Jeff the killer x reader - soulmate au - not happening
Soulmate au-feeling ur soulmates pain/sharing wounds
*at the age of 16, soulmates begin to share wounds/pain, anything that happened before 16 will not show up on the other unless the first re-injures themselves*
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Whoever your soulmate was?
Needed to calm the fuck down.
Since the age of 16 you had been constantly covered in bruises and cuts, sometimes-you had fucking BULLET WOUNDS. You were constantly in and out of the hospital, pouting within the white sterile walls as you were treated for your various soulmate injuries. Your parents were understandably worried, when one cut or bruise left another three would appear.
You were this close to finding this mother fucker and punching them out if just to make them STOP FOR FIVE SECONDS G’DAMN. If you weren’t bruised you were cut, if you weren’t cut you had stab wounds, if you didn’t have stab wounds you had bullet wounds, and if you didn’t have any of that; FUCKER WAS BEING STUPID AND RUINING YOUR LEGS. Your legs were constantly sore, arms sore, everything was sore; as if this fucker was constantly running about and never taking care of themselves.
“If I ever find this fucker I’m going to deck them so hard” you muttered to yourself as you iced your ankle for the 7th time this month, fucker had sprained it, AGAIN. It was near 1 am, you were sore all over with bruises on top of that; you could hardly sleep. You sighed deeply as you heard your window slide open, a fucking serial killer had been making his rounds in your city as of late, and it seems unfortunately he had chosen your home tonight.
“All right listen up you joker-looking fuck” you hissed, swinging your legs around and picking up your metal bat, staring into the shocked eyes of Jeff the killer; who was not ready for your pissed-off ass. “I’ve had a fucking rough two years dealing with a stupid as fuck soul mate, so either get the fuck out” you twirled the bat, moving to get ready to swing “or get knocked the fuck out” he just stared at you, then curled his chapped lip over his teeth.
“go to sleep” he snarled, dropping to the floor pathetically as you slammed the bat into his head, you groaned as your head exploded with a sharp pain. You stumbled to the side, your vision going fuzzy and edging with darkness, catching yourself on your bed as Jeff lay unconscious on your bedroom floor. “oh no fucking waaaaaay” you nearly screamed, this fucking idiot, was your soulmate!?
You kneeled next to him, pinching his cheek and dropping your head between your shoulders as you felt that same pinch “, oh gods help me”
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Jeff woke up two hours later, tied down in your basement, his legs, arms, torso, and hands all pinned. “what the shit” he grumbled, wincing at the pounding headache he felt. He shook his head, only making it worse “CHRIST would you stop that!” he looked up, seeing the girl he had snuck in to kill and then knocked him the fuck out, standing across from him holding her head “do you have zero self-preservation skills?”
Jeff lurched forward, yelping as the chair tipped forward, and he ended up on the floor. you sighed, closing your eyes and pinching your nose as it flared with pain, you could already feel the blood seeping down. “I gotta be honest this doesn’t usually happen” Jeff muttered from the floor, turning his face to glare at the wall. “nooo” you said sarcastically, crouching next to him and resting your chin in your palm “really? I wouldn’t’ve guessed~!” you dropped your false enthusiasm, glaring down at him as he rolled his eyes, struggling to get back up on his ‘feet’. You rolled your eyes back and picked up the back of the chair, lifting it and setting it back upright.
Jeff continued to struggle “why the fuck did you even tie me up, gonna call the police n shit?” Jeff taunted, only to yelp as you pinched your arm “ow! The fuck?!...wait” you both stared at each other for a solid minute before Jeff’s head dropped with a groan “oh gods help me”
“that’s what I said~” you sake with fake cheer, Jeff sucked on his teeth before looking back up at you “soooo, what are we gonna do?” he asked, and you huffed, putting your hands on your hips, “I think” you started, tapping his nose with your finger, mentally laughing at the pink that appeared on his ears “the question is, what are you gonna do. Cuz I have a nice cozy life in this neighborhood, I don’t gotta do shit. You on the other hand? Fuck up, a lot. You are constantly getting us hurt and I swear to god if you don’t shape the fuck up, I will tie your ass to that exact chair and keep you down here, so the most I hurt from is rope burn.”
Jeff stared at you, wide-eyed, realizing you were very serious. “you’re kinda hot” he practically squeaked, out, ducking his head down as you coughed from the sudden inhalation of your spit “the fuck?!” you laughed, nearly dying from the stupidity of it all “what in the hell compelled you to say that?!”
“I don’t know!” Jeff screeched, trying to die from embarrassment “It-just-slipped out!” you continued to cackle, for once happy you were the only one at home for the week. “dude, you’re fucked if you’re simpin’ that quickly” you snorted as you sat on the floor in front of him, letting him finally see all the bruises, scars, and injuries he had caused you. Since he started, as a killer, he really hadn’t thought he would, well, have anyone. He thought once you killed, you lost that privilege of being connected to another soul, of having someone be made in the stars for you. “shit…fine-I’ll-fuck I’ll be more careful” Jeff grumbled, he was extremely reckless, and had gotten himself near death hurt a handful of times-he supposed being a bit more cautious wouldn’t hurt. For the both of you. You huffed, glad he finally caved, not knowing Jeff was remembering the time he had almost bled out, after he turned 16, imagining the pain and fear you must’ve felt going through the same thing but not knowing why.
“I swear to god if you kill me” you muttered, undoing his ropes, but Jeff just stood, turned to stare at you, then left; wondering why you hadn’t called the cops on him. it was simple, you call the cops, he goes on trial, he goes to prison, shit happens, and boop you’re both dead~ yeah not something you wanted.
Jeff meanwhile, was having a breakdown; he had a soulmate, HE HAD A SOULMATE!? Fuck he had to be so much more careful now! He didn’t even know he could care for someone other than himself, but even when he first slid in, the sound of your voice sent his heart racing. First, he thought it was the adrenaline, but nope! Life said; hahaha! Suffer.
He stood just outside your house for a little bit, mentally screaming trying to come to terms with it. Finally, he threw up his hands and headed back ‘home’; which was really just an old cabin that he had taken as his own.
This was just-way too much to deal with right now.
-two days later-
He was outside your fucking work, just-what the fuck. You had a fleeting thought that maybe he wasn’t there for you, but to choose his next victim, but hell be damned you would let him take one of your coworkers. You stormed right up to him, some of your coworkers sighing in relief as you did. You were a hard-headed bitch and would trash talk the biggest dude and make him back down, you could make the scrawny mf go away. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, pulling his arm as you walked away from work back towards home, you could feel the confusion from him.
“Don’t soulmates do nice shit like wait for the other outside of work?” oh he was trying to be cute? How…well cute! Not! “not when one is a fucking serial killer and has the worst vibes in the universe!” you hissed loudly, you could feel the pout behind his black mask, his eyes glaring at you behind his sunglasses. “you’d think you’d want to stay out of the public eye, since, I dunno, you’ve probably done that since-forever.” Jeff shrugged, pulling his arm out of your grip and tossing it over your shoulder, coughing as you elbowed his ribs
“rude-and kinda? Half hide half wander in public, If I didn’t I wouldn’t ever eat or shower” You made a face, thank fuck for that then, imagine if you had to deal with a smelly serial killer soulmate. “gross, didn’t need to know that” you muttered in response, unlocking your front door as you arrived and pushing it open, snapping at Jeff’s shoes as you entered and pointing at the wall “off, I don’t want whatever you got on those in here” Jeff rolled his eyes, leaning against the now closed front door and taking off his boots, putting them against the wall and following you further into the house.
“Please tell me this won't be a regular thing? Cause I kinda have a routine goin’ and I don’t need you interrupting it” you grumbled, taking out the items you took home from work from your bag and putting them away, glaring as Jeff chuckled, leaning on the counter next to you; way too close for comfort.
“Not likely” he teased, watching you intently as you moved about “We’re soulmates~ not s'posed to be apart, right?” you turned to glare at him, throwing a fake snowball you kept in the junk drawer at him; he caught it with ease and examined it, before chucking it back at you. Missing as he did. You laughed at his horrid throw.
“not how it works, plenty of soulmates end up very far apart, not together, and even-rejected” you said with a sinister tone, basically warning Jeff that if he fucked up you would break the bond; and that was never a pleasant experience for the one not doing the breaking. Jeff winced, rubbing his arm, would you really go that far? Did you hate him that much already?
He decided to just hum in response, moving to sit at your dining table, watching as you moved about to get out some pots, making yourself some mac n cheese. “so did you just come around to be annoying, or do you have a real reason for being around me?” you asked as you turned, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, staring Jeff down.
And Jeff could easily tell he wasn’t wanted. He swallowed down the hurt and shook his head, standing slowly and walking back to the front door “nah, just…I dunno” he muttered zipping up his boots, putting his mask and glasses back on, and slipped out, closing the door behind him. you stared after him for a moment, then shrugged “good riddance” you didn’t need a serial killer in your life. Not one bit. You didn’t give a fuck if he was your soulmate; he wasn’t a needed component.
As the months went on, you realized you weren’t hurting as much as you used to, bruises were few and far in between, cuts hardly showed up, and bullet wounds were non-existent. All in all, things were a lot easier to live with, it also meant Jeff kept his end of the deal. Stop being a dumbass.
Those months turned into a year and a half, you were long graduated from high school, moved a city over, lived with three of your good friends, had two good jobs that somehow didn’t run you into the ground (most days), and weren’t sporting constant bruises. All in all, life was going good; you…you did think about Jeff once in a while, whenever that rare bruise showed up.
But you brushed him away most of the time, you wouldn't go back on your word. You didn’t have the time nor the need for him in your life, he would only make it harder. Then one day you were getting ready to go to work, tying on your boots when your head exploded with pain, you couldn’t even scream that’s how bad it hurt. Your entire body shook as your head filled with what sounded like static, you hit the floor, your mouth ripping wide with silent screams of agony.
You could feel your nose drip with blood what was happening to him? what the fuck did he piss off to do this to the both of you?! You looked up as your computer screeched to life, grunting in pain as you struggling to shove back against your bed, watching as three figures tumbled out of the screen; one of the figures being, guess who~ Jeff!
As soon as they hit the ground the static stopped and you groaned, curling up on the floor as the three boys stumbled to their feet, Jeff dropping back in front of you and rubbing your shoulder “hey-sorry, pissed my boss off” he croaked, glaring back at the two he pulled through the screen with him. “I can hear you laughing you glitch.” You slowly sat up with Jeff’s help, a raging headache still pounding as you opened your eyes to see a floating Link looking mother fucker, and a tall dude wearing a blue mask with black tar-like stuff dripping onto his black hoodie.
“so you must be the infamous (y/n) eh?” the Link looking one cooed, floating into your face, cackling as Jeff shoved him back, trying to I've you your personal space back as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer; still glaring at his ‘friend’ “I swear to god I never told you my name” you grumbled, and Jeff flushed, glancing away.
“might’ve remembered your name tag” he muttered, turning to snap at the link dude again as you sighed, holding your head in your hands as you pushed Jeff away. “cute.” You said sarcastically, standing as you wiped your nose, grimacing at the blood staining your hand “now-quick explanation. Why the fuck are you here?”
Jeff looked ashamed again, while his ‘friends’ winced, rubbing the back of their heads “uh-like I said, got in trouble with our boss? He uh-I fucked up, plain and simple. So I’m hiding low with you till I can go back without dying and therefore killing you in the process~!” Jeff ended cheerfully, as if him staying with you was a good thing.
“hell no” you snapped, grabbing his hoodie collar, dragging him out of your room, down the stairs, and to the door “out, outoutoutoutout! You are NOT staying here! I have roommates, two jobs, bills, rent, life! I don’t need or want you in it!” you felt an odd stab to your heart, guessing it was you rejecting the bond but it was Jeff’s heart; why didn’t you want him? what was he doing wrong!?
“damn she cold” the link dude muttered, actually feeling bad for Jeff as you tried to shove him out the house. “What about what I want!” Jeff suddenly snapped back, twisting out of your grip and back into the house, taking your moment of surprise to stand his ground “you’re only thinking about yourself, why don’t you think about your fucking soulmate for once eh!?”
“Because you’re a freakin’ serial killer?? Who kills people, for fun!? I don’t care about what you want asshole, I’m protecting myself from you! I don’t care if that makes me the worst soulmate ever, now get.OUT.” Jeff just stared at you, hoping you would change your mind if he waited for long enough. But you didn’t, holding open the front door, only waiting for him and his ‘friends’ to leave. Finally, he sighed, pulling his hoodie over his head and walking out, refusing to look at you as the link dude and mask dude followed him, the former saying goodbye very quietly. You slammed the door shut. “good riddance, take two” you muttered, storming back upstairs for your keys.
That continued on for the next few years, Jeff making an appearance and disguised plea to let him in, only for you to turn away; iron heart locked behind a steel cage. He didn’t know why he wanted to be-let into your life so badly, he knew it was the soulmate thing duh but…shit why did it hurt so badly when you shoved him out, met him with silence, shunned him.
Weren’t soulmates meant for each other? Weren’t they? Then why were you pushing him away so badly? He understood the whole ‘keep a serial killer out of my life’ thing, he really did but…shit-you wouldn’t even make time to just-talk to him. just once. It…it hurt-a lot more then it should’ve. Finally, after four years-Jeff gave up, he didn’t try to talk to you, didn’t show up at your work, and didn’t even go near you.
He was done, he wasn’t going to make an effort for someone who didn’t give a shit. Fuck he sounded like a hypocrite, all these years being a selfish asshole, and the one time he meets someone exactly like him; he cries about it. “Pathetic” Jeff grumbled, taking a swig of whatever liquor he had taken from the last victim's house; it was strong, which was good. “All over a fuckin’ girl” he continued, standing on unstable feet and stumbling over to the fridge in his room.
He really didn’t know why, all these years, after he had ‘found’ you, that he had thought that maybe, maybe! He would get that classic happy ending, happy with his fucking soulmate. “and she doesn’t even fucking want me!” Jeff yelled, chucking the bottle into the wall, holding back tears behind gritted teeth. Suddenly he felt an intense pain in his chest, practically paralyzing him with it. He collapsed to the floor; his mouth open in agony. “gah-hel-shit-help!” he yelled out weakly, something was wrong with you, and it was causing him immense pain. “help!”
Ben was the first in the room, helping Jeff up as Jeff cried out, his hand taught to his chest. “dude” Ben muttered, pointing at Jeff’s chest, which now had shallow stab wounds. “oh fuck” Jeff said with a grunt, he felt a very shallow pain from them, but what was causing him to shake was beneath that, it felt as if someone snapped a chord on his heart. “i-shit I need to get to her” Jeff grabbed onto Ben, and Ben sighed, understanding what he wanted and quickly locking onto your phone, dragging Jeff with him through the computer in Jeff’s room and going on the other side through your device.
“(y/n)” Jeff whispered in horror, seeing you on the alleyway floor, chest covered in blood and stab wounds, deep ones. You coughed, you weren’t dead yet, just inches away, scoffing when you saw him “can’t even get peace when-“ you wheezed, clenching your eyes shut as Jeff slid down next to you, carefully lifting your wounded body into his arms, wondering why he wasn’t experiencing the same pain as you. “-when dyin’ eh?”
Jeff shushed you, pressing his hand to your wound, you were bleeding out, and fast; already about to die “you can tell me to fuck off when you’re not okay? Shit-why didn’t I get any of these?” Jeff hissed out, carefully pulling your shirt up to see the damage, eyes widening as you laughed weakly and said; “I broke the bond”
“why would you-“ Jeff then realized that’s the pain he felt earlier, that heart-crushing soul-destroying pain; you had broken the bond. He wasn’t your soulmate anymore “why?” you just laughed again, feeling death at the back of your mind “been a bitch” you muttered weakly, eyes starting to flutter shut “you…you didn't deserve to…go…down with…me” Jeff's eyes widened as you slumped in his arms, the light going out in your eyes “(y/n)?” Jeff asked, shaking your body in an attempt to wake you up “(y/n) come on this isn’t funny, (y/n)!”
Ben stepped away to give Jeff a moment, feeling he was very much invading something personal. Jeff stared down at your body in shock before he sat back on his heels, staring off at nothing. five and a half years, five and a half years of trying to make you accept him…only for you to end up dead…he was right; people like him didn’t get soulmates. Jeff slowly stood with you in his arms, pressing a wavering kiss to your forehead as he did. “m’ sorry” he muttered, putting his hood up as he walked out the alley; risking himself as he walked into the hospital, explaining that you had been attacked, and broken the bond between the two of you before he could share your more dangerous wounds. He disappeared before they could get his name, and you were pronounced dead before arrival.
Jeff slowly closed his door when he got back to the mansion, he felt so…empty. You were gone…you were gone…his soulmate was dead. Jeff took a deep shuddering breath, rubbing his face as he collapsed into his bed. “im so fucking done with this life” he muttered, feeling a tear slip down his cheek.
What a fucking waste of time.
-end-
…yeah, remember when I said I don’t do angst? I lied~ hope I crushed ur heart to millions of pieces~
@sephiralorange @dragon-slayer-fairy1
