Hostage | Eyeless Jack x Reader

Moved at Gunpoint

(Y/n) sprinted full speed to her front door when she heard Hank's thundering knock. She unlocked the deadbolt, tore it open, and gave a relieved smile to the bundled up man on the other side.

"Woah-ho-ho, kiddo!" Hank exclaimed, stepping back a bit, "It's just me and the truck, calm down."

(Y/n) sighed, running the fingers of her unimpaired arm through her tousled hair. She leaned on the doorway, peeking behind Hank to his delivery truck, of which sat purring and sputtering in her snow-dusted front lawn. As far as (Y/n) knew, Hank was the only one on her stretch of road that owned a truck. With the amount of money he made, monthly trips to and from Citadel or Markwood for gas weren't a financial problem.

Perched in the large bed of the silver pickup were the large metal poles she had ordered, as well as the gate. She had to admit, they were all larger than she had expected, but she guessed that it was for the better. The less room between those poles, the less room Jack had to swipe those claws and scalpel at her.

"Sorry," muttered (Y/n), now turning her gaze towards her neighbor, "It's been a long day."

"Well, come on out," Hank said, gesturing widely to her to accompany him, "You can tell me about it if you want to help me unload the truck."

(Y/n) hurriedly shoved on her mud-caked boots, not bothering to lace them up, and shuffled outside, the frostbitten grass crunching underfoot. Hank had already made his way to the tailgate and pulled it down, and was currently struggling to yank out the fencing he had packed into the bed.

"I thought you weren't one for gossip," (Y/n) grinned as she rounded the side of the truck, grabbing the middle of the pole Hank was pulling at.

Hank snorted, his breath fogging out like a light frost.

"I'm not, so don't you go confusing me with my Kimmy," he stated, removing his hand from the pole to wag a mittened finger at her, "But you look like you need someone to talk to, and I'm not about to leave you out here in the cold."

Soon after he had finished his sentence, Hank did a quick double-take at his much younger neighbor. The confused and worried look that washed over his face startled (Y/n), and she soon returned it.

"What?"

Hank sputtered behind his mustache for a moment, gesturing wildly to (Y/n)'s figure.

"Where's your coat?"

(Y/n) looked down, seeing that she was only dressed in her usual clothes, with only a jacket thrown over to hide her bitten arm. Sure, she was cold, but she had torn and tossed her only coat and couldn't afford a new one.

"Lost it," She lied, shrugging in a nonchalant manner.

Hank puffed for a moment, his large chest expanding and falling a couple times as his eyes darted around in thought. After a few huffs, he grunted, reaching up to his collar.

"Here."

Hank held out his large, thick work coat, of which he had slipped off of his own shoulders. (Y/n) stared out at it in shock, jaw open yet no words came out.

"Take it," urged Hank, shaking the coat a little, "You'll catch your death out here."

Now it was (Y/n)'s turn to sputter and stammer. It took her a few moments to for her brain to catch up with her mouth before she was able to say,

"Won't you freeze, Hank?"

The large man let out a single, barking guffaw.

"Me?" He chuckled, "I'm a big man, (N/n), I can keep myself warm."