Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

Uh Oh

"We didn't do anything last night." She said.

"Are you sure? I specifically remember getting into a heated make-out session." I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to think about it.

"Yeah totally." She rolled her eyes, going to open the door.

I grabbed her wrist just before she could, and pulled her back over to the edge of the bed.

"Jeff what are you doing?" She asked.

"I want a hug." I said.

"A hug? You always push me away when I hug you." She pointed out.

"Well fine fuck off then if you're just gonna tease me about it." I let go of her.

"Aww c'mon! Come here." She tackled me onto the bed, landing on top of me.

I blushed as she straddled me, keeping her arms around my neck.

She laughed and sat up, running a hand through her hair to get it out of her face.

God, she looks so perfect.

I stared at her, taking in her beauty.

She looked down at me and slowly stopped smiling.

She leaned down, her lips only inches away from mine.

If I even made the slightest movement, out lips would connect.

"The big bad Jeff The Killer, blushing like an idiot just because he's close to a girl. What a story this'll be." She smiled teasingly, and pulled away.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and continued to stare at her.

"What makes you think I'm blushing because of you?" I asked.

"The fact that I can feel your boner. You do realize I'm sitting right on your crotch, right? You wouldn't get like that unless you liked what you saw." She smirked.

"Oh so it's a dick and not a flashlight now?" I asked.

"It's always been a dick, Jeff." She said.

"Anyways, I should go get ready." She yawned and stretched, then got off me and waved before walking out the door.

"Damn her." I pouted.

"Yoooo!" BEN walked through the door, making me sit up immediately.

"Is that a boner?" He asked, pointing at my pants.

"(Y/N) must've been in here. I saw her walk past and DAYUM HER ASS IN THEM PANTS BOIIII." BEN yelled, looking excited.

Too excited.

Within seconds he was pinned to the floor with my knife at his throat.

"Don't talk about her like that again or I'll cut your fucking throat so quick your blood won't even know how to react." I threatened.

He gulped and apologized.

"I-I'm sorry dude, you-you know I don't mean it!" He stuttered.

I reluctantly moved my knife from his neck and let him up.

He scrambled to get out of my room and ran down the stairs.

I sighed and put my knife away, then grabbed a towel and headed into my bathroom to take a hot shower.

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(Y/N)'s POV:
I walked past BEN in the hallway and noticed him staring at me.

More specifically, my ass.

I rolled my eyes and walked away after flipping him off.

I walked into the kitchen to see Toby making waffles, he already had about 4 on his plate, yet he still had a full bowl of batter beside him.

"Hey Toby." I smiled.

"Oh, h-hey (Y/N). Want so-some waffl-es?" He asked.

"Sure, thanks." I walked to the cabinet and grabbed a plate.

We ate our waffles, telling jokes and laughing in between each bite.

"Y'know Toby, I really like your company. You're a great person, considering what you do for fun, that's surprising." I smiled.

"Tha-nk you (Y-Y/N)." He smiled too.

Jeff walked in, his hair damp and in a ponytail.

"Wow Jeff, never seen your hair put up before." I commented.

"Yeah well I don't like it when it sticks to my face, so I tied it back." He said.

Damn he looks fine AS FUUUCKK with his hair in a ponytail.

That's rare, not many guys can look that good in general but DAMN.

Okay, chill, that's sexual harassment at that point.

Yeah you're right, sorry.

Apology accepted.

He walked to the fridge and took out 2 eggs, milk, and a slice of cheese.

"Whatcha makin'?" I asked.

"An omelet, why?" He asked, suspicious.

"You can cook?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Can't you?" He has an amused look in his eyes.

"Y-yeah." I cursed myself for stuttering.

"Oh my fucking god, you can't cook!" He laughed.

"Shut up!"