「 𝜗𝜚 」 COLLEGE STUDENT. black. early 20s. bratty sub n cute, nanamis stress reliever, in love with older men, future sugar baby. chronically always online reading fanfics—mostly nsfw, and angst. red flags are also attractive too. live, laugh, love ayesha erotica, ross lynch, and chase atlantic. ♡
shout out to that one jeff the killer fic that healed me and forever became my holy grail. been over 10 years, the book cover is still the same, the vibes is still there and even the writer is still active. 💔
Prompt: “You shouldn’t look at me like that.” — Jeff the Killer
Warning: None! Fluff, kinda mention of killing/blood/wound. Mention of Jeff getting hurt ig, GN!READER
Being with a mass murderer had ups and downs. Especially when the murderer was The Jeff the Killer.
Outside of the relationship, others in the mansion would think this man hated you. That he had no room in his heart for love, but that wasn’t the case.
He’s just as much human, as everyone else. He has feelings too, and to your luck, you see it first hand every day.
Jeff had gotten back from a kill, his white jacket stained with some fresh splatters of blood. His hands in his pocket and hood up. His hair was matted to his pale face.
A face that you’ve littered with kisses any change you can get.
A face that softens just the slightest bit every time.
He didn’t feel like being in the mansion that night though. Sometimes he would never admit he wanted something, yet he needed it.
He snuck out of the mansion late that night, making his way to your place. Successfully avoiding cops on the way there.
He walked up to your door, looking under the mat for the key you always left for him. He usually would go through your window, but he was feeling generous.. plus his body was aching with pained breathes every time he breathed, trying his best to stifle the noise.
He kinda stumbles into your home, he was quiet.. at least he thought he was when he went to wash his hands at your sink. His hands were bruised, split at the knuckles. His hands shook a bit from the rushing of adrenaline leaving his body.
He lets out a hiss through his teeth when the water stings the wound.
You walk out of your bedroom, not expecting his presence, but not against it either. “Jeff..?” You yawn, walking into the kitchen.
He stiffens slightly, you could see it. You walk closer, your eyes at the back of his hood. He reaches a shaky hand up and lowers it, turning his head towards you.
“What’re you doing here?” You ask him and he just looks at you. You can see it on his face, the slight twinge of pain. But he shrugs, speaking finally after what felt like a lifetime. “Just stoppin’ by.”
You don’t buy it, placing your hand in his and pulling him to your living room. He huffs, clenching his jaw.
You push on his shoulder to get him to sit, not caring about his blood stained jacket on your clean couch.
He tries to speak but you look up at him, all exhaustion gone from your expression when you glare at him. He huffs again, lips pulled into a thin line as he looks away from you.
“What happened?” You ask him, looking at his hands that were scarred and bleeding. You knew the real answer, but you needed to hear him say it. To confirm your thoughts.
“..I uh.. underestimated this guy.. he fought back. Big fuckin’ deal.” He curses under his breath, avoiding your gaze that was gentle. Like you didn’t know what he does, who he was.
”Jeffery.” You say gently, adjusting yourself, shifting your weight to your other leg before leaning down a bit. Your left hand cupping his face to which he flinches away a bit, but relaxes just slightly when you call his name again.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that.. I’m a—“ You cut him off, “Human being?”
He looks at you with furrowed brows, mouth opening to speak but leaves it at that when you speak again. “I don’t care what you do, Jeff. I don’t care what kind of person you are.. ‘cause you’re my person.”
You look into his eyes, moving to sit beside him on your couch. “Plus, I can’t help it,” you continued, voice gentle. “You’re… you. And you’re here. That’s enough.”
His breath catches slightly, but his face was pulled into a scowl. He doesn’t deserve the way you look at him, you shouldn’t look at him the way you do.
With both of your hands now cupping his face, his trail up your arms, sliding over the cold goosebumps from the cool air of the living room then they place on the sides of your neck, his thumbs on your cheeks, rubbing gently.
“I don’t deserve you..” he mumbles, his eyes looking into yours, “Yes you do, Jeff.” You insist, then he suddenly pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest as he leans back on the couch. Pulling you with him.
You didn’t care how messy your love was. How some days he can go from being sweet like he is now. To cursing up a tornado of insults that he just needs to get out.
‘Cause you know deep down, that he’s just a man that needs just as much love as the next.
so like basically in the early 2000s, between the years of 2008 to 2010, an edit of Jeff the killer vs slender man was uploaded to YouTube from an anonymous user. i believe that edit is still up. anyways, it was a 4 minute music video and it takes place after Jeff transformed and unsliced his family. so during that time frame, while he started his spree, he ran off into the woods to hunt for prey. during that, he started feeling those same symptoms and for a moment he thought he saw a figure standing a few feet from him. that person being slender man. story goes that this was the beginning of their rivalry. it went on for months, possibly years, and slender man won. of coarse he was thinking about offing Jeff but soon realized he had lots of potential. so he, slender man, recruited Jeff. this happened before marble hornets took place.
2. JEFF THE KILLER X JANE THE KILLER
t was basically a spin off story where jane secretly had feelings for jeff but she buried them after he unalived her parents. years later after they met again, those feelings resurfaced but Jane was blinded by rage and wanted to burn him.
3. BEN DROWNED X SALLY WILLIAMS
kinda like a crack ship since Ben and sally are two of the youngest [ben being 12 and sally being 6/8]. however this is more of a platonic sibling ship rather than romance.
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