sup im feeding my inner 13-year-old who read too many jeff the killer x reader fics on deviantart and you know what? imma do my little self some service and write some cringe jtk x readers, HAVE FUN READING MY FULLY SELF INDULGENT FICS. Face claim f...
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Jeff is def gonna be ooc...lowkey gonna accidentally write him as Harry Hook because these two are fucking connected in some way and idk I love my crazy pirate man too much. Reader is tol! Btw...Jeff is 5'7 as an adult and reader is 5'9...what? I always see shorter! Readers so I must service the tol! And buff readers. Oh yeah, reader is gon be strong as shit, boxer....def vi (from arcane) inspired
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You had watched it all go down. From the day he had moved in, to the day he was lit ablaze, in fact you had been the one to put him out. A blanket and a fire extinguisher, it was all it took to save him.
You visited sometimes when he had been in the hospital, not knowing what to say so you just-talked. You think he enjoyed it, it was a bit awkward, talking to a comatose boy who you had only made eye contact with once before the fateful party but...he twitched sometimes, his breath hitching when you laughed, or rambled on about the show you had been watching. So you think he liked the company during the near three months he had been in the hospital.
You drew him a couple of pictures, which the nurses had either pinned to the walls above his bed or set neatly in a pile on his nightstand. It was odd, becoming...friends I guess you would call it with a comatose boy who had killed three kids.
It had been in self-defense, they had guns and were obviously there to either seriously wound him or...from how randy looked; kill him. You were honestly glad Jeff had been the one to come out of the skirmish. Yeah you weren't glad Randy, Keith, or Troy were dead but....god this sounds so evil but, you'd rather them be dead than Jeff, he seemed like a good kid, those three had been downright villainous to every kid under the age of 15.
You took a deep breath as you stepped into Jeff's room once again, holding one of your favorite books in your arms along with a bag of leftover lunch. You hadn't finished it during lunch period so might as well finish it here. You sat down next to jeff in the now comfortable chair (which used to be one of those painful plastic ones, but the more you visited the nurses switched it out) and said your usual greetings.
"Afternoon Jeff, bored as hell im sure you are but I have come to save you with a story. Still got no idea if you can hear it but! no harm in trying eh?" you joked, curling up in the chair and setting your phone aside to play some music as you opened your book "now where were we? Ah yes, in the pit of despair."
