Well fuck.
This is the worst time to be horny.
But, how can you help it? Your childhood best friend and crush is just mere centimeters away and totally teasing you.
"You know, you're hot when you bite your lip like that," Jeff comments.
"Oh, shut up!"
"Nah." He caresses your neck, making you tremble under him. He feels your pulse and grins devilishly. "I can, however, make you shut up. "
"No you can't!"
"You wanna bet?" he breathes as he leans in and angles his head. Heart pounding and really wanting this, you close your eyes and wait for his lips to meet yours.
Except, the kiss never comes.
Instead, he pulls away and gets off of you entirely. You look at him questioningly. He just shrugs his shoulders as if nothing happened.
"Asshole..." you mutter under your breath, sighing.
"You wanna say that again?" he glares, his demeanor changing instantly.
"No, I'm pretty sure you heard me the first time."
"That's what I thought."
"Asshat," you say a bit louder, halfway trying to egg him on.
"Okay that's it, you ungrateful bitch. Call me one more thing and you'll get punished!"
"Kinky."
"I'm not playing."
"Okay, mister I'm-not-playing. How are you gonna punish me?"
"Not how you think, slut."
"Oh you little insignificant fucking son of a bitch!" you yell.
Big mistake.
He slaps you across the face. Hard.
"Call me that again, I dare you. Next time, you'll get a knife through your fucking skull," Jeff growls, staring into your soul.
Tears prick your eyes, but you blink them back.
He really has changed. He's not the same Jeff you knew before he disappeared.
How have you not realized sooner?
The old him would've never treated you this way.
"The hell you crying for?"
"You've...changed," you sniffle.
"Well no fucking shit. I'm not the same boy who used to host sleepovers every weekend. I've found my true identity now."
You scream angrily and run out of his bedroom, tripping over yourself as you make it into the bathroom.
You slam the door and lock it, hoping to just stay in there forever. Sitting on the toilet seat, the tears start pouring, and they don't stop. You pinch yourself hard enough to leave welts.
WAKE UP! you scream internally, but nothing happens. It feels like you're trapped in a never-ending nightmare.
***
Bang bang.
"The fuck do you want, Jeffery?"
"Damn, calm your tits. I got ice cream."
"Fuck you."
"What way to show your appreciation. Y'know, you should try using 'thank you' next time."
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I Hate You, I Love You (Jeff the Killer X Reader)
FanficHe was your friend, way back before he went psycho and disappeared. You haven't seen him since. He's still out there somewhere; you just don't know where. It's been seven years since you last saw him. He was just a boy. Then, one fateful night, ever...
