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Valentine's Day Special- EJ x Reader

AlexEmmit02 this is dedicated to you. Have a nice fucking Vday. >:|

I fucking hate Vday. But I'm writing this for you lovesick bastards. -_- Be happy. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone to write you bitches something fluffy.

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Valentine's Day. The worst day of the year. In your and a certain eyeless man's opinion.

You hated Valentine's Day with a fiery burning passion. It was the only day of the year when you are reminded that you are single. Constantly.

The sight of a couple holding hands and giving each other pet names while they walked through the park was enough to make you sick. Any other day, you simply wouldn't care. But today, you had unconTROLLable urge to rip them to shreds.

HOMESTUCK FOR LIFE BYTCHES!! Micayla. Calm the fuck down.

Instead of losing your goddamned mind out walking in (town or city of your choice), you decided to visit your good friends. The pastas.

Yes, you know the creepypastas. After a run-in with the infamous, pain in the fucking ass Jeff the Fucking Dickhead that Never Leaves You the Fuck Alone Anymore Killer, and by somehow miraculously kicking his scrawny ass, you were invited by Slenderman to meet the pastas and potentially become a pasta. You respectfully declined.

And by respectfully, I mean you kicked some major fucking ass just to make a point for them to leave you alone. Yeah, sure you hated the gymnastics and martial arts classes your parents forced you to attend, but sometimes both skills were pretty damn good to know and use at the same time. Who knew you could do those wicked awesome splits in midair and land perfectly fine a nanosecond later! Not the pastas!

You had left with only a few minor battle wounds and some wicked cool scars that demanded respect from others.

Anyway, you made your way into the woods near (town or city of your choice) in search of that stupid Telewell.

You found it. After a few hours of searching that is. You closed your (e/c) eyes and took a deep breath. This was only the third time using the Telewell. The first time you used it, you received a massive headache the second it spat you out, you spoke nothing but gibberish for a few hours, and you kept tripping over your own two feet. The second time was the same result, but wasn't as bad as the first.

Pushing aside those painful memories, you grunted and dropped into the well, thinking hard about that stupid Slender Mansion. Your body dropped into the thicker-than-water, light blue, ooze-like substance.

Time began to slow around you as you entered the Neither Realm. The Neither Realm is the realm between the Over and Under realms. It was also were the mansion was located.

You felt like you were falling, falling into oblivion. To many people, this feeling would scare them. It'd make them see things that weren't there. The well would spit them right back out into the Over Realm, into a different town or city. You, on the other hand, were given permission to use this well and any other Telewell on earth. You would never be scared of this old thing. When you fell into it, the ooze-like substance would incase your body and give you a nice, blissful feeling. It was heaven to the insane and the privileged.

But, all good things must come to an end, and as quickly as it came, the feeling of bliss washed away as you were thrusted from the top of the well into the grassy area around it.

Your jeans and (f/c) hoodie were dry and clean from the ooze. You sighed. And the headache started. You groaned and crouched down, holding your (h/c) haired head in both your hands.

You squeezed your eyes shut and silently counted to ten. This method of subduing headaches has worked for you since you were a little girl, and now, even at age 22, it still works.

Once you managed to control your headache- it still hurt like hell- you stood up and staggered your way to the mansion, which you could see in the distance.

*time skip brought to you by Fine Again by Seether*
I'm listening to that song at the moment.

You at your tired ass on the couch in the living room. Damn, you can't gauge distance well, and that search through woods for the Telewell killed you.

"Hey (Y/n). How are you?"

You growled. You liked this pasta, mostly because he seemed more interesting than the rest. But, to all people you like, you were rude and blunt to him.

"Stuff cuz cat shit marzeltoff lotus!" You growled. EJ chuckled. "Sorry, can't understand you. You're speaking gibberish again."

You can hear him smirking! You frowned. "Muppet storm DJ!" you yelled, slapping his arm. His response was him laughing and sitting beside you on the couch.

"Nope. Still can't understand~!" EJ sang. You growled again and pushed away from him. "Topo dinter show knee!"

What happened next, no one could have guessed.

You yelped, blushing a light shade of pink. "EJ! Get off!" Finally! You received your proper voice! But that doesn't matter, what matters is the fact that Eyeless Jack was wrapped around your waist, nuzzling into your side.

"No!" The eyeless man sang as he held you tighter. "You are mine today. No one else's, only mine!" You blushed more and sank into the couch. "W-what are you d-doing?!" you squeaked. EJ hummed, but didn't let go.

"I love you, (Y/n). I always have. Since the moment I saw you~" he sang. This caused your usual (s/c) face was flushed a bright, bright, bright, BRIGHT red.

You didn't know what to say, so you just stroked his unruly dark brown hair, your (e/c) eyes darted around the empty room. You wouldn't tell, but secretly loved him too. His jokes were funny, you never minded his eating habits, and he was one of the few pastas that actually found you badass.

"I l-l-love you t-t-t-too, J-Jack," you whispered. You hugged his shoulders, but he moved his arms so he was hugging you to his chest. He placed his chin on the top of your (h/c) haired head.

You felt him relax as you nuzzled into him.

You loves him. And he loved you. Maybe you can learn to love Valentine's Day after all?

*time skip*

Jeff walked into the living room holding a red solo cup, stumbling and hiccuping. The asshole stared at you, you stared at him.

"Leave me alone you asshat," you growled. Jeff chuckled. "EJ's *hic* drunk. *hic* Know that *hic* right?"

You groaned. Of course. EJ wouldn't say anything like that to you if he was sober.

But you have come to know EJ is an honest drunk.

Vday just got more interesting, and it's only 10 in the morning.

~End~

1170 words. Longest chapter.

HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINE'S DAY. I HATE YOU ALL UNTIL 9PM TONIGHT. D:<