Various Oneshots

Spooky month Jack x suicidal reader hurt/comfort

Authors note- Sorry about not posting the last few days as I kinda mentioned I have midterms and it's hell I hope you all enjoy!
Trigger warning- dark themes, suicidal thoughts, almost suicide attempt, lots of hurt and comfort
If anyone is having suicidal thoughts please tell someone please get help good things will come I promise but please get help
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She knew that she wasn't okay. She knew she needed help. And she knew that her mind was lying to her. Everything is really okay. She just didn't feel that way, which is okay. She understood that.

So why was it so hard to get help, to tell others she didn't trust herself right now? Her mind was screaming at her to go into the kitchen and grab a knife. How it would make all of this stop, and boy oh boy was it convincing.

She didn't want to die though, she just wanted the pain to stop. She wanted- no needed things to change. She wanted to be happy. She stood in the kitchen staring at the knife block.

She didn't even realize when she had set her hand on one of the handles. Each breath quicken in the slightest until she felt like she couldn't breathe. She was shaking and crying.

Quickly while she was still in the mindset to save herself, she let go of the knife. She quickly ran out her door slamming it behind her.

She runs down the street going to the only person who she thought actually cared. The cool rain was helping clear her mind a little and she began to overthink running to this person.

He would no doubt have to deal with a lot. Her now soaking clothes, her crying, and making sure she didn't end her life. She tries her best to shake the thoughts forcing her feet to move.

She finally got to his house. Her mind thinks of the worst-case scenario while she hesitantly knocked on the door. It took a while, the lights were on so he was home.

She shook and tried to halt her crying, she needed him to be here. She raised her hand to knock again when it opened.

Her boyfriend Jack opened the door with a smile, though it drops once he sees the state of his girlfriend.

"(Y/n)? Jeez come in you'll catch something." He says leading her inside. Once she was inside he brushes some wet hair out of her face.

"Your makeup was smeared by the rain." He chuckles. She was quick to shove her face in his chest. He smiles trying to lead her onto the couch.

"Are you cold? Here let me-" He cuts himself off when he began to feel her shake. Though it wasn't shaking like she was cold, these shakes started from her chest.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" She let out a muffled sob as she shook her head clinging to her boyfriend. Jack tightens his grip around her, he uses his semi-freed hand to rub small circles on her back.

"I-I was so-" She tried to sob out, and Jack shushed her in a comforting manner.

"Sweetheart whatever is happening it's okay, I'm going to help you through it." He rocks her trying to get her to calm down, so he could fully help.

"I know that you're overthinking but I need you to try your best to focus on me and where you are right now." She doesn't answer him at least not verbally.

She tried to start her grounding technique. She slightly moved her head, her panicked and pain-filled eyes darting around the room trying to find five things. She could see the wet spots on the floor from her, his couch, his tv playing a show she couldn't quite focus on, his shoes, and the front door. Now for feeling. She could feel his gentle rubs, her wet clothes, the warm air of Jack's house, and her tight chest. She could hear the tv, Jack's gentle voice, and her sobs slowly dying down. She smelled cat fur from Jack's fur baby, and Jack's dinner maybe? It smelled good whatever it was. And she could taste her salty tears as they rolled down her cheeks and down to her lips.

She pulls away after a moment and tries to wipe her face. She was still hiccuping and sniffling but it was a start. Jack pecked her cheek and took her hand carefully.

"Here sweetheart follow me." Jack leads her into his bedroom. He lets go of her hand so he can quickly go into the bathroom. He comes back out a moment later with a towel. He wraps it around his girlfriend, he smiles a little at her.

"You're very cute, even when sad. I'm jealous you know?" Jack chuckles trying to lighten the mood a little. Though it didn't work, (Y/n) couldn't believe she looked anything near cute right now. Jack smiles sadly and pecks her lips.

He pulls away again and goes over to his dresser, he opens a drawer looking through it.
"Do you want my cat shirt or my regular black one?"

"Cat one please." He nods and smiles grabbing it for her. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and boxers to go along with it.

"I don't want you getting sick." He says handing her the dry clothes. She takes them and looks towards the bathroom. She didn't want to be alone.

"Can you please just turn around? I don't want to be alone.." She says whispering the last part. Jack guess immediately what was wrong. He knew of her problems and she was shocked he still loved her.

He nodded. "Of course sweetheart."

He promptly turns around and waits for her to tell him she was done. He takes her wet clothes and stuffs them in his dryer, (Y/n) following after him.

Once he was done he carefully and very easily picked (Y/n) up and carries her to the couch. He sits down next to his sleeping cat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She moved her body so that she was sitting on Jack. She then nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck.

"Not yet, I just needed you." Jack nods and rubs her back.

"That's okay sweetheart, just let me know when you want to yeah?"
"Yeah."

Jack looked over to find his once-sleeping cat sitting and staring at Jack and (Y/n).

It meowed. (Y/n) turns her face and reaches her hand out to pet the cat. He purrs and nuzzles against her hand. Jack chuckles.

"He loves you so much." (Y/n) smiles. Jack pecks the top of her head. He grabs the remote and puts on something she would like.

Sure things did suck sometimes but times like these made her feel a lot better.