Sunny Day Jack One-Shots; 🔞

Hide And Seek

Content Warning: Suggestive, implied mind control if you squint, first person POV , reader-insert

Word Count: 651

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It was only supposed to be a game of hide and seek.

"Sunshine." He calls out my name in a coo. I hear him shuffling around. Moving objects and pacing the house with his large clown shoes. I'm quiet as a mouse all the while, huddled in my closet. I'm surprised it isn't the first place he looks, inside my room. But the pros and cons of this hiding spot was that it was too obvious, so it'd either be the first place you looked, or the last.

I expected Jack to go with the first place. He was a bit of a strategist when he played games, and also a bit competitive, if anything. And when he got in the zone, he became determined.

I hear more shuffling, "Are you in... here?" I flinch at the distant sound of a door swinging open, clasping my hands over my mouth. The door slams shut harshly. "Drat..."

I stifle a giggle. He sounds like a cartoon villain.

A pause. More shuffling. A creak in the door of the spare room. Ian's old room. There's more shuffling, then a clatter. I think I hear something like angry sputtering. I feel a cold sweat coming on. Jack is rarely ever - if at all - upset or angry. He's been disappointed, and I hate whenever he was like that, especially with me. But he almost never showed signs of abrasiveness towards anyone. It might be funny if I could see his face, but the muttering along with hectic shuffling gives an added tension to this once fun game.

"Sunshine. Where are you?" He demands. There's a bite in his voice I don't expect. I involuntarily squeak.

Another pause. Then heavy but sure footfalls approach my room.

"...Sunshine?"

I gulp. This man... he can't have known where I was by a little sound, right?

I keep quiet, pursing my lips shut. I can't stop the heavy breathing through my nose though; my heart races as Jack paces around the room.

I see his hulking figure through the closet blinds. At times I'm only mildly annoyed at our vast height difference, but from the position I'm in now, I'm flustered – in a state of unease. Like I don't want him to find me not just for the game's sake, but for a sort of primal instinct of self preservation.

The next thing Jack does astounds me. He rubs his hands together, rolls his shoulders and lifts up my bed. A low growl escapes him when I'm not there, and he drops it unceremoniously.

"Fuck." I breathed.

The silhouette of technicolor fwips in my direction and stomps over to the closet before the doors swing open.

Jack looks so... different from this angle. Almost terrifying. His usually easygoing grin is strained and feral on his face. His eyes stare down at me with a crazed intensity.

"I found you." He said it as if I were really lost. Like he'd been searching for a year before finding me hiding in uncharted territory.

I laughed weakly, "Yep. Let's um... do another round! You're it now."

"No. No..." Jack lifts me off the ground, pulling me to my now disheveled bed. My nightstand lamp is still on, and in the light I can see Jack's cheeks are flushed. I'm about to ask him if he's okay, or if he could slow down, but it dies on my tongue; the muscle is like lead – heavy in my mouth, thus I can't make a sound.

Though I let a soft moan out when Jack kisses my neck.

"You're too good at this game." He muttered on my skin. He kisses up to the lobe of my ear before turning to whisper in it, "I have another game in mind, though."

Lightly, he pushes me on my back, undoing my pants with a wide grin on his face, "I call it, hide the pierriot!"

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Hey guys, I know I left this book high and dry for a while. Or rather, this website...

But I'm on winter break right now for my (technically second) semester. A lot's been going on. Cramming for finals. Nearly having a close call for a missed final, buuut I'm here now! Can't promise to be here all the time. But I'll make an effort to update. Less for you and more for me because I'm a stickler for continuity. My actions might contradict that at times but it is what it is.

Anyway, I'm sure you've noticed that I've changed the title from OC One-Shots to just "One Shots" due to the more reader-oriented ideas I've been having. There will still be OCs, because I love to branch out and experiment with my characters, but I also really like having everyone else immerse themselves into my work.

To add on, it's gonna be a triple update tonight cus I've been busy busy busy with writing for this fandom. There's just so many ideas to use and I have like, seven drafts in progess XD such is the life of a writer.

-Elf Queen