Sock has been bugging our favorite fake blonde for months now, who hasn't lifted a finger to "punch his own ticket". Eventually giving up, the two grow closer as time passes. The only problem is, Sock still has a job and being in love with one of his human counterparts isn't making this job any easier. Will he be able to prove himself to his boss and cherish his newfound love?

So yeah, here's another Yaoi story! This time it's about one of my personally favorite ships, sock x Jonathan from the YouTube series "welcome to hell" because I realized that not many people know of this ship, and I'm frankly tired of explaining the ship as well as the story to everyone!

This is how I'd want things to happen so sorry if it sucks. And I uh- hope you somehow enjoy.

Jonathan finds out what Sock did to become a demon. (Welcome to Hell)

living au where sock is critically ill and dies by Jonathan's side. triggerwarning for death

Sockathan porn honestly

Sockathan fan fiction. Jesus Christ I love this pairing.

A boy that wears a purple shirt and a cool as hat would never to be though to be a killer and sleep murder his own mom and dad. But the world is fucked up so he did. Being a 15 is hard for someone alive. But being 15 and a demon is even harder. Especially when your victim your haunting is more then a victim to you.

Saying that a boy is your biggest problem sounds shallow, so you won't. But god, do you want to. long-distance sockathan trash sock's alive, jon's his best friend / target of unrequited affection. all of the angst and internal conflict for the small gay demon boy!! the characters and welcome to hell as a whole belong to erica wester ( you should check it out if you have no idea who any of these people are ) im just a fan who loves heartbreaking angst

Sock Sowachowski isn't your average kid. He just killed his parents.. in his sleep. Now of course, most people would be perhaps a little shaken up after having just accidentally sleep-murdered their parents. But Sock was not most people. See, Sock had been struggling with the overwhelming desire to kill things all of his life. You could say he had some mildly homicidal tendencies. No, what made Sock so uneasy, is what he'd have to do next. "Well old friend, never thought I'd find myself at your business end. Hm.. last words? Eulogy? I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's not like anyone's listening or watching me right now." "Welcome to Hell, would ya like a hand?"