CherryWood Part 1 (ChevJeff short fic)
⚠️WARNING: MENTIONS OF SA AND CONSENTUAL SEXUAL VIOLENCE⚠️
(Absolutely no romanticizing/sexualizing here, it's just mentioned as an explanation!)
Chev met Jeff around the same time as the other guys, but she didn't really interact with him much until years later.
They didn't become friends until she became besties with Toby at about 19 years old, then she and Jeff were immediate frenemies.
They became a little closer after the Blackout, when the creeps were ordered not to contact her for a little over a year, and the portal to the Slendermansion wouldn't open for her.
When the portal finally opened one day, Jeff was the first person she saw, and she pretty much tackled him and sobbed into his chest. It freaked Jeff the fuck out to see her like this since he never seen her show this much emotion, but he also felt smug that he was the first one to see her like this.
He had kind of always found her physically attractive, but when he found out about her fwb relationship with Toby recently, he got insanely jealous.
He made passes at her for months, but got shot down every time.
He didn't understand why, until she told him, just a few days before Christmas…
About a month before the Christmas party
Chev found Jeff physically attractive, but his narcissistic and uncaring personality put her off a lot.
Until one day they were hanging out in a group and generally shit talking, and someone teasingly insulted her, and Jeff snapped at them. This for some reason made her heart pound, and made her more attracted to him.
That same night they got into a drunken argument, of course about Jeff wanting to be fwb with her, and Chev still being vague with her rejection, which only enraged him.
Why wouldn’t she just give him a straight answer?? She’s got to be hiding something. There’s no way she’s rejecting him for no reason, and he’s going to get to the bottom of it one way or another.
He can take rejection, he’s not a total monster. But he knows Chev. She isn’t one to sugarcoat things. She wasn’t a pushover like when they first met.
He dropped it for the night, and just went back to his normal teasing, as if the fight never happened.
Chev couldn’t stop thinking about their fight, thought about it for days, and finally made a decision. But she had to talk to Toby and Jack about it first. They agreed to keep their fwb relationship exclusive for safety reasons (STDs and all that, y'know), so she wanted to get their input before she tried sleeping with Jeff.
Toby was very against it, becoming extremely jealous to the point that he was going to knock Jeff’s teeth out. Jeff was a pretty close friend of his, and he knew that Toby was in love with obsessed with Chev, so why would he do this to him??
Jack was also extremely against it, wanting to rip Jeff to shreds because he already didn't like him much in the first place, but he was the rational one. He didn't show his emotions outwardly, but calmed Toby down and told Chev that it was ultimately her decision, but he was seething on the inside.
The guys eventually both agreed that it was up to her to go through with it or not... but they were going to interrogate Jeff first. And EJ was going to personally test him for anything contagious, he knew how much of a man-whore he is. If Jeff wasn't clean, then he's putting a hard stop to this, no arguments.
After all was said and done between the three killers, Jeff was finally in the clear. Now all there was to do was to tell him.
It was a few days before Christmas, and the residents of the Slendermansion decided to throw a party in celebration.
Chev was a bit late to the gathering, but managed to get pretty tipsy before the other creeps quickly got… belligerent.
She stepped out to the back porch to get away from the noise and chaos, the mostly-set sun dimly shining through the dead trees of the woods in the distance.
She leaned on her elbows against the rotted wooden railing, lazily decorated with colorful string lights, and took in the calming beautiful sight before her.
What was left of the winter sunlight blanketed the lightly snow-covered ground in a nice blue-ish purple hue.
The combination of the natural beauty of the scene in front of her, and the effects of the Vodka and Dr. Pepper in her red solo cup, was almost enough to drown out the noise inside the house and the voices in her head.
Then she heard heavy footsteps approaching, along with the squeaking of the double doors.
“Heeeeyy Shivvv~” A gruff voice slurred behind her, followed by the sound of the back door slamming shut and the windows shaking from the force.
Great, here we go… She sighed inwardly, knowing that only one person calls her by that nickname.
The voice was playful, but with the undertones of them wanting something. She already knew what was coming.
“Hey Jeff.” She replied with her usual flat tone, and a half smile. She was a bit too stressed and tipsy to think of a witty nickname for him like she normally does.
The metalhead-looking killer let out a chuckle, a wide cocky grin on his scarred face as he leaned himself up against the rickety railing next to Chev. His movements were sluggish and sloppy, making him have to grip onto the railing so he wouldn't lose his balance.
“You seem t'be enjoying yourself.” He commented, looking down at her hands, a red cup in one, and a half smoked cig in the other. “Since when d'you smoke?”
“Careful, jackass. You're gonna break somethin’.” She lightly scoffed, putting her arm out to prevent her drunk frenemy from putting his whole bodyweight on the old rickety railing.
“I smoke occasionally. Started like six months ago.” She answered with a shrug.
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist, using her as support as he leaned against her and resting his head on her shoulder.
“How very unlike you. I must be rubbin’ off on ya.~” He teased, plucking the cigarette from between her fingers, bringing it to his scarred lips and taking a drag.
Chev lowered her arm back down to rest on the railing, not even phased by his casual thievery or touchyness. She just reached into her back pocket and lit another cig for herself, then scoffed again.
She normally doesn't like being touched, but she tolerates it a little with Jeff. He never went too far, so she wasn't worried.
“Shit's stressful lately, man.” She rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to the trees in the distance, taking a drag and watching the sun finally set and nightfall arrive.
Jeff hummed, taking another drag of her (now his) cigarette before exhaling slowly.
“Yeah? What's ya so stressed, bunny?” He asked in a sickly sweet tone, picking his head up and leaning in close to her face.
“Watch it.” The half-demon hybrid warned in an annoyed tone, but it didn't have any bite behind it, nudging his face away. She took a long drink from her cup before actually answering.
“A lot.” She sighed as she lowered her cup.
“The restaurant is overworking me, Slenderman keeps giving me more and more missions, my fibro has been flaring up more frequently…”
And you keep hounding me to sleep with you.
Jeff let her push him away, pouting before moving to place his chin on her shoulder instead as he stood behind her, but slightly to the side.
His hand moved down to her hip, giving her a gentle but firm squeeze as he listened to her ramble about her frustrations.
“So much stress, bunny. You need to loosen up.” He said gruffly, then nuzzled the side of her neck, his voice lowered to an almost growl as he spoke again. “I can help with that.”
Chev sighed irritably and nudged him away, then rubbed the inner corners of her eyes, careful not to smudge her thick black eye makeup. “You're not helping.”
He huffed, annoyed at her rejection, yet again.
Feeling emboldened from alcohol, he pushed further than he usually would. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her firmly against the front of his body.
She was not going to brush him off this time.
“C'mon, bunny.” He groaned, his lips brushing against her neck as he spoke. “Why are you so damn stubborn? I'm trying to be nice for once.”
Chev was normally a very blunt person, but she also knew when to hold her tongue… Though the effects of the alcohol, and her building anger, was starting to make her more loose lipped.
“You're not being nice, you're just trying to get your dick wet.” She snapped, pushing him off of her, and turning around to face him.
Jeff stumbled back a bit and dropped his cigarette, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. He was getting increasingly irritated. It always annoyed him when she constantly rejected him without reason, and after getting quite drunk, his patience was running very thin.
He suddenly stepped closer, hooking his finger into her front belt loop, tugging her closer. “Is that so bad? It's just sex.” He asked in a low, almost mocking tone.
“Yeah, to you-" She retorts, but was cut off when he got right in her face, his breath reeking of beer.
“You let Toby and Jack hit.”
Chev felt like she was going to blow a gasket. She was sick and tired of Jeff's flirting and pestering, and it had only gotten worse when he found out that she became friends with benefits with her best friends. He was acting entitled to her body just because they were friends, and it pissed her off.
“Did you ever think about why I “let them hit”?” She glared at him, crossing her arms and standing her ground, the alcohol in her system making her less resistant to confrontation.
Jeff chuckled in a mocking and condescending manner, cocking his head to the side. “Enlighten me.” He said with a raised eyebrow.
He knew why. They were her best friends. But for some reason, he still asked, just to rile her up more. He hooked a second finger in her belt loop, securing her in place as he backed her against the old wood railing.
Chev didn't back down, even when her tender back muscles pressed painfully into the railing behind her, her arms never uncrossing.
“Did you ever stop to think that there was something wrong with me?” Her stern tone and glare wavering for a moment.
“Did you ever think that maybe I “let them” fuck me because I have a problem? And that I trust them with that problem because I've known them longer?”
Jeff fell silent for a moment, his cocky smirk faltering. He hadn't expected that answer at all. He expected her usual non-answer, but what she just said took him off guard enough to stun him.
“I… don't get it.” He said, feeling confused, but still angry and annoyed. “Is it your back pain?” He asked, letting go of her belt loop.
Chev took a breath when he let go of her belt loop, relieved that he backed down just a little bit, even if he still had her basically pinned against the railing.
“No- I mean yes. But-” She sighed again, habitually scratching the scars on the back of her neck. “I have a lot of mental issues, and it… makes sex difficult for me.”
His expression changed after hearing that, softening just a little. He was so close to finally getting answers, the shock of her opening up to him, even just a little, was making him sober up a bit.
He leaned in closely, planting his hands on the railing on each side of her body, trapping her there in case she chickened out. He was listening, actually really listening for once.
“Difficult how?” He asked in a rough whisper.
“I'm fucking weak, is that what you want to hear??” She snapped, angry from feeling so vulnerable and cornered, and even angrier that she had to explain this to him so he would finally stop asking.
“I got assaulted, and it fucked me up so bad that I couldn't have sex for years until a few months ago.” She admitted quickly, the words just falling out of her mouth as she turned her head away, trying not to cry in front of him.
Jeff didn't know what to say after that. He was honestly speechless, not expecting anything like that. He expected something stupid, but not that.
He was silent for a few beats, trying to wrap his head around the new information. He took in a slow deep breath, and his expression softened considerably more.
“Jesus, shiv…” He said, his voice rough, but much quieter now.
“... And I know how borderline violent you are with your hookups, and I just can't handle that.” She continued, tears welling up in her eyes. She had only cried in front of him once years ago, and she didn't want to do that again. She hated how open and vulnerable she was right now.
Jeff felt his chest tightening and twisting uncomfortably. She was afraid of him hurting her. Seeing her usual tough exterior vanish like this made him feel weird. It hurt. And it was because of him. He didn't like it.
He knew that he was an egotistical, narcissistic, and violent person. Hell, he was proud of it, and he never hid that fact from anyone. But to hear that Chev was actually afraid of that part of him… that was different.
Silence filled the frigid winter air again.
Jeff felt awkward. He never knew what to do when these types of feelings came up. Well, normally he didn't give a shit. But she was one of his closest friends, even if they argue constantly. And he wanted to do something.
Wait. She didn't say she didn't want to sleep with him, necessarily. She was just afraid of getting hurt.
The arrogant and smug part of his brain was going haywire at this information, knowing that he does have a chance.
But he decided to hold back… for now. This wasn't the time to start shit again.
He backed off, picked up the cigarette he dropped, relit it, took a long drag, finishing it and tossing the butt off the edge of the patio and into the snow.
“I won't push anymore.” He said suddenly, a statement that seemed pretty out of character even to himself.
Chev turned her head to face forward again, still blinking back tears, but still not ready to look at him yet. She only just nodded in acknowledgement, afraid that if she opened her mouth to speak, it would break the dam she was trying so hard to hold back.
“And if you change your mind…” He placed his hand on the top of her head in an almost teasing gesture, his way of showing affection.
Chev sighed with mild irritation, though she was slightly relieved that he was still just teasing her like he normally does, and wasn't getting angry with her for not immediately saying yes to him.
“I'll do whatever you want me to.” He said in a suggestive tone as he turned away, making his way back inside through the back doors.
Chev paused in confusion when he walked away, then watched him disappear into the crowded mansion when he had his back turned.
What did he mean by that? Was he just flirting again? Or was he insinuating that he would let her take charge, at least a little bit..?
The thought of being able to control such an unpredictable and unruly man actually made her excited.
