout.

He will want to dance w/ you. Not caring if you want to or not. He's stronger, you can't get out of his grip. And you don't want to make him angry.

He'll talk to you in a soft tone. Telling you sweet things. One of those are that he will rip anyones lungs out if they talk bad about you.

And you do fall for him just from that. And so you just let him shower you w/ affection. Kissing ur hands first to see ur reaction. If you do seem to like it, he will go for ur neck.

After agreeing to be w/ him, he'll let you go. "But promise you come back, angel!"

Aaand you do come back.

He will often kiss you out of nowhere. He likes being close to you. And to make you flustered.

Want anything? Sure he'll get it for you. Or if hes busy he'll give ya some money, so you can get it for yourself.

He will give you hugs when hes feeling more soft.

When you give him affection for the first time, he will freeze down. Not in a bad way, more in a 'holy crap this is really happening' way. And he'll just let you do whatever you want to him. Gentle, rough or between, no matter how, he will love it. Because it's from you.

When you are out for a longer time, like 1 or 2 hours. He will go after you, and when he finds you he gives you a big hug and a kiss to the cheeks saying "I missed ya". If you were out w/ someone, well they'll be more than suprised. If they try to 'save' you, he'll be mad at em. Also he's a little jealous you were out w/ someone that is not him. Anyways, he'll let it go.

He will call you a lot of things 'love,darling,my dear,sweety' etc..

He loves you so much, he doesn't want you to get hurt. He has a soft spot for you.

[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

[justastarlightslittleworld]

Joker (1989) x Reader Headcanons Part Two

A/N: Sorry it took so long for post this. The last part will come out eventually. Enjoy!

Back at the hideout, Joker unlocks the door before carrying your sleeping figure in a bridal position to his room.

He then puts you to bed as he pulls the covers over your shoulders. Getting you all comfortable.

He smiles at you lovingly before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. You, letting out a soft noise in response.

"Sleep tight, love." He whispered.

He gives you one last look before leaving, closing the door as he locks it.

The next morning came around. Sunlight travels through the purple curtains, making it's way to shine on your face. You slowly peered your eyes open, trying to adjust them.

You let out a yawn before sitting up.

Wait a minute.

You looked around your surroundings.

You were in an unfamiliar room. Everything was either in purple, orange or blue.

How long have you been out?

Your mind trying to recollect what happened before ending up in this room. You remember someone breaking into your home and you saw this permanent smile on their face. The odd thing about their smile was that they had bright red lips.

And what did they want from you?

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you heard a lock forming somewhere. You immediately think about escaping but all you did was stay there. The door creaked open just as Joker came in.

Joker then looked at you as he smiled.

"Ah, good morning love. How was your nap?"

You didn't say anything for a moment as you stared at him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Joker. The clown prince of crime! You may have heard of me as Jack Napier." He said.

Jack Napier? Wasn't he one of Gotham's most wanted criminals? Oh god, don't tell me this man kidnapped you!?

"But Jack is now dead. So I would like that you never mention him."

You slowly nodded.

"Good."

He then approaches you.

He raises his gloved hand and pulls a strand of your hair away from your face, putting it behind your ear. Making you flinch in fear. He didn't seem to notice you flinching.

"Why am I here?" You asked.

"You're here because I love you. And I want you to be mine. So, be mine?" He replied, smiling once more.

"Okay." Was all you said. Even though you didn't want to and because you didn't want to see what he's like when he's angry. He did kidnap you and brought you here. You didn't know him at all either.

So, from this point on, you were his. Whether you like it or not. However, you have hope that maybe you'll get to leave him or escape from him. But for now, you'll just have to play along.

[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.

[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 😌