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About This Blog 🌹
This is where I post my creepypasta fanfics. I only write fics surrounding Jeff and Jeff ships. I will take requests!
Some ships I’ve already written are:
- Tim (Masky) x Jeff
- Lj x Jeff
- Toby x Jeff
- Ej x Jeff
Any fics with smut in them will have warnings
Feel free to ask any questions about my au’s, it makes my day 🌹
Most of my fics are titled after Alice In Chains songs.
I just pierced my smiley, if I wore silver I feel like I’d be Jeff the killer maxxing
How did you get introduced to the creepypasta fandom? I don’t care how embarrassing it is, I wanna hear it.
For me, it was a Jeff x Jane tribute vid. Just randomly recommended to me on YouTube in the 4th grade. I saw Jeff and 9 year old me was like “…oh? And who might this be?” Then from there I discovered the slender mansion and was never the same.
lowkey how I view Jeff 🥹
Whenever ppl draw Jeff as a metalhead im always like YESS MOREE GIVE ME MORE
" i hate slendermansion au it's so unreali-
IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE REALISTIC!!!
Guitar Strings & Coffee Dates (2/2)
Part 2 of my Female Jeff x Male Jack story. Joan needs a ride home, and Jack is more than happy to oblige.
“…so,” Greg slyly eyed his flustered roommate, “a study group, huh?”
“What? Oh,” Jack stripped himself of his hoodie and headed over to his dresser, “yeah, shit ran a bit late, sorry.”
Greg rolled his eyes and turned back to his laptop.
“Any…lucky ladies at this ‘study group’?” Greg prompted.
Greg could practically hear Jack freeze up.
“…no. It was just studying and shit.” A flush spread across Jack's face, “Why are you so dirty-minded?”
“Oh no reason, it’s just, y’know,” Greg spun around in his chair.
“The ol’ lipstick mark on your blushing cheek gives it away.”
Jack spun around and Greg tapped his own cheek with a pen. Jack brought his hand up and swiped it across his cheek.
Sure as shit, there it was. Smudged maroon lipstick.
“O-Oh,” Jack absentmindedly muttered as he stared at his hand, “that’s just…red marker.”
“Stop the bullshit bro,” Greg scoffed, “If you went out with a saucy lady you don’t gotta hide it,” Greg teased, shimmying his shoulders a bit to emphasize ‘saucy’, “You're a grown man, who cares?”
He’s got a point, why the hell did Jack even try to hide it?
“Yeah… I guess you've got a point.”
“So what’s her name?” Greg slyly asked and leaned in closer to Jack
Jack went over to his desk and flopped down in the chair, his roommate could be so nosy.
“…Joan,” Jack’s eyes wandered to Greg’s closet, his eyes lighting up when he saw his guitar in there.
“What?” Greg asked as he followed Jack's gaze, “ ‘s just my guitar?”
“Did you get that from the shop on 25th Street?”
“Uh..I believe so, why do you ask?” Greg was getting a bit tired of this odd secrecy.
“You know that cashier in there?” Jack asked, suddenly much more engaged, “The goth one?”
“Ohh yeah, she’s pretty fuckin’ hot, man” Greg reminisced, “I don’t know about you, but I’d bang her.”
Jack felt a flash of red-hot jealousy flood his veins for a brief second. Before he remembered that Joan probably doesn’t even know Greg exists. A lot of people don’t. Greg’s always just kinda there.
“So what?” Greg leaned back in his chair, “Is that the lady? Joan from the guitar store?”
Jack was about to reply before his phone buzzed.
It was Joan, and Jack felt his heart flutter.
“You gotta slow down bro,” Greg laughed, “she already got you smiling at her texts?”
“Oh shut up,” Jack murmured.
Joan had texted to inform Jack that her car had broken down outside of her apartment building. She made it home fine and would have to Uber to work the next morning. However, she miiiiight need him to help her get home.
Jack was a bit too excited to help and if he wasn’t so lovesick he might’ve been insecure about it.
“So do you and your giiirlfriend have another date planned?” Greg interrupted his thoughts.
“Fuck off,” Jack grumbled
Jack had never been so excited for 7pm to roll around. He thinks Greg made fun of him for it, but he didn’t remember. He was too busy cleaning out his car (for Joan).
Jack parked his car in the gravel parking lot and got out, feeling a bit too giddy considering the situation.
As Jack approached the guitar store he saw a figure sitting on the stairs out front. It was pouring rain too, who the hell would do that?
As he got closer, he realized he knew said figure.
“…Joan?” Jack asked, concern lacing his voice, “What happened?”
Joan stared ahead at the road, almost as though the words would sting her tongue when spoken.
“…my mom called me today.”
Jack really didn’t know what that entailed, however, based on Joan’s reaction it couldn’t be good.
“…Did you wanna talk about it in the car?” Jack offered, praying she would accept, “You’ll catch a cold out in this rain.”
Her hair was sopping wet and her clothes were soaked through. Her makeup practically gone at this point. She reeked of hair spray too, the fumes likely coming from the streams of water running down her hair
“…yeah, that’d be nice.”
Jack stripped his jacket off and draped it over Joan’s frail shoulders. Ignoring the chill he felt now that he was in nothing but jeans and a tank top.
Jack's priority was getting the car started and warmed up for Joan. The poor woman was now visibly shaking.
“So, it was your mom who called you?” Jack tried to get the ball rolling.
“Yeah,” Joan monotonously replied, keeping her eyes on the passing scenery, “I haven’t spoken to her in over 4 years.”
“How come?” Jack glanced at her before turning back to the road, “if you wanna tell m-“
“She kicked me out.”
Oh
Shit, Jack didn’t really know what to do with that.
“Turn here,” Joan reminded him, giving him time to think of a response.
“… Why was she calling you?” Jack
Joan sighed and started picking at her chipped black nail polish.
“I guess my uncle died or something; I never really knew him,” Joan sniffed, “She invited me to his funeral but her voice made it clear she didn’t want me there.”
“Why would she call you then?” Jack asked, before mentally smacking himself.
Jack was fortunate enough to grow up with good, functional parents. However, he knew many people who did not. And from listening to their rants, bad parents go to great lengths to guilt-trip their children.
“My brother probably made her,” Joan shrugged, “ ‘s not like I plan on going anyways. It’s be a waste of time.”
“Do you two get along at least?” Jack promoted.
“My brother? Yeah, we get along great,” Joan smiled, “I really miss him sometimes.”
“Does he live in town?”
“No, he lives down in Texas,” Joan’s eyes followed the raindrops racing down the window, “That’s where we grew up.”
“How did you get all the way to Maine?” Jack knew Texas was AT LEAST 30 hours away from Maine.
“…I mean,” Joan cleared her throat, “ ‘got kicked out and kinda ventured on until I got here I guess.”
Oh
Jack really didn’t know what to do with that. Joan had a lot more lore and baggage than he ever could have guessed.
It didn’t make him want her any less though.
“ This is the one,” Joan pointed out the window and to the nearby apartment complex.
Jack pulled his car up to the curb and watched Joan carefully. His concern grew when she didn’t move.
“…will you,” Joan started, however hesitated once the words left her mouth, “maybe stay with me? Just for a few hours?”
“Of course I will,” Jack replied, probably a bit too quickly.
Joan softly smiled at him before retrieving her keys
Joan’s apartment smelled of incense and lavender. An interesting combination that would definitely become one of Jack’s favorites.
She had a dog too. A large malamute that Jack was sure could easily overpower him and eat him if it felt like it.
However, when the two entered the dog seemed much more concerned with comforting Joan (leaning against her and begging for pets) than eating Jack.
Joan kneeled down to pamper the large dog with pets before leading Jack through her apartment.
“You can chill here while I change,” Joan pointed to her couch, “I’ll be right back.”
Jack awkwardly plopped down on her couch. He was secretly grateful that her dog had followed her, he had a feeling the dog would’ve eaten him if they were left alone.
About 5 minutes later Joan rounded the corner and sat down on the other end of the couch with a sigh.
“…sorry if this is weird for you,” Joan rubbed her temple, “I just…hate being alone when I feel like this.”
“No no no! It’s ok,” Jack reassured, “I’m just not too sure…I’m always kinda awkward in new houses.”
Jack laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. Leaving out the “especially when I have a crush on the owner” part.
“I get that,” Joan smiled, “I…really appreciate you staying with me. Even though we barely know each other.”
“It’s not a problem, really! I’ve been needing a break from my dumbass roommate anyway.” Jack smiled and rolled his eyes.
Joan laughed. And not her awkward or sad laugh, but a real one.
God, Jack’s heart fluttered so hard it felt like it was using his ribs as a xylophone. And the fact that HE made her laugh only fueled his fire.
“Well I’m glad I could help,” Joan rubbed her eye, “… Did you wanna watch a movie?”
Joan gestured to her TV,
“-sorry if you were expecting something…more? I just really needed the company and,”
Joan hesitated
“You’re kinda the only person I felt could help me.” Joan shyly admitted.
“I’ll do whatever you want to do, Joan.” Jack places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I hate seeing you upset.”
The two spend the rest of the night watching shitty comedy movies. Not Joan’s cup of tea but she needed to watch SOMETHING positive.
Her dog stayed rested on the floor near Joan’s feet. Seemingly have forgotten about the strange man his owner brought in.
At some point she had dozed off, her head of messy black hair gently resting on Jack’s shoulder.
He really hadn’t planned on staying all night. However, once Joan fell asleep on him, he knew he would rather die than disturb her.
uhm
Bro y’all remember that animation of Slenderman vs. Jeff with “Light ‘em up” by Fall Out Boy. That shit was wild. Ever since I watched that it has been solidified in my head that Jeff hates authority figures.
I know everyone Headcanons that Jeff stinks but I I wanna hear some GOOD smelling Headcanons. What are some GOOD scents you think Jeff would smell like? Please bro there’s gotta be some 🙏🙏🙏
just because you havent seen me post about The Character in a while doesn't mean i'm any less insane about them in private
hi. I love reading your fanfiction 👀. Can you write smth romantic or just a funny sketch with JeffEJ? (Btw do you write straight couples? I would really like to see (male)EJ X (female)Jeff from you 🙏) Thank you for your wonderful fanfiction, King/Queen!1
Sorry if I wrote something wrong, I'm using a translator 😔💔🥀
We’re killing two birds with one stone today! I now present to you - Female Jeff x Male Ej 🎉
I had actually been working on this draft for a while and this gave me the motivation to actually do something with it.
Guitar Strings and Coffee Dates (1/2)
Joan fondly rolled her eyes when she saw Jack approaching through the window. For weeks the med student had been regularly coming into the guitar shop Jenn worked at.
The first time he came in it was with a group of friends. Jack himself did not look too interested in the instruments and was clearly just dragged along.
While his blonde friend - Ben? Joan couldn’t remember - was yapping on about amps and strings, Jack’s eyes fell onto Jenn.
Joan was too busy ringing up a customer to notice at the time. However, Jack’s friend quickly took notice.
The next day Ben came in and bought a tuner. Whether or not he really needed it, Joan didn’t know. Because Ben seemed much more interested in informing Joan about his friend’s “little crush”.
“So, y’know my friend Jack right?” He had slyly asked
“Uh, maybe? What does he look like?” Joan absentmindedly replied while setting up the card payment system.
“He was here yesterday with me. Tall, brunette, brown eyes. Any of that ring a bell?”
“Oh yeah, that guy,” Joan remembered, “what about him?”
“A little birdie told me,” Ben started, Joan rolled her eyes, “that he has a tiny little crush on you.”
“W-What?” Joan stammered, a flush spreading across her face, “How would you fuckin’ know?”
“I’m his best friend, bro. You should be honored, y’know? All the ladies at his college want him” Ben slyly remarked, “Anyway, he’ll probably awkwardly stop by the shop a few times until he finally gets the balls to ask you on a date.”
With that, Ben grabbed the tuner and left, all before Joan even had the chance to reply.
He was such an…odd little man.
She watched as the brunette pulled the door open before stepping in. Jack’s eyes wandered around the room until they landed on Joan.
“Hey!” Jack’s eyes lit up, “I, uh, I didn’t know you were working today.”
“Oh, yeah, well,” Joan shrugged, “I’m kinda always here.”
The guitar shop was empty for the most part, as it typically was. It had been a very slow day
It was obvious that Jack didn’t frequent the store to actually purchase a guitar. Joan didn’t even think he played an instrument.
“Do you even know how to play the guitar?” Joan asked teasingly
“Uh, I mean,” Jack stammered, “a little, y’know?”
“Do you want lessons?” Joan offered
It was a shot in the dark. She had a feeling Jack would just turn her down and continue this little routine of theirs.
“Umm,” Jack hesitated, “not really…”
Jenn internally sighed
“But could we, I don’t know…maybe get coffee sometime?”
Joan perked back up, a smile creeping back onto her face.
“I was wondering when you were finally going to ask.” She smirked
“Yeah…” Jack flushed and scratched the back of his neck.
“Here,” Joan grabbed a sticky note and scribbled her number down, “here’s my number, let’s try and plan something.”
Joan winked at him as she slid it to Jack.
Jack nervously fidgeted with his hands. He has sat at a small table in the back of the coffee shop they had chosen.
It was relatively dark and quiet, and mostly, cheap.
Jack tried his best to dress nicely for Joan. Being a broke med student made it difficult but he made do.
“Made do” means a plain black shirt (with no stains!) and old dress pants.
“Jack?”
Jack's head shot up, and he felt his heart flutter at the sight of Joan.
She had clearly put so much more effort into her look. Her hair was voluminous and wavy, her eyeliner wasn’t smudged as it typically was, and her jeans had no tears in them (Jack didn’t even know she owned a pair like that.)
“U-Uh,” Jack stared like an idiot before mentally shaking himself, “yeah! I’m glad you made it!”
Jack awkwardly stood up and pulled Joan’s chair out for her.
“Oh, what a gentleman,” Joan laughed and took her seat.
The two sat in awkward silence for a few seconds before Jack finally broke it.
“You look beautiful, by the way.” He complimented, desperately trying to suppress his giddy grin.
“O-Oh!” Joan replied, a faint blush taking over her pale complexion, “Thank you. You don’t look too shabby yourself.”
Their waiter came to retrieve their orders, and shortly after the two got a more natural conversational flow going.
“You’re in med school?” Joan asked, “damn, good for you. I’ve heard that shits hard as fuck.”
“Oh it is, it sucks absolute dick. The workload is wild and I’m not even gonna get started on the price.” Jack rolled his eyes.
Joan laughed and Jack felt himself fall deeper for the alternative woman in front of him. He could listen to her laugh forever.
“Uh, so what about you?” Jack managed to speak through his admiration.
“I’ve wanted to do something with fashion design and art,” Joan began, “but what the hell can you do with that in this bum fuck mid-western town?”
“I think you’d make it big,” Jack said without even realizing it, “you’re pretty good at it from what I can tell.”
“You are such a charmer, y’know that?” Joan grinned and reached over to shove his shoulder.
By the time the two (soon-to-be love birds) were done with their awkward little date, the sun had long been gone.
“Let me walk you to your car,” Jack stated as he and Joan left the coffee shop.
“Oh, thank you. I appreciate it.” Joan tucked a strand of her raven hair behind her pierced ear.
Standing outside of Joan’s beaten-down jeep, Joan hesitated to open her car door.
“I had a great time tonight, Jack,” She turned around to say, “Thank you.”
“Of course!” Jack smiled, “Could I…see you again sometime?”
Joan huffed a laugh before leaning in to place a delicate kiss on Jack’s cheek.
“I don’t see why not.” Joan finally climbed into her Jeep, “Good night, Jack.”
“Y-Yeah…you too.” Jack stammered like a love-struck idiot.
He didn’t even realize he had red lipstick smudged on his face until his roommate teased him about it.
When you realize fanfic writers are just fanfic readers who couldn't find what they wanted to read 💀
This account turned 1 years old today! Crazy to think one year ago I was sitting at my shitty fast food job, quickly throwing this account together while we had no customers. I wanted somewhere to post my ao3 fics but never expected people to actually like them ❤️ love all of you 🌹
jeff the killer was a victim of a broken system
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meets his super awesome and hot cousin,
Elle Woods!!!
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I love fanon jeff the killer he’s so funny i hate him.
