That Damn Smile: Jeff the Killer x Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own the fanart or any of the people in this story. This is my first story on here and I'm gonna make it a long one.

Y/n is an intelligent 20-year-old woman who lives in New York City. She is the heiress to a tech business named Modern Intuitions, or M.I. for short. After taking a year long break following high school, she's now attending her second year of college to earn the business major she needs to start running the family business, but there's just one major problem for her. Her passion lies in the arts, not business meetings and stuffy suits. She had always dreamed of herself being an artist, seeing how she's the innovative and creative person she has always been. She wanted to build wonderful sculptures that meant something to her and paint these lovely pictures that could touch peoples' hearts, but she knew it was just a dream. She needed to run her parents' company and make them proud. She could only imagine the look of disappointment on their faces if she told them what she really longed for.

Y/n walked down the sidewalk on her way to her college. Snow covered the grass beside her while the sidewalk and roads were covered with salt to prevent them from freezing over. It was the beginning of winter, but snow had already become a normal encounter for her this year. She loved the snow and how bright vivid it was. It would always photograph well. Well enough to have a wall full of photos she took of the winter scenery, or at least mostly. She also hung up photos of her family and of her very few, but also very amazing, friends Lorraina, Mike, and Tiffany. The four had met in high school and had all been inseparable ever since. Though college made it harder for them all to stay together, they always took a day or two now and then to meet up and stay in touch.

Y/n's walk was suddenly interrupted when she reached her school ten minutes before her 4 pm class. She had been lost in thought and arrived before she realized it, but not before realizing she had bumped into someone on the way in, knocking the person's books out of their hands.

"I'm so sorry," y/n quickly said, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"It's alright," someone with a deep voice said, "Don't worry about it."

Y/n bent down to help them pick up their books when she was meet face to face with a handsome man. Y/n just froze and stared at him for a few minutes, slightly hypnotized. He had chocolate brown hair with forest green eyes she could stare into for hours, though her gaze was cut short with a slight chuckle coming from the brunette. You shook your head and blushed lightly, handing him one of the books that you had managed to pick up before noticing he already grabbed the rest of them. He smiled warmly at you.

"So, what's your name? Mine is Mavrick Hollands," he asked looking right back at you with a smile.

"Oh yeah, uh. It's F/n. F/n L/n." You said back, still regaining your mind after being entranced by him.

"L/n? Isn't that the last name of the couple who owns that company M.I.? You must hear that all the time though," Mavrick said chuckling a little at the end.

"Of course I do," You giggled, "They are my parents after all."

"Oh that's nice," he started saying before he realized what you had said. "OH WAIT! I'm sorry, I just assumed that you weren't related. Not that you don't look like the daughter of important people. I mean, uhh.." He blushed as he struggled to get the right words out.

You giggled again at his actions, "Don't worry about it. I know I don't look much like them, so it's okay. I've got to get to my first class, do you have any classes right now?"

"Oh yeah, I'm just about to go to the arts and humanities building for my second class today. Where are you going," he asked, curiosity laced in his voice.