Hi guys, I’m newer to Tumblr, but I wanted to do a proper intro on the off chance some people stumble upon my account and like some of the same things I do!
Would be down for writing concepts if anyone is interested!
Forgot add this, I will not tolerate homophobia, transphobia, racism, incest of any kind, any problematic shipping (shipping minor x adult, relatives, etc). Just be kind to one another, love one another please.
Driving in the truck with your bfs Toby, Brian, and Tim fluff...
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND 🫡
Tim Wright x Brian Thomas x GN!Reader x Toby Rogers
TW! Mentions of drugging, mention of PTSD
Tim and Brian’s nicknames are inspired by babs or @/cryingintheclubdhmu!
Trees rushed past the windows of the truck, the quiet rumble of the truck’s engine filling the silence. Tim was sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel while he held a cigarette in the other, keeping it close to the window to avoid getting smoke on everyone else. Brian sat in the passenger seat, overall quiet as he watched the trees rush by. You sat in the back, occasionally glancing over at Toby, who was slumped over against the window of his seat. You knew it was necessary, Toby couldn’t handle car rides, but you still felt guilt seeing him unconscious like this. You told yourself it was for the best, for everyone’s safety, which wasn’t wrong. The last time you all tried to get Toby in a car while he was awake, he started hallucinating the moment Brian began driving, and damn near hurt Tim by accident trying to get out of the still moving car. You knew PTSD was bad, but it had to be so much worse when you couldn’t remember hardly anything about the incident. You felt bad for Toby, you really, really did.
Your expression seemed to give away your guilt, as Tim spoke up to console you.
“It’s for his benefit, hun. He’d be freaking out otherwise.”
You looked away from Toby to focus on Tim, nodding at his words. He was right, of course, but that didn’t make you feel any better about Toby having to be drugged just to ride in the truck. You looked back over at Toby, contemplating putting your hand on his, but afraid that you’d wake him up. As if just thinking about it had managed to stir him, Toby shifted a bit against the window. You held your breath, hoping he was just readjusting in his sleep and not actually waking up, but that wasn’t the case. Toby slowly sat up, seemingly groggy from sleep as his eyes fluttered open. You looked nervously at Tim, and then at Brian, trying to get their attention without speaking, so that you could hopefully avoid Toby registering where he was for as long as possible. However, neither of them seemed to get the message.
Toby rubbed his eyes, brushing his hair out of his face as he began to look around, trying to figure out where he was. Once he registered the sound of the engine, he let out a soft groan.
“Awh man, a truck mission?”
His voice immediately alerted Tim and Brian as Brian whipped his head around so fast, you were shocked he didn’t have whiplash from it. You watched Toby cautiously, hoping he wouldn’t begin freaking out, although you knew that’s what Brian turned around for, to grab Toby if he started to panic. However, to everyone’s surprise, Toby just moved to lay his head in your lap, throwing his arm over his eyes. You smiled softly, gently moving your hand to play with his hair as he laid across your lap.
“You feeling okay, Tobes?”
You ask softly, gently brushing his hair to sit more out of his face as he relaxes more against your lap. So far, he hasn’t started panicking. You could tell he didn’t like being in the truck, but it seemed that covering his eyes kept him from spiraling out of control. He nodded at your question, nuzzling more into your touch. Brian, assured that Toby was stable enough for now, relaxed a bit more, and gave you a lazy smirk.
“Come on now darlin, paying so much attention to him, you’re bound to make us jealous.”
You couldn’t help but smile at Brian’s teasing, and you rolled your eyes. Toby, upon hearing Brian’s comment, flipped Brian off with a shit eating grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at their behavior, finding them both amusingly stupid, in a cute way.
You feel the truck slow to a stop, and you look around. You’re still in the woods, hidden out of sight, but you all were close enough to the site to stop here. However, as you moved to open your door, Tim locked it, shaking his head.
“Just stay here hun, no reason for you to get out into all this mess, us three can handle it fine, alright?”
You frown a bit, why were you here if not to assist on the mission? However, your frown dissipates when Tim comes around the back of the truck and gives you a kiss. Suddenly, you suppose staying in the truck isn’t too bad. Brian opens Toby’s door, since they child lock it to keep him from jumping out while they’re moving, and you wave them all goodbye, waiting for them to wrap it up.
Waiting for them got boring, so you had rummaged through the truck to look for their things before moving to sit up on the top of the truck rather than inside the cab. When they came back, you had on Brian’s hoodie, had Tim’s cigarettes, and Toby’s backup goggles on your head. Brian chuckled at the sight of you in his hoodie, finding it cute how you just grabbed their things. Tim, forever the more serious of the three, immediately sighed and walked over.
“Sugar, hop down before you get hurt.”
You giggled softly, and did as he said, although literally shoving off of the top of the truck rather than climbing down safely. Luckily, Tim was there to catch you. He tried to keep a stern expression, but it really just fell through. He sighed and pressed a kiss to your lips as he held you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist.
“What? You said hop down!”
“That’s not what I meant and you damn well know it.”
Giggling yet again, you pressed another kiss to his lips, practically melting the tension out of his body. You hear Brian clear his throat beside you, and you pull away, looking over at him, already knowing where his antics were headed.
“Oh no, don’t let me interrupt, not like anyone else around here could use a kiss!”
You roll your eyes and hop down from where Tim was holding you, walking over and pressing a kiss to Brian’s lips. Man, they sure were needy as hell. Honestly, you were surprised that Toby wasn’t tugging on you wanting attention yet. You pull back, giving Brian a soft smile, to which he returns with a chuckle, before ruffling your hair. Tim takes his cigarettes back from you, and Brian takes the keys from Tim. As everyone climbs back in the truck, the three of you realize you did not bring anything to knock Toby back out, and therefore had no way to keep him calm until you got back home. However, Toby seemed to have picked up on that, and turned to you with those stupidly cute puppy dog eyes of his.
“You know, I could *click* use something else to focus on while we drive.”
He finished his sentence with a whistle, his head jerking to the side before he turned back to you. While you knew he was just trying to be flirty, he wasn’t wrong, he did need to focus on something else that wasn’t being in a car. So, you climbed up into his lap, letting your knees sit on either side of his waist as you kissed him softly. Brian muttered something, to which all you made out was “lucky bastard”, and Tim huffed out a laugh at Toby’s antics, but was happy that he wouldn’t panic while they drove home.
Your lips were on Toby’s basically the entire ride back, only breaking momentarily to breathe. Once Brian parked the truck, you finally pulled back from Toby, both of your lips swollen and your faces flushed. You hopped down from his lap, and everyone piled out of the truck. Still in Brian’s hoodie, with Toby’s goggles around your neck, you fell behind with Tim, interlocking your fingers with his while you all went back inside.
Brian mentioned needing to get something out of the truck and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, running back out to grab whatever he left. Nina, upon walking downstairs to see you all, let out a giggle.
“Damn, talk about the greed they talk about in the Bible!”
This earned a laugh from you, and a chuckle from Tim. You branched away from your partners to join Nina in the kitchen while they returned to their room, knowing good and well she probably had a million questions for you.
This may be the last part of this particular EJ series! Part 1 Part 2
After sleeping off the mission from the day before, you felt more clearheaded, although still pretty embarrassed by how you had managed to ignore Jack speaking to you, not just once, but twice, because you were too busy thinking about different aspects of him. You didn’t know why, but you had became infatuated with him in these past few days. You two had been partnered for a little while now, and although the others had hyped Jack up as some terrifying, horrific creature, he wasn’t all that bad. You weren’t sure when that fear of him disappeared, but it had now became infatuation. Jack came off as unnerving and creepy, true, but after spending so much time with Jack, you began to see him in a different light. He stopped being scary and started being almost calming to be around.
After you woke up more, you got busy working on fixing his hoodie, washing it first and then starting on the giant cut on the torso section of the hoodie. It wasn’t too bad to stitch back up, and you figured the whole hoodie would be relatively easy to fix, until realizing that the sleeve had a piece of fabric actually torn off, not as easy to just stitch it back up. Unfortunately, you didn’t have very many options when it came to fabric to fix the tear in the hoodie, so you grabbed a piece of fabric that you hoped he wouldn’t mind, and began sewing the sleeve back together. Unfortunately, you didn’t have blue fabric, you only had pink, white, and a light yellow, so you chose the yellow, assuming it’d be the better choice. After finishing the patch, you sewed a small smiley face onto the new fabric, just something small for Jack that you thought he may think was cute or funny.
After a little while, you finished up the hoodie, packing up your sewing supplies back up. You folded his hoodie up and stepped out of your room, going off to find Jack to give him his hoodie back. The mansion was eerily quiet, pretty quiet with everyone out on missions, or running personal errands. As you stumbled upon Jack, you found him speaking with Slenderman. You stopped a bit away, not trying to eavesdrop, just waiting for Jack to be free. Slender seemingly just suggested that the two of you didn’t need to be partnered anymore now that you weren’t doing so poorly on missions. The thought of being split from Jack kind of saddened you. However, Jack’s reaction shocked you. Jack shook his head, immediately shutting down Slender’s suggestion.
“No, I actually think we should remain partners for the time being. I have discovered that [name] has quite the potential to assist me with medical emergencies. I would appreciate if I could remain partnered with [name] until I can assure that we have another person with medical issues.”
You were a little shocked that Jack was advocating to stay your partner. You felt a warmth in your chest at how he wanted to continue going on missions with you. You had seemed to drift off into your thoughts again, as you hadn’t caught the last bit of the conversation as Slender walked away. Once Jack turned to face you, you snapped yourself out of your thoughts and walked over to him, hoodie neatly folded and held against your chest. His head tilted to look at his repaired hoodie, before moving his head to signify looking at your face. You stared at one another before you realized he was waiting for you to relent the hoodie back to him.
“Oh-! Yeah, uh, here! Good as- well, not new. Part of the fabric ripped, so I had to replace it, I’m sorry.”
He took the hoodie from your hands, looking at the stitch work. He couldn’t necessary see in a traditional way, but he still possessed a sense of sight, it was just insanely unconventional. He smiled a bit under his mask at the smiley face you had sewn into the sleeve. He let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the contrast in his own nature from how you had chosen to handle his clothing. He folded it back up and draped it over his arm, gently patting your head as he strode past you.
“Thank you, I appreciate your efforts, dove.”
The second the little nickname graced your ears, your face grew hot. Dove? Well that was certainly new. You try to play it off, but you simply can’t. Even as you return to your room, busy yourself with various interests or hobbies, his soft tone rings in your ears. After a while, you find yourself at his door, gently knocking. He opens it, seemingly not surprised by your presence, and invites you in. You walk over to his bed, which is a lot bigger than you expected, although you should’ve probably seen that coming. The guy was huge, after all.
“So, I heard you insisting to the boss man to keep me as your partner. You know, some people could take that as a sign that you fancy me, Jack.”
You’re talking out of your ass, genuinely just saying whatever comes to your mind, putting it in a teasing tone to hopefully avoid a negative reaction. However, the reaction you expect doesn’t come. Instead, Jack glances over at you, and genuinely laughs. Now, you expected that much, but you didn’t expect him to have clocked you.
“You say this as if you have been hiding your little infatuation with me these past few days.”
You were caught off guard by his statement, unable to suppress an uneasy laugh, your heart beating a bit faster at the response he gave. Shit, you made it that obvious? The more you analyzed your own actions, the more you realized how painfully obvious you had been. You would’ve been more shocked if he hadn’t realized your behavior towards him. Still, you couldn’t just admit to it, you had to at least attempt to play off your interest in the demon before you.
“Oh please, I think you’re projecting there, Jackie.”
Your response elicited another laugh from Jack as he stood before you, basically looming over you. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he slowly crouched down in front of you, now eye level with you. You felt your face warm as he gently tilted your head to focus on him, careful with his claws to avoid hurting you.
“You know, your admiration is so puzzling, dove. You don’t even know what I look like.”
His words throw you off of your initial plan to pretend like he was wrong. Clearly he was well aware of your feelings, even if you disagreed, but the real reason you were so willing to accept to defeat was his immediate reaction that his appearance was a deterrent. You frown at his words. Yeah, it’s true, you hadn’t seen under the mask, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t develop an interest in him for what vision you had painted to lie beneath the surface. In fact, you never even tried to picture him without that mask on, even when thinking over him.
“Wha- your looks don’t change anything! I’d still be infatuated with you, even if I did know what you looked like!”
Jack’s head tilted knowingly, and you could practically feel him smiling behind the mask after your answer. You initially thought it was because he was comforted by your words, although he established that to not be the case with his next statement.
“So you are infatuated with me after all?”
You cursed under your breath at his little ruse to get you to admit so easily, and he laughed again, standing up. You glared at him, crossing your arms. The words left your lips before you entirely thought them through.
“Okay, so not fair! You can’t weaponize your face to get me to admit shit to you! I should get to see how you look now!”
You didn’t really think he would take the mask off, you were just spewing words to form some form of rebuttal. However, you were caught off guard by his hand snapping the clasp of his mask off, tilting his head forward and letting the mask drop into his hand as he looked at you.
Obviously, the first thing you noticed were his eyes- or, well, lack there of. You already knew that, he wasn’t called Eyeless Jack for nothing, but you hadn’t expected them to look how they did. You expected the sockets to look creepier, but they were just sort of black pits, not nearly as bad as you expected. You knew his skin was gray, but he had little specks of slightly darker gray scattered across his face. They were little freckles- how cute. You stood up, walking a bit closer to admire them. Despite his unease at your reaction, he crouched down to you when you approached him, letting you run your fingers over the bridge of his nose, over his cheekbones, down his jawline. You seemed completely entranced by what he deemed his monstrous appearance. While you couldn’t deny he looked more creature than man, you found yourself weirdly drawn to it. You offered him a soft smile, gently cupping his face.
“You’re so pretty, Jack.”
You hummed softly, eliciting a confused “hm” in response from Jack. When he spoke, you got a good look at his teeth, sharp as shit. Furthermore, you noticed yet another unique figure of his- he had three tongues. You were a bit ashamed to admit that your first thought in response to seeing them was how helpful those would be later on down the line.
“Pretty? You certainly are a unique character, dove.”
You smiled at his words, and gently kissed his forehead, establishing that you weren’t deterred by his appearance at all. He returned this gesture by capturing your lips with his, kissing you carefully. You let out a soft, surprised hum into the kiss, which was followed by an equally surprised yelp when he picked you up so that he could stand up and no longer strain his neck, back, or knees bending down or crouching. You were a good bit shorter than him, after all. You responded by wrapping your legs around his body, to ensure he didn’t drop you, not that you were worried about that too much. When you pulled back, your face was flushed, and you were a bit out of breath, which earned a chuckle from Jack once again. Despite his initial concern with you being romantically interested in him, he found himself strangely content having found someone to share a bond with. If you were willing to try out this relationship with something like him, maybe he could manage allowing himself to accept your feelings.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I gotta make a fanfic about my boy
TW: Mentions of killing, suggestive content
Dividers Here
Toby had a rough mission. That wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, missions typically sucked. However, Toby struggled with solo missions particularly. He hated being alone for long periods of time, they make him paranoid, and now that he had a partner, he was worried about being hurt and not realizing it, coming home and worrying his beloved. He basically rushed back to the manor, wanting nothing more to collapse into your arms and forget about the rough day he had. The moment he got through the front door, he rushed upstairs, basically shoving the door to your shared bedroom open. His heart immediately sank when the bedroom was empty. However, he couldn’t really begin to spiral before your arms wrapped around his waist from behind him.
The second he felt your arms, smelled your perfume, and heard the soft sound of your voice, he felt like he could collapse. The mission had drained him, his tics were acting up the whole day, and he just felt terrible. You moved to hold his hand, gently pulling him into the bedroom. You could see from the look in his eyes that he was exhausted, which you expected. You quickly surveyed him, checking for visible injuries. You gently held one of his hands, keeping your grip light enough for him to pull away during a tic if he needed to. You look up at him, gently tugging his goggles up on top of his head to see his face while checking on him.
“Are you hurt at all?”
Toby started to shake his head no, but his tics had other plans. His head snapped to the side, his neck cracking. Before he fell into a tic attack, he froze and took a deep breath to try to avoid falling into a string of constant tics over and over. He looked back at you, visibly frustrated by his tics.
“I don’t think so, no.”
You nod, and gently guide him to the bathroom. You had expected him back home soon, so you had fixed him a bath already. He felt a wave of relief and appreciation wash over him, and he immediately relaxed more. He tugged his muzzle off, letting it hang around his neck as he kissed the top of your head.
“Thank you Liebling.”
You chuckle and nod softly, listening to the soft clicks and whistles he made while ticking. You left him to wash up, and went ahead to grab the first aid box sitting up on the shelf. You could almost bank he had gotten hurt and hadn’t realized it, he practically always did. With the first aid box closer in reach, you contemplated going back to reading and waiting for him to be done with his bath, but you had been doing that since he told you he was on his way back home. So, instead, you decided to mess with him a little. You went over to his dresser and grabbed his shirt, peeling your own pajama shirt off. It was a bit bigger on you compared to him, which was fine. You then decided to tidy up the room, but move everything just slightly off of how he usually fixed it. He wouldn’t notice immediately, until he went to grab something off instinct and it wasn’t exactly where he put it. It was small enough, you knew it would annoy him, but not genuinely upset him. By the time you were done, he walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel.
“Hey, I forgot to um- scheiße- stupid bitch- grab clothes.”
His eyes met yours, and he realized the change in outfit very quickly. He couldn’t help himself from smiling slightly at the sight. Man, you were such a sight for sore eyes, just seeing you almost made going on the mission worth it, if not for the fact that you would’ve been here regardless. He walked a bit closer, hands resting on either side of your thighs as you sat on the bed. You looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow, poking at a spot on his chest, still damp and warm from his bath.
“I thought you didn’t get hurt, Tobes.”
He looked down at what you were pointing at, and let out a soft laugh. It was a minor scrape, probably from the victim shoving his own hatchet back at him, nothing even major. He had came home with giant gashes before, a scratch was nothing. He shook his head and walked over to grab boxers and a pair of pajama shorts to change into while he entertained your playful concern.
“It’s just a scratch, meine liebe.”
He chuckled softly. Even if it was in a playful way, he couldn’t help that his heart fluttered at your concern. He had grown accustomed to not having people care about him outside of necessity for missions, so he grew to crave your care, so much so that he had been more mindful of what he’s doing to avoid being seriously injured and upsetting you. Once he was dressed, he returned to stand in front of you, although you had other plans. You gently grabbed his arms and pushed him down onto the bed, to which he obeyed and plopped down without question.
“Nope, don’t care what it is, you still got hurt, now I gotta bandage you up.”
As Toby opened his mouth to protest, you climbed up into his lap, which immediately shut him up. His hands moved to rest on your thighs as he watched you rummage through the kit, looking for Neosporin and a bandaid. Suddenly, this scratch was the sole reason for all his wounds and he was in desperate need of your care. In fact, this scratch had single-handedly surpassed his CIPA and now he was in such devastating pain.
“Oh, I can’t believe I didn’t feel it sooner. I’m in such agony, baby, such horrible pain.”
He whined dramatically, his hands softly sliding up to rest on your hips, his forearms resting against your thighs. He watched you patch up his chest, a hot pink hello kitty bandaid to top it all off, which he obviously repped with pride. As you were putting everything back into the box, because the bandaid box and Neosporin had been underneath everything, Toby’s neck popped again, and his thigh jolted up underneath yours, damn near throwing you into the floor as his fist collided with his thigh. If he hadn’t been holding onto your hips, you probably would’ve just been ejected off of his lap. However, before he could get worked up, you cracked a joke.
“Well damn Tobes, you could’ve just told me you wanted me up, I would’ve moved.”
Despite his initial annoyance of his tics interrupting his time with his partner, he laughed softly. He tugged you back up onto his lap better, pulling you to sit up higher on his lap so that if that happened again, you wouldn’t almost fall in the floor.
“You know, you’re just so bad at taking hints.”
Toby responded playfully, giggling a little at his own little sarcastic joke. Once he hiked up back up where he wanted you, he rested his head against your chest, his shoulders sagging as he relaxed. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, admiring how he basically just melted into your touch. You felt his hips shift under you, and you raised an eyebrow, about to tease him about being needy, when you heard your name called downstairs. Seems you were needed elsewhere. Toby immediately glared at the door, as if his look alone could strike dead whoever or whatever bothered him right now. You chuckled and tilted his head up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“I ought to go see what Brian needs, baby. I’ll come back up in a minute, okay?”
Despite his pout, you got up and walked out, going to see what it was you were needed for. Toby really hoped the next victim Brian had fell on him for inconveniencing him like this.
TW! Descriptions of death, gore, Jack discusses eating someone!
Part 1 Part 3
The two of you had been walking for what felt like forever. While Jack could maneuver through these woods effortlessly, you had a little more trouble than he did, which caused him to have to fall behind a bit to make sure he didn’t lose you out here. Once you got into the clearing, you could make out the shape of a large building through the trees. These woods housed several abandoned structures that had slowly been shifted around through the years. Slender’s woods operated very uniquely, as you had learned over the time you had been working for it. The woods operated outside of time and space, functioning on its own laws rather than the laws of nature and physics. Those who resided in the woods could navigate it no problem, but outsiders popping in to camp or explore never made it back out, they couldn’t. No one had ever successfully escaped Slenderman’s damnation, even if they escaped the killer. They’d never leave the woods, that was the lands design.
You examined the building as you approached, trying to make out what it used to be. The wilderness had reclaimed it, vines growing up the structure’s stone architecture, shattered windows decorated in small flowers, and you could only imagine the amount of small animals and birds that had rummaged around and made themselves at home. It seemed that your confusion had caught Jack’s attention, as you heard his low voice quietly beside you, not quite a whisper, but close enough to it.
“It was a hospital.”
Intrigued, you looked over at him, expecting him to elaborate further. Unfortunately, the elaboration never came, leaving you with questions. How did he know that, exactly? Had he been inside of here before? However, you knew it wasn’t the time to ask questions. You two had a job to do, that’s what you were here for. Apparently, some homeless people had decided to hunker down in here, and Slender needed them gone.
Stepping into the hospital, the first thing that struck you was that it wasn’t dirty enough. Obviously it wasn’t pristine, but it looked relatively maintained. Not a few homeless people pushed away fallen ceiling to make themselves a bed, but rather like someone had actually came through here and swept up the floors of the debris from the collapsing floors above, took time to dust, actually wiped down counters and cabinets. Hell, some of this still looked in use. Even as confusion racked through your brain, you didn’t speak or mention anything to Jack. After all, you two still had the element of surprise, for now. You kept your eyes peeled as Jack quietly stalked beside you. You couldn’t help but notice that, despite his large frame, his footsteps were silent. Well, almost silent, you could make out soft pats of his shoes on concrete if you really listened for it.
You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of something scraping in the room across from you both. Jack stopped in his tracks and you grabbed your weapon, preparing for someone to step out or step into view. Unfortunately, whoever decided to set up shop had already known the two of you were there, as you felt a throbbing pain in your ribs from behind you. Luckily for you, the person hadn’t thought to grab something to stab you, so it was just a relatively painful punch. You swung back, effectively elbowing the person in the nose and knocking them back. Once you got a good look at the person, you could tell he was on something. He was a very skinny man, horribly kept hair and stubble that seemed like he might’ve shaved recently and just did a really bad job at it. However, his eyes were blown wide, bloodshot and pupils dilated. He swung at you again, to which you dodged, but your weapon was knocked from your hands, and slid under a table nearby. As you dodged again, your foot bumped into something, a metal pipe. You grabbed it and swung, colliding with the man’s head and slamming it into the broken down water pipes of the building. You heard a crunch as he fell to the ground, and you cringed. Yeah, you had killed before, but that one you kinda felt bad for. Not necessarily because you felt bad for the guy, but because you could almost feel how that would’ve hurt. You shook your head to expel that thought and turned to where Jack was, although he was gone now. You had been so caught up in your own fight, you didn’t realize he went off to fight his own. You grabbed your weapon from under the table and walked to try to find Jack.
You looked in the room that the noise had been made in, and took a note of the few drops of blood on the concrete. You gathered that whoever was in here happened to be the one Jack caught, and seemed to have fled, probably upstairs, since you hadn’t bumped into anyone. Following the trail that the other victim so graciously provided you, you made your way up the stairs, listening for the sounds of struggling or screaming. Despite hearing nothing, you could gather Jack had killed her on this floor. Blood was splattered everywhere, and there was a track where Jack must’ve drug her body somewhere. You followed, figuring you and Jack should probably start making your way back home pretty soon, and stumbled upon one of the grosser sides of Jack that you liked to not think about.
Upon entering the doorway of the room Jack had occupied, he had the victim, who you could now see was a woman, also seemingly under the influence based on the same look in her eyes, up on an operating table. Well, that explained why this place still looked somewhat functional, and why Jack knew what this was. He was probably angry someone had wandered into his territory, hence why they got the mission. He had cut the victim open and was surveying her organs, checking to see if any were healthy enough to be appetizing to him. The sight made you a bit grossed out, you weren’t really one to dissemble or gut your victims, you just got them taken care of and left. So, his methods were a bit gross, in your opinion.
However, in an attempt to lot look at the grotesque display on the operating table, you realized Jack’s mask was off. You hadn’t seen him with his mask off yet, similar to how you hadn’t heard his voice until yesterday. Man, he was just warming up to you more and more here recently! Or he was getting ready to eat you. You really hope it wasn’t that second one. As you approached, Jack heard and immediately turned away, shielding his face until his mask was back on. Maybe he wasn’t warming up as much as you wanted him to. No matter, you wouldn’t rush him. You didn’t want to negate the progress you already had made.
“Sooo, I’m guessing this is your area.”
He nodded, staying quiet once more, but you gathered it was to focus on his operation this time, not because of you. You bounced on the balls of your feet, watching the way he moved with such precision. It was kinda cool, although still just really gross. You made a quiet popping sound with your mouth before speaking again.
“It’s nice, I like it! Cleaned it up good!” You took a brief pause before glancing at the victim once more. “Finding anything good in there, or…?”
Jack shook his head and stood up, his hands and shirt bloodied.
“Unfortunately not. Most organs probably needed transplants anyway, almost all were shutting down and ruined.”
He seemed particularly angry about this, this probably ruined his plans for dinner. However, your focus landed on him as he turned to look at you. His mask had flecks of blood flicked onto it, probably from his surgical incisions. His neck had drips of blood running down onto the shirt he had on. You could’ve sworn he had a hoodie on before you two had gotten here. That’s when you noticed the pile of blue fabric in the corner, drenched in blood with tears in the sleeves and a large cut in the torso portion, probably around his mid stomach. Returning your gaze to him, you took note of his gray skin darkened with maroon blood, and the black shirt with darker patches everywhere. Your eyes trailed his arms, not realizing how big he was under that hoodie. You had thought, originally, that the hoodie he wore was just big. No, actually, he was just big. However, in the midst of your ogling, you realized the dark liquid dripping down from his shirt, dripping onto the concrete. It wasn’t blood- well, it wasn’t the victim’s blood, human blood wasn’t that dark. Realizing, you quickly walked over to him.
“Shit- Jack! You’re hurt! Fuck- did she cut you?- that was a dumb question, obviously she cut you.”
You began quietly muttering to yourself as you gently tugged his shirt up to see how badly he had been cut, not realizing that you were immediately touching him and dragging his shirt up without asking him if it was okay, and he was probably the last person to do that to. You trailed your finger under the wound, trying to gauge how deep it was. You heard a low grunt from him, and you realized probably hurt. You glanced up at him, giving him a concerned look.
“Sorry- sorry. It looks really deep, Jack, you need stitches for it.”
Before he could even get a word out, you rushed over to his operating table and grabbed the needle and thread he had for the victim. You looked around for something to sterilize it, and found alcohol pads sitting out. You grabbed one and cleaned off the needle before rushing over and gently touching his stomach again. You looked up at him once more.
“I’m really sorry if this hurts, Jack.”
You give a quick apology before beginning, trying your best to avoid hurting him too badly. Jack watches you in silence, and contemplates telling you that you don’t have to, that it’ll heal on its own just fine, or that he was more than capable of doing it himself, but he elected not to. Instead, he placed both clawed hands on the operating table to hold himself up as he watched you work. You were actually pretty decent at stitching. Of course, it was rushed, and a little messy, but it wasn’t terrible. If he wasn’t available, you could stitch someone up well enough until he returned. He admired your work as you did it, taking in your focused, worried expression. Your concern amused him. He was flattered, don’t get him wrong, but he also knew the cut didn’t mean much of anything to someone like him. Regardless, he appreciated your efforts in patching him up. You wrapped the stitches afterwards, so that he wouldn’t catch them on anything by accident, and then stepped back.
“There you go-.” Jack got to witness the shift in your expression from concern to mortification as you realized you had just basically felt him up without asking him once. At all. “Holy shit Jack I am so so sorry! I don’t know what came over me-”
Jack’s low grumble of a chuckle cut you off, and he shook his head, shrugging as he pulled his shirt back down, covering the wound you so kindly bandaged.
“No need to apologize. I appreciate that you were concerned enough for me to care for my injury. Thank you, [name].”
You nod, face a bit red from embarrassment. You notice his torn up hoodie, and grab it for him, examining the rips and cuts in the fabric. None are too bad, you figure you could probably stitch it up for him.
“Hey Jack? If you want, I could fix your hoodie for you! It’s actually not in as bad of shape as I thought it would be, it’s pretty easy to fix!”
Jack glances over his shoulder at you, taking in the large jacket resting in your arms. You’d truly offer to spend your free time to fix something of his? Jack wasn’t necessarily used to having someone care enough about him to offer to take care of something of his. It meant more to him than he was comfortable expressing.
“If you wouldn’t mind to, I would appreciate it. Thank you.”
You smile and nod, walking along with Jack back towards the mansion. You trace your finger over the cuts of the hoodie, thinking about stitching the hoodie up. Your mind slowly drifts to Jack when he was covered in blood, when your fingers graced over his abdomen while stitching him up. Obviously, you knew he was strong, but you hadn’t realized just how much muscle he had until today. You could still practically feel his soft skin beneath your fingertips. You don’t even realize Jack wasn’t trying to get your attention until you straight up walk into him. He stares down at you, and you can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed.
“Uh- sorry? What’s up?”
He shakes his head and chuckles quietly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I asked if you were okay.”
You let out a nervous laugh, your face heating up in embarrassment as you nod.
“Uh, yeah- I’m good, thanks man.”
He lets out a soft huff of amusement, and walks back into the mansion, wishing you a good night and returning to his room. You quickly rush back to your own room, mentally slapping yourself for embarrassing yourself now twice in front of Jack. You put his hoodie on your desk to wash and stitch back up before taking a shower to wash the embarrassment and muck from the mission earlier. Maybe you’d sleep it off and you’d manage to get through an interaction with Jack without embarrassing yourself. You could hope, at least.
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After several failed missions, you found yourself partnered with Jack, marking you at the bottom of Slenderman’s pawns. Now, Jack was nowhere near the bottom, deemed one of the best hunters and the only medic that the mansion had. However, being his partner for missions was essentially being on trial. One more mishap, and you were food. Luckily for you, your missions have began to improve, probably out of fear of being eaten.
Jack wasn’t as bad as you had been nervous about. He was menacing and unnerving, but once you got accustomed to his mannerisms, he wasn’t too bad. However, he did have one little aspect that drove you a bit insane. He didn’t speak, not once, but rather, he communicated through head movements. His quiet nature had inadvertently made you pick up an old habit you had- talking to yourself out loud.
Now, when you talked out loud, it wasn’t just quiet muttering a word or two while you thought. No, when you talked out loud, you explained what or why you were doing what you were doing, mapping out your thought process verbally rather than just keeping it in your head. You narrated your actions as if your mind and body needed a verbal connection to work. Usually, in louder environments, your muttering was quiet enough to go undetected or stayed in your head, but with Jack’s silence, you began to forget that he’s around when you got too focused, causing you to talk excessively about your plans of action.
Another mission had landed in your and Jack’s lap. Since it was further away, you both got a bit of time to pack and plan what to do to make it quicker. While packing, you started up with your rambling, unaware of Jack approaching your door.
“Alright, so, I have necessities packed, maybe I should look into the area… Yeah, yeah, that would be a good idea. Going out on these long missions are where I mess up anyway, I need to really focus…”
Your rambling continued as Jack monitored the frantic way you would randomly remember something and either throw it in the duffel bag or write it down in some elaborate plan that was way too complicated for the simplicities of this mission. It wasn’t breaking into a high end facility, which was probably a good thing with the amount of gaps in your sporadically designed plan. Unbeknownst to you, Jack’s curiosity had been piqued, and he was now looking over your shoulder at your master plan. When you turned to scramble over to your suitcase, you immediately bumped into his torso, and about knocked yourself down with the force in which you did so. Jack, of course, didn’t budge in the slightest. Startled, and a little bewildered, you shot your gaze up to his mask.
“Uh- the hell are you doing?? Why did you not think to give me a heads up there??”
You ask frantically, your heart taking a minute to slow back down to its previous steady beat. However, you are caught off guard by the sound of a man’s voice responding.
“Ah, my apologies. You seemed preoccupied with your own conversation, I didn’t want to interrupt.”
At first, you thought the tv had a really ironically timed piece of dialogue, until you registered the tv was off. Jack could speak. Jack just did speak. Are you hallucinating? He seemed to read your expression, eliciting a low, gruff chuckle from his chest.
Woah.
His voice, it was almost hypnotizing. He didn’t sound how you imagined. You imagined a strained, broken voice, almost like Sméagol from Lord of the Rings. Something creepy, eerie. Okay, his actual voice was more eerie than Sméagol, but still, you expected something less… oddly soothing. It was a shock, and more pleasant than what haunted your nightmares. You must’ve been staring for a minute, because a low rumble of your name startled you out of your thoughts. At least you hadn’t rambled those out loud.
“Uh- yeah? Sorry- I was just- my bad.”
He gave a quiet huff, and helped you up, pretty much effortlessly. When he started speaking again, you felt your face heat up. Why did he cause such a reaction from you? You chopped it up to the tone of his voice, that quiet purr in the base of his voice causing you to feel more comfortable, nothing more. You didn’t even know what he looked like under that mask, and rumor had it, you didn’t want to. Well, that was a lie, you did want to, everyone just gave you a horrific image on what it could possibly be. By the time you actually focused on him again, you realized you had zoned out the entire time he had been speaking, yet again. However, before you could apologize again, he grabbed your face with one hand, slightly dulled claws softly squishing your cheeks together in an attempt to catch your attention. If that wasn’t bad enough, he bent down to be closer to your eye level. Man, how tall was he again? He had almost crouched down in front of you, and he was still looming over you. Speaking of, you realized you should probably react to the fact that you had accidentally ignored him twice.
“Heh- uh- my bad..?”
Jack seemed unamused, and softly squeezed harder. He was careful not to hurt you, but you knew he could. After all, that’s why you two were partners, right?
“Listening this time?”
You nodded softly, making sure to focus on his words.
“We leave tomorrow, make sure you have what you need. Your plan won’t work, but I appreciate the effort. Just follow my lead, got it?”
You nod slowly, and he releases your face and bids you goodnight, before gently shutting the door. You’re now left with extremely conflicted feelings for who is basically the role of your executioner if you mess up, and completely thrown off your train of thought.
Man, this may end up being a mess.
I REALLY HOPE THAT WASN’T BUTT BOOTY BUNS GUYS, THIS IS KINDA MY FIRST TIME WRITING FANFIC FOR THE PEOPLE 💔
Hi guys!! If I were to start writing, what content would you guys be interested in reading? I’ll probably stick with Creepypasta characters since that’s what I’m focused on right now, but I’d be interested in writing SMAUs, headcannons, fanfic, etc! I’m okay with fluff, smut, a little angst, but obviously no incest, pedophilia, things of that nature, obviously. Just let me know if anyone has any ideas they’d like to suggest!
