Lover's quarrel (Eyeless Jack X Reader)
eyeless jack with a reader who low-key will disappear for days on end. Like she'll be home for a week and then she'll be like okay I'm gonna go into human civilization for 3 days without a word and show back up like nothing happened. I picked ej for this cause I wanna see how you characterize him and my brain feels empty soon yeah. You can go wherever you want with this if you do it.
Note: This fic was sitting in my drafts for SO long you guys don't understand but I've had fun writing this. And because of the demand in EJ fics I've recently seen, I think that this is a good time to post this. There is also a part 2 of this (basically another req that ties into this one too well for it to not be a part of this fic).
Tonight, the waning crescent moon shines brightly on a lonely cabin. Caloused, rough fingers push the homeâs window open as quietly as possible. A body stirs on the messy bed radiating warmth, all tempting and inviting.Â
The silent visitor enters the bedroom, taking a moment to observe. A heavy foot takes a step on the wooden floor making it creak. Then, another one, and another one, slowly approaching his sleeping beauty. Once next to the bed, he stands still waiting and watching. The lying figure turns around.
âYou came.â you turn around with a smile.
âFinished my mission early, so I came for a visit.â Jack whispers as he slowly takes off his mask, placing it on the bedside table.Â
The singing of cicadas in the quiet of the forest can be heard by the open window. The small cabin is still, a dim candle light illuminates the room, oddly softening Jackâs appearance. His harsh, uncanny blue skin now seems typical and the very lips that are dirtied by human blood at every meal look peckable. âYou look beautiful.â you murmur to him as your hand reaches out to caress his head. A tiny huff released when you reach him.
Jack gets on both knees besides your bed and leans into your touch. He follows up with getting on the bed, it creaks as he curls up next to you, letting a heavy sigh of relief out sleep lulling him away.
Love was never something he thought was within his reach. Â
Before you, it was survival driving him crazy. The constant fight against hunger and his own body.
Although, since then things have changed.Â
Thereâs someone to hold now, someone to spoil, someone to share secrets with, someone to love.
He canât understand what you saw in a blue guy with black goo in his eyes, but youâve always been a little odd.Â
Yet, this oddness is a quality that he has grown  quite fond of. From the unconventional pet names you give him, to the way you speak in riddles, to how there is always more depth to you, even when he thinks he has reached the bottom.
Although, this same entrancing depth has become a double edged sword lately.Â
For the next few days, schedules were tight which is nothing unusual, but by the end of the week, not a single word is heard from you.
This isnât the first time this has happened, you have a bad habit of drifting off.
Rationality is what your lover always relies on, strictly acting on logic, but your behaviour is becoming a prickling thorn at his side. Jack trusts you and he knows that youâre not the type to be disloyal, but he just canât help himself from thinking about the worst possible.
Excuses rush to his head to reassure him while the hum of the refrigerator and the noise of the plumbs working overtime in the cold basement fill up the silence. A stoolâs uneven leg hits the ground repeatedly as Jack rocks back and forth, crouched, elbows rested on both thighs, fists clenched.m with his mind trying to find answers to the questions about you that are pestering him.Â
Around this time, you would usually sneak into his clinic to give him a visit, complain about the placeâs morgue like smell and disturb him some more. No one ever bothers to acknowledge his existence unless theyâre standing on their last limb in need of urgent medical assistance.Â
However, you on the other hand, always reach out first, always look for him first in a room and always pepper him with kisses before leaving.
But, thatâs the problem-
Itâs a vice of yours, disappearing for long periods of time without any explanation and coming back all casual. Youâre such a natural at making nothing of it.
All of the questions about your whereabouts are normally brushed off, deflected and better yet-
A smooch is all it takes for him to melt into submission.
Maybe thatâs his own bad habit.
He just canât help the way his knees buck when your mouth crashes onto his, knowing that he wonât be able to hold you accountable this time.
Itâs a never ending cycle every time.
And what if this isnât just a nasty habit of yours? What if you leave because youâre sick of how sharp his canines are? Of how ugly his eyes are? Of how his mouth reeks of death?Â
Sweat trickles down his forehead while his foot bounces up and down. One doubt after the next torments him and with a heavy heart in that dingy basement, he comes to a conclusion.
The clock keeps ticking as time passes by. You lay on Jackâs bed, one leg hanging off the edge, arms splayed around and mind wondering on when he will show up.Â
There is no business for you in this mansion unless Jack is present and you know that, heâs made it clear. But unfortunately, distance makes the heart grow fonder and breaking into your other halfâs room when his window is open and on the first floor is near impossible not to.
On top of that, youâre here for a noble cause: To solve a loverâs quarrel.
It doesnât take rocket science to know why heâs gone because always a pattern that follows whenever heâs upset. Usually, it starts off with brooding, then a little coldness and then avoidance.Â
Your line of thought gets cut off when the door opens without a warning, revealing the long awaited man. His nose twitches once, picking up on your scent and his body stiffens.Â
A bolt of excitement lights up in your heart and before you even get the chance to greet him he slams you with his icy words.
âWhat are you doing here?â
His voice is depraved of warmth which hurts a tinge more than usual. But you put on a smile, hoping that it will somehow make him forget the past. âCame over to surprise you, nothing more.â You say, the bed sheets rustle as you get off the bed.
Silence engulfs the room for a few seconds making you bite your inner cheek out of discomfort. Jack lets out a mocking chuckle, clearly showing how ridiculous he finds your excuse. âSeriously?â He asks, raising an eyebrow and taking a step closer to you. âDo you really think that you can just walk all over me like this?â The tension rises closing in on you, making the room feel smaller and smaller.
âJack, I know I fucked up again and I-âÂ
âSpare the excuses, please.â He says, clearly leaving no room for any further attempts at discussion. âYou always need space andâŠâ  He trails off for a second, bringing his fingers to his temples and messaging them. A sigh leaves his mouth. âI think Iâm ready to give it to you.âÂ
Your eyes widen and a quiver shakes your bottom lip, the realisation hitting you hard. You fucked up big time.
âNo way, you donât mean-â Your feet move without permission, closing in on him faster than you can think. âPlease, Jack not after everythingââ. Tears threaten to fall as you swallow a sob hoping to seem stronger.
âIâm sorry.â He says, exasperated. His gaze lingers in another direction than yours. His slightly pointy ears are down, flat almost like a sad dog. âIâm not saying itâs a permanent separation. We should just take some time to figure things out.âÂ
The thundering in your chest keeps going, but a ray of hope and relief shines on you knowing that itâs not a total breakup. âNow, pleaseâŠÂ leave.â Jackâs voice snaps you out of your trance. His eyes lay on you, and even if only dark nothingness is what he has for eyeballs, you could see a slight hint of pain. As if shooing you away hurt him more than it hurt you.
Shamefully, you look down, not being able to face him anymore. Each step towards the exit feels too heavy to take, yet too light, making leaving feel so fast. Jack doesnât look at you, he simply chooses to stay planted in his spot with tight fists and a regretful face.Â
