11. For hayseed x reader? Sfw or nsfw either is fine!
Meeting and falling for an actual monster
You could remember it clearly, the day you met him. It had been Halloween last year, you needed to go grab some pumpkins from the patch that was nestles away safely in the field, away from people who would be tempted to steal any if they knew.
The pumpkins there were always so lush, full, big and great to carve. You had noticed the poor Scarecrow had been missing limbs, some stiches had come undone and you felt bad, ever since you were little you always felt bad for the poor thing, always out in the field, watching over the large orange vegetables in all weathers.
When you had taken away some of them you later returned with your sewing kit, messing around and trying to take the scarecrow off of his hooks, He flopped over on you which caused you to yelp, landing on your ass painfully.
You hissed but rolled him off of you, you pulled the little box out, getting a needle and some thick cotton. You worked away at his torn clothes, patching them up, giving them mismatched fabric cover ups but it seemed to add to the charm, there was now a large yellow smiley face sewn over one of the bigger holes.
Humming a little song as you started repairing bits of his arms, the leg and anything else you thought could do with some work. You had ignored the time, so lost in your duty to the scarecrow. You winced when you realized it was getting dark, unable to see the needle in your hand very well.
You stood, brushing yourself down, knocking off the dirt from your knees, you glanced at the stuffed creature to admire your handy work when you jumped back. The ‘eyes’ on the burlap mask were glowing bright orange.. moving… you stumbled back and tripped over your own backpack. Before your ass could hit the floor an arm shot out and grabbed you keeping you stable.
You blinked more and more, fear in your chest was growing, over whelming but his other hand went to his mask, pulling it off of his head. There was an oddly handsome face under that sack.. one bright orange eye and one white eye, a stitched mouth much like the mask but he was grinning at you.
“Ta mate” it chirped happy, the voice was so deep and gruff from lack of use.
He nodded his head and pulled you up even more so you could steady yourself on your own. He was so tall when he was standing up fully, he was a monster.. and how was he alive?
“Yes… no……yeah? I mean…” he itched his messy blonde hair and just laughed, a shrill but not unpleasant sound.
“I woz dead… then I woz alive then… I woz asleep… an’ ya ‘elping me ‘as woken me up…cheers again mate” The creature giggled and winked at you. He seemed to stutter a little, took awhile to form words but he managed to piece it together.
He didn’t seem scary so more… he was just thankful for your help…
That was a year ago, a year ago today, your anniversary. He was draped over your legs as you watched a horror movie on TV, he made a happy noise when you ran your hand through his hair, down his back feeling the little bumps.
Jamison had become more human as time went on, he wasn’t sure how he got there or what he was doing but you had a feeling that a spell might have been broken and a wish to find someone to love for you came true..
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