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F R A G I L E - Jeff the Killer x Reader (01) -
       "You're kidding me.."
       The young girl sighed heavily as she glared at her mess of a room, her hands on her hips. "How did this even happen?" She muttered to herself. Everything that was on top of her dresser and makeup vanity had been knocked over, a bottle of makeup remover that she had lost the cap to had spilled and soaked into the carpet.
       She caught sight of herself in the mirror attached to her vanity and saw her reflection frown back at her, her (H/C) hair framing her face messily, (E/C) orbs shimmering with irritation and disbelief. "Unbelievable." The window was open a crack, so the girl believed she had just left it open on accident and an animal, maybe a squirrel, had gotten in. Yeah. That's a valid explanation.
       She plucked a hair tie off her wrist as she wrapped it around her hair several times, tying it up in a messy bun before getting to work cleaning up. She picked u
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F R A G I L E - Jeff the Killer x Reader - (00)
       Call after call rang through the young woman's phone, yet call after call went unanswered. Her phone lay discarded across the forest floor, vibrating with the worried calls of her friends and loved ones.  Eventually, a random passerby would stumble upon her phone and upon seeing the background photo of the (H/C) haired girl, the phone would be turned into the proper authorities. (Y/N) (L/N) would not be answering her phone. At least not for the time being.
       Of course, how was she supposed to know that a vicious killer had grown an unusual obsession over her? It was quite uncommon of him, he never even picked out victims ahead of time. It was an on-the-spot kind of thing. But Jeff couldn't help himself with her. Just seeing her sent him into a crazed grin, his mind scrambled as he longed to have her as his own, he wanted to feel her beneath him, slice into her smooth, soft skin until it resembled the rough, leathery feel of his o
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f o o l i s h - Jeff the Killer X Reader -
       It was near midnight, and you couldn’t be any less tired. You spent the entire night on your computer, reading fanfics. Every night you read a fan fiction on one person. You read about the Jeff the Killer.
       The story you read had chilled you to the bone, with the main character dying at the end, which disappointed you, because you always seemed to like the ones where they live and fall in love~
       You knew you would have trouble sleeping tonight… You’ve always been a scaredy cat.
       Jeff has always been your favorite. In your opinion, he’s beautiful. You’re embarrassed to admit that you’ve daydreamed of kissing him. Of being with him. You know it’s dumb, but you’ve always secretly wished he was real, and that he would love you.
       You sigh, pushing your laptop aside, and standing up. You stretch and crack your back.
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Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter 1
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A.N.: (y/n)= your name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown, and your 16, only thing I'm really choosing about you XD. Hope you all enjoy the first part of my Jeff the Killer X Reader story, Stay! :D
I got this idea from playing the game 'Illusion: Ghost Killer' which, if any of you  know, is a Jeff the Killer game where your in what seems like an old, abandoned (SCARY) factory and you have to walk around (YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THERE) and place cameras in these red circles that are randomly around the place (AND ITS HUGE)! So yeah, it made me think of what my character Alex would do then this popped up and I decided to do a reader insert for ya'll fan girls of this infamous killer! ;3 So yeah, ENJOY!!!
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You looked to the male that said your voice. He wore a yellowish-tan jacket, blue jeans and black converse and had his face covered with a white mask that had femine lips painted on it. Though the holes where the eyes were made it difficult to see, you noticed he had green eyes and he had brown hair sticking out from behind the mask.
"Wait... Masky, you know her?" BEN asked.
"Yes, I know her," the man said quickly, jerking the mask off his face to show it to you. You now recognized him. He was your friend, Tim.
"Hello Tim." You said simply.
The bright smile that was on his face dropped, "(f/n)... Are you okay?" He walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders.
"I'm fine." You said. He gave a look of disbelief and you looked to BEN. "Can you fill him in on my situation?"
Tim looked to BEN frantically. BEN's eyes got wide and he shrugged, "Uh.. Sure." He cleared his throat. "(f/n) is now the most dangerous virus in the world that can affect all computers and phones and shit and
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hey everyone! this journal entry is bout Val! :name:Valentine,Aster,Hastune. :Age:18 :likes:cookies,reading,playing "tag" with the cops,Lilly,Alex,Masky. :hates: "Evie" the F.B.I. :friends:Masky,Toby,Jeff, *other creepypastas X3 *  :love intrest:Masky~ :Best friends:Leo,Diana,splendor,slendy~ :her backstory: When Val was little her parents drank alot, they drank a whole lot on weekends, witch ended up in her getting abused, *child abuse* so. she packed her bags, but! thats not all. when her parents were out cold, she burnt the house down, with them in it. she sat there, in the woods, lessoning to them screaming. she loved it, hearing them get what they deserved, after the "show" was over. she wandered deeper, and Deeper into the woods, she had heard storys of this so called "slenderman" and didn't really care if she died to him, she wasn't afraid of him, after years of getting beatin she felt no emotion, she didn't know what "happyness" was, all she knew of, was, Hatred,anger, and
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Jayden Vold
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Hey guys! I am an aspiring horror writer- I especially enjoy writing horror fanfics about creepypasta!

You can call me Ivy!

Some info about me:

I'm 15 years old

I'm taken <3

I enjoy writing, gymnastics, and singing!

My Instagram is @ jaydenxvold :)

That's all for now! Bye loves! <3
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in all honesty Jeff isn't even my favorite creepypasta, Ben is (duh) but like he's the easiest to write about and his character has so much hidden potential. Yeah the story was crap and his physical appearance is impossible but there's so much that could be interpreted from his character- damn Jeff is hella fun to write about
       "You're kidding me.."

       The young girl sighed heavily as she glared at her mess of a room, her hands on her hips. "How did this even happen?" She muttered to herself. Everything that was on top of her dresser and makeup vanity had been knocked over, a bottle of makeup remover that she had lost the cap to had spilled and soaked into the carpet.

       She caught sight of herself in the mirror attached to her vanity and saw her reflection frown back at her, her (H/C) hair framing her face messily, (E/C) orbs shimmering with irritation and disbelief. "Unbelievable." The window was open a crack, so the girl believed she had just left it open on accident and an animal, maybe a squirrel, had gotten in. Yeah. That's a valid explanation.

       She plucked a hair tie off her wrist as she wrapped it around her hair several times, tying it up in a messy bun before getting to work cleaning up. She picked up her makeup and reorganized her products before bending down to check under her bed. She frowned, confusion etched into her features as she reached out and grabbed a withering red rose, hissing sharply as she pricked her finger on a thorn, immediately sticking that finger into her mouth- why is it that we have the urge to put our injured fingers into our mouths? She looked down at the dead flower, wrinkling her nose up. Now how did that get there? She shrugged as she plucked it back up carefully, and opened the window fully, tossing it out carelessly. She left the window propped open, needing to air out the fumes from the makeup remover, or she was going to be sick.



       The female was unaware of the fact that her every move was being tracked, unblinking eyes watching her hungrily. His slashed cheeks stretched into an even bigger grin as she cleaned his mess up. Check under the bed. He wanted her to enjoy his gift, he had gone out of his way to find the rose. His smile slowly dropped as he saw her toss it out, his expression turning dark, eyebrows furrowing. Did she not like his gift? That's not possible. Not an option. He had given that to her, you don't throw out someone's gift. That's just rude. He then just forced a grin onto his face. Fine then. If she didn't appreciate his gift he would find something better for her. He would make sure she loved it.



       The girl glanced around the room, searching for any more abnormalities. Unable to find any she shrugged, digging into her dresser to find something comfier to change into. She pulled her shirt over her head-



       He watched intently, his eyes wide with excitement. Stupid girl, changing in front of the window like that.



       She pulled a cozy sweater on, and pulled off her extremely uncomfortable jeans-



       His hand itched towards the knife in his pocket, wanting so badly to carve up that soft, smooth skin of hers, the urge to make her like him overpowering his thoughts. He took a deep breath, inhaling deeply as he got himself under control, shaking his hair as his raven black hair fell into his icy blue eyes, watching as she redressed into a pair of sweatpants. He scoffed in annoyance, the clothing didn't accentuate her body as the previous outfit had, hugging her curves and showing off that deliciously smooth skin-



       She let her hair back down, shaking it out as she ran her fingers through it, humming softly as the sound filled the room, allowing herself to sway as she hummed.



       He loved hearing her melodious voice, she sang often, random tunes that entered her mind still sounded good as she put them together. He yearned to hear that beautiful voice of hers screaming and crying as he made her even more beautiful than she already was.

       

       A ringing sounded through the room and (Y/N) jerked her head to the side as she crossed the room, plucking her phone up and glancing at the contact. She smiled and answered the phone. "Hey Jackson!" She said, smiling at the light laughter of her best friend on the other end.



       Jackson?? Who the hell is Jackson?? He growled angrily as he narrowed his eyes at her, watching her leaning back against the wall comfortably.



       "Someone's in a good mood." He commented, a smile apparent in his voice.

       "Actually I'm not." She said with a fake grumpy tone.

       "Why is that?" He asked amused. A clattering sound is heard and he grunts. "Sorry dropped my phone."

       She giggled a bit-



       He growled again. Why is she giggling? Does she like this guy?

       

       "Classic Jackson. But yeah I got home and my room was totally trashed and my shit was all knocked over. Found a fucking dead rose under my bed." She said, rolling her eyes. "Shouldn't have left my window open, it was probably just a squirrel or something."

       "That's so weird. You should start closing your window." He said seriously, and she rolled her eyes.

       "Yeah yeah don't start getting all overprotective on me." She laughed. "You're like my dad." She teased.

       He acted offended. "Oh, how could you say that? Your dad's not half as good looking as me." He joked and she snorted, giggling.

       "You wish." She teased.

       "Oh c'mon babe you don't mean that." He joked, and if he was there she would be sticking her tongue out at him.

       "Oh, I do babe." She giggled.

       

       Babe?? Oh hell no. She was his and his only, he wasn't willing to share.



       The boy on the other end of the phone just snickered lightly. "No you don't. Ah look I gotta go to my brother's basketball game." He rolled his eyes. "Call me later alright?"

       She smiled a bit. "Of course. I'll call you later." She said and hung up the phone.



       He growled. She could try and call him later, but nobody would answer. He smirked.



       He had some business to take care of...
F R A G I L E - Jeff the Killer x Reader (01) -

Ah I'm disappointed by the turn out of this :') But anywayyy here's the official first chapter! Do you like the way I represent Jeff in this? Any changes you find necessary for me to make? 

~Ivy

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       Call after call rang through the young woman's phone, yet call after call went unanswered. Her phone lay discarded across the forest floor, vibrating with the worried calls of her friends and loved ones.  Eventually, a random passerby would stumble upon her phone and upon seeing the background photo of the (H/C) haired girl, the phone would be turned into the proper authorities. (Y/N) (L/N) would not be answering her phone. At least not for the time being.


       Of course, how was she supposed to know that a vicious killer had grown an unusual obsession over her? It was quite uncommon of him, he never even picked out victims ahead of time. It was an on-the-spot kind of thing. But Jeff couldn't help himself with her. Just seeing her sent him into a crazed grin, his mind scrambled as he longed to have her as his own, he wanted to feel her beneath him, slice into her smooth, soft skin until it resembled the rough, leathery feel of his own. He wished to hear her screams of pure terror, begging him to end her life and then to soak himself in her blood as he practically bathed in it.


       Yet...


       The mere thought of ending her life made him want to rip his own heart from his chest- yes he wanted to make her suffer, cause her pain, but he did not want to kill her. It confused and angered him. All he knew was that he wanted her. More than anything. And now he had her. Oh, she was a tough one, she put up quite the fight but he was stronger. He was always stronger. And all he knew was that he wouldn't let this one get away from him. He glanced at the young woman, unconscious in the corner of his room, a smirk growing on his face.


       Oh no. He was keeping her. She was just too good to give up. She was so sweet, so pure, so...



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F R A G I L E - Jeff the Killer x Reader - (00)
Ah here's a new story I've been working on :) I've also uploaded this on my Quotev if anyone would prefer to read it over there, it's got more uploaded already :)) Enjoy 

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       It was near midnight, and you couldn’t be any less tired. You spent the entire night on your computer, reading fanfics. Every night you read a fan fiction on one person. You read about the Jeff the Killer.

       The story you read had chilled you to the bone, with the main character dying at the end, which disappointed you, because you always seemed to like the ones where they live and fall in love~

       You knew you would have trouble sleeping tonight… You’ve always been a scaredy cat.

       Jeff has always been your favorite. In your opinion, he’s beautiful. You’re embarrassed to admit that you’ve daydreamed of kissing him. Of being with him. You know it’s dumb, but you’ve always secretly wished he was real, and that he would love you.

       You sigh, pushing your laptop aside, and standing up. You stretch and crack your back. You’ve been sitting in the same position for the last… 2 hours. You walk out of the room, the urge to relieve yourself having grown the past few hours until you couldn’t ignore it any longer. You turn the water on, sticking your hands under the faucet. As you do, you hear a noise from your room. Not a loud noise, just a soft thump. You assume something fell over, and walk into your room. Nothing seems to be out of place, nothing spilled on the carpet. You close the door behind you, and walk over to your bed, flopping down with a sigh.

       You close your eyes, pressing your hands against your face. That fanfic was very descriptive… There was quite a lot of blood…

       You feel a cool breeze, and turn over to face you window, realizing it was wide open, curtains billowing ever so slightly.

       Hmm… That’s weird, you could have sworn you closed that earlier. You shrug, standing up to close it. Before you reach the window, you freeze, looking around the room. It feels… Weird in here. Almost like you’re not alone…  You must be getting paranoid. It’s fine. Nobody’s here, it’s just your imagination. You’ve been reading to many horror stories before bed, that’s all. You slam the window shut, and almost immediately feel cold fingers wrap around your wrist.


       You scream, jumping back, attempting to shake the hand from your wrist. You look down, the hand is a pale white, the skin all leathery. You look up, the intruder is wearing a blood stained white hoodie, black hair frames his pale, wrinkly face, looking as if it hadn’t been brushed in a while. His eyes are wide and blood shot, ringed in a deep shade of black. But most striking of all is the wide, cut in smile, which grows larger at the sight of your terror stricken face. He had been hiding, wrapped in your curtains, which you foolishly hadn’t taken into account.

       You know who this is.

       Jeff the Killer.

       He’s real.

       You almost start fangirling, but you realize that if he’s in your house, and he’s real, then there’s only one thing he would want to do, and it doesn’t involve kissing or cuddling.

       He’s here to kill you.

       He pushes you backwards, and you stumble, tripping over the chest at the foot of your bed. You hit the ground, scrambling backwards until your back hits something… The door. You look up, he towers above you. He smirks at you, helpless and weak.

       “This is quite the sight, I love it when they’re so terrified that they can’t even stand,” He laughs, leaning down. You kick out, trying to hit something, but he catches your foot.

       “Tsk tsk,” He pulls on your foot, a yelp escaping you. “Pathetic.” He twists your ankle suddenly, and you scream at the unexpected pain. Your ankle throbs, and you’re sure it’s broken. You look up at him, tears in your (E/C) eyes. There’s no mercy in his cold face.

       No mercy in the face that, at one point, you had spent hours memorizing.

       In the face you had always dreamed of seeing in real life.

       The face you had once thought was beautiful.

       He reaches out, grabbing your chin, and lifts it up. You’re eye to eye with the killer.

       How could you be so foolish, to think that meeting a killer would ever end in romance? He, and the rest of them, would only ever want to kill.

       The only lust they feel is the lust for blood.

       He presses his knife against your neck, pressing it so beads of blood trickle down your neck. You squeeze your eyes shut, silently muttering pleas, unheard by him. He leans in, so that he’s inches from your ear. A choked sob escapes you, which makes him laugh.

       The knife is suddenly plunged into your neck, a scream cut off.  His laughter rings in your ears as you open your eyes, struggling to pull the knife out. Blood pours out of your throat, staining your (H/C) hair red with your own blood. Black spots appear before your eyes, and the pain numbs. His face hovers above yours, his lips moving in a motion that shows he’s speaking. You hardly hear the whispered demand as you slip into an eternal darkness…  

       

       “Go to sleep…”
f o o l i s h - Jeff the Killer X Reader -
Ah just a normal one shot, with blood and gore and shit.

Also just a reminder, Jeff's not a schoolgirl, he's a vicious murderer. Enjoy you psychopaths ;)
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Ah anyone role play??? I creepypasta role play so if anyone wants to role play hmu Silent Ivy  I only role play descriptive so if you can't write at least 3 lines (On mobile) or 1 line (on computer) then don't bother :)
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WhyIamaPotato Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I know you aren't as active as months ago, but I wanted to tell you Happy Birthday! You're an amazing person so I really hope you're having a great birthday~
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Silent-Ivy Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
omg thank you so much!!! I had a wonderful birthday :) I'm sorry for being so inactive but as I've been working on a new story I've decided to come back to DA to share it :)))
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WhyIamaPotato Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
That's great! I hope that you are happy to be back for your story
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Silent-Ivy Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
I am! And honestly i've missed you all and i feel bad for leaving- i posted the story if you want to check it out!
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Swizzlez Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2018  Student Digital Artist
lmaooo i havent been on here in ages

we should talk again
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Silent-Ivy Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
oh shiz nah that's me XD I ditched DA a while ago but im back now! What's up? xD
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Swizzlez Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2019  Student Digital Artist
why didnt i respond wh

h i !!!!
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Silent-Ivy Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
HI xD What's uppp
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Aouatheskeleton Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2018  Student Digital Artist
Daisy thanks for watch 
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Aouatheskeleton Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2018  Student Digital Artist
Hey ivy, may i have permission to draw "Silent Ivy" ?
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