☆ || what i think the creeps love languages would because its 3am and im fighting sleep.
Includes: Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack (i might pick up on this im not sure) (PART 1)
a/n: there might be some errors or not the strongest writing..keep in mind it was 3-6am and I was sleep deprived </3
˗ˏˋ ★┆Jeff the killer ˎˊ˗
If there was a love language called “pissing you off” it’d be that. Jeff doesn’t really like showing much emotion other than sarcasm, so if he was trying to show you love it wouldn’t be too obvious. But holy shit does Jeff not have any concept of personal space.
He’s all over you all the time like a dog on a leash. Say you’re in the kitchen and he walks in, his arm is immediately thrown over your shoulder and he’s leaning all his body weight on you. If you confront him he’ll play dumb for the love of the game. 100% the type to
You fell asleep at Jeff’s place unintentionally. The plan was to go over and smoke all his supply since you ran out, a nap wasn’t apart of the agenda but something about the way Jeff’s bed coddles you over and sinks you into the plush is dangerously effective.
You weren’t sure how long you were out for, all you knew is that the room was 10 degrees colder and you woke up parched with a minor headache. so like any person who likes comfortability, you lift your upper body up before slowly turning to swing your feet off the bed. As soon as your feet hit the wooden floor, two arms immediately snake around your waist in a firm, stubborn grip followed by incoherent grumbles. you immediately turn your head to make out his silhouette in the dark room. “can I-” “no”. you tried to walk away from the bed and he replied with a quick yank back into the sweaty warmth, once you were back laying down he immediately threw one leg over your hips and intertwined the other, until jeffrey decided that wasn’t enough and rolled onto you completely. Great.
I like to think since he’s used to being the help, it’d just be natural for him to assist his loved one. The difference between helping others and helping you is others have to ask for Jack to help, you don’t. Jack’s good attention to detail helps him with this, he’ll notice something and do it for you before you even thought of it. you came back from a mission with a dull knife (or jammed gun if that’s more ur style.)? He’s mending it for you when you come over.
your last minute mission was hell. your head spun and your limbs cried, you wanted nothing more but to flop into your boyfriend’s bed and go into a mini coma until tomorrow afternoon (or longer). you turn the nob and walk into the place, immediately you’re hit with the nauseating smell of bleach. your eyes scan the place to see if you’d spot your boyfriend, as soon as you did the tense expression on you face melted into a pout, the dull knife that cramped your fists fell out of your palms in an instant before walking closer. You could’ve forgotten all about the bad weather and the fact your socks were wet from your shitty night once your head hit Jack’s chest.
Jack looked down at you with a concerned expression on his face before lightly scratching your scalp with his nails. “Bad day?” More of a statement than a question. his voice traveled through your ears sinuating immediate comfort fluttering within your chest, all you could do was let out a small whine in response. Jack stood there for a moment with you against his chest as long as you’d like, but he also knew you, and that if you stood here too long you’d fall asleep standing up. “Alright, c’mon lets get you to bed.” Jack gently pushes you along by your back, he leads you to his room which looks the exact same since the last time you’ve been there. He pushed you down to sit on his bed and kneeled to take your drenched shoes off. You flop down, your back hitting the soft plush of the bed it felt so good you could cry.
that was the last thing you remembered before waking up, your body no longer ached and your skin didnt crawl. you look around and could already tell your boyfriend was long gone to do whatever he does. the bed creaks underneath your weight so do the floor boards on your way to the kitchen, when you get to the kitchen your greeted with the blade you used the night before, it was so clean you could see your reflection and you haven’t seen that blade so sharp since you got it. A smile tugged at your face at the thoughtful act. Crashing at your boyfriend’s after a mission is always the move.
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