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Go to- SHIT Pt 1 //Jeff The Killer X Reader//
Gender neutral, as in ya can be a dude or chick for this.
This is the first time I write a X Reader so I really hope it doesn’t suck at all. Hng, this was requested by Sweet Cheeks, a close bud of mine. Feel free to tell what I need to improve on, do I need to speed it up? Slow it down? Make Jeff more aggressive? Less aggressive? Longer parts? Shorter parts?
Lord have mercy on my soul. If I had one. Huehuehue
There will be foul language, violence, and mild gore.
Jeff is 18, You are 17.
(Y/N) Your Name
(Y/F/N) Your Fake Name
(A/N) Author’s note
(H/T) Home town
(H/C) Hair Color
(H/L) Hair length
(E/C) Eye Colors
(C/C) Color of your choice.
(N/S) Name of Song.
It was still extremely cold this midnight which was sure to keep anyone in there warm be
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Not Everyone's a Fangirl (JeffxReader)You where on your bed looking straigt at the window. Many people creeped out doing this, but you didn't, you actually enjoyed the veiw that you had, espcially at night. You checked your phone and sighted, 1:30am. You'd better get some sleep. You started to doze off when you saw a face looking at you through the window. Now THAT woke you up. The figure slowly entered, and you could make out it was a male. You were terrified, you couldn't breath, you couldn't speak. Once he had made his way inside, you could make out more feautures. He was wearing a blood-stained white hoodie, with black pants. In the shadows, you could hardly make out his face, his skin pale as bone and his mouth and eyes way too wide. Ther was jut one person you knew that looked like that. Jeff the Killer. Fucking Jeff the Killer.
You knew him because you friends had dared you to read some Crreepypastas to see if they would scare you. They didn't, in fact, you loved them, and became a fangirl, especially of Jeff. Your
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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