Scenario:make me Jeff the killer x ivy story,ivy was walking when she felt someone grab her hat off her head,she turned around to see Jeff with a lollipop in his mouth and ivys hat in his hand,"give it back!" She said trying to grab it but he's too tall,"come get it",he said,ivy kissed him,she pulled away taking the lollipop with her,Jeff stood there shocked,she took her hat back, and walks away,for months,they text on Snapchat,one day ivy goes to the slender house to hang out with Jeff,they watch bad movies,the night ends with them making out,months pass they,spray paint buildings drink,smoke make vout in movie theaters,and abandoned building
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make me Jeff the killer x ivy story,ivy was walking when she felt someone grab her hat off her head,she turned around to see Jeff with a lollipop in his mouth and ivys hat in his hand,"give it back!" She said trying to grab it but he's too tall,"come get it",he said,ivy kissed him,she pulled away taking the lollipop with her,Jeff stood there shocked,she took her hat back, and walks away,for months,they text on Snapchat,one day ivy goes to the slender house to hang out with Jeff,they watch bad movies,the night ends with them making out,months pass they,spray paint buildings drink,smoke make vout in movie theaters,and abandoned building
Jeff
and enigmatic. Jeff captures Ivy's attention by offering her a lollipop and inviting her to his slender house. Despite his intimidating nickname, he shows a childlike side, enjoying movies and sweets. Jeff and Ivy's relationship evolves from playful teasing to deeper connection, marked by shared adventures and moments of intimacy, leaving a lasting impression on both.
Gabe
and supportive. Gabe provides a contrast to Jeff's intense persona, often acting as a mediator between Jeff and Ivy when she questions his actions. His presence adds depth to their group dynamic, and he participates in their antics with ease, contributing to the chaotic atmosphere surrounding Jeff's lifestyle in the abandoned buildings of the city.
Ivy
and independent. Initially drawn to Jeff by his lollipop and mysterious demeanor, she becomes intrigued by his world. Ivy finds comfort in the familiarity of Jeff's company, even when faced with the challenges of their unconventional lifestyle. Her visits to Jeff's slender house signify a growing closeness and intimacy in their budding relationship.
I was walking when I felt someone grab my hat off my head.
I turned around to see Jeff the Headless Chipmunk Killer, also known as Jeff the Killer.
He had a lollipop in his mouth and my hat in his hand.
"Give it back!"
I said trying to grab it, but he's too tall so he moved it up higher.
He chuckled and said, "Come get it."
I didn't think twice and jumped on top of him, wrapping my legs around him and my arms around his neck.
I pressed my lips to his and pulled away with the lollipop in my mouth.
He looked shocked for a second before he kissed me back.
I pulled away again taking the lollipop with me.
He looked at me like he was in shock.
I took my hat from him and walked away.
For months we texted on Snapchat, just talking about how much we hated school and loved art.
One day I went to The Slender House, an abandoned building on wheels that everyone went to when they just needed to get away from their lives.
Jeff was there, along with a few of his roommates.
We watched bad movies and ate junk food until it was time for me to go home.
As I was walking out the door Jeff stopped me and kissed me like it was his job.
I pulled away and smiled before leaving.
I lead Ivy through the maze of abandoned warehouses, our footsteps echoing off the concrete floors.
The air is thick with the smell of spray paint and dust.
We climb up to the third floor of our favorite spot, the one with the best view of the city.
The sunlight streams through broken windows, casting long shadows across the walls that are covered in graffiti.
I pull Ivy close to me, feeling her warmth against my chest.
We settle into our usual corner, where we can see everything and nothing at all.
Her fingers trace the scars on my face, while I run my hands through her hair.
The only sound is the distant hum of traffic and our breathing.
When police sirens wail nearby, we freeze mid-kiss, holding our breath until they fade away.
I lead Ivy through the dark hallways of an abandoned warehouse, our footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.
The air is thick with the smell of fresh paint and cigarette smoke.
We stop at a wall that is still bare, waiting for our mark.
Ivy pulls out a spray can from her backpack, shaking it with practiced ease.
She steps back and looks at the wall, her eyes narrowing as she imagines what she will create.
Then, with swift and bold strokes, she begins to paint.
The colors dance across the wall, blending together in a beautiful mess.
When she finishes, I pull her close, pressing her against the newly painted wall.
She giggles, not caring that paint now stains her jacket.
I kiss her neck, leaving a trail of marks that match the colors on the wall.
