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taifenggg · 3 months

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Helloooo, I have a request (you can ignore it if you want!), how about a scenario like the one in the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" from Arctic Monkeys? I was listening to it and it came to my mind 🤭🤭(Obey Me! characters ; little smut please ♡)

Content Warning(s): NSFW, swearing lol, mentions of being drunk,, slightly ooc characters? :/

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned)

Authors Notes: hi there, idk if i did this request justice but i tried my best! you didnt specify which characters youd like so i took the liberty of choosing them, hope thats alright ^^

nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)

Reminder to abide by my guidelines for NSFW content tysm :]

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It's fairly obvious how much he loves you.

He's completely and utterly infatuated with you. Even now, as he collapses onto his bed, not completely drunk but slightly tipsy and buzzed. Thoughts of you occupy his mind. You are all he thinks about, even in his hazy stupor.

Even as he's leaning against pillows stacked neatly on his bed, desperately fisting his cock into his hand, wishing it was your hand instead of his. His moans come out breathy, his chest rising and falling as he pants out your name. His bangs cling to his face, and despite everything he does he struggles to keep his noises down. There's no doubt in his mind that at any second, someone could burst through the door and see just what he was up to, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Fuck MC-" he whines keeling over slightly as he edges himself, on the brink of his release, but purposefully slowing down. He can see your face, your smile, the way your lips quirk up into a smirk. His mind wanders and he envisions you, between his legs, smiling up at him oh so innocently as you jack him off. He shudders at the thought, feeling heat rush to his face.

More I get through the gears Incapable of makin' alright decisions And havin' bad ideas

He shouldn't be thinking about you like this, and he would be lying to himself if he claimed he didn't feel guilty over getting off to the fantasy of you helping him out. But he's in too deep. You're like quicksand, the more he struggles, the more you draw him in.

"Shit-!" he gasps out, his body shuddering as he releases messily all over his stomach. His hands still as he catches his breath, the post-nut clarity starting to catch up to him, seemingly sobering him up. He groans softly as he presses his hands to his face, his cheeks seemingly burning even more.

After some debating with himself, he picks up his phone, swiping to your contact, shooting you a quick text.

'MC, I know it's late but I really need to see you right now. It's urgent.'

He tosses his phone over to the side, groaning softly as he leans back more against his bed, waiting for your response. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long. A notification from his phone startles him as he scrambles to clean himself up as best as he can before reaching over and unlocking his phone, seeing a new text message from you.

'I heard you went drinking and got kind of wasted, you should probably rest.'

He grimaces slightly before responding back to you.

'Please.'

He watches as your three dots jump up and down for a bit, and he imagines you formulating your response. And sure enough, you respond.

You said you gotta be up in the morning Gonna have an early night .... Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Another pause.

'Fine, I'm coming over now.'

After all, who were you to deny your favorite boy, especially when he's especially needy for you?

MAMMON, Leviathan, ASMODEUS, Beelzebub, Simeon, Solomon

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hockeylovee12 · 15 days

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Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Two

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Warnings: Cussing

A/N This chapter was updated on 04/11 to replace the photo and then improve the text. The story line remains there's just a few minor adds.

November 11th, 2023

The mid-morning sun filters through the curtains in Luke’s room, casting a gentle glow across his face, as he slowly stirs awake.

His eyes flutter open and he immediately feels the dull throb of a slight headache.

With a groan, Luke rolls over and buries his face into the soft pillow. He silently thanks the hockey gods that his coach-even if it was done reluctantly-gave the team the day off, allowing him to nurse his minor hangover in peace.

Fumbling around on the nightstand, his long fingers finally find his phone. He squints at the screen, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness as he swipes through his notifications.

A text from his brother Quinn catches his eye: Tough game last night bud.

Luke sighs, remembering the bitter taste of defeat, his team suffered last night at the hands of their fucking rivals the Rangers.

He makes a mental note to call Quinn later, and check in on how his game went, knowing the Vancouver Canucks played the reigning cup champs last night, but having no clue how it went.

The next message is from his mom: Hi sweetie, Dad and I are so excited to see you and Jacky this weekend! How’s everything going?

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, as he types out a response to his mom indicating his excitement to see her too, before hitting send and returning to check the rest of his notifications.

As he scrolls a text from an unknown number appears on his screen: Hey it’s Jordan. I had a great time tonight, let’s do it again :)

Luke’s heart skips a beat as he reads through the message, and a flutter of excitement courses through his veins. Memories of the previous night flood his mind-the laughter, the easy conversation and the undeniable spark he felt between him and Jordan. His smile widens as he types out the response: I’d like that.

Just as he hits the send button, the door to his room swings open and Jack strolls in, uninvited of course-a habit Luke has had to become reacquainted with since joining the Devils, and moving in with Jack.

“What’s got you smiling so early in the morning?” Jack asks, his voice equal parts teasing and curious.

Luke quickly locks his phone, trying to play it cool “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles

But Jack, ever the perceptive older brother, narrows his eyes and in one swift motion snatches the phone from Luke’s grasp, ignoring his younger brother’s protests, as he types in his password.

“Lets see what we have here” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye as he reads the text from Jordan “Ah is this the girl from last night?”

Luke swiftly stands up and lunges towards Jack trying to grab his phone, but Jack holds him at arm's length.

“Fine, yes, now give me back my phone” Luke grumbles, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

“Not so fast,” Jack grins, his eyes still glued to the screen “You like her, don’t you?”

Luke hesitates, his mind racing. He likes Jordan, he likes Jordan a lot. There’s something about her-about her laugh, about her smile, about her energy, the way she carries herself. As he ponders for a response, his phone beeps, signaling a new message.

“She’s asking when you’re free” Jack informs him, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Today?” Jack says, his fingers flying across the keyboard, to type out the very question he said aloud.

“Wait. Jack don’t-” Luke tries to warn, but it’s too late. Jack hits send, a triumphant grin on his face.

Luke finally manages to snatch his phone back, his heart pounding as he stares at the screen.

Three little dots appear, then disappear, and for a moment Luke forgets how to breathe.

Then, a white bubble pops up, with a single word that sends his pulse racing: Sure.

Jack leans over Luke’s shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips “You’re welcome” he says his tone equal parts smug and supportive.

Luke playfully shoves Jack away, a genuine smile spreading across his face “Get out” he laughs, guiding his brother towards the door.

As the door clicks shut behind Jack, Luke leans against it, his eyes fixated on his phone, as his smile widens.

He quickly types out a message, asking where they should meet, and Jordan’s response comes almost immediately suggesting a cafe in New York City.

Luke responds: Sounds good. How’s 1pm?

Jordan replies: Works for me! I’ll send you the address. See you soon.

With a grin Luke types out Looking forward to it, and sets his phone down, a flutter of anticipation rises in his chest as he thinks about seeing her again.

He takes a deep breath, then pushes off the door, making his way to the bathroom, to start getting ready.

*****

Luke’s breath forms a cloud in the crisp New York air as he pushes open the door to the quaint cafe nestled on the corner of a bustling street.

His heart races with anticipation as he scans the room for Jordan.

He spots her at a table, her face lighting up with a smile, as she waves him over.

“Hey” Luke greets her sliding into the seat across from her

“Hi,” Jordan replies, her eyes sparkling.

They order their drinks- an ice tea for Luke and a matcha latte for Jordan, before easily falling into a conversation.

“Oh before I forget,” Jordan says, reaching into her bag. She pulls out a well-worn paperback and hands it to Luke. “You asked me to recommend something for you and uh this is one of my all time favorites” She explains

Luke smiles, turning the book over in his hand, and looks at the title The Great Gatsby

“Thank you Jordan, that was really kind” Luke expresses

“Well, you did promise me you’d actually read it” Jordan teases her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Luke chuckles setting the book down on the table, “I’ll dive into it as soon as I can”

They continue chatting, swapping stories and laughing at each other's jokes. They delve into various topics from their favorite movies, to their most embarrassing childhood memories.

"...and then I tripped, face-first into the cake," Jordan recounts, laughing at the memory. "My mom was horrified, but my brother couldn't stop laughing."

Luke chuckles, imagining a young Jordan covered in frosting. "Siblings, they never let you live anything down, do they?"

“Definitely not, do you have siblings?”

“Ya I uh, I got two older brothers” Luke tells

“Baby of the family?” Jordan teases.

“Something like that” He jokes

“Don’t worry I’m the baby of mine too” She says, eliciting a laugh from Luke.

They continue their conversation, shifting the topic to their favorite places.

At one point their hands brush against one anothers on the table sending a jolt of electricity through both their bodies. Luke looks up, his eyes meeting Jordan’s, and for a moment the rest of the world fades away.

They lean in, drawn to each other like magnets. Luke’s heart races as he inches closer, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s lips.

And just as they're on the brink of sharing what would most likely be a magical kiss, the loud buzzing sound of a notification on Luke’s phone startles them both.

Instinctively, he turns the phone face up, his brightness fully illuminated, and as he clears the random alert, his lock screen comes into view-a picture of him in his New Jersey Devils uniform, standing proudly on the ice.

Jordan’s eyes widen as she catches a glimpse of the image, and her heart skips a beat.

Luke notices her reaction and realizes his mistake.

"Alright, um, I guess you kinda caught me," he admits sheepishly. "I'm not a student. I, uh, I play in the NHL."

Jordan is silent for a moment, processing this newfound information. Luke laughs nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, most girls think it's pretty cool. Did you have a terrible experience with a hockey player or something? Promise not all of us are the same."

Jordan hesitates before speaking. "You play for the Devils?"

"Yeah," Luke confirms, studying her reaction.

"Don't tell me you hate hockey?" He somewhat jokes, hoping to god and beyond her answer isn't yes cus that's the biggest deal breaker in the world.

Jordan hesitates, her expression unreadable. "No I um, I don't hate. My, uh, my brother plays," she reveals, her voice soft.

Luke's brows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, cool. In the NHL?"

"Yeah," Jordan sighs.

"Who's your brother?" Luke asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Jacob Trouba."

Luke's jaw drops, his eyes widening in shock. "Your brother is Jacob Trouba?!" he exclaims, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.

"Guilty," Jordan half-jokes, trying to diffuse the tension.

Luke runs his hands through his hair, muttering under his breath, "What the fuck."

Jordan bristles at his reaction. "Hey, it doesn't really change anything."

"Are you kidding me?" Luke scoffs, his frustration mounting.

"What?" Jordan challenges, her own irritation rising to the surface.

"Your brother is the captain of the Rangers, and I'm a Devil," Luke points out, as if it should be obvious.

Jordan laughs, but there's an edge to it. "So?"

"So? What do you mean, 'so'?" Luke asks incredulously.

"What does it change?" Jordan counters, her eyes narrowing.

"Wh-what? Everything!" Luke sputters. "Why didn't you mention this?"

Jordan's face hardens. "Are you kidding me? I didn't mention my last name because I had no fucking clue you gave a shit about hockey. In case you forgot, you told me you were a college student. Failed to mention you're actually in the fucking NHL."

Luke tries to defend himself. "Yeah, but that's different. I didn't tell you cus I figured you be some kinda fan girl, which by the way would be a hell of a lot better than you being the sister to the captain of my biggest rival"

Jordan lets out a harsh laugh, "Rival? Oh My God! Are you serious? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?"

"It's not ridiculous" Luke claims

Jordan scoffs "You're right it's not ridiculous, it's just fucking comical" She stands abruptly, grabbing her purse "Grow the fuck up, Luke"

With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the cafe, leaving Luke sitting there, stunned.

The copy of The Great Gatsby still lies on the table, a painful reminder of the moment that had slipped away.

With a heavy sigh, Luke stands, tossing a few bills on the table to cover their drinks and picks up the book, scoffing at the irony of it all, as he walks towards the exit of the cafe, and steps back out onto the bustling streets of New York, a scowl plastered across his face, at the unfortunate turn of events.

*****

Luke returns to his and Jack’s apartment, his mood sour and his thoughts consumed by the disastrous end to his date with Jordan.

As he enters the living room, he finds Jack sitting on the couch, his phone propped up in front of him. The familiar voice of Quinn filters through the speaker, indicating that they're in the middle of a FaceTime call.

Jack looks up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, Lukey! How'd the date go?"

"Shut up," Luke grumbles, plopping down on the couch beside Jack.

Quinn's voice chimes in, concern evident in his tone. "What's wrong, Luke?"

Luke sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just didn't go well," he says vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details.

Jack and Quinn exchange a glance through the screen, their brotherly instincts kicking in. "Come on, man," Jack prods gently. "Talk to us."

Luke shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It's not gonna work out, that's all."

"Why not?" Quinn asks, his brow furrowed.

"Just... not going to," Luke responds, his tone indicating that he doesn't want to discuss it further.

Jack and Quinn sense Luke's reluctance and decide not to push the matter. "Alright, bud," Quinn says, his voice sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but maybe things will still work out?"

"Not gonna happen" Luke mumbles, anger creeping into his voice.

Jack leans back on the couch, trying to lighten the mood. "It's probably for the best, come on, man. You don't gotta be hung up on some random girl when we're trying to win a Cup."

Luke nods, forcing a small smile. "Yeah." He stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

"Okay," Jack says, understanding in his eyes. "We'll be here if you need us."

Luke makes his way to his room, and decides to take a shower, hoping the hot water will help clear his head.

As the steam fills the bathroom, Luke's internal monologue takes over. He knows he doesn't need to be in a relationship, but the idea of having someone by his side isn't entirely unappealing.

His thoughts drift to his past relationships, or lack thereof. It seems like everyone around him has someone - Quinn with his girlfriend, Jack with his rotating roster of dates. But for Luke, finding a genuine connection has always been a struggle.

The last real relationship he had was back at Michigan, and even that ended in heartbreak when he discovered the girl was only using him for his family name. But now, with Jordan, he thought he'd finally found something real, something special and the fucking irony that for once it wasn’t his last name that ruined something, it’s stupid, it’s fucking stupid.

As he steps out of the shower and changes into comfortable clothes, Luke can't shake the feeling of loneliness that settles in his chest. He lies in bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to distract himself from the ache in his heart.

It doesn’t work, he tosses his phone to the side, staring at the paperback book he threw on his nightstand.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes with a notification. For a brief, hopeful moment, he thinks it might be Jordan, reaching out to apologize or explain. But instead, it's a message in the Devils' group chat,

Reminder practice tomorrow 9 AM.

Luke groans, his disappointment palpable as he tosses his phone onto the nightstand and buries his head in his pillow.

A/N Part 3 coming soon

#luke hughes #nj devils #jack hughes #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #original story #crossing enemy lines #jacob trouba #ny rangers #rivalry

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luvhotchner · 2 months

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( aaron hotchner m.list )

key:

❀ ─ includes the rest of the team with hotch as the love interest

♡ : fluff | ♢ : angst | 🩷 : fem!reader | 🤍 : gn!reader

Text Message AUs

★ ━ Loud ❀ 🩷

↳ summary: hotch and reader keep the team up while they’re on a case.

★ ━ Prank ❀ ♡🩷

↳ summary: reader pulls a prank on the team that leads to outing their secret.

★ ━ Drunk ❀ ♡🩷

↳ summary: the girls go out for drinks and need someone to pick them up, reader exposes her feelings for hotch along the way.

★ ━ Periods and Promises ♡🩷

↳ summary: it’s that time of the month for reader and aaron makes a grand gesture.

★ ━ Confessions ♢♡🤍

↳ summary: after getting the silent treatment from y/n, aaron texts to text them to figure out what’s going on.

★ ━ Puppy ♡🤍

↳ summary: reader gets a puppy without telling aaron.

★ ━ Feral | pt.2 ❀ 🩷

↳ summary: reader accidentally exposes her crush on the unit chief.

★ ━ Protection 🩷

↳ summary: hotch won’t let reader go out on a case because he’s too overprotective.

★ ━ Mommy ❀♡ 🩷

↳ summary: jack outs reader and hotch’s relationship to the team.

★ ━ Enough ❀ 🩷

↳ summary: the team has had enough of mean detectives picking on their youngest teammate.

★ ━ Jealous ❀ 🩷

↳ summary: hotch gets jealous after derek sends a badly worded message.

★ ━ Happy Accident ❀ ♢🩷

↳ summary: a surprise pregnancy announced to the wrong people.

★ ━ Spoiled ❀ ♡🩷

↳ summary: hotch likes to spoil his girl and the team connects the dots.

★ ━ Trustworthy ❀♡🤍

↳ summary: hotch accidentally texts the group chat about a mystery and also trustworthy person??

★ ━ In The Past ❀ 🩷

↳ summary: a secret between morgan and reader gets revealed and shocks the team.

★ ━ Relative ❀ ♡♢🩷

↳ summary: the secret gets out that hotch is dating dave’s niece.

━ ♥︎ ━

instagram AUs

★ ━ Heart Eyes ❀ ♡ 🩷

↳ summary: the soft launch of their relationship shocks the team.

taglist for hotch:

@boccacciobunny @guacam011y @hotchhner @samaldonado5 @rousethemouse

#aaron hotchner #luvhotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds incorrect quotes #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds texts #social media au #masterlist

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thedevilrisen · 5 months

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Prompt Celly - Day Two

Luke Hughes x Y/N

Description: I will be here, by your side, plus you can't hide that fever from me.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog. I love talking to people so say 'Hi' if you want to. Feel Free to send in requests as well. I'm happy to write for most hockey players.

Warnings: None, I don't think! It should be all fluff and a bit of friendly banter.

-Sincerely thedevilrisen.

My sniffles filled the desolate room, desolate minus the tissues, empty soup bowls and discarded clothes I had haphazardly changed out of this morning after a searing hot shower I had in a desperate attempt to clear my blocked sinuses.

It was safe to say being sick sucked, I believe everyone universally would agree. My phone had been buzzing consistently against the hard wood of my side table for twenty odd minutes and the grinding noise it was making made my headache worse than it already was. To stop the buzzing I had no choice but to pick it up, squinting against the harsh light of the screen looking at the name Lukey <3, 3 missed calls and 37 unread messages.

Shit.

Lukey <3

I swear if you don't answer me I'm coming over Y/N.

Please baby, I'm scared, what's wrong? What did I do?

Y/N, its been two hours, and I didn't get a good morning text.

Fuck this, I'm coming over.

DELIVERED 12:56

the clock on my bedside table read 1:13. It takes about 20 minutes to get here.

Double shit.

Shooting out of bed quickly, too quickly evidenced by the black dots and spinning room, I stumbled around, I picked up my tissues and put them into the trash can in my bathroom, I swept the used soup bowls under my bed and threw the miscellaneous clothes into the hamper.

"Y/N" Luke called thought the apartment.

Scrambling to open my bedside draw, shove my phone in and shut it, I leant over the bed like I was making it as the light from the hallway came flooding in.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" I feigned confusion, finishing pulling up the bed spread.

"I came to check on you, you weren't answering me and didn't send me a good morning text. I got worried." He spoke walking closer.

"I'm alright babe, was just having a cleaning morning, you know I put my phone away when I do that." I sat bad on the bed, he followed and pulled my hand out of its crumpled ball, leaning into me and enveloping me into a hug. He laid a gentle, lingering kiss on my forehead.

"I'm just going to get some water, want to watch a movie?" he asked.

"Sure, I'd love too!" I responded.

"Alright, get settled and pick a movie f'us yeah?" he mumbled into my hair.

"I will. Go get your water, then we'll start." I returned.

Luke's POV:

She's sick. I fucking new it. Not only did her behaviour give it away but her temperature is far too high to healthy. Wandering into the kitchen I opened the top cupboard, snagged a tin of chunky beef soup, leaned down to the draw filled with plates and bowls, pulling one out I opened the tin and watched as the brown viscous liquid sloshed into the bowl. Releasing the latch on the microwave I place the bowl in and let it heat up.

I sent Jack a text, saying I won't be back tonight. Pocketing my phone, I opened the fridge and got out two bottles of water, walked back to the microwave, opened it and pulled out the hot bowl, grabbing a spoon I walked back down the hallway and pushed open the door with my foot.

"Before you say shit," I announced, seemingly startling her. "I will be here, by your side. Because your sick."

"I-but" she rebutted.

"No buts, you were an idiot if you didn't think I would pick up on that fever. Now, I have soup, enjoy." I smiled as I handed her the bowl.

She slumped down on the pillows, mumbled a thanks and pulled the soup and spoon from my hand.

Walking around the other side of the bed, I settled in next to her and picked up the discarded remote to pick a show I know she couldn't resist watching.

Gilmore Girls.

#risen rambles :d #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #trevor zegras oneshot #hornet!zegras #quinn hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes #luke hughes fic #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #hughes brothers #nj devils #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine

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mikacolt · 3 months

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The final words from Wrathion and Sabellian do the best possible job at wrapping up black dragon things in dragonflight in just a few paragraphs after the mess (and I do mean mess) that was Embers of Neltharion.

First of all Sabellian approaching him like “so ebyssian told me…” it’s such a tiny thing but I appreciate that they wanted to acknowledge ebyssian and his close relationship with BOTH his brothers. Like he is still the go between. You could read into this a lot and say Wrathion told Ebyssian because he had to since Ebyssian is his aspect but my gut reaction is he told him because of their close bond. This is the best option for Ebyssian at this point cause if you had him walk up to wrathion himself and talk about their brotherly relationship I probably would have rolled my eyes after 10.1. But the idea it’s a bond that exists off screen works for me in this case.

Also healing from 10.1 moment when Wrathion talks about WHY he wanted to be Aspect. I think this works nicely cause maybe there are some thoughts there he only realized after the fact. And him ending DF with this certainty gained about who he is is just really really nice.

And finally literally the MVP of the entire expansion my man Sabellian is great here and his line about ‘when you do come back I hope it does feel like a homecoming’ is literally reverberating throughout my brain on a constant loop. 10/10. Dragonflight best expansion.

#dragonflight spoilers #spoilers #mean thought hidden in tags: emberthal? never heard of her.#jack dot text #also please let sabellian take his true form at the seat. I’m begging.#it’s gonna be so awkward if wrathion isn’t there and sabellian is the only one in visage.

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just-a-creep-babe · 8 months

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 16

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Dedicated to @cookiereblogss — tysm for all the support you’ve provided! ❣️🫶✨

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

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The work is slow and tedious

Most of it consists of waiting things out

They have to wait for instructions, wait for their target to make a move, wait for the days to pass and the nights to come

Jack’s main priority is hunting

The target hardly leaves any traces behind, but with Jack’s tracking abilities, it’s nearly impossible for them to get away

It takes a few days, but they eventually get to the point where the target has exhausted all other options, and they’re essentially cornered

Jack’s antsy for this whole mission to be over with already, and he can tell by the way Toby’s losing focus that he’s also growing tired of it

Both want to confront the target, put an end to things one way or another, but they get word that under no circumstance are they to engage

Which brings both the demon and the human back to square one—back to playing the waiting game

The lack of stimulation doesn’t help keep his mind off of you

You’re what his thoughts naturally default to, and while he realizes it’s not healthy, he just can’t help it

Between his instincts wanting to claim you as his mate, the memory of your body in his hands, and his sheer unbridled infatuation with you, you make him so utterly weak

Over a week into the mission, the demon finds himself in bed, his hand propped up behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling

Toby’s in the next bed over, catching up on some lost sleep, but Jack doesn’t feel the need to rest, and they’ve been told to wait things out, so there’s not much he can do except just… lie there

With a sigh, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand

He puts his passcode in, lowers the brightness as dim as it goes, then taps and swipes at his screen in hopes of finding some kind of distraction

Before he knows it, he ends up in his messages, looking at none other than his conversation beneath your contact name

Reading back some of the things you said to him brings back a flood of memories, and he finds himself cracking a smile

How’re you always so charming?

He thumb hovers over the text box, but he hesitates

He thinks back to your last interaction, and then, with a sigh, he closes his phone and rests it on his chest

The ceiling is dark, the room is bleak with its lacklustre decorations, and he feels entirely alone

He plays with his bottom lip between sharp teeth, weighing his options

After a minor internal debate, he opens his phone once more, returns to your messages, and presses on the text box

The keyboard pops up, and he stares at it for a few seconds

But then he shakes his head, puts his phone back down, and tries to ignore the temptation of texting you

Except it doesn’t take long before he picks his phone back up again

Why can’t he make up his damn mind?

He types out a few words, trying to sound casual, and then he rereads what he wrote as his thumb hovers over the send button

No, that doesn’t sound light-hearted enough

He erases everything, tries to type something else out, then deletes that too

He writes out a “hey” nearly pressing send, but with a sigh, he erases it all over again

He doesn’t know what to do

He wants to reach out to you, but he’s already on such thin ice after that last interaction

You’re going to think he’s so clingy, so pathetic

But fuck, he misses you

Pursing his lips, he realizes he just needs to suck it up, and puts his phone down yet again

The seconds tick by, stretching out into slow, long minutes, and with another sigh, he reopens his messages

He doesn’t plan on writing anything, he just intends on reading through your chat history again

But then his heart nearly jumps when he sees those three familiar dots on your end of the conversation

You’re texting him?

He looks to the top of the screen, 1:03 AM, and then his mind is a frantic mess trying to figure out why you’re texting him in the middle of the night like this

Did something happen with Jeff? Did you see his failed attempts at texting you, and now you wanna tell him to back off? Are you about to say you want absolutely nothing to do with him anymore?

He swallows thickly, keeping his thumb as far away from the text box as possible—just so that you don’t see him creeping on your contact

It feels like one panic-induced eternity later when the dots finally disappear, and in the brief milliseconds when your message doesn’t show up, he’s both relieved and disappointed, thinking you’ve decided not to text or confront him

But then the picture loads in

You’re in a set of lingerie he’s never seen before, the colour of the delicate lace a perfect compliment to your skin tone, and you’re kneeling on the bed with a pillow between your thighs

Even in the dim lighting, he can see the obvious evidence of your arousal on your panties, even soaking onto the pillow

He never thought he’d get jealous of a fucking pillow, of all things

You’re holding up your phone with both hands, the angle pointed down so that he has a nice eyeful of your cleavage

And be can’t see the top part of your face, but he can see your gorgeous lips, parted and swollen, like you’ve been biting at them, and he’s reminded of how plush and soft they feel against his own

Without thinking, he groans out loud

He immediately feels his dick start to harden in his pyjama pants

He’s still taking it all in when the three dots pop up again

Thinking of you

Fuck

He takes in a sharp breath through his nose

And then he hears Toby mumble something, and in a panic, he slams his phone down onto his chest, screen facing down, and tries to act natural

Crap

A second goes by, followed by another, and another one after that

He strains his hearing for another sound, but all he hears is the proxy’s deep, steady breathing

He quietly releases the air he was holding in

As inconspicuously as possible, he reopens his phone, trying to tilt it as far from Toby’s line of vision just in case

My god, you’re gorgeous

He’s practically salivating at the photo

And that fucking text you sent him afterwards

Would it be wrong for him to save that picture to his phone?

He thinks about it for a second, and then it’s like he just can’t resist clicking on it and saving it—for his eyes only

He takes a moment to savour every detail of your body; every curve, every angle, every beauty mark, stretch mark and every single flaw that makes it so perfect—so wonderfully you

Fuck, he wants to wreck you

He can just imagine you riding that pillow, rolling your hips against it, trying to satisfy your aching clit

He can imagine you moaning all breathlessly as you reach up to toy with your nipples, trying to get as much stimulation as you possibly can

Are you touching yourself right now?

Are you doing it to the thought of him?

What a filthy, filthy girl, he thinks

Subconsciously, he reaches all the way down to the bulge in his pyjamas

And, as if acting on its own accord, his hand starts palming himself to the sight of you

He tries to keep his breathing neutral, tries to be as discreet as possible because Toby’s right fucking next to him

But my god, how can he resist touching himself to such a lewd photo of you?

He tries to match the pace he imagines you’re going at, rolling his hand over his bulge as if it were you on top of him instead

He almost loses himself to his fantasy, to the thought of all the dirty, filthy things he wants to do to you

Until he sees the three dots pop up, linger for a second or two, and then vanish once more

Shit

He’s keeping you waiting on an answer

What if you think he’s not interested?

He racks his brain trying to think of a reply, the seconds ticking down making him increasingly nervous until he eventually decides fuck it

A quick glance next to him shows no sign of Toby being awake

So, as sneakily as possible, he frees his length pressing up against his boxers, slips his phone beneath the sheets, and snaps a picture

He winces as the flash goes off

Fuck fuck fuck

Good god it’ll be nothing short of a miracle if Toby doesn’t notice any of this

He strains to hear the proxy’s breathing again, and although it’s concerning how light it is, there’s really not much Jack can do about it at this point

He slowly brings his phone back up, checks that the photo looks decent enough, then hits send

Look at what you do to me, he types

He doesn’t have to wait long for your reply to come in

I need you

I want to feel you inside me

He hisses in another sharp breath of air, his dick throbbing for attention beneath the sheets

He wastes no time stroking his stiff length, trying to be as discreet as possible, but he’s getting so riled up at the thought of you wanting him that he hardly even cares if Toby notices at this point

With one hand busy, the other tries to fumble out a reply on the keyboard, but before he can hit send on the depraved text, you send him something else

A video

His abdomen clenches at the preview, heat pooling to his groin like his body’s on fire

He hits play, and sound immediately plays out from his phone

“Shit,” he hisses a quiet curse beneath his breath, spamming the volume button to mute the video as quickly as possible, and then he’s utterly transfixed by the show you’ve put on for him

Your thighs look so soft, so perfectly smooth as you grind back and forth on the pillow

Your free hand trails up and down your form, tempting him, teasing him, and all he can imagine is how good he could make you feel if that was him touching you right now

Your touch moves up to the lacy bralette of the lingerie set, and there, you give the fat of your chest a playful squeeze before pulling at your nipple

Lips falling open like that, he can only imagine the sounds you’re making—and it’s driving him wild

Your hips stutter briefly in their movement as you toy with your nipples

And then, still teasing him, you slowly lower the fabric over your chest to reveal your tits to him

It’s almost too much

As embarrassing as it is to admit it, he nearly jizzes himself right then and there—with Toby just a few feet away from him

He can’t take this—he needs to hear the sounds you’re making

Pausing the video, he shimmies the band of his pyjamas up his hard erection, then gets out of the bed and, as inconspicuously as possible, he makes his way to the bathroom

The door locks behind him with a firm click

He knows if it wakes Toby up, he’ll be very suspicious about the whole thing, but Jack doesn’t want to risk him hearing anything, so he turns the shower on

The running water is enough to conceal the sound of the video is he plays it just low enough for him to hear

And, surely enough, your moans are divine

The way you work your body against the pillow, the way you whimper and mewl as you touch yourself, occasionally begging to feel him—you’re just as mouthwatering as always

The video comes to an end much too quickly

He’s left in the bathroom, panting as he desperately ruts himself into his fist

Do you even know the effect you have on him?

He thrusts his hips forwards as if it was you on the end of his cock and not just his hand

He imagines bending you over the sink, fucking into you from behind as he yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at yourself getting absolutely wrecked by the demon

The mental image has him snarling, and he’s not so certain the water’s enough to conceal his sounds anymore

But god, he really, really doesn’t care by this point

Still jerking his length into his fist, he types out a mess of filthy nothings

I’m going to ruin you the very next chance I get

I’m going to fuck you senseless, make you all mine

He scrolls up, replays the video, and imagine shoving your head down into that pillow, ass up and exposed to him, all for him to abuse however he pleases

He throws his head back with a low groan, utterly obsessed with the way you touch yourself

Your answer’s nearly immediately and he can only assume you’re just about as desperate as he is right now

Jack, please, I need you so badly

Feel so empty without you

He snarls, losing control of his hips pumping his twitching cock into his hold

I’m gonna mark you, breed you

I’m gonna fill you with as much cum as I can fit inside that perfect little cunt

He doesn’t know if he’s being too forwards

He just can’t contain himself

If it wasn’t for Toby in the other room, he’d call you right now just to hear your little whimpers, just to be able to describe in exact vivid detail what he wants to do to you

M so close, Jack, need you to fill me up

He can practically imagine your body shaking right now, your thighs all slick and messy as your cunt spasms on the verge of your orgasm

Good girl

Cum for me

Be a good little slut and cum for your master

It’s like he can almost hear you orgasm—that beautifully melodic sound he fucking adores so much

It reminds him of all the times he’s had his face buried between your thighs, the way you squirm beneath him, the way you pull at his hair, your taste, your smell—everything about you

You’re worse than any drug on earth

He snaps his hips all the way forward, his dick throbbing, and thinking about you cuming against his mouth is enough to push him over the edge

He bites into his palm as he cums, sharp teeth piercing through his own skin, but the pain and the taste of blood somehow only intensifies his own orgasm

Cum spurts out of his twitching cock, coating his fist, making a mess on the poor bathroom floor in front of him, but he’s too lost in the euphoria to care

He imagines ejaculating on you instead—your thighs, your tits, your face—and then he thinks about how fucking good it feels when you’re milking him with your cunt, and it all has him shuddering in the aftershock of his orgasm

Once his high dies down, he’s panting, the shower still running, and it’s ironically convenient that he can now clean up so easily

One last text comes through, and it’s a picture of your hand, your fingers spread apart to show the slick webbing clinging to your skin

He bites back another snarl

Filthy, filthy girl

He snaps one final pic of himself, showing his own mess you caused him to make

He’s about to start cleaning up when, much to his absolute horror, he hears a knock at the door

“Hey, y-you almost done in there? I gotta—I gotta take a piss, dude”

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader smut

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lostjulys · 2 years

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living in permanent fear of the day that saintseneca bcomes the next big tiktok alt folk artist......

#it happened 2 haley heynderickx it happened 2 julien baker it happened 2 jack stauber etc.....#dot text #clinging 2 the hope that they r too vaguely bizarre for that to happen (circle hymn pillar of na etc.) but. u nevr know..

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 9 months

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Carnival Fair (Epel x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Vomiting mentioned Note: Reader is implied to be the same height as or shorter than Epel

“Alright, next ride!” Epel grinned wide as his eyes scanned the carnival. “Where ‘r we goin’?”

“The Scrambler sounds fun,” Deuce said. He looked down at the small carnival map in his hands, little dots marking everything of interest. “That’s over to the right. There’s also that water ride over there,” he said as he pointed to the ride in question.

“That kiddy shit?” Epel scoffed as he smirked. “C’mon, Deuce, ya gotta have somethin’ better than that.”

“Well, when you guys are done bickering,” Ace glanced over his shoulder at you all as he walked away, “you can meet me at that coaster over there.”

The roller coaster in question was called Sunside Sweep. It looked fun, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for something so thrilling. You and your little group -Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel - had just eaten all that junk from the food trucks, and you knew it would come right back up if you went through even one loop. Ace would realize that soon. You knew you couldn’t stop him if you tried, so you just waved at him as he left. You scooted closer to Deuce to look at the map. “How about the little river boat ride?” you asked.

“Again, that shit’s for babies.” Epel rolled his neck, a small pop sounding from it as he groaned. “Ah want somethin’ that’ll be fun.”

“How about The Blender?” Jack piped up for the first time since lunch. “That looks fun - not too bad on the stomach, either.”

At least one other person was thinking of your digestive systems. You looked over towards the ride in question; you watched as it swung back and forth, the bottom half of its body turning as it went. Not too thrilling, yet not too boring. It was-

“Good enough, ah guess.” Epel shrugged as he started heading towards the ride. “But ah’m with Ace - ah want to get on a coaster after this.”

“Alright,” Deuce said as he folded the map and tucked it back in his jean pocket. “The Blender it is.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked after Deuce, Jack close to your side as you went. The aftertaste of cream soda and funnel cake still lingered on your tongue - so good! You hoped to get a little more sweets before you had to leave.

***

“You alright there, [Y/n]?” Epel asked as he eyed you curiously.

You sat on a bench in front of the entrance to The Blender, hunched over with your hand over your mouth. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Your reassurance was ill received. Jack kneeled down in front of you, ears flattened against his head. “Take it easy, alright? Maybe we should stay off of the rides for a while.”

“But the carnival closes in two hours!” you protested. “By the time it opens again, we’ll have to go back to the college. I don’t want to-” You mumbled a groan as your stomach grumbled uncomfortably. You managed to finish your sentence in a garbled whisper, “I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You won’t ruin anything,” Deuce reassured you with a smile. He sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We’ve been out here since this morning - we’ve had so much fun. We can go back to the hotel if you want.”

“No, no,” you shook your head, “I’ll just…stay here for a bit.” You forced a smile as you looked from Deuce to Jack. “I’m sure my stomach will settle after a few minutes. I’ll catch up with you guys once I’m better.”

“Alone?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows at the thought. “I don’t like the sound of that. What if you get worse and need someone?”

“I have my phone, remember?” You held up the phone Crowley had given you months earlier. It wasn’t the most reliable device, but it’d get you through in a pinch. “I can call someone to come get me - and you guys can text me whenever you want!”

“[Y/n],” Deuce started, voice filled with concern, “we can’t just-”

“Ah’ll stay with them.” The three of you looked up at Epel, who now stood in front of you. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets; that letterman looked really nice on him, you thought. “Y’all go on ahead.”

Your expression fell and you began to shake your head. “Epel, no, I’ll be-”

“That weren’t a suggestion.” He flopped down in the seat opposite you. He directed his next words to the other two present. “Y’all go find Ace, see if he still wants to ride that coaster. I’ll meet up with y’all when [Y/n]’s better.”

The two boys stared at Epel for a moment, as if trying to get a read on him. To your surprise, they made no argument - they simply nodded and smiled. Deuce glanced over at you, “We’re only a text or phone call away. If you ever need us, don’t be afraid to.”

“Yeah,” Jack affirmed. Though his smile remained, he looked you dead in the eye with his next words. “And don’t try and push yourself too hard. If you’re faking being better, I’ll know. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, you can smell it.” Epel waved Jack off and gave him a lopsided smirk. “Go on, get! Tell me if Ace vomits his guts up.”

With another nod and a chuckle from Deuce, the two turned and made their way to the Sunside Sweep. Though you smiled at them as they left, the moment they took their attention off you both, you frowned and looked over at Epel. “You really don’t have to stay here with me. I know you looked forward to this more than anyone.”

“Eh,” Epel shrugged his shoulders, “it’s just a carnival. Not like ah’ll never get to go to one again.”

That didn’t make you feel any better. You didn’t notice your frown morph into a pout as the guilt overwhelmed you. Your eyes grew big with sadness at the thought of Epel missing out on yet another thing he wanted to do. And you’d all finally managed to sneak him away from Vil’s eye! It wasn’t fair…

Epel glanced over at you - his expression fell as he took in your sad look. “H-Hey, what’s with the pout? Ya looked like a kicked puppy.” He smiled to try and cheer you up. “It really don’t bother me.” He poked at your cheek, “C’mon, buck up!”

You wanted to believe him, you really did…but your mind kept wandering to how excited he’d been the day before. He was the one to suggest the fair to you all; Epel had been the one up really early, anxious to go. You glared down at your stomach in a mix of shame and frustration. You knew you shouldn’t have eaten all that food…

Epel observed your current state and sighed. “Ahlright, if ya really wanna make it up to me,” he stood up from the bench, “let’s go on the ferris wheel.”

You raised your head as you eyed Epel, confused by the suggestion. “You said it was a baby ride.”

Epel clicked his tongue and scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it’s not that bad. ‘Ts not the worst ride in the world.” He glanced down at you with a lopsided smile. “That and, ah mean, if that upsets yur stomach, yur real bad off.”

You supposed he had a point. You glanced over at the ferris wheel, watching as it turned at a slow, languid pace. It looked rather peaceful…you gave a small nod as you slowly stood. “Y-Yeah, I guess it’ll be fine.”

Epel smiled, relieved that you agreed. He tugged at your wrist and gently pulled you along with him towards the ride. Thankfully, there wasn’t a line when you arrived. Epel reached into his pocket and dug out two tickets and handed them to the ride operator. They tucked the tickets away in a pouch on their belt before they led you up the stairs to where the carriages docked. There was a railing either side of the stairs for you to grab…yet Epel held your hand the whole way up. He glanced at you as the next empty carriage came to a stop; he glanced back when the operator opened the door and directed both of you inside.

Once safety tucked inside, sat on benches opposite each other, the operator closed the door. Seconds later, you began to move. You lightly gripped your bench as the carriage swayed as it traveled upward, pulled up by the wheel. You bit your lip to hold back a grunt as your stomach turned at the slightest movement. Epel seemed to notice your discomfort - within seconds he was beside you, hand rested on your knee as he examined you.

“You aren’t gonna throw up on me, are ya?” he asked, looking a little nervous at the thought.

“N-No, I think I’m fine.” This time, your smile was not forced as you looked Epel in his pretty blue eyes. “Thank you…for making sure I’m okay, I mean.”

“Well, ah mean, what didja want me to do?” he asked, voice laced with a small chuckle. “Leave ya there to die? I ain’t like Ace - I’m not an asshole.”

You let out a small giggle. “It’s still a little weird to hear you cuss out loud like that.”

“Ah know, right?” Epel leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, his right leg crossed over his left knee. “Keep waitin’ for Vil to pop out from behind somethin’ and squawk at me for it.”

“Is he treating you better?” you asked. “Since his overblot, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Epel replied with a nod. “Still scolds me fer somethin’ just ‘bout every day, but ‘s not as bad.” He glanced at you as his teeth peeked through his smile. “He’ll even compliment me every now ‘n again.”

“That’s good.” You straightened your posture; you suddenly felt a lot better. “I’m happy he’s allowing you to be more free - more like yourself. I like it.”

“Oh yeah?” Epel now smirked as he uncrossed his legs and arms, sitting up before he inched closer to you. “What’chu like ‘bout me?”

“W-Well…” Now you suddenly felt nervous. His gaze was more intense than before, like he was trying to look into your very soul. Paired with that smirk on his face, he looked…attractive. Well, he always did, but…it was different. You scrambled to think of something.

“I…I like how laidback you are. You’re a lot more confident, too. It…suits you.”

“Mm, yeah?~” He inched closer with every passing second, so much so you had to scoot back along the bench to allow him room. “Ya like how manly ah can be? When ah’m out of all that frilly stuff?”

“What you wear doesn’t matter.” Something shifted in Epel’s gaze, but you couldn’t tell exactly what it was. “I guess it’s because you can be more…free? You don’t have to remind yourself of manners and other things; you can be yourself. I like that you can just be…well, you.”

Epel took in your words for a moment, as though to let them soak into the deepest parts of his brain. In those seconds, his expression had fallen into something akin to surprise - shock, even. Then, slowly, that expression came back, but this time the smirk was wider than it had been before. His eyes narrowed as he got even closer, so close your back now pressed against the wall of the carriage. The curve of the carriage’s body made your back contort to its figure. To do that, you had to sink down a little in your seat - to where Epel now towered over you.

“You know how cute ya look when yur all genuine ‘n shit?” Epel lowered his face down towards yours. “Real cute, sweetheart~”

Your heart pounded in your chest, a flush of red rising to your cheeks. You’d never seen Epel like this, so forward, so…hot. Hot was the word, yet you never dared let yourself think it. Epel was your friend, one of the guys! You wouldn’t let yourself think of him as something more, but now…now it was all you could think of.

“Tell me somethin’, sweet thang.” His lips were now beside your ear. Even at this angle, you could still glimpse that handsome grin. “Why do ya think I wanted to stay with ‘cha?”

“T-To make sure I was okay?”

“Ye, that,” his hair tickled your cheek as he got really close to your ear, “and because ah don’t want the other guys tryin’ to take what I want.”

Your heart nearly lurched out of your chest as the carriage suddenly came to a stop. In that quick commotion, you almost didn’t notice the lips that brushed against your cheek. But you did - you were sure your cheeks were as red as Ace’s hair. Epel suddenly scooted away from you, then pulled you back up to a sitting position. As soon as you sat up, the carriage door opened. In stepped Ace, who was led into the car by Deuce. He looked pretty bad, face a near green color as he glanced in your direction.

Deuce clumsily sat him on the bench opposite you and Epel, Jack stepping in behind him as the door slammed closed. You glanced out the small window on the door to see the ferris wheel’s operator, who looked a little too happy to leave you all in there with Ace. When you turned your gaze back on the redhead, you could see why: he looked ready to pass out, or barf, whichever came first.

“Da hell happened to you?” Epel asked.

“This is what five rides on two different coasters, with four sodas in-between, will get you,” Jack replied as he sat beside Deuce. He glared at Ace, who sat next to the large window of the carriage. “I told him not to do it, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Ace grumbled something unintelligible in response, though didn’t even bother to look at Jack to deliver it. He simply stared out the window, gaze a thousand yards away from where they were. Deuce simply shook his head, a sorry smile on his face as he patted Ace’s shoulder. “It’ll wear off eventually, man, don’t worry.” Deuce mumbled something under his breath as he took his hand off Ace. “Hopefully before Riddle finds out what you did.”

You nearly jumped out of your seat at Epel’s laugh bellowed out next to you. “What did ah tell ya?” He lifted his index finger into the air, “One braincell.”

“C’mon, Epel, give the guy a break,” Deuce said, though a snicker lay hidden beneath his words.

“Oh, like he gave me a break when ah dropped my lunch all over myself that time when ah-”

You didn’t hear that next part - you were distracted by the arm Epel draped over your shoulders. Though you smiled as the three continued to talk, and as Ace continued to glare and grumble (he even managed to flip the bird once), you were constantly aware of how secure Epel held you. He nary took his arm off you the rest of that afternoon at the fair. And whenever you’d peek over at him, he’d catch you - then smirk and wink.

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[image description: A cheery Green Man with blue-black spades dotting his large pop eyes. Text reads, “15-0343 the small god GREEN”]

He has no name, but we know his name all the same. It has changed with time, shifting under the weight of ages, but is most often “Jack.” Jack in the Green, Jack of the Trees. Jack of the Woods. They call him John Barleycorn as well. They call him many things, and of all the small gods, he is perhaps the greatest, for without him, an essential piece of the human spirit would be lost forever. We cannot thrive where the green is gone. We cannot endure in the gray alone. His worshippers are without number, and we are all of us born among the faithful, even if some will inevitably turn away, or turn toward a different verdency, counting coin instead of conifers, bills instead of blades of grass. He loves the lost ones even still, and his wooden arms are ever open to welcome them home, should they choose to come back to him.

He had no name. He has a thousand names. He loves us all. We are all his to keep and champion.

He is very disappointed in many of our recent choices.

We do not want to see what happens should he ever be truly angered

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hockeylovee12 · 12 days

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Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Four

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Warnings:Cursing

November 13th, 2023

The shrill sound of an alarm pierces through Luke’s dreams startling him awake.

He groans, burying his head into the soft hotel pillow, trying to drown out the noise.

Just as he’s about to drift off again, he feels a hand on his shoulder shaking him awake.

“Luke come on man, we got less than 15 minutes until we need to be downstairs for team breakfast!” Alex urges, his voice carrying a pressing tone, behind the thick Swedish accent.

Luke’s eyes snap open, taking a moment to process his roommate's words, “Shit, okay, I’m up, I’m up” he mumbles, throwing the covers off his body and stumbling out of bed.

Luke rushes to the bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth, and relieving himself, before throwing on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

He quickly grabs his phone and room key and meets Alex by the door. The two make their way down to the hotel restaurant with less than a minute to spare.

The room is already buzzing with activity as teammates scatter around various tables, loading up their plates with eggs, bacon, and an assortment of fruits and pastries.

Luke and Alex grab their food, and find two seats at a table, with Jack, Dawson, Nate, Nico, Jesper, and Timo.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Dawson teases as Luke and Alex sit down.

“Shut it, Mercer. Not all of us can be morning people like you.” Luke grumbles, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“Ignore him Hughesy,” Nate chimes in, a teasing smile plastered across his lips “He’s just jealous because he knows he’ll never be as pretty as you, even with a few extra minutes of beauty sleep.”

The table erupts with laughter, and the conversation flows easily as they eat, discussing t he drills they'll most likely run during practice, which is set to begin shortly after they finish their meal.

Then talk shifts to their upcoming game against the Red Wings, set for later tonight.

“Nico, you think you can sneak a few extra pucks past Lyon tonight?” Jack asks, nudging the Devils captain.

Nico grins “I’ll do my best.”

“Hopefully tonight’s not another shitshow like Thursday against the Rangers” Dawson murmurs.

The mention of the Rangers causes a slight pang in Luke’s chest, his mind immediately drifting to Jordan.

He discretely pulls his phone out, hiding it under the table, scrolling through his notifications, searching for a response to the message he had sent her last night.

Nothing.

His heart sinks a little as he stares at the screen wishing for a little blue dot to appear next to her name.

“Who you texting Rusty? Your girlfriend?” Nate teases, leaning closer to try and catch a glimpse of Luke’s phone.

Luke quickly presses the side button, causing the screen to go black, and shoves the phone back into his pocket. “No one, and I don’t have a girlfriend.” Luke mutters

“Ooh, someone’s getting defensive. I think he has a girl” Nate grins, earning a few chuckles from the rest of the table.

"Come on, Hughesy, spill the beans," Dawson chimes in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Who's the lucky lady?"

“There’s no lucky lady, I don’t have a girlfriend, now drop it” Luke states

“Come on boys, leave the kid alone” Timo interjects “If he says there's no girl, then there's no girl."

“Besides we have more important things to focus on, like tonight's game” Nico adds

There’s a murmur of agreement around the table before the conversation shifts back to hockey.

But Luke can’t shake the feeling of disappointment settling in his stomach

He sent the text 11 hours ago. Why hasn’t she texted back? Is it too late? Was it all just in his head?

He shakes his head, trying to regain his focus as the rest of the team finish their breakfast, his appetite suddenly lost.

But even as he moves in sync with the rest of his teammates, placing their dishes in their designated spot, and moving towards the lobby, where they prepare to take their team bus to the rink, he can't fully ignore the dull ache in his chest, the nagging sense that he might have already lost his chance with Jordan before it even really began.

*****

The clock reads 11:03 AM when Jordan’s eyes finally flutter open. She reaches for her phone squinting at the bright screen as she unlocks it.

A text from her long time best friend Brooke, sent late last night, catches her attention first. She quickly types out a response, promising to call her later.

As she hits send, she navigates back to the inbox on iMessages, when another notification catches her eye.

Her heart skips a beat looking at the blue dot next to Luke’s name and a timestamp reading 10:43PM.

With trembling fingers, she opens the text, her breath catching in her throat as she reads the two simple words: I’m sorry.

A flurry of emotions wash over her-relief, happiness, nervousness.

She sits up in her bed, her mind racing as she tries to craft the perfect response.

It's okay, she types out, then immediately deletes it. Is it okay? She's not sure.

Me too, she tries, but that sounds too dry.

I’m sorry, Luke. No that’s too formal, and literally the same thing he said.

After a few more attempts she settles on Me too, can we talk? Her heart pounds as she hits send, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air.

She stares at her phone, waiting for the three little dots to appear. But as the minutes tick by, the screen remains frustratingly blank.

Jordan tries to distract herself, scrolling through social media, checking her email, even getting up to pace around her room. But every few seconds, her eyes dart back to her phone, hoping to see a response from Luke.

Thirty minutes pass. Then an hour. Still nothing.

A sigh escapes her lips as she realizes she can’t spend the entire day waiting for him to text back.

She goes through the motions of her morning routine-brushing her teeth, washing her face, getting dressed-but the whole time her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Luke.

A sigh escapes her lips as she finally forces herself out of bed, realizing that she can't spend the entire day waiting for a text that might never come. She goes through the motions of her morning routine - brushing her teeth, washing her face, getting dressed - but her mind is still preoccupied with thoughts of Luke.

*****

After a draining morning skate, Luke showers and changes at the rink, before hopping in an uber with Jack, Nate, Alex, Dawson and John, to grab some lunch.

They arrive at a local restaurant, settling into a booth and placing their orders.

As soon as the waiter leaves, Luke pulls out his phone, his heart skipping a beat when he sees a text from Jordan.

Jordan: Me too. Can we talk?

Luke quickly types out a response.

Luke: I’d like that.

Jordan's reply is almost instant.

I’m glad you texted

Luke: Me too, I’m really sorry about the way things played out, hockey been a huge part of my life, for well forever and I just let it cloud my judgment when I shouldn’t have

Jack nudges Luke, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you smiling at your phone like that?"

Dawson leans over, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. "Texting your girlfriend again, Rusty?"

Luke rolls his eyes, quickly locking his phone. "No, just one of my friends. I don't have a girlfriend, Dawson."

Dawson holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Just asking."

Luke's phone beeps again, and he can't resist checking the message.

Jordan: It’s okay, I get things are a little complicated, but I’m not my brother, and I like you alot.

Luke's heart races as he reads her words, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

Luke: I like you too, and I promise from here on out, I won’t treat you like that.

Their food arrives, and Luke manages to grab a fry while still keeping his eyes glued to his phone. The conversation around him fades into the background as he focuses on his text exchange with Jordan.

Jordan: Thanks Luke, so what do we do now?

Luke: We'll figure it out. Maybe we could start with dinner? Just the two of us?

He holds his breath as he waits for her response, absently taking a bite of his burger.

Jordan: I'd like that.

Luke’s about to type another text, when Jack snatches the phone from his hand.

Luke looks up, frustrated and meets his brother's eyes.

“Dude what the hell!” Luke protests, reaching for his phone.

But Jack holds it out of reach and powers it down, “Finish eating then you can have it back”

Luke sighs, looking around the table which has silenced a bit, causing him to flush slightly as he realizes most of his teammates have finished most of his meals, whereas he’s only taken a singular bite of his burger, and a few fries.

“Fine” Luke grumbles, turning his attention back to his plate, and taking another bite of his burger.

The conversation around the table picks up again, as John starts talking about the movie trailer for the new Hunger Games that came out a few days ago.

"Did you guys see the trailer for the Hunger Games movie?" John asks, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Yeah, I did!" Dawson exclaims, "The movie came out a few days ago, yeah?”

“Yeah it did, think the 17th I’m waiting to watch it” John says

"I haven't seen it yet," Alex admits, "I actually haven't seen any of the Hunger Games movies."

The entire table goes silent, and everyone turns to stare at Alex in disbelief.

"Wait, what?" Nate asks, his jaw dropping, "You've never seen the Hunger Games? Like, any of them?"

Alex shrugs, looking a bit sheepish, "No"

"Oh, man," Jack laughs, shaking his head, "you're missing out. Those movies are classics."

"Seriously, Alex," Luke chimes in, "you've gotta watch them. The first one, especially. It's a game-changer."

"Pun intended?" Dawson grins, and the whole table groans at the terrible joke.

"Okay, okay," Alex holds up his hands in surrender, "I'll add it to my list. But you guys have to promise not to spoil anything for me."

"No promises," Nate teases, "I might 'accidentally' let something slip, just to see your reaction."

"You wouldn't dare," Alex narrows his eyes, pointing a warning finger at Nate.

"I don't know, man," John smirks, "I think it would be pretty hilarious to watch you freak out over plot twists that everyone else already knows about."

"I hate you guys," Alex grumbles, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Aw, come on, you love us," John grins, reaching over to ruffle Alex's hair.

Alex swats his hand away, but he's laughing now too, "Yeah, yeah. But seriously, no spoilers. I want to experience the movies for myself."

"Fair enough," Nate concedes, "but you better watch them soon. We're gonna need someone to geek out with over the new one."

"I'll get right on that," Alex promises, "but only if you guys agree to watch my favorite movie with me in return."

"Depends," Dawson says, eyeing Alex suspiciously, "what's your favorite movie?"

"The Notebook," Alex replies, with a completely straight face.

There's a beat of silence, and then the entire table bursts out laughing.

"Oh my god," Nate wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes, "can you imagine? A bunch of hockey players sitting around, crying over The Notebook?"

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," Alex defends, but he's grinning too, clearly enjoying the reaction he's gotten.

"Alright, alright," Luke concedes, still chuckling, "we'll watch The Notebook with you, Alex.”

"Good" Alex smirks, echoing Nate's earlier words

*****

Luke returns to the hotel around 2pm and only then does Jack give him back his phone. He knows he should probably take a pre-game nap, sticking to his routine, but he would much rather talk to Jordan.

So as Alex settles in for his nap, Luke slips out of their room and heads down to the lobby, seeking a quiet corner where he can call Jordan in private.

He finds a secluded spot near the hotel's business center, pulls out his phone, and searches for her contact before hitting the call button, his heart racing as he listens to the ring.

"Hello?" Jordan's voice comes through the speaker, sending a thrill down Luke's spine.

"Hey, it's me," Luke says, a smile spreading across his face. “Sorry I didn’t respond I was with my team and my brother was being a dick”

Jordan laughs on the other line, “It’s okay I’m glad you called”

“Me too, so we were talking about dinner?” Luke says

“Yeah, when are you free?” Jordan asks

“What about Saturday night?” Luke suggests, knowing the Devils have a back to back the 16th and the 17th meaning, by league rules, they will have the 18th off.

“Saturday works” She says

“Cool, uh there’s this great restaurant about 10 minutes outside of Manhattan, called Velvet & Vine. I can pick you up?” Luke suggests, hoping she likes the idea.

“Sure, that sounds great” Jordan replies, and Luke can hear the smile in her voice.

“How’s 8pm sound?” Luke proposes, mentally crossing his fingers.

“Works for me” Jordan confirms, and Luke feels a rush of excitement.

"It's a date," he says, then quickly realizes considering they haven’t technically established that yet. "I mean, not a date-date. Unless you want it to be. I just meant-"

Jordan laughs, cutting off his rambling. "Luke, relax. It's a date. I want it to be."

Luke feels his cheeks heat up, but he's grinning like an idiot. "Okay. Good. Me too."

There's a comfortable pause, and then they continue talking, the conversation flowing easily as they share more about their likes and dislikes, their hobbies and passions.

Luke learns that Jordan loves to paint in her free time, and Jordan discovers that Luke has a secret talent for solving Rubik's cubes.

Before they know it, an hour has passed, and Luke realizes he needs to start getting ready for the game.

"Hey, Jordan, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I gotta get ready for my game.” he says apologetically.

"Of course. Go, do your thing. And Luke?" Jordan says, her voice warm.

"Yeah?"

"Good luck tonight. I'll be rooting for you," she says softly, and Luke feels a surge of warmth in his chest.

"Thanks, Jordan," he replies, meaning every word.

They say their goodbyes, and as Luke hangs up, he can't wipe the smile off his face. He heads back to his room, feeling lighter than he has in days.

He changes into his game day suit, the grin never leaving his lips.

As Alex starts to stir from his nap, Luke busies himself with his own pre-game rituals, double-checking his bag to make sure he has everything he needs.

"You seem chipper," Alex notes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Good nap?"

"Something like that," Luke replies cryptically, his smile widening.

They gather their things and head down to the lobby to meet the rest of the team, ready to board the bus to the arena.

*****

The puck drops in Little Caesars arena and the game is underway, but before the Devils can even find their footing, the Red Wings score two quick goals, less than a minute apart, leaving Luke and his teammates stunned.

On the bench, Coach Ruff is fuming, his face turning a shade of red that rivals the winged wheel on the opponent's jersey. "Wake up out there!" he shouts, slamming his hand against the boards. "We can't let them dictate the pace like this!"

Luke grits his teeth, determined to turn the tide. He throws himself into the play, battling for every inch of ice, every loose puck.

And then, with just minutes left in the first period, Jesper finds the back of the net, giving the Devils a much-needed boost heading into the intermission.

Miles away in New York, Jordan sits in her room, her laptop balanced on her knees as she watches the game. She has her headphones in, the sound of the commentators' voices filling her ears.

As the second period begins, the Red Wings strike again, extending their lead to 3-1. Jordan bites her lip, her fingers tightening around the edge of her laptop.

The Devils manage to score another goal, cutting the deficit to just one heading into the third period.

Jordan is on the edge of her seat now, her eyes glued to the screen. She watches as the teams trade goals, the score tying up at 3-3, then 4-4.

With just three minutes left in regulation, Luke gets the puck on his stick. He weaves through the defenders, his skates cutting through the ice like blades. And then, with a flick of his wrist, he sends the puck soaring past the goaltender and into the net.

Jordan leaps to her feet, a shout of joy escaping her lips, before quickly clamping her mouth shut with her hand.

Underneath she's grinning from ear to ear, her heart swelling as she watches Luke celebrate with his teammates.

The final buzzer sounds, and the Devils won.

In the locker room, Luke is still riding high on the adrenaline of his game-winning goal. He showers and changes quickly, fielding questions from the media with a grin on his face.

As he finally makes his way back to his stall, he grabs his phone, his heart skipping a beat when he sees a text from Jordan.

Jordan: Nice goal :)

A smile spreads across Luke’s face.

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