#eyeless jack fanfic

[buterccup]

hey!! could i request some nsfw eyeless jack headcannons? i luv ur writing sm

Of course dear, and thank you so much it means a lot! And I'm sorry if this is shorter than my other headcanons, I hoped you enjoyed it anyway though anon!

Eyeless Jack NSFW HCS

NSFW POST MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

Warnings: oral, blowjobs, knife kink, praise, claiming kink, fingering, breeding kink, pet names, brief mention of pp size </3, rough but loving sex, mentions of roleplay kink, mention of heats, switch EJ? maybe

Character(s): Eyeless Jack x Reader

First things first, Jack loves your body to bits.

He loves every curve and side you have and always makes sure to kiss you all over during sex

Even with a scalpel in one hand gently being dragged on your arm he will always go out of his way to stroke, kiss, rub, even give you love bites, anything, to make you understand how much he loves your body.

He also loves to hear his darling's voice and always holds you close to hear them better

Although he is one of the quieter ones when it comes to sex being vocal with him and letting him hear your voice means a lot to him

It just makes him feel warm inside to know he is making you feel good.

EJ is a biggg boy

Like he is quite big

And he loves it when he sees you take all of it in

Whether it be in your mouth or hole he thinks it makes you look so beautiful

But he isn't opposed to giving you a treat as well

With Oral he doesn't care, he gives and receives

And did I mention this man is amazing at fingering.

I don't what it is about him but he is the type to be very skilled with his fingers,

And ohh boy be ready to be fucked until you are dumb and filled with his cum

Oh that rhymed!

Anyways jokes aside this man loves the sight of you filled with his cum.

And unlike Jeff and Hoodie EJ isn't the type to have sex in public

This is your time together and he hates the idea of someone interrupting you both

He wants to be able to have enough time with you and not feel stressed since he slender and the others already stress him out enough.

And if he ever comes back from a mission stressed and just pissed at one of the others he always ends up coming to you if his other ways of calming down fail

You always make him happy

But considering his size he is always checking if you're ready.

And he always praises you when he pounds into you

"You feel so good darling~"

"I love it when I feel you squeeze around me honey"

And on rare occasions you sometimes bring roleplay into your time together.

I feel like EJ favourite scenario is Doctor and patient.

It's just the power he feels and the trust you have in him during the moment that makes the time so special and overall makes it feel better for him.

Oh and be ready for his heats

When you both first got together he was a little hesitant with you helping with them since our demon boy over here thought he may hurt you.

But now he finds it easier to ask you to help him.

And back to where I mentioned that he hates the thought of a person walking in on your time together he would have a little cabin in the woods just for his heats

Even though he is the quiet type he gets rather loud while he is going through his heat cycle.

And if you want to or are feeling more dominant he is more than happy for you to take control

But he can get quite bratty and still try to overpower you

so...good luck<333

Aftercare with this man is heaven though.

He will always stay with you to cuddle after sex

especially during heat.

He knows he can get carried away and he wants to make sure okay.

He even prepares a warm bath for you two to have together

Requests: Open

[the-s1lly-corner]

Shut In (Eyeless Jack x reader oneshot!)

Basic plot: its really cold outside, and you urge Jack to stay in your home with you... he decides to stay despite knowing full well that he will be fine out in the freezing temperatures. You both decide to do things to pass the time and stay warm! Turns out Jack can make a mean cup of hot coco, too

Extra notes: I dont usually write fanfics, and the last one I've written was a personal one from late August... so to say I'm rusty and underexperienced is an understatement! I feel this one ended up a little.. weirdly paced imo but I think I'm still happy with the end result! Dialogue I feel I could have done better on but I'm going to be nice to myself since I mostly write hc posts so this is way out of my comfort zone.. Drafted on Tumblr then sent through google docs to pick up on some mistakes I missed, briefly reread no proper proof reading imo... lets hope this isnt a train wreck + it copied back to tumblr okay!! LMAO

Brief joke about pregnancy/making a pregnancy but its like one small snippet but I know that can make people uncomfortable + implies at least one of the characters is AFAB

Word Count: 2915

Extra Admin's note: I want to say again that I am so so happy about this blog hitting 1k followers, when I first started this blog I was originally going to use it to burn time and have something to do on the side, as well as having a place to put out my cringe ideas and hcs. I never thought this many people would be interested in my dumb thoughts, but here we are! I intend to keep writing this year, and perhaps even make more non-celebratory one shots this year? Maybe? I don't know I guess we'll see the reception on this fic!

It was the middle of the night, around the middle of January. Your boyfriend and you were holed up inside your apartment, you having locked the man up with you after seeing that it was below freezing out, as well as raining. You had to practically beg your boyfriend to stay with you for the night.

Your boyfriend, who also just so happened to be a man eating demon with tar dripping out of his hollowed out eye sockets. Your boyfriend, who was currently sitting still and staring forward, the only sound in the apartment coming from the dripping of your faucet. You had asked him to come visit you, it'd been a while... and he would never ever let you go to his cabin when it's this cold out. So here you both were now.

You pat the palms of your hands on your knees, sucking in one of your cheeks and working the flesh through your jaws for a moment. You were both technically stuck in the apartment now; you didn't want Jack to go out and risk getting sick, and Jack more than likely wouldn't want you to step out for the same reasons. So, you were both confined to what you already had within the space. You were about to open your mouth to speak but Jack broke the silence first. "You're shivering, do you want me to get some blankets?", blunt and almost robotic. He was never that expressive. "Or would you like to go to your room?" He added after a brief pause, his fangs poking just over his lip before he readjusted his mouth. You were both in the living room, sitting together on the couch; the front door to your left and a view of the kitchen to the right. You thought for a minute as your eyes lingered on the kitchen for a moment. You'd already eaten, before your partner arrived... but..

"That's fine, I'm probably going to make some hot coco," You pulled yourself up, stretching up. "Powdered stuff ooor..?" Jack mimicked you. You only shook your head, earning a disapproving look from him. "What?" You questioned, but he only dismissed you. "Why don't you get some blankets, I'll handle it," and he turned on his heel to make his way to the kitchen. "Maybe put on a movie, too, your choice." He added as his voice carried off. "Are you saying I can't cook?" You called back, following after him. No answer as he tugged out a pot. "I'll have you know-" you started once more

"Do you have half and half?" He was already opening your pantry to grab things.

"No, I don't,"

"Heavy cream? Whipping cream? Whatever it's called..." He mumbled as he placed various ingredients on the counter. Cocoa powder, vanilla, salt and sugar. You only nodded, and as he was about to begin working he paused. "Do you want anything else in it? Cinnamon? Nutmeg?" He paused and through gritted teeth, "Coffee?"

It was almost midnight, of course he would be opposed to you having caffeine so late.

"Cinnamon is fine," You watched him get to work. He measured everything out; even mixing the heavy cream with some milk to make a substitute for half and half.... was that really all it was? You weren't sure what you expected it to be, if it weren't..

He pulled his head up and stared at you. It was then that you noticed he had actually taken his mask off and set it at the end of the counter and out of the way. The black ooze dripping from his eyes was slow and posed little threat to dripping into your drink. He had a fistful of napkins on standby to dap his face dry should the flow quicken. "Aren't you going to get the blankets?"

You pat your hands on your thighs, pausing... watching him. His body had a warm glow on him from the old light bulb in the ceiling; it flickered every now and then. Under the yellowed light he almost looked healthy and alive, though there was no glint where his eyes should have been. His sharp nail tapping on the counter brought you back to the moment, blinking a few times. "Yeah.." you mumbled, defeated at the chance of making a drink for yourself stolen from you. But was that so bad?

You backed out of the kitchen, dragging your feet across the floor. Your apartment was.. a little on the smaller side so within a few steps you were in front of your bedroom door. You didn't really pay much attention to your surroundings as you shuffled through the blankets on the bed.. eventually you settled on just grabbing an arm full and waddling back to the living room, dumping everything you had grabbed onto the couch.

The house smelled of cinnamon and chocolate.. with a hint of vanilla.

Turning your gaze to the tv, your eyes scanned across the DVDs you had stacked messily. Nothing sounded good. "Is there anything you want specifically?" You called out as you settled yourself down criss cross in front of the tv and pulling all the cases onto the floor next to you. "Movie wise," You added as you pulled the first case into your hands. The DVD collection for Child's Play.. you had gotten it a few weeks ago, finding it on sale at your local store. You still hadn't popped it in to watch..

"I have.. Chucky, uhm..." You shuffled for the next case. "All the movies by the way.. I have that and.. most of the Friday the 13th movies," You called out. No answer, the only sound coming from the kitchen was the noise of a whisk gently being stirred. "I don't have Jason goes to hell... But!" You pulled out a third case with the Nightmare on Elm Street DVDs. "I DO have Freddy vs Jason," You mumbled and spread the three disks on the floor in front of you. Most of the disks you had, you noticed, were mostly older slasher movies. Still, Jack hadn't answered you. You pull yourself to your feet and trudge back into the kitchen. His back was to you, too preoccupied with the stove... He hadn't noticed you, not yet. An idea blossomed in your head, a smirk pulling itself across your lips. You steeled yourself, trying to force yourself to stop shivering.. Jack was always paying attention to his surroundings, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

You take a step forward and he still doesn't notice your approach.

Another step.

And another.

Jack wasn't the tallest, in fact if you wanted to you could rest your chin on his shoulder... and that's what you ended up doing, while wrapping your arms around his thick waist. You could feel his body seize up just a little bit against you, before relaxing. "You didn't answer, what sounds good?" You pulled your eyes down to look at the pot. Your drink was nearly finished. You view rocked as your boyfriend shrugged, still silent but the twitching of his pointed ears let you know he was listening.

"Anything's fine," Another shrug as he cuts the heat. "You're the one cooking for me, you get to pick the movie," You insisted. He paused mid-whisk, letting out a soft huff. Suddenly he spun around, his face just a few inches from yours. In the dimmed light his eye sockets seemed deeper, it's black ooze lazily dripping down his cheeks. You noticed the smudges on his face, from wiping the streaks. You briefly wondered what it was like to sleep with them, but your thoughts were cut short as he pulled a blackened and clawed hand to your hair; tucking a lock behind your ear. "How does...." He paused, sucking in his teeth. He looked almost embarrassed. "Bride of Chucky sound?"

"What? Want to study the characters again so we can dress up again this year for Halloween?" You tease. You had convinced him a few months ago to dress up with you. With him as Chucky, and you as Tiffany... It had taken some begging and convincing but you ultimately got him to agree. Although you didn't go out to get candy, you were both fine with staying inside watching movies together in costume. It was also that night you got him to watch the movies..

His ears darkened, before he scoffed. "No... actually this year I was thinking of..." He took a long pause, visibly scraping his brain for names of characters, before seemingly giving up. "Look I don't watch many movies I don't know any.. characters.." He grimaced, before gently pushing you off of him so he could turn his attention back to the hot cocoa. "We've still got nine months, more than enough time to come up with something..." You shrugged, then smirked. "Not enough time to make a Glen... or Glenda," You teased before turning on your heel. You held back a snicker as you heard Jack splutter, finally processing what you had just said to him.

"W-"

"I'm gonna go ahead and put in the disc, I'll leave it paused for you," You cut him off, still grinning to yourself as you kneeled down to do as you had said.

Soon enough Jack walked into the room with a mug, as well as a platter of cookies. "You didn't have to," You mumbled as you eyed the treats, but he only waved you off as he placed the plate and mug onto the coffee table. "You don't have to eat them, but I figured you might want a snack while watching the movie," He mumbled. You took the mug, and swirled the drink inside of it. "I hope I didn't put in too much cinnamon," Jack added as he watched you. He leaned over and started the movie.

You took a sip, smiling a little as the warmness crept in. "You did good, probably the best hot cocoa I've ever had." You offered a grin to him. "That has got to be the fakest compliment I've ever heard," Jack shot back, though you could see the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry! I believe this is the most decadent and satisfying beverage I've had ever been graced with in my life, and-" You began, only for Jack to hush you. "I'd rather you throw it on me, don't... say words like that again," He grumbled as readjusted himself into the couch. You took a sip and shrugged, "It's just absolutely immaculate," and he lightly smacked you on the arm. "I'm never making anything for you again," He snorted, before turning his attention to the movie.

You weren't going to lie, you felt a little bad treating yourself to the cookies, knowing Jack was unable to eat them without upsetting his stomach. Being a man-eating monster must really be hard. You purse your lips, and shoot a look at him from the corner of your eye. He must have been doing the same, because he turned his head to look at you. "Do you want to do something else?" He asked lightly, his grin from a few minutes ago already faded. "Do you ever miss eating.. food?" You asked before you could stop yourself. He didn't bother pausing the movie, instead he just fell silent and stared down, into the space between the two of you on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, I know it's a touchy subject for you," You mumbled and put the mug on the table. You sucked in the air between your teeth, flicking your eyes up to the movie, before bringing them back down to your lap. It stayed like that for a minute before Jack broke the silence. "I mean... yeah, I do. But at least I don't have to eat every day like you do, means I can have more time to do what I want," He said. Clearly, he was still bothered, tip-toeing around the big.. thing about him. The air was still tense and thick, all of the previous joking gone now. It was nearly unbearable. Nearly.

"You know," Jack began after a few more seconds of silence when you didn't reply. "I've never tried cinnamon in hot cocoa, I didn't know that was a thing people did," He was changing the subject. "You haven't?" You asked, raising a brow. He eyed your mug, but you both knew there was no way he was going to take a sip.

"It's really good," You mumbled, and took the drink, "The combo, I mean," You added. He hummed, patting his knees lightly. You swirled the drink again, watching the... what was it called? Those lighter swirls in the drink.. Did that have a name?

"You've had hot cocoa before, right?" You asked. He hummed again, nodding his head. "Well.. the cinnamon makes it warm. Taste wise.. It makes it.." You took a sip and thought for a minute. "Richer, I guess? It's hard to explain," You muttered, then looked back at him. You tore your eyes back down when you saw he was looking right at you, totally hooked onto your words. "I hear nutmeg goes good in it, too.. but I've only tried nutmeg and chocolate together in baked goods," You shrugged. "You did really good with this, you know... not too much cinnamon.. not spicy, at least." You smiled. He nodded, before turning back to the movie.

"Woody, I hear people describe cinnamon like that," He leaned back into the couch, a dull pop came from his back.

"Woody," You repeated, then took a large sip of the hot cocoa. You put the mug down onto the table, and leaned into your boyfriend as the warmth crept and settled into your bones. You weren't even paying attention to the movie, your mind was now occupied with how tired you were. Your eyes slipped up to the clock on the wall, It was nearly one in the morning. Had it only been an hour since Jack walked himself into the kitchen?

You lean deeper into Jack, not caring about his body's natural chill. His clothing still smelled a little like the cocoa from earlier.. "Gotta invest in some cologne, you smell nice like this," You mumbled into his arm. "The cinnamon?" He asked, not looking down at you. "No.. the cocoa, I mean cinnamon would be a nice touch... but you don't seem like a sweet smelling guy, do you?" You muttered. "Are you already getting tired?" Jack asked, and he leaned over you to grab the remote, pausing the movie. You muttered, the heat of the hot cocoa doing way more than you expected on the tiredness you didn't notice you had. "A little," You shrugged, "But we can still try to finish the movie," You offered, but he shook his head. Of course he would, as much of a hard ass or party pooper he came off as, he was going to make sure you were going to get your rest.

You put your hand in his, the one that had the remote.. you unpaused the movie. He paused it, and you unpaused it again. It kind of kept up like this before Jack conceited and kept it playing, although he did lower the volume.. The subtitles were already on, though. "I win," You smirked up at him, before crawling into his lap. You placed your head on his chest, pausing when you felt him stiffen before relaxing against you. His heart beat for a moment before settling to its barely there rhythm. For a minute you thought about asking about his heart, as far as you knew he explained himself like he was becoming a walking corpse... how does that work?

You decided against it, you already asked about him earlier.. and besides, your mind was already beginning to blank as Jack reached to the side of the couch, and turned the lamp off.. It was dark now. It was still raining, you could more clearly hear the drops outside now that the movie was turned down. Plus, Jack was running his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. It wouldn't be long until you finally gave in and fell asleep.

"Are you going to still be here in the morning?" You asked, melting into his chest as he hummed in response. "Plan on it, I still need to clean up the kitchen," He added as he curled your hair around his hand. "It'll still be cold in the morning," He added, "I need to make sure you bundle up before you go out for work," He added. "I'm not that dumb," You muttered and lightly slapped his arm. You swear, if he still had his eyes he would have rolled them.

"How do you see? I know you're not.. a normal person, but," You blurted out, lifting your head. He pushed your face back down, shushing you. "Sleep," He ordered, before loosening his hold on you a bit so you could get comfortable. It wasn't an order but it may as well have been with how your body started to loosen into him within the next few minutes, quickly snuffling out your curiosity and questions.

He'd still be here in the morning, you could pester him then. After all, it's what he signed up for when the two of you started to date one another..

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Dating Eyeless Jack would include

EJ is a pretty laid back bloke. On the continuum of dating a creepypasta, he is your best option. So congratulations, you have picked the best boyfriend candidate.

EJ tries very hard to make you happy, but because human customs are a bit foreign to him, he isn’t always successful.

For instance, it came as a rather unpleasant shock to him that humans tend to prepare meat before eating it. The shock in this being that he would never had served you a raw gory steak for dinner if he had known. He never wants to see the mortified look on your face again.

He has since learned that similarly to how eating cooked meat makes him nauseous, the thought of eating uncooked meat makes you nauseous. EJ understands that and he respects that because he is A Good Boyfriend™.

He isn’t too keen to be seen in public in broad daylight because of his appearance, so you two mostly spend time at your place. EJ doesn’t like doors too much either, so he prefers to come in through the window. It doesn’t matter if you live on the eighth floor – he will come in through the window.

EJ likes baths. He doesn’t appreciate bath bombs or other artificial substances put into the water, but if you have unscented soap that bubbles up real nice he’ll want to take a bubble bath together!

He bathes ritually every day to make sure he doesn’t reek of blood when he comes to see you. He is an avid flosser, and you would be surprised if you knew how many toothbrushes he goes through in a month. It’s the sharp teeth he has – not good for human toothbrushes.

In general, EJ doesn’t do well with strong synthetic scents, like perfume, deodorant, scented soap or other such products. They tend to make him nauseous, and he in every way prefers that you appear before him as natural as possible, with no makeup to cover your beautiful face and nothing masking your wonderful persona scent.

EJ is very affectionate, so much so that it borders on clingy at times. Trying to make dinner with a love-thirsty six foot cannibal glued to your side is no easy task. If you tell him to let you go, he will, though. But only for as long as it’s necessary.

EJ is sensitive and rather attuned to your emotions. It’s his spider cannibal-sense that tingles whenever you’re having a bad day. EJ will be immediately at your side offering an ear, a shoulder or the entire world to you if that would make you feel better. Because you are his world, and he can’t stand seeing you upset.

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Blue aura (eyeless jack x reader) pt 3

Read pt 1

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Read pt 2

Warnings: mention of dead animals, decomposition, and blood.

readers POV:

The drive home felt like it would never end, you continuously thought about that blue thing you saw in the woods.

You couldn't help but feel bad for leaving Mark alone.

Even though you practically hated the guy, you didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

You took a left turn, leading to a rocky road surrounded by woods.

It was the shortest way, and by now you were ready to get home, and go to bed.

Some old country song coming from the radio, you reached to turn it off, when suddenly, a deer ran right in front of your car.

You slammed on the brakes, making anything you had in the back, fall, or fly up to the front.

Instead of running away, the deer just stood there.

Your eyes were locked on the deer, when it turned it's head, staring right at you.

it's eyes were gray, and milky.

It was bleeding from it's nose, and it's ribs were exposed, it wasn't near death, it was already dead, and decomposing.

The only thing drawing your attention away from the undead deer was the radio.

It started distorting, the singers voice going from high, to low and back again.

Then it started switching stations, going from country, to metal, to pop, while still distorted.

You pulled out your phone, but it was dead.

At this point your heart was racing, and your nerves were shot.

You know how you'll get a feeling that something is wrong, before it even happens?

Thats how you felt right now.

Staring into the deers lifeless eyes, something deep down told you that there was something wrong with this place, something vile, something that makes your stomach turn.

You always knew that this town was weird, and slightly off-putting.

But this is different, something is happening, something beyond comprehension.

Your fight or flight kicked in, you blew the horn trying to scare it away.

It definitely did something, because the deer stood up on its back legs before running off.

You wasted no time to speed off.

You quickly made it home, you locked all the doors, and windows, closed all the blinds, and put your phone on the charger.

You didn't even wait for your phone to charge before turning it on, and going straight to contacts.

You scrolled until you saw Mark's number.

You called once, no answer.

You called twice, no answer.

You called for the fourth time, and still no answer.

Your phone finally gave up and died.

Leaving you in a state of panic.

You ran to your room and pulled out your computer.

You hopped on your couch and immediately went to tabs.

"can animals come back from the dead?" Is the first thing you searched for.

You were displeased when the only thing that came up was about extinct animals.

"disease that brings animals back to life"

Once again, the only thing that came up was unrelated.

You huffed, still in a state of panic.

You tried one last time.

"woodland creatures that can bring things back to life"

You knew it was stupid, I mean, c'mon a woodland creature? Seriously??

You felt stupid for even looking this up.

Yet something came up.

Some website, titled "entities of the forest"

You hesitantly clicked on it.

Thank God for Ad Blockers and VPNs.

The website looked old, like it had been abandoned a while ago.

You scrolled a bit, when you found something.

A link leading to another forum titled "Slenderman"

You clicked on it

It took you to a video, you pressed play.

The video started, and it showed an old window looking out into the forest.

The camera turned around to show a young man, about 25-29.

He had a nervous look on his face

He looked pale, he looked sickly.

(this next part is one of my personal headcanons for Slenderman)

"I've been having these hallucinations of him."

His voice was scratchy, and lacked volume.

"I'll see him in the corner of my eye, just watching me.

But lately it seems he's no longer satisfied with just watching.

He's started to get psychical, first it was random things in my house going missing, like documents, and note books, in which I kept information about him in.

But now he's starting to send "messengers"

If that's what you could even call them .

I've found that he can "revive" forest creatures, like rabbits, deer, mice, etc.

Last night, I woke up to a decomposing buck on my porch, using it's horns to slam into my door.

It was never able to get in, but I assume that was just a warning.

I've also started to notice that whenever I go into town at night, dead rats will follow me around.

Cornering me in alleyways, or simply watching me from a distance."

He had a tired look in his eyes, there was no spark in them, he had huge eye bags, and his hair was a mess

"Nobody believes me when I tell them about it, not even my therapist.

I don't know what to do anymore, I can't back out now, I'm in too deep."

He ran his hand through his hair, and leaned back into his chair.

"Recently, my father passed away under "unknown circumstances"

I know it was him.

I don't know how, but he killed my father.

he'll probably kill my mother, and then-"

The video glitched, and switched to a shot of the forest floor.

You could hear his silent sobs in the background.

That's when the video cut off.

By this time it was already 2 am, your fear faded, but switched places with frustration.

You decided to just go to bed for the night, considering that the video gave you no answers, other than what's causing this.

You closed your computer, set it on the table, and walked to your room .

You didn't do your usual routine, heat up some leftovers, take a shower, and go to bed, this time you decided to just take a shower and hit the hay.

You flipped onto your bed, the soft pillows, and comforters deflating under you.

The lavender scented detergent you use creating, a soothing environment.

You got under the covers, and reached to turn your side lamp out.

You closed your eyes and got comfortable.

Too bad you couldn't go to sleep.

The thought of everything that happened kept you up.

The need for answers, plaguing your mind.

You did everything you could to try and go to sleep, from counting sheep, to making tea, but none of it would work.

So you decided to do some more research

What's the worst that could happen?

One more restless night wouldn't hurt.

[tic-toc-clock77]

"Saviour"-Prologue

Eyeless Jack's Story- Dwellers

Jackson "Jack" Milen Hayes stared vacantly at the ceiling, feeling two large holes pulsating with pain that made him writhe with agony in front of the bodies of the cultists and the mist that surrounded the demon before him. Jack could not see the creature before him but he could feel it looming over his body.

Jackson Milen Hayes stared vacantly at the poster, backpack straps dangling from his elbows with books filled with diagrams of the human body, describing the functions for his college classes he was coming home from. Jack's brown eyes studied the page, "Looking for PURPOSE?" it read. Jack knew what he wanted to do and be from a young age, he has ambition to become a doctor but the page struck a chord with him, had he really found his purpose?

Jack studied ruthlessly for years; he never made friends in elementary or high school, he had only had the slightest bit of luck finding a couple of drinking buddies and his girlfriend, Claire. He was happy, wasn't he? He thought he was as he snuffed the poster and himself for even thinking anything of it and walked back to his dorm.

The middle of the night was ruthless for Jack, he had always been somewhat of an insomniac, which made it easy to study all night but on nights like this where he just stared at the ceiling or tossed and turned without anything to do were torture and to make it worse, he couldn't get that stupid flier out of his head. He talked about it with Claire when she came over for pizza. He hated to admit it to anybody but he was beginning to feel like he was losing his ambition he'd built for years.

Jack studied the poster day after day as he came home from school, it started to torture him in his sleepless nights as he finally succumbed and ripped it from its holder on the lamp post. Angry with himself, he looked it over, commited the address to memory and crumbled it, shoving it in his usually neat and tidy bag.

He walked three blocks, took a right and took a left then another left to make it to where the meeting was being held, tonight was the night he'd try to see if he was on the right path. His red sneakers tapped on the sidewalk, the white laces bouncing along with his shoulders that were covered by his black hoodie. In the June sunlight, he put his hood up to cover his brown hair, neatly brushed and combed as per usual. He got restless, almost starting to run before stopping himself.

The moment arrived that Jack stood in front of the large doors of a church building. He took a breath, realizing this was his last chance to go back and accept his path that he forged but the unknown beckoned to him. It was intimidating; the look of the large doors and window panes that were almost calling his name. He exhaled and with one pale hand he reached the door's cold metal handle and pulled it open.

"Hello?" It was empty in the front room, filled to the brim with pews and a tall roof that was far above his head, the sights only made this endeavor more intimidating as he heard the sound of voices in another room, he followed. He passed the stain glass of religious texts and neared the wooden door, slowly opening it to see a group of men and woman, all middle aged or at least, older than the 21 year old man peeking into the room.

"Excuse me?" The voices all come to an abrupt end and he feels several pairs of eyes on him, he clears his throat and steps in, shoes creaking the wooden planks in the floor. Jack trembles, feeling like he just walked in at the wrong moment. He was never used to speaking, he didn't have a hint of charisma in his body, this was by far not his scene.

"Hello there." A woman with black hair and brown eyes that match his comes to him, "I'm Mariah." She reaches a hand, he shakes it nervously. "Jack. I-I'm- I'm Jack." He stumbles and Mariah smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning him toward the rest of the room. "This is Jack." She exclaims, squeezing his shoulder as all eyes are on him. "Nice to meet you all." He finds his grounds, feeling more confident once Mariah has gripped his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hello, Jack." The entire group returns his greeting. "Why are you here, Jack?" Mariah asks with an inquisitive smile, walking him into the group of people to mingle. Jack thinks on the question slowly, Mariah beams at him. "I felt...uncertain." he shuffles, she removes her hand from his shoulder and nods solemnly. "What was making you feel uncertain?" She asks, a more inquisitive look on her face. Jack thinks again.

"My whole life, I've wanted to be a doctor but.." Jack's eyebrows furrow, "I saw your flier and it made me think; Am I really going down the right path?" Jack shudders at himself for saying it aloud and the wind blown in from the broken window. "I see." Mariah nods, "You're not wrong to question things, I understand your need to be aware of your future." Her heels tap the wooden floor boards.

She leads him up the steps of the church building, their conversation keeping his eyes trained on her to not be rude. He follows the red dress she's wearing up the stairs and views the different paintings. "You know," Mariah walks ahead of him, "I can see your nature from your eyes." She says, putting her hands on the railing, Jack follows her lead and it lands with him staring across the room at a certain painting; a creature with red eyes and horns surrounded in a veil of black mist.

"Your nature," Mariah stares across the room, "...Is exactly what we've been waiting for. I believe you could do great things here. We could explore many career opportunities for you." As Mariah explains, her eyes trail from the painting to Jack, back to the painting and so forth. Jack follows her view. "If you come here more often, we could explore all the possibilities. We've all done it, life is a never ending journey." Mariah turns to him to stare directly in his face. "You have a lot of life left in you, the eyes are the window to the soul after all."

As she spoke, Jack felt more and more convinced, this would be a good thing for him. He didn't have to be one thing, he was human after all; He could be anything.

Jack nodded and extended his hand for Mariah to shake, "I'll take you up on that." He told her, her eyes lit up and her white toothy smile showed.

"I'll see you out for the day then?"

"That would be nice."

Jack went back; at first bi-weekly, then weekly, then daily by mid-august. By the time the crisp air of September hit he was fully engrossed in it; it began to worry his friends and family with the way he'd speak about it, how he knew every person by name and face, how they knew everything about him but it was the way he acted or rather, began acting toward others outside the "Gathering."

"I just don't understand, Jack!" Claire tried day in and day out to truly understand Jack's fixation but she couldn't do it, he never made sense. "It doesn't need to make sense to you, you wouldn't get it anyway." Jack hunched over in his seat, instead of the usual paperwork he'd have there, it was drawings and writings of the beliefs of the Gathering. He fidgeted the pen in his hand, agitation coursing in his veins. He began to tap the pen as Claire's voice drowned out of his ears, she was yelling and he knew it. He sharply bit his lip when the pen broke, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He screamed finally.

He couldn't remember anything after that but the sound of Claire's screams and once his eyes finally adjusted, his breathing stifled as a struck Claire with a swelling cheek shoved past him and out of the dorm room. Afraid of his own actions, he anxiously peered around the room. Head in his hands, he sucked in air through his teeth, starting to sob.

A month passed, he ignored the Gathering, he ignored his family, he ignored his friends, his ignored Claire, he rotted in his dorm until that fateful early he met the creature that Mariah had spent her sermons speaking of. "Hello, my child." The creature spoke, appearing in his window surrounded in a veil of black mist, Jack sat up and looked out the window until he was staring the red eyed demon in the face. "....Zalgo?" Jack spoke the name quietly and it nodded back to him. "Go to the Gathering." Jack stood, as if his body wasn't his own and starts to step toward the window but once he reached it, Zalgo had disappeared.

Jack took off running, wasting no time to make his way back to Gathering. He didn't know why he went, he just did. The blue sky of the early morning and the crunch of leaves below his feet woke him up as he breathed the cold air. His feet tapped anxiously as he ran until he saw the familiar doors. Breathing heavily, he finally opened the door. Everyone stared.

"You're here." Mariah looked at him with shock. "How...did you know you needed to be here tonight?" She asked slowly. "Zalgo." He said simply. The room bursted in murmurs. Mariah's shock drops to a pleasant smile as she familiarly places a hand on his shoulder, bringing him toward the glass window of Zalgo. "You look like you ran a long way," she whispers, "I'll grab you some water." He watches her leave and then come back, a glass of water in her hand. Jack takes it and in an instant, he gets woozy. Body weakening, he studies the faces of the people to keep himself awake but to no avail.

Jackson "Jack" Milen Hayes woke up on a table, arms and legs strapped down. The second he tried to jolt and open his eyes, he couldn't see anything and he could barely struggle to stand. He was certain his eyes were open but he couldn't see, no matter how large his eyes opened. He knew even if he had gone blind that the spectrum of blindness wasn't all black, not like this but he didn't feel a blindfold on him and once he'd blinked, liquid came from his eyes; a goopy sensation unlike tears, unlike the thickness of blood. "Shhh, shhh, shh." He heard Mariah's voice as her hand calmly guided his head back down. "W...what." Jack bit his lip, "WHAT THE HELL IS HAP-" Then there was a sting of pain in his side's, right where his kidneys were.

"Don't worry, this is all for the greater good, Jack. You are the chosen one. The saviour of Zalgo's name and the one who will bring justice to the Slenderman." Mariah explained, a certainty in her tone and words. "What..happened to my eyes?" He asked, hearing Mariah sigh. "This is what has to happen so Zalgo had trust you. Because Zalgo's main power source is the eyes, we sacrificed your eyes to him and the bounty was plenty. That goop you feel from your eyes is The Truth." He can hear the smile on her mouth, "You are the saviour!" She laughs maniacally. "I'm so glad I finally found you! Ahaha, I had to sacrifice so many people to bring you here but now, now..." Mariah laughs even more, he can practically feel her doubling over in laughter. "This is too perfect! I have to summon him, now! He has to see this! I did it!" Mariah runs across the room, Jack struggles against his bounds to no avail, his sides aching. Mariah looks back to him, "Oh right, Zalgo higher up minions eat kidneys and as the saviour, you have to eat kidneys. Which is why I took yours, to give you a hunger for them." Jack could barely believe it but before he had the chance to think, the creature who appeared in his window was there over him.

"Child..." Spoke Zalgo, reaching out to Jack and when his eyes were touched, he could see through the liquid in his eyes and the first thing he'd seen was Zalgo. Then, as his eyes adjusted he saw the bodies of the other cultists, he turned speechless with fear. "Don't worry, you will be coming with me. You will be free." Zalgo reached his hand down to Jack's forehead and his touch was cold, it felt like nothing was there, it was so faint. Jack's bonds loosen and in an instant, his vision goes dark again but he knows exactly where he's going as he pounces on Mariah, hunger overtaken him as he eats. Clawing and chewing at whatever body parts he could find to tear off her. Jack felt the hunger pangs leave his body when there was nothing left to eat. Gasping for air and feeling skin on his teeth.

The final moments of Jack's humanity seeps out of him in the form of puke, his head begins to grow woozy, he feels Zalgo over him as he fades into unconsciousness. Once he's awake again, he can't see his surroundings but the scent of dirt and grime wake him up, he feels around at the grass and dirt around him. Using his hands and knees to sit up, he stumbles to stand.

"Oh, you're awake." A girl's vice beckons as she steps closer to him. Jack stumbles and falls back, startled. "Sorry!" The girl yelps instinctively and kneels beside him, feeling at the ground over her until she grabs hold of his arm.

"Are you okay?"

"Who...are you?"

"I'm Lulu."

[emilliewritez]

our love story, my insanity

chapter one: friends with stitches

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3.5k words, creepypasta fandom.

mentions of blood, etc. manipulation.

The cold wind was blowing your hair everywhere as you tried quickening your pace.

You'd just finished your shift and had been walking home when you realised how long this path suddenly seemed to be.

It was the only way to get home, through this barely illuminated alleyway.

It was really small, the width could have fit just two people walking next to each other, but the length was quite long.

You always got chills when you walked here, having been thinking about how almost nobody ever uses and nobody would hear a thing if something were to have happened.

It was silent.

Too silent.

You swallowed and moved your feet, but with every step you took your legs seemed to feel heavier.

You hadn't been able to take any more weight, thus decided to sit down and took a break.

Your back had been resting against a fence, it felt as if it was judging you, watching as you had taken out your phone, having been desperate for more lightning.

Your bare back stung against the metal and, on top of that you also still felt watched.

Just as the flash had decided to flick open, you felt a fluid running down your spine.

You had gotten up quickly and shone your light on the fence, which lead you to the realisation that, only on the place you'd been resting at, was there a sharp piece of metal sticking out.

In horror, you'd put up your hand to your back - you could feel the wound, it was a displeasure to have felt your pain like that and, when you'd pulled back your hand it had been covered in blood.

‘What the fuck,' you whispered, all thoughts having left your head once you'd seen that figure behind a tree.

As the thing ever-so-slowly circled around the trunk of nature, you had started backing away, towards the fence again.

The creature looked like a shadow, it was foggy and didn't seem to have had any facial features of some sort and, when you looked for them too long at a time, your vision would have started to blurry and you'd hear a high-pitched noise.

Having paid attention only to that thing and what it did to your mind, you'd been startled to find yourself having stepped right against the fence.

And though, due to the adrenaline you hadn't realised at first, you'd been even more startled to find the back of your leg had been pushed against the sharp metal, and it hurt.

The blood once again, had been rushing down your leg and everything now was spinning.

Vaguely, you took in how you fell to your knees, barely having felt how you ripped open your skin even more whilst having done so.

At that very moment, the piercing sounds faded to the background, instead having made place for a soft voice now.

You couldn't make up what it said, no matter how hard you had tried concentrating.

Your eyelids had shot open once you felt something resting on your shoulder - it seemed to be a hand, or at least had the shape of one.

The world seemed out of place for mere moments, before you had been able to see its glory again.

You could see how you had been collapsed onto the harsh pavement beneath and finally, you had been able to make out what the voice was saying and what figure it belonged to.

It was a person, a boy.

His brown eyes held a look of worry in them as he spoke: ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Please tell me you’re okay- I mean, not that you aren’t allowed to not be, you can feel things, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that! God sorry I’m talking I shouldn’t be why am I talking, just- are you okay? Are you hurt?’

You had tried to tell this person you weren’t okay, tried to ask him who he was and why he’d been hiding behind a tree, but your throat didn’t seem to have felt the need to cooperate.

All you had been able to get yourself to do was to smile softly because, as confused as you had been, the poor guy just seemed a tad bit more out of it.

‘You smiled! Why did you smile? Is all good or is it not? Can you not talk? Can you- can you move your fingers? Please do! Alright that was- yeah, you moved your hand, okay! So, okay, one finger up for a yes and two for no, got it?’

You had nodded your head in a weak manner, and he’d immediately asked if you were okay.

Two fingers.

He then had asked you if you were in physical pain.

One finger.

He asked if you were able to pinpoint where you had been in pain.

One finger, and a hand towards your back and down to your leg, just under the knee.

‘Oh that is not looking good, that is, oh god- how did that happen?’

Your hand disappeared behind you, pointed towards the fence.

‘Did you climb that fence? That’s really dumb why’d you-‘

You had grabbed the other person’s hand in an attempt to get his attention, which you had succeeded in quickly.

You shook your head no and looked behind you, to where that sharp piece of metal should have been, but it wasn’t there so you couldn’t have shown it to him.

Why wasn’t it there anymore?

You clearly had hurt yourself with it and were carrying the consequences of it.

So why and how had you not been able to point it?

‘No? What happened? Can you- oh wait you can’t talk. Well now what? Can you- do you uhm- I don’t know, I don’t know- wait I do, I have got a friend, he can- he’s a nurse, he can make you better! You can, you can stay with us and then go home! No pressure, I mean, yes pressure to your wounds but no pressure to- to go! You can do whatever, I mean, I’m a stranger ooh, stranger danger, I would understand if you refuse, I could also just leave you alone, I’m probably scaring you off, aren’t I? God I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to strangers in a while, I’m not allowed to, orders from above, but you’d know! I’m making an exception for you because you’re hurt and- oh yes! The finger system, do you wanna go with me? That’s what I was gonna ask but I got distracted so I didn’t immediately ask and now it’s happening again, just do the fingers,’ said the strange boy.

You had put up one finger, because what could you have lost?

The answer was a lot.

Immediately, the stranger asked you if you’d be okay with having your sight taken away by means of the bandana that had been around his arm, because the location of where you would’ve been headed was highly confidential.

You nodded your head, maybe this guy was a celebrity, or perhaps his friend was a popular doctor.

Whatever the reason behind it had been, you didn't think it'd been weird or creepy, just friendly of this stranger.

Which was, even for that naive person that was you, odd.

Yes, you had always been one to trust people easily, maybe a little too easy, but never before this quickly: you could've been tricked into horrible things, but you had trusted this person talking to you and he also seemed to trust you.

This could've been the end of you, but it wasn't.

You, after the stranger had helped put on your 'blindfold' had safely arrived at a mansion, as you'd been able to make out once you- could take off the bandana.

The brunette refused to put you down and thus, had still been carrying you on his back when, out of the purple double doors appeared another boy's face.

'Thank god it is you, Ben,' said the boy whose back you were positioned on.

The new boy had blonde hair, it was messy and you had caught yourself wondering how long it'd been since he last washed it.

Whilst you took in the mysterious boy's features and, wondered if this kid was the one that would help you, you had picked up a bit of the conversation the two strangers held.

'I do not care that this person is hurt, if we let this person in they aren't going to be the only one that got attacked here,' the blonde boy had argued.

Wait, attacked?

What had he meant by that, were you attacked?

By who?

The brunette?

No, that wasn't possible, he'd been helping you, not hurting you.

Why would he have decided to help you if he was the reason you were hurt?

No, this couldn't have been.

It wasn't him, you'd been sure of it.

'I'll take all the responsibility, Ben, just let us in they obviously need help,' said the other stranger loudly, having shut down that one thought in your mind that he was the one who had hurt you.

And though these words were comforting, you had felt yourself flinch just slightly at the sudden change of tone that'd held place.

'Don't raise your voice, it scares your lover,' the boy, seemingly named Ben had said, and his voice sounded teasing, but if you'd heard that correctly it was softer, more caring now.

'Shut up and let us in will you,' the brunette's tone had been demanding, he probably hadn't found the joke all that funny, but quietly apologised to you.

He was lucky the kid hadn't heard him, you thought, because from what you'd seen he probably would have been teased for it.

'Fine.'

Inside, the stranger had warned you about his friends, some of them looked inhumane, and he had told you that, whatever it was you would do, not to mention it.

One of those friends, you quickly had realised was that one friend was meant to take care of you and the wounds you'd developed.

It was yet another male, he had seemed to be a bit older than your brunette friend, and his skin had a grey-ish glance to it.

Its face was covered by a blue mask which the creature had immediately pulled down a bit more at the sight of you, having been carried inside by its friend.

'Food,' it had whispered, confused and in a questioning manner.

'Why did you bring a strange human?'

A sigh before: 'Jack, don't go and interrogate me right now and just help this person, okay? Friend, not just a normal human, my friend! If you hurt them you are dead, if you do not help us you are dead. Do not play with me, got it?'

The creature sighed, mumbling a question to which the answer had been; 'leg and back, LJ.'

'Got it. Human, i'll stop the bleeding and then I'll stitch it up. I can't numb your body because I used it all on another human but you should be able to handle it.'

'Is that okay for you,' the brunette softly asked.

'Ooh baby are you strong enough baby? You're my little baby boo, precious little baby,' the creature named Jack, according to your friend had mocked him.

The male pushed the other away whilst rolling his eyes, which had made you chuckle.

The pair turned towards you, which in return had made you look down and slowly nod.

'What, now you're shy?'

'Jack come on-'

'I'm not shy! Besides, that's a weird word. I just don't like being looked at, especially not by strangers,' you spoke.'

'If only they knew-'

'We can change that stranger part! Also, nice to hear you got your voice back, i'm glad to hear that! But yes, strangers, change that, we can get to know each other while you're being taken care of! I would love to get to know you, what's your name?'

A smile had formed on your face: 'Y/N. What's yours? You told me the names of people i saw here but I never catched yours.'

'Sit right here,' Jack told you, and you'd done as you got told to do so, sitting down on the examination bed that had been in front of you.

'I didn't tell you? I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten! My name is Toby!'

You had stayed silent for a while, only having nodded to his response, before: 'Toby. That fits you, it's gentle and child-like. Speaking of, what is your age?'

Jack came back with some towels and silently lifted your leg up, before having put one of said towels around your limb so it would stop the blood that was running out of your wound even quicker.

The creature had stepped behind you and also put pressure on the wound on your back, resting his hand that had been covered with gloves on the towel beneath it.

'I am 19 years old, what is your age Y/N?'

'I'm 18! You look younger than me, in my opinion.'

Toby smiled at that statement and, even though he had tried to keep his face like that, it was obvious, the way his facial expressions had changed when you'd asked another question.

'How did you do that, back in the woods? How'd you make me see stuff and hurt my head,' was said question.

'Poor Y/N must be so confused,' Jack suddenly spoke, 'Toby didn't do anything, nothing happened in those woods. You're not hurt.'

Your head snapped towards Toby, the one person you trusted here: 'I'm not?'

'Oh, you're not, I think that food poisoning really messed with your head, mate.'

'I'm not hurt,' did you agree.

'What were you doing in those woods in the first place,' asked Toby.

'I was walking home from work. I always use that path!'

'Ooh what do you do for a living,' Jack decided to join in.

'I work as a barista. It's hard to make ends meet sometimes, especially since i'm still a student, too, but I love what i do!'

Whilst Jack had mumbled something about you having been ready for the stitches, Toby spoke: 'I think that's the most important part of- of having a job and pursuing that career: love and passion for it! Because at the end of the day yes, you may get paid a lot, but if you go to work reluctantly, then I hope you do realise it's for the rest of your days. While, if you enjoy what you do and your job makes you happy, then i would think you're settled for life and, unrelated to that, you're probably putting in more effort thus is there a better outcome. Because i don't know about you but i work faster when i like the thing i'm doing!'

'Exactly! I'd rather work with the most amazing people on earth than the richest! Oh speaking of, do you have a job,' you had asked toby.

'Yes! I mean, no! I mean, it's complicated i must keep it a secret. You can't know, why do you ask? Is there something wrong? I didn't do anything, or did i? No i didn't, what-'

'Woah there calm down it was just a question. You know you don't have to respond to those, right?'

Toby stayed quiet, before having nodded softly: it was the first time someone had been so respecting of his boundaries and he hadn't known how to respond to that.

Just as you had been meaning to ask another question, EJ once again had come back to you, this time with something that could have passed as a half-round needle and some thread.

The sight of this had been beyond terrifying to you, which you guessed was obvious as Toby had been quick to pat you on the shoulder, mumbling a soft 'it'll be okay, i promise.'

'Yeah don't worry too much little one, I've done this many times before and the worst that ever happened was a certain someone passed out because of fear and, it might hurt a little but if your friend here can handle it you can too, I'm sure of it!'

You had laughed at the way it'd looked at Toby whilst talking about the passed out person.

'Hey what's that supposed to mean Jack,' Toby complained, unknowing to the fact his friend had hinted it'd been him who had passed out.

'Nothing, i promise. You keep the conversation going bud,' Jack chuckled.

'If you say so, bud.'

Just as the brunette spoke those words, you'd felt an intense sting at your back - it hurt and, god how you'd wanted to cry and scream and show in how much pain you were but you didn't, and you couldn't.

You felt you had to stay strong, even if nobody would've said anything about it.

'Sorry, should i tell you when it's going in next time?'

It had stayed silent for a while.

'No, that's even more stressful. Just wasn't prepared, is all. Can someone- please keep me distracted though,' you'd softly asked.

'Ofcourse! I'll do it! I love talking, but you probably noticed that already, didn't you? Ofcourse you did, you're very smart! I wonder what you do in your free time, do you do smart people stuff?'

'I don't really know what falls under the category smart people stuff, or what you even mean by it, but i can tell you what i do in my free time, so you can be the judge of that. I like reading. I spend most of my time in the coffee shop i work at, which is also a library, if you focus only on the contents of stuff there and not what you'd deem a typical library: there are books and places to sit, plus there's cofee and plants! I also like journaling, both in a scrap-book and a blog on the internet and, that pretty much is all. Reading, journaling and going on walks is about all i really do in a day. Well, then there's also school and work but i don't suppose that goes under free time, does it now?'

'You seem passionate about these things, i can appreciate that. What kinds of books do you read, if you don't mind me asking,' said jack.

'English literature and poems,' you had answered without missing a beat, 'I think it's very interesting, especially in older writing, how the authors all play with words, shape them to their liking and are able to make such simple, yet never before seen art.'

'You have a way of playing with your words too. It's really cool, you talk so chique,' Toby's attempt at the French accent had made the three of you laugh and, though you'd laughed the comment off you could only admit to yourself how much it had touched you, what the older boy said.

'Lay down slowly, we don't need those stitches getting loosened already. You, Toby, are very carefully going to hold up Y/N's leg for me, so i can easily access the wound, got it?'

'Aye-aye captain,' said toby, immediately having gotten to doing what he had been told to do so.

'Who owns this place and do you all live here? How many people do you live with? Also, isn't that Ben guy just a kid? Are you all family?'

'That's a lot of asks in one sentence, typical Toby move! Good job Y/N, way to go i'm proud! Our boss owns this place, we all work for him and live under his roof. We live with a lot of people, I lose count sometimes. Ben isn't a kid, he's been here longer than you exist, it's just an illusion! And we're not family by blood but we're so close, most of the time at least, that it's started to feel like a family! It's nice here, I love the people. Yes that includes you, my sweet little jack! Come and give me a hug!'

At the realisation of what had been about to happen, Jack backed away instantly: 'touch me and Y/N isn't the only one who'll be needing stitches Tobias!'

Jeez, they really seem to like threatening eachother here.

Toby's eyes had widened and, for a second it looked like he was genuinely scared, but he'd been quick to shut that thought down by having burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

'You are so lucky I'd finished your stitches before stepping away,' said Jack.

'I guess I really am lucky,' you had agreed with the odd creature.

You had only known these strangers for, no longer than about three hours but you already felt safer with them than you ever have before.

Something had drawn you towards this odd bunch of people and, you honestly believed you would grow to love these people even more if you'd been given the chance to stay.

You weren't ready to go home yet, because this was a home more than your home.

[laaging]

This is probably gonna be weird but like, I wanted to write Eyeless Jack being a little soft. But also still a cannibal.

A Strange Encounter

You’re sleeping peacefully as something claws at your window. It’s quiet, careful and sneaky, as a search for a grip is being held. You stir slightly as the telltale creaking of your window screeches. Your sigh softly in your sleep. Peaceful.

Whoever the intruder is, doesn’t intend on waking you up, or getting caught. Whoever it is carefully lifts himself onto the windowsill before dropping down, on the tips of his toes to avoid nose. A floorboard creaks as he makes a landing and he swiftly hides behind a piece of furniture. A soft, cool breeze, flows into your room. You shiver slightly, subconsciously pulling the large blanket over your shoulders.

The intruder sighs softly, clawing at his chest in a prayer. He makes slow movements as he goes back towards the window to swiftly shut it. He inhales a sharp, and fast intake of breath as another floorboard creaks. You stir slightly and he stiffens. You turn away from him, facing the wall your bed is pressed up against. He adjusts your body so now you’re laying on your back. He softly moves towards you and huffs, pulling the blanket from your torso and straddling your lap.

He stares down as he reaches into his pocket, smiling softly to himself as you’re wearing a sports bra and it’s easy access. He locks his hips on the sides of your thighs and digs out a small knife. A scalpel. He scoots up, closer to your stomach and puts his full weight down, and uses his free hand to tie your hands behind your back with a thick rope he’d fished from his pocket earlier.

You were completely vulnerable under him. No way to defend yourself as your hands were restricted and all of his weight was sat on your legs. He grunted softly as he brought the scalpel down to the left side of your stomach with a leather gloved hand. He slowly sunk the tool through your skin, holding your waist down as you wiggled slightly in your sleep. He made a large incision, large enough for his hand to fit in.

He put the scalpel down and used a thumb to spread the cut. Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped from the pain. The mans head snapped up, catching your gaze through that navy blue masks eye sockets. You opened your mouth to speak. “Hey! What are you-“ He grunted, a sound sort of what an animal would make, as he brought the hand holding your waist still to cover your mouth. You let out a muffled sob as he dug his index and middle finger into the incision.

“Just stay still, and you won’t die.” His voice was a little rasp, maybe from not talking much. You looked around the room and back at him. You softly nodded as he shoved his ring finger inside of the cut and then his pinky, fishing deeper as you let out a muffled scream, but tried to still yourself. Blood was dripping down your side, and seeping into your bed sheets. He smiled under that mask as his fingers grasped around an organ and made a squishing sound.

You gagged harshly, trying not to move as he tugged slightly on the organ. This was torture, but you didn’t want to die. He tugged harshly the second time, tearing the organ out and squeezing his hand over your mouth harder as you screamed. “Shh.” He hushed, placing the organ on your stomach and retrieving a plastic baggie labeled “Kidney” from his pocket. “Do. Not. Scream. Or you’re dead.” He said dead in a more demonic tone and slowly moved his hand and opened the ziplock baggie and slipping the kidney, you guessed from the label, into it.

He put the bag back into his pocket and the dried tears on your face glistened in the moonlight. He moved his mask up slightly, revealing ash gray skin, and a grin with 3 tongues and sharp teeth. He licked his gloved fingers, and then went down to the incision, licking all of the extra blood off. You stared at him with a look of disgust but also surprise. He reached into his pocket, pulling out sanitizing wipes, a needle and thread, numbing spray, and a syringe.

You tilted your head, before realizing what was happening. “Wait- no, please no!” He growled deep in his throat. “Do you want the incision to get infected?” You shook your head no and he huffed. “That’s what I thought.” He took the disinfectant and ripped open the packaging and carefully used the wipe to clean up his spit. He discarded it and took the numbing spray, spraying the wound and rubbing the skin around it. You hissed through your teeth.

“Shh. You’re doing great.” The sudden words of affirmation caught you off guard. He picked up the syringe and brought it up the the area around the cut. “Take a deep breath in.” You did as told and he injected the numbing liquid into your flesh. He repeated the sentence before injecting it into another area close the the wound. He rubbed the area and left it alone for a second. You sighed as the area slowly loss pain. “Hey, does this hurt?” He softly scratched the area and you shook your head no. “Good.”

He picked up the needle, threading the thread through and tying off the end. “Close your eyes if you need too.” He stabbed the needle through the skin, slowly sewing up the cut. He pulled back the needle to tighten the stitches, and then cut it, and tied it. He pulled out a roll of bandages. “Lift your hips.” You did as told and he wrapped the bandages around your waist and cut it, then taping it with bandage tape. He fished around in his pocket once more, putting all of his equipment back inside of it.

This was incredibly strange, why had he taken your kidney? And why was that bag labeled specifically? And how did he know what to do? Why did he stitch it back up? Those question danced around in your skull before he leaned back on your thighs, and sighed.

He took out two pills from his pocket and held them up to your mouth. “Open.” You obliged, and he placed the pills on your tongue. You swallowed. He grabbed your wrists and took off a glove, using a sharp claw to slice through the rope. He crawled off of you and stood by your bed. He pulled the blanket over your body. Your eyes pulled closed. You tried to keep them open. The last thing you saw before passing out again was the man crawling back out of your window and closing it.

[c1nnam00n]

Having a comfort fic but also has the most gut wrenching angst to it as well is perfection

[hatchetno1]

frustration and anger.

creepypasta/mh x reader in which they get frustrated or angry, or, in BEN's case, are frustrating themselves. word count: 2.1k cw: abuse, descriptions of anger, arguments/quarrelling.

EJ

EJ doesn’t often get angry.

in fact, it’s hard to even frustrate him. Even when faced with particularly difficult patients to suture up—ahem, Jeff— he shows no sign of being fazed.

well, perhaps that’s because he’s used to living with Jeff and his reckless, barbaric antics.

but when he does get frustrated, it’s like a gradual intensification.

you like to split his frustration into three phases.

phase 1: EJ starts to seem a little off. Quieter than usual, less responsive, and more distant. Almost as if he’s in his own world, deceptively peaceful.

phase 2: EJ starts to show actual signs of being frustrated. You notice that it is at this point he may start to snap lightly at others, but with you, he tries his best to keep it to a minimum.

phase 3 is the climax before the drop. On occasion, he may raise his voice slightly and openly express irritation. But he always drops, hard and fast.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing circles gently on your back. Though he has to bend over quite a bit (he’s a gentle giant at a height of 6’6 or about 2 meters), you find it to be very soothing that his frame envelops the entirety of yours.

oh, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of getting angry.

no, the anger you heard in his voice was undeniable as he roared at another member of the household to stay the fuck away from you.

you’d startled at the sheer sound of it, and quickly those trembles descended into violent shaking as you cried—his roar was simply not…human.

you flinched as he picked you up, just as gently as was the anger intense in that dreaded noise he made, a stark contrast in behavior, a jarring change in your body, mind and soul.

but other than that, you knew your darling EJ was back.

he plopped you onto his bed, surrounded by his sweet yet musky scent, nuzzling your neck and your face.

“I’m sorry”s were whispered countless times in your ear that night as you dozed off in the safety of his arms.

jeff

gotta put a trigger warning on this one. you know what to expect, but just in case you don’t, TW: Jeff is literally a murderer with abusive tendencies and anger issues.

at the start of your relationship, Jeff had been…well, to say the least, not the best partner.

he often got mad at you, whether it be keeping him waiting or spilling a cup of water.

yeah. spilling a cup of water.

but you understood why he was the way he was. he just couldn’t help it. but that didn’t mean you were going to stick around for it, no matter how much you loved him.

one day after a particularly huge argument, you found him crying in his room. his sniffles were unmistakable, but you knew you’d have to pretend you hadn’t heard from ten feet away.

turns out, angsty little Jeff here wasn’t completely unaware of himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he had sobbed as quietly as he could. “I know I’m a bad boyfriend, I know, I keep lashing out at you and I’m so sorry.”

your relationship could have very well ended that day if you hadn’t found Jeff crying on the floor.

but even though he’d hurt you so many times, you took him back into your arms.

and so you taught him to manage his anger, though it took you immense effort, energy and bravery.

he’d always help, though, by reminding you it was okay to yell back at him. you chided him lightly for it, saying that it’d just cause a back and forth.

“oh, right. my bad. sorry, doll,” he had said with a sheepish grin.

today, you are proud to boast that you trained your bloodhound boyfriend to be a tame dog. hell, he even does whatever you tell him to now, albeit sometimes reluctantly.

but he understands that if he loves you, he must make sacrifices upon sacrifices. you did that for him.

now it is his turn to sacrifice himself for you.

masky - tim

it’s not really uncommon that Tim gets angry.

but his anger is almost always the quiet kind.

he will “hmph” and huff lightly, a mild kind of anger you both can still joke about, though his face will redden at it.

you can’t help it though, the sass he gives you when he’s lightly frustrated is too good to let slip past.

oh, but when his anger gets loud—

it’s no longer a harmless little nip.

it’s been directed everywhere. everywhere, his teammates, the table, the card game he’s losing a bit too embarrassingly to Toby who’s being an unbearable little ass about it.

but never you.

okay, it was one time.

but Tim decided it was one time too many. (as he should)

he’d raised his voice at you, more so out of frustration rather than anger.

and you flinched.

and oh, how that little flinch broke his heart.

he shut up immediately, gathering you into his arms, whispering “oh, I’m so sorry, darling”, and “you’re okay, you’re okay”.

he never did it again. ever.

now, when you both get angry at each other, it always devolves into stupid little giggles and kicking.

hoodie - brian

Brian doesn’t really get angry, nor does he get frustrated.

normally, at least.

something shines in his eyes when he is defied, a shadow of a grin, a curl of the lip—

you spend a couple days investigating this, defying him little by little.

“Y/N, could you pass me the water?” “No.” and you’d say it with a cheeky smile on your face to match this strange expression on his.

it evolved into much greater things, “Y/N, come over here for a bit.” “Nope!”

“Y/N, help me up.” “Nope!”

your gleeful defiance doesn’t have a complete zero effect, either. with each silly little “nope”, the glint in his eyes grows brighter. and you know that the cup you’ve slowly been filling the past few days is about to overflow.

it’s one fateful day that you happily defy him once again, and—

oh. something’s grabbing at your jaw, and your lover’s face is so close to yours.

he smiles so gently at you, so purely. but his grip on your jaw says otherwise.

firm like iron, reprimanding, but not harmful or venomous. you know he isn’t going to hurt you, but oh, he isn’t letting you go either.

“Y/N,” he says calmly. “You’ve been a little more uncooperative than usual.”

the shiver it sends down your spine isn’t one of fear. excitement, rather.

he lets you go, but guides you to the bed. “Sit,” he commands.

so you do. what else are you to do when your lover commands you so well?

“Good girl.”

so you never say no to him again, not when it comes to harmless favors.

Brian does not get angry or frustrated…at least, not like the normal person does.

toby

Toby becomes a very bitter cynic when upset, spitting sarcasm wherever he goes.

his BPD only makes it worse. his relationship with Tim is already strained as it is, with the latter trying his best (as much as a man with anger issues can), and his relationship with Brian being almost entirely carried by the older man.

and his relationship with you, oh his sweet vogel, his darling dove— he doesn’t know what to think of it. some days he lets loose around you, tickling you and blowing raspberries against your cheeks, and others he’s withdrawn, curled up into a ball in his bed, and so you dive in with him, nuzzling him against his sheets long overdue for a change.

but if it’s neither of those, he’s lashing out. sometimes you can’t even look at him when he walks into the room bringing dark clouds over the atmosphere. that’s when you know you can’t look up at him.

and when you make the mistake of looking up, your smile meets a scowl.

“what are you looking at.” he’ll spit, and then storm off, as if he can’t stand your eyes on him.

and it’s true, your eyes gaze at him with such gentleness, he can’t bring himself to stare back sometimes. especially when he’s in a bad mood, because he breaks inside as he sees his own eyes burn the love in your eyes, reducing them to ashes of fear.

“vogel,” he’d whisper at night, lying next to you in your bed. “i’m sorry.”

he apologizes so much and so often you no longer make a big deal out of it, but this time, his soft whisper is laced with such heavy guilt, your arms move before your mind thinks, pulling him into a soft embrace.

oh, but this bad mood is nothing compared to his jealousy.

Jeff gets close to you? Jeff is suddenly on the ground, blood leaking from his head and EJ hurriedly dragging the former away, admonishing him about not messing with Toby’s precious human.

Tim comforts you about Toby’s outbursts? suddenly he’s against the wall, Toby growling and spitting in his face. if he can’t be there for you, then no one else gets to be there for you either. though, he knows this is selfish.

if he could help it, he’d let you go to whomever you wanted for comfort. but oh, his heart aches so.

and his jealousy is nothing compared to how angry he gets at himself, bashing the walls of the manor, crying out at night, because he can’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend.

he doesn’t know this, but you’re in a corner too, muffled sobs, tears, nose dripping and all.

so at night, you crawl back into bed before he notices you, and lie awake till he comes back.

as his breathing settles and his snoring begins, you hug him just a little bit tighter, your sweet vogel with broken wings.

ben

you have to admit, BEN is really, really freaky.

in the way he plays his games, the way he treats his archnemesis Jeff, in bed—oops.

but particularly, in the way he seems to have an endless tolerance for things that would usually upset someone.

he just. fucking giggles.

“aww, my sweet Y/N is so cute when she’s mad~”

context: he pissed you off and you’re currently in the middle of admonishing him with your whole heart and soul.

conversely, you’re the one who gets mad right back at him.

within the hour, he presents you with a tiktok with two cats that says: me when i’m venting and all my bf does is make jokes

he cackles to the ends of the earth and proceeds to make even more jokes

frankly, when the topic of frustration comes up with BEN’s name in the same sentence, you pretty much just think of him being the frustrating asshole in the relationship.

“BEN, give me my fucking phone back.”

he’s dangling it over your head, using the fact that he’s a floating apparition that can somehow interact with physical objects to his advantage.

once, you got so frustrated at him that you cried.

thankfully, he had the decency to pause, panic, and reflect on his actions.

“oh.” five seconds passed and your crying didn’t get better (what did he expect?). he repeated himself. “oh.”

“actually say something, you idiot!” you sobbed. and this is what snapped BEN into action. (you can’t believe you actually had to tell him to comfort you.)

“oh.” then he realized he’d just been saying “oh” like a broken record. “um.”

so he wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito, and holds you close to his chest.

“i’m sorry.”

“promise not to do it again?” you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“…i can’t promise.” you can tell he’s holding back a cheeky grin.

you whine and hit him lightly.

but you know very well that he loves you; this frustration merely comes with him as a package.

[jtkys]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 + 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐞. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 :𝟑

𝐭𝐰𝐬/𝐜𝐰𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬 (𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦), 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐣.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐟 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐝𝟎 (𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

We’ve had our era years ago of unnecessary twinkification or crps, it’s time to be fr

He’s 6’6. Cause. Yeah. As shown in the middle image above, he’s a big dude. MUSCLES!!!!!

He literally eats people and I personally hc he hunts them down himself, ESPECIALLY if he’s super hungry. So he’s gotta have some muscle on him. (Foaming at the mouth rn)

Has ombré (retractable) claws u will not change my mind. His blood is either the same kinda ooze that comes from his eyes or a dark blue

He’s really fucking warm. Like he’s a god to be around in the winter because he’s just insanely hot. Figuratively and literally

I’m tryna figure out what he voice sounds like in my head, I definitely think it’s really deep. Forgive me but I think he’d sound a bit like corpse husband

He can definitely growl, but almost never does it because there’s no reason to since he’s level headed and hard to piss off, but also because it’s genuinely scary 😭😭

Not my original hc but I saw someone once saying he purrs in his sleep and AGH YES!!!

Has thermal vision: I think I mentioned this before, but I really enjoy this hc. As I’ve Also said before, he’s got really sensitive hearing and smell because of his lack of proper sight.

Is a gentle giant 100%. As much as Jeff can try his hardest to piss him off, he’s hyper aware of his strength and how easily he could tear someone apart if he lost control and that’s the last thing he wants, so he makes sure to keep his cool

Even if he’s somehow managed to get pissed off, if he can’t leave the situation he’ll just get more verbally aggressive (never physically) but if he CAN leave the situation, he removes himself immediately to make sure he or anyone else isn’t hurt.

Is actually really good with Sally and young kids in general, but has no idea how to handle babies. At all. Mostly because he’s scared he’ll drop them, but also because he can’t communicate with them like he can with young kids, and the crying and screaming babies do really upsets his sensitive hearing and ears 😭

Rarely removes his mask around the other creeps, and only really takes it off infront of sally and when it’s a small group of calmer proxies.

Loves loves LOVES to read books. It’s his favourite thing to do in his spare time

He either really loves or hates coffee, I haven’t made my mind up. But I’m pretty certain that he never drinks alcohol, because he doesn’t ever want to be put in a situation where he’s out of control.

Probably smells blood after he’s eaten, but most of the time has a really nice earthy kinda scent to him

He uses Aussie hair products fight me rn. Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t have luscious curls..

uhm sorry he likes sealife and worships David Attenborough i dont make the rules

Really likes the Lego Batman movie. I won’t elaborate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

As I said before, gentle giant

Isn’t overly affectionate at first because he’s a lot more nervous than given credit for, and will sometimes overthink it if he wants to hug you or hold your hand because he’s scared of his claws or misjudging his own strength.

So if you wanna hug him I think he’d, at first, just kinda stand there awkwardly and stiffly but would probably give your head a soft pat or rub your back if you insist.

Eventually he’d probably become a lot more comfortable, and more secure and confident that he wouldn’t hurt you

(It’ll take quite a bit or convincing but oh well)

Is more than happy to let you read with him or be in the Same room as him, no matter what you’re doing. Just being in each others company is sweet and enough :D

hugs from behind from this man would be legendary bro. ESPECIALLY CAUSE HES SO WARM AUGH 💔💔

i dont think hes as possessive as the other creeps (cough cough the diy scrub daddy) (jeff) but he can certainly be protective imo

godly cook. bro.. i want him to make me food rn..

as in u call up this mf at 3 in the morning to ask for some spaghetti bolognese with extra cheese and my boy is in the kitchen before u can blink

like the real man he is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

look me in the eyes and try and tell me his claws wouldn't give GODLY scalp massages bro.

Is really good damn attentive, especially when it comes to people he cares for. As in he knows ur sleeping, eating, breathing patterns like the back of his hand to make sure that he notices immediately if anything is wrong

Likes watching his partner sleep NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. just probably finds it really enjoyable and endearing to see someone he cares for so much in such a vulnerable and calm state

He’s so silly I’m in love with him

I’m honestly not sure what kinda pet names he would use, because he doesn’t seem the type to use the generic “babe/baby” to me, but he’s def not like Jeff (who will come up with the most downright jaw droppingly nasty names ever for fun)

He’d probably use either “sweetheart” or “darling” nothing too major, but would probably just mostly use a shortened version of your name or a nickname he gives u. He silly he bbg

Really loves cats. Really really loves them, and will get on one knee and propose to you if you have any (/hj.)

>>>

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐣 𝐬𝐨 :𝟑

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐩

[character-kai]

Weird (creepypasta only) headcanon but I feel like the mansion changes based on who lives there and their needs. It’s ever growing, changing, and it never quite looks the same. I feel like the mansion would kind of be an extension of slenderman in a way, and maybe even a living entity itself. Of course I’m draw to a kind of ‘House of Leaves’ like concept, but I also feel like it might be reminiscent of the house in What Remains of Edith Finch, or even the Winchester House. Abandoned rooms of long forgotten proxies locked away, their history only to be left to the imagination. Hallways that seem to go on forever, progressively getting more decrepit and dated as you head deeper into the bowels of the house. The victorian architecture remains characteristic throughout the building, but certain areas seem to change in style slightly. The stain on the woodwork suddenly changes tint. The ornate details on the mantle and plethora of twisting staircases seem to change artists every so often. And every carving, painting, or sculpture of a person seems ever so slightly off. If you were to bring a piece of art with the portrait of a loved one, their face would morph so slowly over time to resemble someone else that you may never even notice. The man in that photo isn’t your friend, he never even existed in the first place.

[crxshed-skxlls]

hey, i'm new to your work but it's really good :3

could i have ej x male reader where jack is going through a demon heat? i'm a slut for those types of fics /lh

if something like this has already been asked you can ignore

have a good day/night!

Of course anon, your sin is my command ;]

— ❝ Fever Dreams

Eyeless Jack x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Jack goes through a heat cycle and you seem to be the only person he trusts to help him

NSFW TAGS: Teratophilia/monster fucking, fingering, love bites/marks, light blood play, mentions of aftercare, praise kink

You and Jack weren’t necessarily close at the time, but you could tell something was off. He was a reserved introvert, usually sticking to himself or his medical bay. Though lately he hadn’t been showing up in his medical office, so you decided to check up on him when you could. Knock, knock, knocking at his door earns a soft growl from inside; making you somewhat concerned. “Jack?” You call out, your sweet voice ringing out in the empty hallways. Jack soon sluggishly walks to his door, the handle slowly and deliberately turning before you are greeted to a somewhat cracked open door and familiar soulless orbs staring back at you.

“What do you want?” His voice is a low growl, gruff and mysterious. You can tell that something was wrong with the way Jack’s breathing is shallow; seeming unfocused or delirious. You purse your lips before opening them to speak.  “Are you okay? I wanted to check in.” You reply softly, noticing how reserved the cursed human was being. The demon hums, the sound reverberating in his throat as his towering figure looms over the cracked door that led to his room. “M’fine.” He murmurs shyly, reserved as if he was about to close the door. You quickly put your shoe into the gap though; unexpectedly stopping the demon from closing the door.

“No you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t be cowering behind your door.” You explain, your voice laced with concern as his eyes widen at your sudden advance. With a harsh swallow and a low growl, he backs away from the door; leaving you free to come in. Once you have entered the dark room, the stench of musk and sweat is evident as Jack sheepishly sits back into his bed. Your brows furrow, closing the door behind him. “Jack.. What’s going on?” You ask softly, trying to come closer only to watch Jack motion for you to stop.

“Don’t.. Come near, please.” He firmly murmurs, breath labored as his tail flicks with worry. You remain still, watching closely as Jack’s eyes narrow in focus. You wait for an expected explanation or context, in which Jack sighs heavily. “.. I’m in heat. I forgot to manage it beforehand and it.. Spiraled.” Jack explains, swallowing as he looks at you. You take time to process this before letting out a soft hum. “You.. Do you go through cycles like that?” “.. Yes, I do.” He replies with that deep, smoky voice as he curls up more onto his bed. You swallow, thinking before your eyes widen. 

You could now get a better glimpse of Jack; the dimly lit light capturing some of his features. He had only been wearing a black tank top and what appeared to be boxers; His bulge was apparent though hidden as he crossed his legs in a reserved manner. “.. Is there any way I can help?” You ask quietly, in which Jack looks up at you with confusion yet curiosity. “You think you can help me? I… You’ll get hurt, trust me. I don’t want to risk it.” Jack cautiously warns, but you can’t help but look at him with a bit of empathy. You could tell Jack was hurting; itching for release as your scent subtly mixes with the musky scent of primal desires in the room.

You walk over cautiously, before Jack could even protest - you stand face to face with him. “.. Do you trust me, Jack?” You ask with a soft tone, quieter than your usual radiant voice. Jack looks at you as he bites the inside of his cheek, suffocating under the scent of you so close to him. “.. Not much.” He answers truthfully, shyly as he tries to pull a bit backwards to breathe correctly. His mind is obviously in a conflicted haze; filled with insecurity and instinct as his gray skin flushes a charcoal color. 

“.. Can I gain your trust then?” You murmur softly, leaning closer to the other as you gently let your knee press into the mattress. Jack’s eyes widen, breath caught in his throat as he watches you attentively. His body tenses, but with your subtle movements Jack doesn’t seem to move away. You take this as unspoken consent, your hand gently grazing the other’s shoulder. “Let me help you, Jack..” You murmur quietly, and Jack lets out a soft growl in return. His clawed hand hesitantly rises up to your waist, shy as his pointed ears lower.

“.. I’m not… Sure about this.” Jack breathes, the air filling with sultry tension as you move to slide up onto the demon’s lap. His breath is caught again, a short gasp coming from him as you gently sit in his lap. You can feel his hard on pressing against your ass, twitching at the sensation as Jack lets out a soft murmur of pleasure. “Please..?” You insist softly, a small plea as you raise your hand to cup the demon’s cheek. Jack tenses, breath heavy and hot against your wrist as his hands grip at your waist. 

It is a silent moment before you slowly move in, hesitantly capturing his cold lips against yours. The kiss is slow and cautious, Jack's hands tentatively slide down to your plush inner thighs. Jack can feel your cock harden in the kiss, making the demon growl softly as he deepens the slow kiss. You allow Jack access; tongues soon swirl inside of your mouth as you try to keep up with Jack’s rhythm. It became apparent that Jack is trying his hardest to hold back; making this experience both slow and passionate as you both explore each other’s bodies.

You feel Jack’s hands grip your plush thighs, soon placing your back against the mattress as his three monstrous tongues keep exploring your mouth. You feel yourself harden, softly groaning as you feel Jack rut against the bulge in your pants. Jack pulls back, letting you catch your breath as he tugs against your shirt. “Off. Now.” Jack orders slowly, and your eyes widen slightly at the sudden command. Though you obediently shed off your top, feeling Jack unfasten your belt. You lift your hips, giving the demon active access as he tugs down your underwear and pants, exposing your cock as it gently sits against your stomach. 

You flush slightly, the hungry look in the demon’s eyes alluring yet sinister as his claws drag you closer to him. You swallow, looking up at the other as it seems he reaches for something. You recognize the bottle of lube; Jack gently rubbing it onto his fingers as he warms up the viscous liquid. “Jack.. C- careful…” You murmur, hearing a growl erupt from Jack’s throat as he eagerly spreads your legs. “Don’t worry.. M’ being as careful as I can be.” He whispers back, and soon you can feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. 

You gasp, wincing slightly as the intrusion as he starts to shallowly thrust his fingers inside of you. Jack groans, biting his lip softly as he feels your walls tighten over his fingers. You let out soft murmurs of pleasure; letting out a whimper as Jack curls his fingers right into your prostate. “Feeling good, little lamb?” Jack teases softly, a groan slipping past his dark lips as you nod eagerly. “Good boy..” The demon growls, stretching you out thoroughly. His senses are going haywire; the sticky scent of arousal and tension making Jack’s heat far more tense. 

You soon gasp as you feel something cold and wet against your nipple, You register Jack’s tongue sliding across the sensitive bud, making your body more hot as he continues to abuse your sweet spot expertly. Soon enough, Jack removes his digits from your entrance, the room filled with thick sexual tension as Jack slides off his boxers and strips himself. The demon’s tail swishes excitedly, eagerly as he takes position between your legs. His tongues run up your neck, teeth teasingly grazing your neck as he positions himself. 

You swallow, bracing yourself as you try your best to relax. Jack soon slips into your tight heat, letting out a guttural growl as his claws squeeze your hips harshly. You whimper, gasping at the stretch of his tendrilled cock and sting of his claws piercing into your flesh. Jack hungrily captures your lips into a more tough kiss; Starting to shallowly thrust as he grits his teeth. “Fuuck- good boy..” The sounds of Jack’s praises and animalistic growls reverberate in the room, harmonizing with your soft cries of pleasure. Jack’s hips soon sputter along, pressing you further into the mattress as he mercilessly thrusts deeper inside of you.

You whimper, voice cracking and pitching as both of you start to feel the pressure building in your stomachs. His claws mark into your body, breaking some of your plush skin. Jack growls, soon his sharp teeth landing into your shoulder. You yelp, wincing at the sting yet being so helpless as his thrusts increase inside of you. “J-ack, oh god-” You whine out, and eventually you reach your own orgasm. You cry out as white ropes of pleasure shoot onto your abdomen and chest; Some getting on Jack a good bit with how intertwined you both are. 

Jack snarls, groaning at the taste of your blood in his mouth as he sucks a love bite into you. With one final sputtering of his hips, he buries deeply inside of you and finishes. His tendrilled cock moves and shifts slightly inside of you; almost unintentionally teasing as you whimper from the overstimulation. After a few moments for you both to catch your breath, Jack looks down at the wound he made with concerned eyes. “.. Don’t worry about it.” You murmur, arms coming up and wrapping around his neck. 

You both sit there as you ride this high out, you whispering soft reassurances to Jack as he tries his best not to overthink. He seemed content though; proud of himself for not tearing you to shreds. You softly stroke his hair, flinching as he slowly moves out of your abused hole. Jack watches for a moment as his own seed leaks out of you, his flushed face becoming darker as he shyly leaves between your legs to grab a wet towel.

… Jack cleaned up for the most part; he insisted that you rest anyways. Upon cleaning up the mess they made and Jack even going as far as to gently place a bandage over his bite wound (which you insisted would heal fine but he seemed adamant), You both curl in in his bed together. Jack’s strong, gray arms holding you close as he spoons you. You smile, glad to have helped out somebody in need. Though, something tells you after this day.. Jack and you would become a bit closer than you realize.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ej x reader

Prompt 41💀

Prompt 41 with Eyeless Jack

Oh boy oh boy when I made the role swap prompt I didnt think anyone would pick it, but I'm so glad it was chosen!! AND with probably one of my favorite characters + with a character where a role swap would be drastic to their characterization? SIGN ME UP!!!

With Jack no longer being sucked up into the cult that ruined him in the first place hes allowed to continue to live his life in relative peace. Hes allowed to finish his education, hes allowed to get into his dream career field, and hes allowed to interact with other people as normal. Although he doesn't appreciate it as much as his other counterpart would, due to him not having that privilege stripped away from him. Hes not as closed off or gloomy, either. Not to say hes a way of sunshine, because hes not... but hes noticibly in a better place mentally than the main timeline.

You, on the other hand... you're really going through it. It hurts, so much. Mentally and physically, it feels like your body is breaking and contorting constantly and your mind is tearing itself apart as a means to protect itself and as a byproduct of what was done to you. Eventually there will be no "You" to occupy your body.

As nice of a thought it would be that Jack would stay by your side were your roles reversed, it's not likely. Unlike the main timeline, hes not tricked into interacting with this.. sort of thing. Even if he believed monsters and such to exist in this universe, he doesn't actively meddle in those things. He knows how these things end and hes not going to knowingly put himself into a situation.

The only way the two of you interact outside of a single encounter would be if you knew each other before everythj g went to shit. He may not see you for long, but he does seem to at least try to secure a safe place for you to.. exist.. without having to be caught and prodded or even killed. You cant exactly call what you're doing "living", you're constantly fighting with whatever is changing you and trying not to get caught by people going monster hunting.

Jack's visits to you become less and less frequent, and they become shorter. Until eventually he just. Stops coming to you, likely without a word. He doesnt seem like the type to have the nerve to tell you hes leaving town. It's not a happy ending and its harsh given that if your roles were back where they were, you'd still be trying to visit him... but he still pushes you away in the main timeline, so maybe things arent so different after all.

[gritsgigabits]

Creepypasta NSFW headcanons~

TW: NSFW content

Eyeless Jack

EJ is the sweetest lover you could come across, or so he makes you think when you two first start having sex.

Later on it turns out that EJ has a massive kink for biting and leaving marks on your body. It’s a behaviour that satisfies a need in him to claim you and mark you as his property. It’s also a sign of trust on your part: if you let him bite you, he knows you’re not afraid of him biting a piece of you off.

If it’s consensual – that you’re okay with him leaving his claim on you – then it becomes a regular thing and you almost never leave a mere make-out session without his teeth marks decorating your shoulder, neck or buttock.

If you’re not into being bitten, EJ tries to tone it down to gentle nips. He can’t promise you, however, that he won’t have his teeth firmly against your shoulder at the peak of climax.

He isn’t opposed to you biting him to reciprocate the affection. It might be hard to leave marks in him because of his thicker-than-average skin, though.

Jeff the Killer

Jeff would be mortified if anyone besides you found out that he is actually a massive sub. His life has been a chaotic mess since his early teens, and he recognises that he has a need to compensate for the lack of control in everyday life by submitting to you in the bedroom.

You can make him do essentially anything you want – if you use your commanding tone, the one reserved only for special occasions. You can tell him to lie down and take whatever you give him like a good, obedient boy, or command him to strip naked and scrub the floors for a reward afterwards.

Of course, sex with Jeff isn’t always laced with BDSM-tones. Jeff isn’t someone who would let another person dominate him upon first meeting. There needs to be mutual understanding that what takes place in those intimate moments will never, ever reach the ears of an outsider.

When you two have regular sex (for lack of a better term), it’s a well-balanced blend of aggressive thrusting and tender strokes. Jeff may often be an abusive ass towards you, but his crude behaviour doesn’t extend to the bedroom.

Jane the Killer

Despite her sardonic and cynical nature, Jane is the full-blown romantic type when it comes to intimacy. She wants to be lovingly coaxed out of her clothes while you whisper sweet nothings in her and lead her towards the bed.

Sex is nothing without a proper warmup, and rushing about things when you two are about to be intimate is no way to proceed with a woman. In Jane’s case she will mockingly tilt her head and raise her eyebrows with a ‘Really, y/n?’ expression. You have to be willing to put in the effort if you’re going to take Jane to bed.

As in everyday life, Jane likes to be in control in the bedroom. Or rather, letting go of control is difficult for her, even if she wanted you to be in charge of the situation. It will require a great deal of time and trust for Jane to allow you to set the pace in intimate situations.

All in all, Jane wants any power dynamics you two might have melt away when you’re getting into business. She thinks that in such a vulnerable setting, you both stand on equal ground.

Jane has told you that if you ever tell anyone about the sweet side of her, she will murder you in your sleep. She doesn’t want anyone else to know about her soft side.

Laughing Jack

For Jack, sex is mostly a casual thing. He doesn’t consider it to be a big deal – he can do it anywhere, at any time, and with anyone who is willing to have him.

A committed relationship where he could only have sex with the one and same person was not something Jack was aiming towards in life. At first he finds it shackling and thinks that there’s no way he could be satisfied with a life like that.

If you put in the effort to keep things interesting (in general as well as sex-wise), Jack will get used to his new-found ‘captivity’. He finds that he actually likes to have someone only for himself, which even sparks up feelings of jealousy every now and then – something he hasn’t experienced before.

Sex with Jack is mostly fun and unpredictable. You can never know when he emerges from around the corner without any clothes on, ready to have you against the wall or the kitchen table.

Jack has some sadistic preferences and likes to bite you hard enough to draw blood. He gets off on knowing that his ministrations will remind you of him and your joined activities afterwards.

He finds it most rewarding if, when you sit down for breakfast the next day, you visibly wince due to the sore teeth marks on your butt.

Masky

Tim is extremely apprehensive about having a romantic relationship with you. Regardless, he thinks that if you two have gotten that far, there is no reason to avoid taking it up a notch. You’re already involved with him and his life, and it won’t put you in any more danger to sleep with you.

In the bedroom, Tim is attentive and caring. He enjoys the sensual side of sex the most, and wants to relish you filling all his senses: the sight of you beneath him, the way you feel when he’s inside you, the scent of arousal and sweat that you emanate.. It all makes him want you more until he is completely envelop in you.

Tim leads a strenuous life as a proxy and rarely gets a chance to relax completely. The moments when you two are wrapped in each other’s embrace are moments when he can truly leave the rest of the world behind.

With each thrust it feels like he’s walking further away from the strain of his life and closer to the dreamy realm where only you and him exist.

Hoodie

Imagine how adults who have been married for ten years but haven’t lost the spark in their relationship sleep together. It’s an event that covers the better part of an evening, beginning with a dinner, moving on to a glass of wine and ending with pieces of clothing strewn around the apartment floor. This is how it tends to be with Brian.

Naturally it doesn’t always end up being as romantic as Brian would like for it be, but it’s the thought that counts. The main point is that he wants to make you feel like the love of his life, to show you that he is willing to put in the effort and make you feel as good as he possibly can.

Brian likes to see you lose control in the throes of pleasure, to see what kind of expressions you make and hear what kind of sounds he can draw out of you.

Feeling your soft skin against his own, your supple body beneath his hands is as important to Brian as is penetration and climaxing. For him, sex is much more than satisfying one’s needs, it’s a display of vulnerability, raw emotions and love.

Ticci toby

Toby had zero interest in sex before he met you. Once getting into a committed relationship, he has discovered a faint libido in him, but it’s far from what one would consider average.

It requires a lot of work to get Toby to sleep with you. You’ll either need good timing or a solid argument for him to agree to have sex. Good timing means making a pass at him when he’s feeling affectionate himself.

Although Toby doesn’t find it worth the effort to initiate sex, he does enjoy it whenever you two end up in bed together. It feels good to have your warmth wrapped around his length, and seeing the pleasure written on your face when you come is satisfying for him on its own.

Because of his general disinterest in intimacy, you can consider it the highest form of affection and trust when Toby agrees to have sex with you. He certainly wouldn’t do that with a random person on the street, nor even in a romantic relationship if he weren’t feeling entirely sure that he wanted it.

[cryptomiracle]

Blue aura ( eyeless jack x reader)

EJ WON THE POLL WHOOP WHOOPP

I decided to do a story, instead of headcanons lol.

Also I thought I should mention, after this I'm probably gonna take a break from requests.

(I'm not gonna close them, but I won't be answering them)

Not a long one, just a mini break so I can come up with more ideas for hcs and short stories, also so I can do some research on this one character someone requested me to do <33

WARNINGS:

Mention of injury, breaking and interning, missing persons, etc.

(I hc that his sight is not the best, cause well yk.. but he can see auras, and lights, although he can't make out facial features that well, he also goes off of scent, that's how he finds most of his victims)

Eyeless jacks POV:

He was out at night, strolling through the little town you so happened to live in, that also happened to be surrounded by a forest.

What a coincidence, huh?

He'd been camping out in the woods, only coming out to get necessities, like food, water, bedding, bandages, etc.

As he was walking down the street, the hood of his jacket covering his head, he noticed a gas station, the LED lights read "Marty's stop n shop".

The store looked run down, if it wasn't for the dim lighting, and barely stocked shelves, you'd think it was abandoned.

"Perfect.." he thought to myself

After months of having to break into stores, store owners started going all out with their security measures.

Even going as far as hiring security guards.

That's how he got here, all beat up, maybe even a few broken bones.

If he was still human, he'd be in the back of a cop car, headed to the emergency room right now. But luckily, because of his inhuman abilities, he's able to heal 10x faster than normal.

After fleeing the scene, he decided to come to a questionable gas station, to get some bandages, and a very stiff drink.

As he got closer, he peaked through the window to see a human behind the counter, their aura, a bright blue.

(Which is his favorite color *wink wink*)

He decided wait it out until they left.

also because of the fact he doesn't have enough strength to fight right now.

So there he was, sitting in the bushes, patiently waiting for them to leave.

Y/NS POV:

It was 12 am, your shift was nearly over, you were waiting for your coworker mark to show up so you could go home, and finally get some sleep.

You blankly stared at the magazine I'm your hands, dark eye bags under your eyes.

A familiar voice came from the tv, drawing your attention, you looked up to see mrs mitchell, marks mother.

"a family of 4 are currently searching for their oldest son, a Craig Williamson, sources say he was last seen walking back to his dorm at 8:45 last Friday, If you have any information, please call your local police department, or contact us at __________"

Then the news anchor went back to talking about the same boring things that go on in this little town.

Business was the same as usual, horrible.

The most customers you'd get in a day was about 20-25.

You were surprised how the store had stayed open this long, I mean it's been open since you were a kid, and even then, it was basically abandoned.

Suddenly, the lights went out

Making you feel uneasy.

Y/n: "stupid lights.."

You sighed as you got up, and tried to make your way to the front door.

You finally made it to the door, the bells jingling as you pushed it open.

The cold night breeze hit you from behind, making any stray hairs go everywhere.

You continued walking, old beer cans, and cigarette butts littered the parking lot.

You finally made it to the side of the building, where the electric box is.

You opened it up to see a mixture, of cords, levers, and buttons.

That's when it hit you.

You have no clue how to work this thing.

"Shit." You mumbled

You moved around the building, facing the road, and slid down the side of the wall, the only light coming from the moon, and the auto part store across the street.

You pulled out your phone, it read 3%

You decided to save your battery, considering you may need it.

You closed your eyes and breathed in, the only noise being the crickets, and the wind hitting the branches of the trees.

It was peaceful.

*SNAP*

You quickly opened your eyes to the sound of something snapping, you looked around, but you didn't see anyone.

You stood up so that you could see better, you scanned the area for a minute, when a few bushes to your left started shaking, you snapped your head towards the sound.

After a while of standing there a while, you decided to check it out.

You turned on the flashlight of your phone and started slowly walking towards the bushes.

As you got closer, they moved once again, making you step back.

You finally got the courage to get close enough to see.

Your heart was racing,and your hands were shaking.

You squated down, and peered through the limbs.

Only to find nothing there.

You let out a sigh of relief.

You saw your coworkers car pulling into the parking lot, slowing down as he saw you.

He came to a stop, right beside you, he rolled down his window, and gave you a confused look.

Mark: "what the hell are you doing skeeter?"

He's called you "skeeter" ever since you were kids, you don't exactly know why, all you know is that it annoys you.

A lot.

You and mark grew up together, your parents were friends, but you kinda hated each other.

And now you work together.

Y/n: "I uh-.. I thought I heard something in the bushes."

He slightly turned his head, as he adverted his eyes to the bushes.

Mark: "well I don't see anythin'"

You sighed.

Mark: "and what happened to the lights??"

His confused look morphed into an annoyed one.

Y/n: "I dunno, they went out about 15 minutes ago."

Mark: "and you didn't try to turn em on?"

You stood up and turned to face him

Y/n: "I don't know how to work the box thingy."

You were tired, still uneasy, and ready to clock out.

his sudden attitude didn't help any.

Mark: "I don't have a clue why Mr Smith still lets you work here, you don't know how to do jack shit."

Y/n: "and you do?"

Mark: "uh, yeah? You don't see all the work I do??"

Y/n: "you only do stuff whenever you want a raise, and the only reason you still work here is cause Mr Smith is dating your aunt Sara."

Mark: "..."

He looked away, and took his foot off the break.

Mark: "well, I guess I'll be seeing you."

Y/n: "mhm.."

He sped up, and pulled into a parking space.

You sighed once more before making your way to your car

Once you got there, you pulled out your keys, and unlocked the drivers side.

You turned your head back to where the bushes were.

Only this time, you caught a glimpse of something, or someone..

I may or may not make a part 2, but please don't expect this to be a series, or very long 😭

The most this will get is maybe 4-6 parts.

TY FOR READING <33

[grvyrd-drms]

ej with a very reckless, danger magnet, problematic, crazy nb reader? romantic hcs? 🥹 pls?🩷

eyeless jack x reckless reader !!!

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A/N: he's not even real and i can feel his headache from you. also sorry if the grammar isn't good in this one i'm too exhausted to english correctly (it's literally my 1st and only language but leave me alone)

CW: gn!reader, injuries, anxiety, jack being overprotective (in a good way 😋), very very mild NSFW like lowkey not even NSFW

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-YOU DRIVE HIM FUCKING CRAZY

-sorry.

-jack adores you. he really does. he finally found someone who's willing to push past all of his 'deformities', his trauma, his... picky appetite, all of it. only issue is of course that you are the most unhinged person on the planet.

-thank GOD that he's one of the resident 'doctors' in the manor. although i say that lightly, in all honesty he's so tired of you coming through the doors all bruised up. he misses when toby was his #1 visitor (thats saying so much)

-makes you carry a fully packed first aid kit when you "go on your adventures" as he puts it. tells you to shut the fuck up and just take it when you complain.

-jack takes your health very seriously. if he ever lost the one person he's found so far that actually cares about him he'd go apeshit. so yes. you're getting a weekly checkup and inspection. no you cannot protest. yes he will make up for it by whatever you want. (perverts..... /j)

-keeps special bandaids for u. ones with cool designs on them (they're all spiderman).

-gets SO STRESSED when you come in visible injuries (lots of blood, bruises, etc).

-acts like a mom lowkey. lectures you while he patches you up and then tiredly gives you a lil smooch on the head.

-holds you so so so so close late at night. almost like he's trying to shield your body with his.

-secretly tries to make deals with the others to go get you stuff instead of you going out to buy it yourself, just to try to prevent your ass from going anywhere without help 💀.

-if you break something, require stitches or anything that hurts he talks you through it. like watching him intensely place sutures while talking to you about what he's doing......... hnmhmnhmbbnbgg

-sometimes if he's in a bad place he'll watch you while you sleep. he just needs that reassurance that you're okay, and seeing you all comfy in bed, (not out in the middle of nowhere with zero supplies) makes him feel 100000 times better.

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i'm sooooo behind on my inbox sorry guys school is kicking my ass lol