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It starts out a little self contained, maybe even slow; I was mainly focused on a few origin stories\introductions before I really STARTED anything. By now the main narrative has picked up and is going strong, hinting at greater things and such.

I have slowly been going back through the earlier pieces and re-editing them to give consistency to the dialogue and such while also just trying to clean up a few things.

I do hope some of y’all consider giving it a chance; I am always willing and excited to discuss the characters or the story and where it’s going [without spoilers of course].

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1694629

Don’t be afraid to message me, ask questions about how symbiote biology works, or just if you wanna talk about Cosplay or writing!

I’m just thinking of how crazy it would be to have that hero on your super hero team. Like, you go to headquarters in the morning, and it seems like everything’s normal. But then you go to fire off a one liner, and they say it at the same time as you. And suddenly you know. Something went wrong.

{Haha- Hi, @yourlocalsleepparalysisdemon :) this fic targets your simpieness. I am v mean}

Soft! EJ x Plus Size GN Reader Fluff

Jack was, well, weird. Not in the way you'd expect, however. He wasn't overly controlling or evil, no no. In fact, he was the exact opposite. A soft man, one who a person could be themselves around.

Of course, he had his more.. Animalistic habits. The way he'd always tilt his head whenever you showed him something, how he'd purr during the cuddle sessions between the two of you. Jack was almost always lending you something of his to wear- usually hoodies. Like a mother, Jack was always worried about you. So- in his mind, if you were wearing something of his, or smelled like him- people wouldn't bother you. It was his senting, or mark.

He was also ungodly tall, being 6'6-- but it always came to your advantage. You see, with Jack being a cannibal, he stayed out of the Manor often. So much so, that he had given away his bed in exchange for a king sized sleeping bag.

So here you were, cuddled up to the chest of a very clingy, very happy EJ. Jack didn't mind at all that you were on the larger side, in fact- he loved it. There was more of you to hold, more to love. You were his little pillow, after all. Jack took your insecurities and showed you that they were not something to be ashamed of, they made you who you were; a remarkable little human.

One of Jack's arms was placed on the curve of your back, the other raking through your hair ever so gently. It could've been the AC- but you swore Jack was purring. Usually, EJ never took off his mask. But when it was just the two of you, he never wore it.

And you took full advantage of it. Cupping his cheek in your palm caused the man to lean into your touch, much like a lost kitten. A slight grin came to his face as he gave your palm a light little nip, earning a squeak from you.

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