#sean mcloughlin x female reader

[sleepychai-fics]

Jacksepticeye x Fem!Reader - Possessed

Request: Anon: Gaaaasp open requests?? How about a Jack x fem!reader, where (y/n) gets replaced by her secret evil ego and Jack figures it out?

Pronouns = female

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Words: 1776

I’m so sorry this is late. I failed my promise again I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Also I know it’s not exactly valentines-ey but it was the next thing on my list to type and I just wanted to get something out. Anyway I hope you enjoy

Entering the house set off all kinds of alarms for Sean. He pauses in the doorway, overcome by the dense atmosphere that seemed to fill the house, and takes a cautious look around the house.

“(Y/n)?” He calls out with hesitance. With no immediate response, he begins to panic.

After closing and locking the door, he begins to search each room. With every empty room, his anxiety grows. The fear of the unknown aura looms over him with every frantic step which only fuels his anxiety.

He turns to the kitchen, th last place yet to look.

It’s subtle, but the slight change of atmosphere is evident. Sean stops just before the kitchen, taking his place against the wall as he tries to get a sense of the mood.

The density remains but now holds the feeling of distress and misery. But even with the concentrated aura, it feel as if it’s being held back, restrained, preventiong it from complete expression, taken over by an overwhelming force of psychic energy. How Sean knew this was beyond him, but there was no mistaking it; his mind was thrumming with an electric numbness, there was no other identification for the invisible force.

Sean take a deep breath, preparing himself for what might present itself, and stepped foot into the kitchen doorway.

There you were, back to him with a steaming kettle on one side and a coffee jar on the other.

Relief should be flooding over Sean, but its not. Instead he feels more apprehensive.

“(Y/n)?”

“Sean!” You shout with glee. You turn around, once putting down the spoon in your hand, and approach Sean. “Hey Baby! I missed you!” You wrap your arms around Sean’s neck and hug him tightly.

Hesitantly, Sean places his hands on your hips. He takes this moment to recollect what he’d just seen.

Your skin had paled in colour. Your eyes, though lively, looked dull and soulless. And he couldn’t stop recalling the flicker of anguish and struggle that flushed beneath your pupils.

It was as if there was someone behind them, trapped and trying to escape.

Sean gathers up the confidence to speak.

“I-I wasn’t gone long love. I only went down to the grocery store.” Sean pushes you away, enough to gaze into your eyes.

You look at him sweetly and let go of the embrace. “I know but I still missed you.”

Sean’s heart flutters as you return to the counter to continue making the coffee. He chews on his lips briefly, deep in thought as he speaks once again.

“I couldn’t find any tampons at the store, they ran out of stock.”

“Oh that’s fine. I’m sure we can make time to go out tomorrow.”

His heart begins to thunder against his chest as fear floods through his veins. He takes another minute to compose himself, clenching up his fists tightly by his side and staring at you with uneasiness. As he musters up his courage, he silently prays, hoping that his mind would be proven wrong.

“We’re doing a cola with Mark and Amy tomorrow.”

“Oh, well then I’m sure we can still make time to go out for a few minutes.”

Hope breaks inside of Sean’s mind as he sets his face in rage and takes a step back. His mind fills with dread and begins to prepare for what may turn out to be an emotional battle.

“You’re not (Y/n).”

You choke out a laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Sean. “Sean! You’re being silly.”

“No, I’m not” His voice drops dangerously low and he’s not sure if it’s from anger, sorrow, worry or all three. “I never went to the grocery store, I dropped off a game USB for Robin. (Y/n) doesn’t need tampons, she has contraception. And the collar isn’t until next week.”

The room is blanketed in silence as Sean finishes his discovery. You stand there in place at the counter, back to Sean and hands frozen mid-air above the mugs. The air is thick with tension and if that doesn’t dive away anything, the change in aura does. Instead of being is distress, it seems to have a will of power, clawing at the wisp of freedom before once again being taken over by the comprehensive energy.

“I should’ve had telepathy.”

Soft scraping jerks Sean’s attentions to the curtains. He gasps as he stares at the moving fabric as it slides across the railing itself, only stopping when it completely covered the windows and glass door.

His eyes gaze at the unexpected occurrence and he can only stand there and witness in shock.

A low chuckle draws his attention back to you and he surprises and shock only seems to continue from there.

Your beautiful (e/c) eyes are replaced with metallic purple ones. What once held kindness and grace, now stares at Sean with menace and pure evil. 

Your fingers had been twitched ar slight angles and a misty blue emitted from your palms, dripping down in thin strings of air and pooling at your feet.

The lights begin to dim as you creep your way towards Sean.

He wanted to move, to back away, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. Something was stopping him from moving, keeping him in place. And it didn’t take him a second thought to know it was you.

“Can you feel it?” Your voice dripped with venom, lower than your honey sweet voice, and flaunting danger. Sean grunts in struggle as you begin to circle him, eyes tracking you with each step you take. 

He tried to move his head but is unable to do anything but watch as you disappear from his vision.

“That raw power around the room?” You taunt him, giggling with wicked delight as you firmly grab a hold of his shoulder, making his breath hitch. “That’s me.” You whisper into his ear and walk around the room to face him.

“Who are you?” Sean seethes through his lips, blue eyes glaring into your stone cold ones.

“Oh sweetie. I’m what you humans would call, an ego. But is a name is what you’re looking for,” You lean towards Sean, eyes seductively looking into his. “Call me Ziera.”

“What have you done to (Y/n)!?” Sean yells in a futile attempt.

You pat his cheek and pout. “Oh hush baby, she’s still here. In fact,” You tap your temple. “She’s right here, watching us with a front row seat. Isn’t that great?”

“No.” Sean grunts, his heart breaking at the thought of you being mentally restrained.

“Oh yes.” You whisper with delight, giggling and lifting a hand, letting your fingers graze his cheek. “You wanna know what she’s doing now?”

Sean continues to seethe in anger through his teeth, glaring fiercely at you.

“She’s screaming, begging to be let free. Begging to be with you. Begging me not to hurt you. How pathetic is that huh? So pitiful.”

“Let her go!”

“Oh? But our fun has only just begun!” Your fingers slide down his throat as you step away form him, hands hovering by your sides. “There’s still so much I want to do to you.”

Sean grunts and huffs in anger as he tries to fight against the invisible force holding him back.

You smile drops. “You wanna know the amazing thing about telekinesis?” 

Sean’s breath hitches as you raise your hand in front of you, fingers barely inches apart. 

“You don’t even have to touch the object. It’s all about the mind.” With that, you inch your fingers closer together, and Sean’s throat closes against his will.

He chokes and desperately urges for his throat to open up and allow him the breath he is being denied, but it’s no use.

He stares at you in fear as he suffers painfully. You stand there with a smirk, an evil glint in your eyes. But as Sean strains to focus on your eyes, he sees a flicker of pain.

Black spots begin to cloud his vision and a light headed feeling creeps up on him. Hope fades for a second, but rises once again.

A flurry of power overtakes him in a rush and he barely see the lights spark as a powerful impact within him explodes, sending him a few feet on the floor.

Sean gasps and moves his hands to his throat, itching his throat as he regains the oxygen he was denied. He lays there for a minute, panting and coming to terms with his very much alive state, before lifting his head up towards the kitchen. The sight before him is just another shocker to add to the night.

Anti pushes you up against the counter, his hand wrapped around your throat and pushing your head against the cupboard. His other hand, armed with his knife, presses against your stomach, barely spilling blood.

Power radiates from the room as your glowing purple eyes menacingly at the ones of the glitch demons, which glares with an equally menacing one.

“So, glitch bitch finally decided to pop in huh?” You growl.

Anti’s own growl is chopped up with the static and glitches that courses through him in anger. “Don’t call me that.”

“Awe, did I hit a nerve?” Your taunt causes Anti to growl press the knife into your stomach, piercing the skin.

Sean jerked up onto his feet, reaching out with his hand. “Anti don’t -“ 

“Oh hush, I know this is your girlfriend. It’s a minor flesh wound, nothing the doc can’t fix.”

The reassurance, although weird, sent comfort and gratitude over Sean, something he had never experienced with Anti.

“So, why decide to pop in now? And not while your host was frozen?” You spoke with venom.

“You can mess with him all you like but I’m the only one who can kill him.”

And just like that, the comfort is gone.

“Only because you can resurrect him.”

“That’s right!”

You look from Anti to Sean, then back to Anti. “Well, it’s clear that my presence isn’t wanted.”

“Never was to begin with.”

“So I’ll be on my way shall I?”

“Not so fast.” Anti growls, snarling viscously at you. “Get out of her body.”

Your smirk is off-putting, more so as power pulses around the room. “No can do.”

With a rush of wind and a blast of power, Anti is sent flying across the room, crashing through the glass window.

Blue mist pools around you and leaks from your body. You turn to Sean, eyes locking with his.

“She’s mine.”

With a flash of light and an eruption of blue mist, you’re gone.

~

poof!

[exploritoryinc]

Stream Sleeper: JackSepticEye x Reader

When Sean asked you to help with the latest charity stream, how could you say no?

Series: No

Pairing: Sean/Reader

Reader Gender: female

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Reader ignores her bodies needs?

@flashlightariana

“Hey, could you help me with the stream tomorrow? I was thinking we could do some silly couples games for different milestones.” Sean's head popped around  the corner of your room. “The fans love it when you come on camera.”

“Sure, I guess I can sell my image for charity.”

Sean laughed, and the two of you worked together to get the donation page set up with a few milestone prizes, as well as one surprise for when the goal was reached. Then you had cameras to set up, mic packs to test, snacks to arrange. Soon it was well past four in the morning. You had sent Sean to bed hours ago, claiming you would finish, it would only take a few more minutes...

It was time for the stream! You started off well, managing to push your exhaustion back with an energy drink, but as the day went on you could feel you energy slipping away.

Sean was intensely focused on the game he was playing, so focused he hadn't noticed you go quiet. But chat did. The bell rang for a $1000 donation, and Sean finally paused to read the note attached. She's asleep! So cute.

He turned his head to find that yes, you were in fact asleep on his shoulder, not merely using him as a headrest to read chat like he had thought.

“You guys!” He whispered. “That's the love of my life right there, drool and all.”

[mangled-dreams]

Snowed In

I had started this story back in November, however I didn’t finish it until now because I though I’d deleted it. Sean x Reader. 

“The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.” You sing softly staring blankly out the snow covered window. Your breath fogs up the window just to disappear again. You smile to yourself humming Let it Snow as the wood stove behind you crackles and pops. It's peaceful here in the hills, but it's also lonely.

You were supposed to have company on this little venture, however many people had to cancel. You sigh and rest your forehead against the cold window. It wasn't until you'd already arrived at the lodge getting it ready when the texts and phone calls started.

You'd been working for nearly a week getting everything clean, fixing up the roof and stocking up wood, clothing, food...all for nothing. Now you're practically stuck at the lodge by yourself. It's a family members lodge and they let you use it if you got it ready. It'd been a good trade off. You're pretty handy with an ax and hammer.

You'd been excited and happy to have your friends join you for a week of winter fun and laughter. The premise itself reminds you of a video game you'd played... oh what was the name of that game...

Until Dawn.

That's right. You'd played it on your channel a while ago and so had a few of your YouTube buddies, it was an interesting game, but a little nerve wracking. Forcing you to doubt your choices, regretting how you reacted to certain actions...the deaths of your “friends.” It'd been horrifying as well as entertaining.

With a sad sigh, you push away from the window and head to the fire, restocking it before looking at your phone. Mark had promised to at least try and join you for a day or so between work and family, but the out look isn't promising.

Jessica and David had to cancel in order to tend to a family emergency. Wade and Molly had to declined because of conflicting work schedules, which you completely understand. Ethan and Tyler had RSVP, as did Amy, Kathryn, and your friend Tiffany. Now you're not sure who, if anyone will end up visiting.

The wind is blowing hard by the time you get the energy to make yourself something to eat. You looking out the window, watching the wind blow snow roughly against the window. But it's during a small calm spot that you see something new.

Headlights.

Raising a brow you turn off the propane powered stove and grab the thick winter jacket from by the door. You slip on the bulky fabric and shove your feet into your snow boots. You don't put on your show pants, you don't plan to be outside for too long, but you do wrap your scarf around your neck and shove your hat on before opening the door and step out.

It's a jeep. A really worn out jeep. You wonder if it's a neighbor, or local come to check on you. Maybe it's your cousin come to see if you're okay. You wait for whoever is at the wheel to exit as the wind picks up and the Jeep comes to a stop a few yards from the house.

You see the bright blue hair first and perk up. You're not sure who it is but it makes you happy. You can't see the face through the snow and darkness but the hair stands out like a sore thumb. You hear the passenger door creek open.

“HEY!!! COME HELP WITH THE BAGS!!” You hear Mark shout from the jeep. You nearly jump down the stairs to help Mark and—you assume to be Ethan into the house.

“ANYONE ELSE WITH YOU?” you shout just about to the jeep.

“FOOK! IT'S FOOKING COLD HERE! JESUS CHRIST, LET'S GET INSIDE!” Sean shouts slamming the jeep door close and rounds the back to get in the trunk. You laugh meeting Mark on the passenger's side.

“I didn't think anyone would make it!” You say loudly but don't have to scream any more.

“What, and leave you here all alone? Never.” Mark laughs tossing a large duffel bag at Sean. You smile at Mark and take a few bags from him.

“Thank you for coming. It means a lot.” you tell him noticing a body like shape on the driver's side. “Is that a dead body?” you ask earning a chuckle from Mark.

“No, it's Ethan. We just happened to get in at the same time.” Mark tells you tossing a small pop bottle at Ethan startling him awake.

You giggle behind your gloved hand managing to ask, "And there's a difference?"

“Wha—where are we? Are we here?” he asks looking around confused and slightly disheveled. Part of his hair that was pressed against the window is now sticking up.

“Yeah, come on. We gotta get inside.” Mark says shooing you away while he takes a few more things out of the jeep with Ethan's help. You laugh as you hurry carefully up the stairs. You'd made sure to keep them mostly clear and have a lot of deicing salt everywhere to keep everyone safe. With the increased snow fall you have to kick the snow out of your pathway as you make your way up to the house.

“Do you think she knows?” Ethan asks shivering as he huddles closer to Mark. Mark shakes his head.

“No, but she'll be so happy.” Mark says.

“Jackie!” you shout opening your arms to hug your favorite Irishman. Sean jumps from the fire and hugs you back.

“Devil! How ya been?” Sean responds pulling away from you an guides you to the fire. You laugh kneeling down to move logs around and restock it.

“I've been good. You have no idea how happy I am to see you!” You say smiling at Sean. It's hard for you to hide how much you adore this man. Mark teases you relentlessly about being in love, and in actuality you are, but you rarely ever give into his teasing.

“Glad to be here. I didn't realize how fooking cold it'd be here. Mark said it'd be cold, but not this cold.” Sean laughs noting how Mark and Ethan whisper to each other as they walk towards the stairs. He gets the feeling the pair are talking about the two of you. “Do ya have the rooms set up? Need any help?” Sean asks.

You shake your head. “No, but thanks Sean. I already had everything ready to go about three days ago.” You say hoping Sean would leave it at that. You don't actually want everyone to know how much work you'd put into getting everything ready.

“Wait. Did you say three days ago? How long have you been here?” Sean asks looking around the lodge. He assumed the place was just really well kept.

“Ah...” you glance around, quite proud with yourself, but you don't need the credit for your work. “A few days. No one's used the lodge in... a while, so I had to clean a few thing before everyone arrived.” you say turning away from Sean to head back to the kitchen. “I was in the middle of making dinner, are you hungry?” You ask changing the subject.

Sean squints his eyes as he follow you, not quite sure if he believes your story. You're not very good at lying. "How long is a few days?" Sean presses.

You mentally fight against your nervous tick, a quick shift of your head, but fail. You can feel Sean staring holes into the back of your head and you're once again reminded how determined this man can be. You can't even light the friggin' propane powered eye to heat up your soup with him staring at you, waiting for your response. With a sigh you weakly tell him, "a week?" It comes out more as a questions than an answer. You force yourself to look over your shoulder at him. "Now before you get all...."

"A week? Were you plannin' to just stay here if no one showed up?" he ask a little upset with your response. He thought maybe a few days, but if getting things ready took a week the lodge must have been in pretty bad shape.

"Well, I take it you notice there isn't any other vehicle in the drive way. My cousin had a neighbor bring me out. I'm no good with driving in the snow, so it was the plan to be out here for the week getting things ready and then when everyone showed up. I, ah, didn't account for so many to bail." You say trying to play off how depressing it is to have so many cancel on you.

Sean rests his upper half on the counter top, studying your expressions as you try to ignore his presence for the most part. Well, it's not so much you're trying to ignore his presence, more like you're trying to not to crack under his watchful eyes.

"Sean, please. I'm trying to cook." You say hearing Mark and Ethan laugh and clomp down the stairs. Finally, some distraction.

"Hey! Mark, Ethan, the lil' banshee here was going to stay up 'ere all by 'erself if no one showed up." Sean announces much to your shock and horror.

"Sean!" you hiss feeling your face heat up. You don't know if they can see the bush under your olive tone skin, but you feel on fire.

"What? Y/N, is that true?" Mark ask stopping just short of the counter, his eyes trained on you.

"What? No. Have you ever heard of cabin fever? They made a really bad horror movie about it." Ethan responds. You roll your eyes at Ethan.

"It's nothing like that, Ethan." you tell him sternly. "Sure; it would be lonely but it's not so bad up here. Plus, if I needed to get home any sooner I could call one of my cousins, or even the neighbor to come get me." You add finally able to light the stove eye aflame and stir your soup.

"You weren't going to tell us if you had to stay up here alone, were you?" Mark asks. You feel a little confused at his round about way, but understand it all the same.

"Of course not. Why would I tell you about a pathetic weekend like that?" You responds stirring your soup idly. "Besides, like I said, being stuck here wouldn't be so bad.. it'd give me time to reflect on a lot, think about new ideas and sketches." You say shrugging your shoulder.

Before anyone can comment you hear a loud and urgent knock on the door. Ethan jumps alongside Mark and Sean heads to the door. "Check the viewing box!" you shout wanting to take precautions since you don't know the area and there have been drifters that have tried to make camp in the lodge during the winter.

Sean nod, muttering something under his breath, but still uses the three by four inch viewing hole. He smiles, throwing the door open. "Get in here and warm up!" Sean shouts as Amy and Kathryn stumble into the lodge, their whole bodies shaking from the cold temperatures.

"You came!" You shout happily. Mark and Ethan quickly go to the pair and take their few things, ushering them towards the fire while you get out your extras and heat up more soup. It's a hearty chicken noodle that you're father had taught you when you were little.

You're glad you'd decided to make much more than what you would need for just yourself. "I didn't think you'd make it up." You greet your friends holding two steaming bowls of chicken noodle with chunks of veggies in them to the pair. Both give their thanks and take the bowls, letting the warmth seep into their nearly frozen hands. "Did you walk all the way here?" you ask noting how much snow is melting off their coats by the door.

"W...we slid off the road half way up." Amy admits much to Mark's vocal disapproval.

"Was there ice?" you ask going to the closet and pull out thick wool blankets and drape them over Kathryn and Amy's shoulders. They're brand new and freshly washed.

"Thanks, and not really. I mean the road was covered with snow, but a deer darted out and we ended up in the ditch." Kathryn says as color slowly comes to her face again. You nod noting the wind picking up outside.

"There are little fires in each of the rooms, I'm going to get them started. The wind is picking up and we may lose power." you say deciding to make sure the propane tanks outside are secured along with bring in extra wood.

"Need any help?" Mark asks when you start to split away from the group.

You shrug. "If you can start a fire, you can help with that. I have what... five rooms to get warm?"

Ethan gives you a confused look. "Five?" he asks. You nod.

"I mean everyone can bunk up, but there's enough rooms that everyone can have their own. I assume that Mark and Amy are going to share, so... yeah, five." you say watching Amy huddle into the blanket a little. You chuckle. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You two are dating and I am in no way disapproving." You add laughing when even Mark looks a little embarrassed. You love getting back at Mark.

"Fine, those two are sharin' a room, but wouldn't it make more sense to put two people to a room anyways? Body heat and all that?" Sean asks and you notice how close he's gotten to you.

"Well... I mean yeah, if you put it that way. But the beds are all queens and kings. There is a kids room that has twin beds in it, but I dunno, Sean, how close are you with Ethan?" you ask smirking at the slight tinting on his cheeks.

"I don't mind sharing a bed with Sean. I can v-log about it later and get all his viewers jealous." Ethan jokes earning a quick response from Sean.

"Shut it!" Sean shouts a little flustered. You cover your mouth and giggle.

"Okay, so you all get the room thing figured out and we'll touch bases in a few minutes." You nearly have to shout as everyone starts talking at once about the sleeping arrangements. Your smile refuses to leave your lips as you exit the main living room area. Sure, the lodge is big, but with only a small amount of people you don't see a reason to open up the rest of the building.

Keeping the main areas well heated is your main priority. Slipping your spare jacket on and thick gloves you open the back door and step outside. The wind is actually calm right now, but you can feel the drop in temp. Grabbing up a medium sized wicker basket you walk to the wood pile you'd stacked and load it up. You've already resigned yourself to this freezing fate for the remained of your stay at the lodge.

When you enter the lodge once again you can hear everyone talking loudly and laughing in the living room. You smile again as you move from room to room, starting up the fires and stocking them before moving on. There are luggage bags in each of the rooms as your friends claim them, but it's not until you get to the last room with luggage in it that makes you pause. Setting down your basket your stare at your luggage and that of a rather foul mouthed Irishman. You put the thought a side for a few minutes, long enough to get the fire started and cast the room in a soft orange red glow before looking at the luggage again.

Some one must be playing a joke, or honestly misplaced their luggage. Taking the basket again you go for the back door again to reload your basket and fill the smaller baskets in each of the rooms. When you're done you head into the living room, ready to ask questions about the rooming arrangements and who put your things in Sean's room.

You don't get to ask questions right away. No one is in the living room. This alone wouldn't be so odd if you hadn't just been in their rooms stocking wood for the night. Looking around and actually walking into the kitchen and pantry area you still don't see or hear anyone. With a frown you go the front door and slowly open it.

"Mark? Amy? Sean?" You call looking around. The wind is starting to pick up again and you wait a few more seconds before stepping back inside the lodge and close the door. You know you aren't hallucinating your friends being there. The blankets and empty bowls of soup can attest to that. You stand in silence a little longer before hearing giggling come from the left side of the lodge. You frown, regretting telling Sean this is a family members house. Closing your eyes, you scrunch your nose and head into the family room.

It's literally a room with photos and keepsakes of your family. You already know they must have found the old photo albums and are searching through them.

"Oh! Look at her! She's so tiny!" You hear Amy coo as you enter the freezing room.

"No, don't look. Put the books down and get out." you say sternly, almost harshly but no one pays you any mind. They know you don't mean it. You're just embarrassed.

"Serious, is that her?" Sean asks setting down a framed photo of your mother and her siblings as children. Your face heats up at the thought of Sean seeing you in what ever embarrassing photo your aunt and uncle deemed appropriate for the photo album.

"So, hey, I have a question." You say rather loudly as your friends continue to thumb through your embarrassing moments. "Why is my luggage in Sean's room?" You ask as eyes turn to take you in, as if just realizing you're there. You glare back at them.

"So, that...we're doing an experiment." Ethan offers with a big smile. You glare at him, watching his smile waiver a little.

"Experiment?" you echo looking between your gathered friends. Sean looks uncomfortable about the whole thing and you call it out. "Okay, well no. Sean looks really uncomfortable about that and I want everyone to have good time." you say as Mark elbows Sean behind Amy and Kathryn's backs. You give him a look that says seriously?

Sean clears his throat, looking away from you for a moment before saying, "I'm fine with it. I mean, ya know, we are friends... and all..." You feel back for Sean, from your stance it looks like Mark is forcing him.

"Mark, make this better before bed, or I'm making you sleep outside." you say sternly, looking Mark dead in the eye. "I know you're behind this, make it better. Meanwhile, I have things to check on." You tell him watching him flounder a little. His head pulled back causing many creases in his neck. You laugh at the expression on his face. "Sometimes I really hate how much I adore you, you dork." You laugh waving your hand at him.

You hear them laugh as you leave. You still have to check the propane tanks and then ensure you cover the wood pile. Granted you should have done that earlier when you got the wood for the rooms, but you still have to restock the living room. Gearing up to head back outside you feel a large hand grip your puffy shoulder and have to turn your whole body to look behind you. "Sean." You greet softly. You hadn't expected him to be there.

"Hey, sorry 'bout them. We di'n't mean to offend ya." Sean says seeming a little nervous. You shake your head, the fabric of your jacket vocalizing your every move.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I kind of guessed it was a prank or something. No harm no foul." you tell him smiling. "Besides, we're here to have a fun time. Jokes are apart of that." you add winking at Sean. You turn away, but you can't believe you actually winked at Sean.

“Are you going to stay in the room?” Mark asks when he's finally gotten Sean along long enough to talk.

Sean looks around the room, searching for you. He already knows you have a nasty habit of popping in without word at the worse possible seconds. “Possibly.” Sean responds spotting you walking down the hallway. Your hair bundled up on top of your head. You're getting ready for bed, but even still, you look beautiful to Sean.

You notice him out of the corner of your eye and pause for a moment, looking at him. You smile before continuing on to the bathroom for a shower before bed time. Sean returns the smile as you disappear.

“Man, you have it bad.” Mark laughs hitting Sean in the shoulder. Sean rocks a little, rubbing his arm looking away from Mark. He already knows this to be true.

“She only sees me..”

“Dude, she loves you.” Ethan says stopping just short of the pair with an apple in his hand.

Sean stares at Ethan in disbelief.

“Are we talking about how Y/N loves Sean over here?” Amy asks popping up out of nowhere.

“Serious?” Sean asks looking between his friends. “Is that just like common knowledge around here?” he asks looking to Mark. “Mark, come on. This bet'er not be a joke.” Sean adds seriously.

“No joke. It's kind of obvious when you think about it, Jackie-boy. Have you even noticed how bright her smile is when she sees you?” Ethan asks taking a bite of his apple.

“Well, no. I assume she's that happy with anyone she sees. I don't get to see 'er in person very often.” Sean says getting a few nods in understanding.

“That is true.” Ethan chimes in with cheeks filled with apple.

“Don't talk with your mouth open.” Mark tells Ethan before you scream from the bathroom. The lights cut a few seconds later. It take a moment before everyone quickly bolts to the bathroom. Sean beating them to opening the door.

“Y/N!” Sean and the other shout as you jump out of the shower naked. You scream again when you meet Sean's eyes. You not longer feel freezing, instead you feel on fire.

Grabbing the first thing you can you hold it in front of you. “GET OUT! What are you doing?” You shout realizing the small hand towel isn't covering anything and grab the curtain and wrap yourself up in it. “OUT!” You shout again when no one moves right away. “OUT!”

Finally Sean back peddles shoving the others back as well. He closes the door for you, stammering an apology you can't quite understand through his muttering and accent.

When you finally find your towel you wrap it around yourself and try to turn on the lights. It'd been a mixture of the sudden cold water and the lights cutting out that frightened you into screaming. You'd hoped it was just a momentary thing, but now you know that power is completely out. “Seriously!? The powers out?” you groan drying off and dressing in the pitch blackness. You just pray no one saw you completely.

When you muster the courage you exit the bathroom a towel wrapped around your hair and bundled on your head. You can feel the warmth of the fires instantly, chasing away the cold chill the water left behind. You still feel cold, but are slowly warming up by the time you enter the living room.

Everyone is gathered on the couches taking in low tones about the power being out. You sigh, this is not how you imagined your first night in lodge with everyone. With another sigh you plop down next to Kathryn on the edge of the couch, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

“Have a nice shower?” Ethan teases still happily munching on more fresh fruit you'd stocked up on.

“No, not really. What little warmth I had was taken away then I got a door full of people.” you say recapping your lovely shower. Ethan laughs, standing up and tosses away his peelings. You glare at him as he passes, listening to his laugh all the way into the kitchen.

“Do you think we can get out if the power isn't restored?” Kathryn asks hopping up to restock the fire. You shrug. You don't really know the answer to that one.

“Considering you crashed on your way up here, I wouldn't advise it.” You mutter as someone tugs on your towel. You protest, sitting up and turning to look at Sean. “You're taking my towel for what...reason?” You ask getting your answer when he ruffles your still damp hair. You curse at him, shoving his hand away. “Sean! Stop!” You hiss.

Amy and Kathryn help you with dinner while Mark, Sean, and Ethan scout out the road. You start to get worried when no one returns for nearly an hour. It's just as you're finishing dinner that the trio burst through the door, tracking in snow, dirt, and a furious wind gust.

You turn away from the door, letting the chill hit your back before it's stopped by the door being closed. “We were getting worried!” You say looking at the trio disrobe. You notice their flushed cheeks, red noses, and a slight blue tint on their hands and ears.

“Jesus Christ, the road is impassible!” Sean shouts shaking off show from his jacket.

“So does that mean we're stuck here?” Amy asks setting plates on the table.

“Yeah, looks like we're stuck here until all the snow blows over...” Ethan says all but tossing his clothing on the door. You roll your eyes but you still keep an eye on Sean. He seems awfully quiet.

“Did anything happen out there?” You ask filling everyone's glasses with hot cider or hot chocolate.

“No, but cellphones are out too.” Sean says tossing his on to the counter top for added effect. You frown.

“Sorry, I didn't know it'd get this bad. If there is a break I'll see about getting in contact with my cousin and see if he can get an ATV or snow mobile up here so we can get you into town. I know you guys have tough schedules.” You add feeling a little more than guilty that everyone is stuck in the lodge now. Mark had only promised a day or so, and Sean is in the same boat.

“No, hey, hey. Don't worry about it. We were able to get a few calls out to get our schedules mixed around.” Ethan says tossing his phone on the counter too. “We just turned off our phones to save battery. You guys should do that too.” he adds sitting down between Mark and Kathryn.

You nod. You phone still in the living room. Even with his words of reassurance you still feel bad. This was supposed to be a time to have fun and forget everything. Not to be thrown into darkness and freeze to death.

“Well, at least I got a lot of food and the propane tanks seem to be in prefect working condition. I made sure that if this did happen, we'd be well taken care of. There is a back up generator, but it's a little finicky, so if we can avoid using it, I would prefer it.” You add standing next to your seat.

“Well, there isn't a lot you can do right now, so sit down and eat. It's not going to do you any good to go hungry.” Amy says.

“We can worry about the rest of that stuff tomorrow. Okay? You've done a lot already without much help. We can see what tomorrow brings before we panic.” Kathryn adds. You smile at Kathryn, she really knows how to sooth your worries. “This is really good, by the way. Who taught you to cook?” She asks.

You smile and sit down next to her. “I learned from my dad. He was an excellent cook and taught me just about everything I know.” You laugh softly to yourself. “Wanted to make me a great cook so I could get a good husband.” you laugh earning a few chuckles from the table.

“You know, Sean's in search of a good cook.” Mark offers earning a swift kick from Sean. You look between the pair and before you can make a comment Ethan chimes in and the conversation is steered away from you and Sean.

It's only when you head to the room your stuff had been placed in that you remember that Sean's things have been placed in the same room. Entering the room you find his luggage is gone and go to your own bag. Pulling out your fuzzy pajama pants and well worn over sized tank top you set your candle on the dresser and begin to change your clothing.

It doesn't take long before your soiled clothing is wrapped up and put in a bag for dirty clothes. You pull back the blankets and hear the door open. You expect it to be Kathryn or even Amy, but instead Sean is standing in the door way looking at you.

You stand up straight to exchange stares. “Sean.”

“Y/N.” he responds.

“What...what's up?” you ask.

“Came to get ready for bed.” Sean says earning a confused look from you.

“So, we're really sharing a room?” you ask looking to the low burning fire. “I...I thought that was just a joke.” you add deciding to sit down on the bed. “I...I mean... that's... fine, but I just don't want you to feel...”

Sean stops you with a raised hand. “It's okay. If you don't want me h're I'll sleep on the couch.' He tells you. You shake your head.

“No, no! Sean, it's—it's fine. I'm just a bit of a bed hog.” You say lying. You're a cuddler, not a bed hog. Man, woman, animal, or pillow it doesn't matter.

“I don't take up much room.” Sean responds, not quite sure what else to say before opening the dresser drawer and pull out a pair of his favorite pajama pants and tee-shirt. You make you excuse and exit the room. You wait until you hear the bead creek before entering again, knocking once.

“Are you decent?” You ask.

“What's yer definition of decent?” Sean jokes back. You roll your eyes and enter the room with a small chuckle.

“You sure you aren't weird out?” you ask sitting on the bed edge.

“Its only weird if you make it weird.” Sean remarks settling into the bedding.

He does have a point. People share beds all the time without any tension. Agreeing to be chill about it all you restock the fire and literally jump into the bed. You both bounce slightly before you snuggle into the covers.

“Good night, Sean.” You whisper rolling on your side and watch the fire light flicker on the ceiling.

“Good night, Y/N.” he responds doing the same.

Your brows knit together as a nightmare takes over your peaceful dream world. You whimper in your sleep stirring Sean from his own sleep. You're muttering pleads of mercy in your sleep to nothing in particular.

Sean tries to wake you, but only ends up getting you rolling into his chest. He stills as you grab the front of his shirt and hold onto him. Your whimpering seemed to calm down with withing seconds and he decided not to disturb you further.

Settling back into the bed Sean wraps his free arm around your shoulder and falls asleep. Your legs eventual tangle and soon, well before dawn, your wrapped up in each others touch. Your nightmares completely forgotten.

“Shh! Don't wake them!” Ethan hisses holding his phone over your sleeping forms. He'd come to see if you were awake to help with getting breakfast underway. But after finding you and Sean so completely at peace, he had to get the others and take a photo as proof.

“Dude, this is invasion of privacy.” Kathryn hisses back but is completely on board with the photo being taken.

“I knew they'd be cute together.” Mark adds smiling, his arm wrapped around Amy's shoulder. Amy nods in agreement.

“Shh! They're waking up!” Ethan whispers as Sean shifts in his sleep, slowly waking up due to their talking.

“Ngg...wh—what time is it?” Sean asks using his free arm to rub his eyes. “What are you all doing in here?” he asks looking at all your friends before remembering you're still pressed against his side.

“I see you two are getting close.” Mark says gleefully.

Sean can't make their eye contact, his eyes barely leaving your peaceful face. “Don't wake her.” He says yawning.

“Too late, I'm awake.” you mutter rolling onto your back, Sean's arm still behind your neck. You scrunch your face and look on both sides of your head, following the arm to Sean's chest. “Ah...” You still can't make the connection this close to waking up. “Oh!” you gasp sitting up quickly and scoot away from Sean. “Sorry! I told you I was a bed hog!” You say fumbling to find the right words.

At the door you hear your friends laughing.

“They make such a cute couple!” Ethan gushes still taking photos of you.

“Ethan! Get out you weirdo!” you shout throwing the pilling in front of you at him. It nails him in the face and everyone laughs again before dispersing. Amy closes the door as she leaves and gives you a wink before disappearing.

You wish for nothing more than to disappear as Sean sits up on the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry, Sean, f—for crowding you like that.” you say just glancing up at Sean.

He doesn't look upset, but more flustered. You hate how ruthless your friends can be. “No, it's okay. I ah... wanted to talk to you about... something.” he says smirking slightly. You feel your heart melt a little at the smirk.

“D-do you want to switch rooms?” you ask, almost offering the suggestion.

“What? No, no. I wanted to ask you a question.” Sean says turning to face you. “D—do you think I could take you out some time?” he asks.

You stare at him, drawing a blank once again. “What? L—like a date?” you ask earning a shy nod from Sean. Your heart just about explodes in your chest. “Y—yes! Of... of course. I'd love that!” you say blushing as loud awes can be heard from the hallway.

“Seriously?” you both shout before glancing at each other and laugh. Maybe being snowed in together isn't such a bad thing.

[ao3feed-connor]

Short Stories!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ggDhw3

by StarWrites613

This is a collection of Short Stories I've created! They are all x Reader, though some are platonic, and they all have varying characters! My main fandoms are Sanders Sides, Markiplier Egos, Jacksepticeye Egos, Undertale, Trollhunters, and Harry Potter, but I am willing to write for more! I do take requests so feel free to ask for a certain character/fandom! I do not do NSFW, but if you have a specific story in mind or just a simple idea I'll gladly do it!

Words: 41220, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Who Killed Markiplier? (Web Series), jacksepticeye, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Sanders Sides (Web Series), Undertale (Video Game), Camp Camp (Web Series), Cuphead (Video Game), Trollhunters - Daniel Kraus & Guillermo del Toro, Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Damien | The Mayor (Who Killed Markiplier?), Abe | The Detective (Who Killed Markiplier?), Sean McLoughlin, Mark Fischbach, Wade, Bob, Tyler Scheid, Ethan Nestor, darkiplier, Chase Brody, Mettaton (Undertale), Antisepticeye - Character, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF), Thomas Sanders' Friends, Joan, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Max (Camp Camp), Science Camp Neil (Camp Camp), Nikki (Camp Camp), David (Camp Camp), Gwen (Camp Camp), Space Kid | Neil Armstrong Jr., Nurf Nurfington, Preston Goodplay, Harrison (Camp Camp), Dolph Houston, Quartermaster (Camp Camp), Cuphead (Cuphead), Mugman (Cuphead), King Dice (Cuphead), The Devil (Cuphead), Wilford Warfstache | William J. Barnum | The Colonel, Actor Mark (Who Killed Markiplier?), Celine | The Seer (Who Killed Markiplier?), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Tobias Domzalski (Tales of Arcadia), Claire Nuñez, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, ARRRGH

Relationships: Harry Potter/Reader, Harry Potter & Reader, Damien | The Mayor/Y/N | The District Attorney (Who Killed Markiplier?), JackSepticEye/Reader, Sean McLoughlin/You, Mark Fischbach/Reader, Markiplier/Reader, Darkiplier/Reader, Chase Brody/Reader, Mettaton/Reader, Thomas Sanders/reader, Roman Sanders/Reader, Max (Camp Camp)/Reader, Max (Camp Camp) & Reader, Cuphead (Cuphead)/Reader, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia)/Reader

Additional Tags: x Reader, All female pov so far, Requests, I write way too much, hope y'all like this

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[randomfandomimagine]

Lazy (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Jacksepticeye/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Lazy

  A/N: Ever since I finished watching Jack’s gameplay of The Last Guardian, I’ve been really wanting to write a fluffy imagine of him. Which also explains that the game appears in here because all of it is giving me the feels. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N is feeling extremely lazy, but when her boyfriend Jack calls her from downstairs and asks her to hang out the evening changes. 

“Y/N!” Jack called me from downstairs.

I rolled over in the bed and yawned before answering. I was feeling way too lazy, which I blamed on the almost nap I took. I would have fallen asleep gladly, but I just couldn’t and so I ended up just lying down and feeling the laziest.

He knew I was awake because he checked on me from time to time, and I complained to him that I couldn’t fall asleep.

“What?” I shouted back at him.

“Wanna come down and hang out?” Sean asked me, to which I groaned to myself.

Of course I wanted to hang out with him, it was the best thing to do! But go down? Actually stand up and walk? Ugh.

I didn’t know how to reply, or more likely was too lazy to. So I just remained silent, huddling up in the warm and cozy blankets.

Sean didn’t say anything for a while, probably waiting for my response, but he ended up insisting again.

“Y/N…?”

“I don’t feel like it!”

He definitely caught the childish tone in my voice, because he made a pause before he replied. And I noticed the amusement and chuckle in his voice.

“Don’t make me come up and get ya!”

“Don’t you dare!”

I was always up for goofing around with Jackaboy, but I was so damn comfortable that I didn’t want him to burst in and be his usual bubbly and silly self. A part of me wanted him to, but the other felt lazy even for that.

I shoved my face in the pillow when I heard him racing up the stairs.

“I fucking knew it” I mumbled to myself, just as I heard him swing the door open. Was that boy fast and spry.

“C’mon, Y/Ny-boo!”

“No!”

I covered my head with the covers, gesture that seemed to deeply crack him up because he started laughing a little.

“Up and at ‘em!” He sang playfully, ripping the covers off me.

“Sean…” I warned him, knowing him too well and knowing what ran through his mind.

“Let’s hang out, you lazy bum!”

“Don’t you dare!”

As I thought, Jack picked me up and casually put me over his shoulder. I just tried to hold onto him by wrapping my arms around his torso as he kept on giggling. The little shit felt mischievous today.

And he just found it all the more amusing when I squeaked as he started moving.

“Sean!” I told him off, seeing as he was walking down the stairs calmly, still carrying me.

“Yes?” He gently asked, as though he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Put me down, I can fucking walk!”

“I don’t think so” It was obvious by his voice that he was struggling not to laugh. “I think if I’d put you down you’d just fuckin’ flop onto the ground”

I sighed in resigned exasperation and rested my elbows on his back, waiting until he got bored and put me down.

“You’re hilarious, Jack” I told him mockingly, since I always called him Sean.

“Thank you!” He replied cheerfully, not offended by my bitterness at all.

Then he finally sat me down in the couch and grabbed the PS4 controller.

I just stared at him in fake annoyance, and I knew he could feel my eyes on him. In fact, he turned his head to me and showed me that grin only he could manage. Very wide, bright and angelical but still with a hint of mischief.

“What are you playing, green boy?” I playfully asked him, linking my arm with his and leaning my head on his shoulder.

“The Last Guardian!” Sean excitedly told me, giving an enthusiastic little bounce to go along with his words.

“Again? You did the gameplay for your channel, didn’t you?” I had watched all eight videos of that series, and loved every single one of those.

“I’m beating it again on my own” He nodded, fixing his blue eyes in the screen.

I admired the scenery and the graphics, how much thought they put into details and into Trico’s design. His feathers, the sun falling over him, everything! It was just gorgeous.

Right there, they were in an open area. Jack was trying to figure out where he was supposed to go, calling the creature so it would follow the little boy.

“Turikur!” Sean called, imitating the little boy’s voice, then laughing. “Oh, he’s sneezing”

“This game is awesome” I grinned with approval. “But overall Trico is pet goals”

“It’s so cool!” Jack shouted, grinning and fidgeting like an excited child. “Trico’s the cutest!”

Just then, Trico was rolling around in the water and being a giant puppy and it was so adorable that my hands flew to my cheeks as a result of the cuteness overload.

“Aaaaaw, I want a Trico!” I groaned, trying to get over it. “Can we adopt a Trico, Sean?”

“If we could, we would have by now” He laughed a little, his eyes locked on the screen.

“Way to ruin the mood, muggle” I slightly scooped away from him and nudged him in the side in annoyance.

Sean giggled and jumped, shrinking away from my touch extremely fast. I gasped in awe and stared at him, both dumbfounded and satisfied.

“Are you ticklish?!” I exclaimed as though I made the discovery of the century.

“No?” He averted his blue eyes from me, but then met my glance in defeat. “Fuck!”

“How did I not know you’re ticklish?!” I shouted in outrage, still amazed by my discovery. “How am I finding out just now?!”

I then proceeded to mercilessly tickle his sides as he struggled to put the PS4 controller down on the table.

“Y/N, stop!” Sean shouted, trying to hold my hands to keep me from tickling him more.

I had no idea how he managed, but he won me over. He basically started tickling me instead, causing me to squirm around while I painfully laughed out loud.

Maybe Sean was ticklish, but I was much more. And he took advantage of that.

“Who’s tickling who know?” My boyfriend exclaimed in that playful and loud voice of his. “Not so mighty now, are ya?”

“Sean!” I begged him, feeling tears coming out of the corner of my eyes. “Please, I surrender!”

He finally stopped tickling me so I feebly rested on his lap, exhausted and sore all over. I felt sensitive and wary of him, afraid that he’d start tickling me again.

“That’s better” When I turned around slightly to look up at him, there was a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips.

“You little…” I mumbled, still out of breath.

Sean smiled widely, knowing I couldn’t really resist to that genuine, adorable and gorgeous grin.

“There, there…” Jack jokingly said, even if his hands were tenderly caressing my head.

“I would kill you…” I mumbled, closing my eyes like a happy and content kitty. “But I’m too comfortable here”

“I know your weakness, Y/N” Sean giggled mischievously. “Playing with your hair”

“Joke’s on you” It was my time to smirk. “I’mma take a nap now”

“I’ll tickle you!”

“You wouldn’t dare”

Jack raised an eyebrow defiantly, holding up his hands and wriggling his fingers around in a silly menace. I locked eyes with him, trying to contain the laughter, to challenge him as well.

He lightly poked me in the ribs with his index finger, making me squeak and cover my mouth with my hands.

When he did it again, I jolted up into a sitting position and held his hands tightly. Sean just laughed, deeply amused by my behavior.

“Keep playing the damn game, you dork” I held his hands for a moment as I rested my head back on his shoulder, until I was sure that he wouldn’t strike again.

Sean then picked up the controller again and unpaused the game –I had no idea when he had paused it, I was too busy keeping an eye on him or dying from tickling –and stared at me silently.

“What?”

“You’re adorable”

Sean pecked me in the lips sweetly and gave me a tight hug before getting his attention back on the game. He earned a delighted smile from me and a kiss back on the lips, then another one of the cheek.

For the rest of the evening, we kept doing that. Basically being flirty, cute and playful while playing videogames. Which was awesome.

[ao3feedphan]

One Shots 2~ Books, Movies, Games and other Formats REQUESTS OPEN

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZOHe3i

by MadSalty017

Hello! If you're looking to request a One-Shot about a couple of band members, head on over to the first One-Shots book! Or you can click this handy-dandy link and it'll take you right there!

Requests are currently open!

One-Shots done so far: Connor RK800 X Reader (Detroit: Become Human) Ana Muller X Eve Stump (From my book Can You Hear Me?) John X Mari (From my book She's With Me (Currently being rewritten) Nick Valentine X Request (Fallout: New Vegas) Peter Parker X Reader (Marvel) Steve Rogers X Reader (Marvel) Tony Stark X Reader (Marvel) Dan Howell X Phil Lester (YouTube) and many more!

Words: 8802, Chapters: 12/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of One Shots

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Original Work, Fallout: New Vegas, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF), jacksepticeye

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Reader, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Nick Valentine, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Sean McLoughlin, Hank Anderson

Relationships: Connor/Reader, Original Female Character/Original Female Character, Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Nick Valentine/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Hank Anderson & Connor

Additional Tags: Detroit: Become Human - Freeform, Love, platonic, Marvel - Freeform, One-Shots, Romance, ships, XReader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZOHe3i

[sleepychai-fics]

Jacksepticeye x Reader - Sleep Deprived

Request: Anon;  20 with Jacksepticeye? Cuz, you know, he never sleeps. Choose whatever setting you see fit, probably somewhere inside. Thanks for looking at this and if you could make the reader gender netural/nonbinary that'd be great!

Here ya go! This is very relatable to me, except without the partner....

Anyway, Hope you enjoy!

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Words: 523

It’s late at night, late enough to be early morning, when I open the door to Sean’s recording studio.

Sure enough he’s there, eyes glued to his computer’s screen. Dark bags adorn his eyes, clearly stating his recent lack of sleep.

I enter the room, my own tiredness showing in my slow and lazy steps.

“Sean?” I quietly call out to him. The only evidence of his acknowledgement of me is the slight tilt of is head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” His voice is raspy and fatigued. He finally removes his attention from the computer and sets his gaze on me. His blue eyes stare at mine with exhaustion. “What makes you ask that?”

I stand next to him, placing one hand on his chair and threading the other through his hair, smiling when he leans into my hand.

“You’ve been really stressed lately and I haven’t seen you come out of this room in the past couple of days. I’m just worrying about you, that’s all.” By the time I finish talking, I notice that he’s heavily leaning on my hand, like his head has become to heavy for him to support.

I look towards his desk, finding many empty cups littered on his desk. I sigh and kneel down, cupping his face with my hands, caressing my thumbs across his temple.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

Sean simply stares at me, his tired gaze boring through my own. It takes him a full thirty seconds to answer me.

“I don’t know. ‘Bout two days ago? Maybe even three?” He slurs his words together, almost making it impossible to understand him.

I sigh and shake my head in disappointment. “Sean, you need to sleep.”

“But I need to finish editing.” He protests and averts his gaze towards the computer.

I direct his gaze back towards me and press my forehead onto his. “Sleep is more important right now.”

“But-“ I cut him off before he can start his argument.

“Sleep. I’m certain the fans wouldn’t mind you sleeping in for one whole day.”

Sean stares at me thoughtfully, I can practically see arguments form in his head, but they quickly disappear behind his tired gaze. He groans long and low, head heavily leaning into me.

“Fine.” I barely hear him mumble, but smiling when I do.

I stand up, slowly guiding Sean up with me, and head towards the door. Our hands linked together.

We walk the few metres down the corridor and enter the dark room.

Before I can fully pull back the bed covers, Sean falls into me causing me to crash into the bed with him above me. I laugh at his action, letting him wrap his arms around me and bury his nose into my neck.

I bring the covers completely out from underneath us and pull it up to Sean’s shoulders. I then wrap my own arms around him, threading my fingers through his hair.

I smile at the quiet snores that soon escapes from him. I press a kiss on his forehead, before closing my eyes and succumbing to my own exhaustion.

[sleepychai-fics]

Jack x Reader x Marvin - Human Pillow

Request: Anon; Jack and Marvin #5

Dialogue Prompt #5: “You’re comfy.”

Wasn’t sure if you wanted a full three-way committed relationship so i had to improvise

what i meant by scenario on the Dialogue Prompts Request post, i meant if there was any thing that you wanted in particular. 

I’ll be sure to fix that up and make it more clear the next time i do prompts

i really like doing prompts

anyway here it is and I hope you enjoy!

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Words: 623

It’s a regular thing for me to do. Stay over at the Septic house and chill with the ego’s. If I’m not there, I’ll almost always be at Sean’s house.

Another regular thing to do is lay on the carpeted floor and have Marvin snuggled into my lap. He’s grown a close bond with me (I pretty much call him my second boyfriend) and likes to use me as a pillow. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, who wouldn’t be exhausted after using your energy on magic spells?

I enjoy it as well. It’s comforting and nice to relax with someone nearby. Especially if I have a special bond with that someone.

I flick my gaze from the magician to the TV, one of Sean’s videos playing on the screen. I lost interest in it a while ago, not saying I don’t lose interest in his videos all together, I just happened to be in the room when he was recording this one.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back on the carpet, ready to accept the awaiting slumber creeping on me.

“You know we have a spare bed for you, right?”

I open my eyes and stare up into the ones of my boyfriend.

Sean stares at me with his own tired expression. His hands are loosely tucked in his sweatpants’ pockets.

I smile at him and lay a hand on Marvin’s head, who seems to relax more with the touch.

“I know. But 1; I have a very sleepy magician laying on my lap and 2; I can’t be bothered to get up.”

Sean puffs out a chuckle. “Well it doesn’t exactly look comfortable.”

“You’d be surprised at how comfortable this carpet actually is.” I comment. I reach up to him with my free hand. “Want to join us?”

Sean looks at me for a few seconds as if questioning himself. He shrugs his shoulders and steps over me before sitting down beside me. He turns around, having his back to me before laying down and laying his head on my stomach.

The slight body shift causes Marvin stir. I thread my fingers through his hair and gently trace them along his scalp. He groans and shifts a little bit, laying his arm across my legs.

Once Sean settles in comfortably, I lay my free hand on his head.

Sean let’s out a long sigh. “You’re comfy.” He mumbles.

“Now you can understand why I use them as a pillow all the time.” Marvin comments in a sleepy haze.

I can’t help but bark out a laugh. Sean chuckles along with me and turns his head towards Marvin.

“Yeah. We are definitely using this pillow more.”

I gasp in mock horror. “Wow! I just got downgraded to an inanimate object! I don’t feel loved anymore.”

“Nooo!” They both groan in protest and wrap their arms around me, nuzzling their faces into me.

“You’re our human cuddle-bear!” Marvin cries out from my lap.

I snort and throw my head back in laughter.

“You’re our snuggle buddy.” Sean adds.

I pat and brush their hair with my fingers. I let my head rest on the floor, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“I love you guys.” I say in the growing silence.

“We love you too.” They say in unison.

I sigh in content and let my hands lay still atop their heads. It doesn’t take long for sleep to approach so I close my eyes and let my consciousness dip into the darkness.

Dreams came easy to me, especially with the two men snuggled into me. They are immediately filled with joy and freedom with Sean and Marvin always there waiting for me, leading me into a stress-free world.

[sleepychai-fics]

Jacksepticeye x Introverted!Reader - Master of Accented Puns

Request: Anon; Jacksepticeye X Introverted reader who's really good at copying accents and loves puns.

I think i did it how you wanted??????????

if anyone is offended by any jokes in here please tell me and inform me which ones offend you and i will fix it asap this is not intended to hurt anyone

its sad how i had to look up all the jokes for this fic

i cant do puns

if you want to be tagged in anything i do please message or ask me

Tag List: (line through means wouldn’t let me tag you)

@nicolenick123  @fanderrawr 

Words: 812

“Oh god dammit Mark! You messed me up!” Sean yells, throwing a pillow at Mark who swipes it away before it makes contact.

We were visiting Mark and Amy while we were in their town for the tour and we were currently all spread out through the lounge room. Pizza boxes covered the lounge room table, bottles of drinks and wrappers of random foods littered across the area.

Mark and Amy and taken up the couch, sitting opposite sides but with their feet stretched towards each other. Sean was sitting on the floor with me snuggled against his chest between his outstretched legs. Two blankets were covering us. I had my phone in hand, not really paying attention to the game being played.

The game in question was a ‘who can think of the most jokes’ game. I would’ve participated but being an introvert doesn’t help.

“Ok ok, how about we try something different.” Amy suggests, I look up from my phone, raising my eyebrows at her in question.

“Like what?” Sean replies.

“We choose random countries from the world and do puns off of that.”

“Yes!” Mark shouts in agreeance. “That’s a challenge I’m up for.”

“I can do that.” Sean adds.

I return my attention to my phone, mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr.

“Let’s start off with Ireland.” Amy announces.

“Man, the jokes in Ireland are wee.” Mark says, earning a confused glance from Amy and Sean.

“That…”

“I know, that was bad.” Mark cuts off Sean, shaking his head down in shame. “Your turn Sean.”

“There’s another name for the ice bucket challenge in Ireland. It’s called leavin the house.” That earned a good chuckle from the two and a smile from me.

“Ooh that was a good one. You think you can beat that one Amy?” Mark looks over to Amy.

“A seven course meal in Ireland is a six pack and a potato.”

Mark and Sean laugh and nod their heads.

“It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.” Sean replies, recovering from his laughter. “So who wins?”

“Whoever made the other’s Dublin in laughter.” I think with an Irish accent in my head. It goes quiet for a bit before everyone explodes into laughter. I continue scrolling on my phone, paying no mind to the others until Sean’s hand caresses mine.

I look at Sean as he leans his head on my shoulder. “I fuckin’ love your accent!” He says as he kisses my cheek.

My eyes widen. “W-Wait, I-I said that ou-out loud?!”

Sean nods. “It was fuckin’ amazing.” He places another kiss on my cheek and leans away.

“Ok that round goes to (Y/n).” Amy says, wiping her eye. “Next country, Italy.”

“Ooh. I have a good one. The movie Alien, is Italien.” Mark says. We all chuckle lightly.

“Mark, you need to stop now.” Amy says. “Your jokes are out of thyme.”

I snort and lean forward in laugher. Sean chokes on his laugh.

“Well, it’s sad to say that an Italian person has pasta way today.” I quietly say in an Italian accent.  Sean cough violently and laughs, waving away his hand.

“I’m done, that round goes to (Y/n).” Sean dismisses his turn.

Amy and Mark nod in agreeance.

“Your accents are amazing.” Mark compliments.

“Ok, (Y/n). See if you can think of something for China.” Amy says, staring at me with a smile.

I look away in brief thought before smirking and putting on a Chinese accent. “Don’t put me on the spot. Dim sum lights will you for me?”

Mark applauds me, chuckling while Amy giggles. Sean loses it and rolls back in laughter, causing me to drop down with him, feeling his chest bounce with laughter.

“Japan!” Amy yells, still laughing.

I go into a Japanese accent. “Miso hot!” I gain enough confidence to shout it.

Sean goes silent, wheezing through his opened mouth. I explode into laughter along with Mark and Amy, tear pricking my eyes.

“Ok…last one….” Amy slowly but eventually recovers. “Jamaica.”

I think for a bit before gasping and going into a British accent. “I want some beer can in the mornin’”

Sean pushes me off lightly. I immediately jump off of him and stare as he rolls onto all fours and coughs violently. I crawl over to him and pat his back.

“Are you ok Sean?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.

“I think you killed him.” Mark says, roaring in laughter. “I think you killed all of us.”

“You’re the champion. No objections.” Amy manages to say through her laugh.

Sean eventually recovers in a few minutes, plopping himself onto me, causing me to hit the ground.

“I love you so fucking much.” He says, tears streaming down his face and a big smile plastered on his face.

I smile, red shining on my features. I quickly peck his forehead and snuggle into him, laughing with the others.

[exploritoryinc]

ONE BED : JackSepticEye x Reader

There was only ONE BED

Series: no

Pairing: Sean/Reader

Reader Gender: female

Requested: yes

Warnings:  none

You were so excited to get to go to PAX for the first time! Everything was ready, you had packed your vlogging camera and a list of the places you needed to be, you were a guest on Mark's panel this year, and he had offered to introduce you to Sean! You kind of had a crush on him, I mean who wouldn't with that accent?

Everything was loaded into the taxi at the airport, and you were off to the hotel.

Sean was heading to the hotel, excited for the weekend. He loved getting to meet the fans, hang out with friends... And Mark was introducing him to someone. He wouldn't say who, but Sean had a guess, considering the members of Mark's panel were public knowledge. He had seen you videos before, and thought you were cute and funny. To be completely honest, he was more concerned he would trip over his own tongue than anything else.

These thoughts distracted him until he arrived at the hotel. There were several others checking in, and the person beside him seemed flustered.

“What do you mean roommate?”

He ignored them as he spoke with the hotel staff himself, until he received the same information.

“I'm sorry Mr. McLoughlin, but there seems to have been a double booking on your room, and I have no more rooms available. The other guest has already checked in, and is attending the convention as a creator as well, if you would like to speak with them..?”

“Sure, I'll bunk over, as long as it's not screaming fans I'm chill.” He grabbed his suitcase and followed the bell boy to the room.

You were frustrated. Someone had messed up the booking, and now you had to share your room. At least it was another creator.

You found your room and were reaching for you keys when someone coughed beside you.

“Excuse me, we appear to be roomies.”

You turned and had to fight back a gasp. It was Sean!

“Um- Hi?” You managed, stuttering out an introduction while shuffling your feet.

“Hello, I'm Sean. Are you willing to bunk over together? I can always go crash on Mark's floor...”

He gestured vaguely down the hall.

“No, no, I'm sure it will be fine.” You tucked your hair behind your ears. “Shall we?” You gestured to the door.

“We shall.” He reached around you to sweep open the door in a gallant gesture.

You giggled as you entered, but your giggles abruptly stopped when you realized. There was only ONE BED.

[randomfandomimagine]

Fire Alarm (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: Fire Alarm

 Requested by anon:

Could I have a Jacksepticeye imagine where it's like 3am and the fire alarm in the apartment complex just went off and jack lends you his jacket while we wait on the sidewalk. We just talk and really hit it off and you can then do what you like with it, please.

A/N: For some reason, I really picture the reader being Sean’s sister in this imagine. But you can read it interpreting their relationship as you’d like ;)

“Oh my God!” My door slamming open woke me up from my deep slumber.

“Huh?” I opened just one eye to try and see whoever was screaming. I was so exhausted that it was hard for me to stay awake, I just wanted to go back to sleep.

“Y/N, wake up!!” It was Jack, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Sean, I swear…” If he was being hyper again and waking me up for nothing he would have to suffer my wrath.

Even if he had never done that before, it was a possibility. And being groggy like I was after he suddenly woke me up in the middle of the night and in the middle of my REM sleep annoyed me.

“Get up, c’mon!” Hurriedly, Jack ripped the sheets off me.

“What?”

“The fire alarm went off!” He explained as he helped me get out of bed.

I rubbed my eyes, stupidly thinking that I was still wearing my pijamas and I probably looked childlike and silly in them. I guessed we were supposed to leave the building immediately if there was a fire somewhere in it, but it was the first think that came to mind.

“I’m coming!” I mumbled as I followed him into the corridor.

“Hurry up!” Jack was freaking out, and I wondered if he even went to sleep at all.

I knew that he disliked sleeping because he thought it was a waste of time and preferred getting some work done instead. And since he had to go to sleep because his body needed rest to function, he often went to bed really late.

I glanced at the clock in the living room as we passed by it and saw that it was half past 3 am. Sean tugged at my arm impatiently as we arrived to the door and walked out to the landing.

I clumsily stumbled over my own two feet because I was still so sleepy and groggy. I would have fallen if it weren’t because Jack was still holding me.

Instead of letting me waste time by stumbling and falling, he just picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the building as fast as he could.

*

The streets were filled with firetrucks and people in their pijamas, freaking out and waiting to see if they could finally go back in. We were completely quiet until Jack put his sweater over me.

“Thanks” I looked over at him and smiled.

“You okay?” He asked, passing an arm over my shoulders and gently shoving me towards him.

“Yeah, just a bit shaky” I gladly cuddled to his side, finding warmth and comfort in the physical touch.

“Don’t ya even worry, Y/N” Sean proudly said. “I’ll protect you from all evil like a superhero”

“Yeah, like Deadpool” I decided to distract myself from the unease and relief the tension with some humorous chat. Sean would definitely follow along.

“He’s not a superhero!” He complained, frowning angrily.

“Exactly” I playfully shoved him seeing as he still looked annoyed.

In the end, he just smiled fondly and kept the conversation going.

“Well, I do love me some chimichangas” Sean chuckled.

“And you sure swear a lot” I smirked as I covered myself with the warm sweater. “I’m gonna start calling you Wade now” 

“Nah, I already know a Wade” He joked, staring at me and wrinkling his nose.

As I was trying to think something to say, I was interrupted. Someone called out for the attention of the whole neighbourhood. Sean and I looked over our shoulders to whoever it was.

We noticed how a fireman was walking out of the building, grave but calm.

“Everyone okay?” He asked, projecting his deep voice so everyone could hear him.

He got mumbles and lazy responses as well as a few nods and grunts. Luckily, no one had gotten hurt in the hurried way out of the building. And no one seemed affected by the fire, which was a miracle.

“Seems like it was a false alarm” The man kept saying with a sigh. “There’s no fire in the building”

Many people complained loudly, to which I joined to. We were woken up in the middle of the night, scared to death because there was supposed to be a fire. All for nothing? Just a flase alarm?! 

“Are you fucking serious?!” Jack shouted himself, grunting in annoyance. “I almost had a heart attack!”

Luckily, his shout was lost in the loud racket of people complaining and going to talk to the fireman.

“Is everything safe then?”

“Can we go back home?”

“Yes!” The firemen shouted in response to the questions of our neighbours. “It’s perfectly safe to go back”

We waited sitting on the sidewalk while everyone rushed in. I couldn’t help but to smile, thinking how Jack got so damn scared.

“What the hell are you grinning about?!” Jack was definitely nervous still.

I was shaky and nervous myself, but I just couldn’t help but to smile. It also helped to relieve the remaining stress and tension within me.

“You freaked out” I playfully shoved him by bumping my shoulder into his when he stared at me with a fed up look on his face. “You picked me up and carried me out and all. You were so scared...”

“There was supposed to be a fucking fire, Y/N!” Jack humored me, not really getting mad but using a mock offended voice instead. “How was I to know that it was a false alarm?!”

I laughed a little, even if my hands were still shaking. We had been really scared, and thankfully it had been nothing.

“Besides, look who’s talking!” Sean smirked widely. “You should have seen your face when I picked you up and told you it was a fire!”

“Excuse me?”

“The reason I carried you out is because you were paralyzed by fear!”

I opened my mouth in disbelief and outrage.

“You did not…”

“Oh, I think I fucking did!”

“You moron” I chuckled and placed my head in his shoulder, sighing in relief because we were both okay and unharmed.