sup im feeding my inner 13-year-old who read too many jeff the killer x reader fics on deviantart and you know what? imma do my little self some service and write some cringe jtk x readers, HAVE FUN READING MY FULLY SELF INDULGENT FICS. Face claim f...
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How did you get in this situation? You didn't even remember. But right now you were trying to sleep on a warm summer night, your thin fluffy blanket tossed over your hips and thighs as your fan blew slowly cooling down air across your body.
And you would've slept better if there wasn't a fucking heat pack spooning you. You grumbled to yourself, glancing at your clock. 2:45 am. And you had fucking work in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. You turned over, coming face to face with the pale face of....your roommate? acquaintance? Person who continued to break into your apartment and cuddle you in the middle of the night? Boyfriend-esque dude? He damn well acted like the last one, he ticked nearly all the boxes.
Protective? Check. Affectionate? Check. Grumpy? Check. Ate all the food in your fridge? Check. Got you gifts? Check. Murdered dudes who harassed you? Check...well that was a normal boyfriend thing but, he was anything but normal. You blinked at his sleep mask-covered eyes and struggled to get out of his grip, sliding off of your bed and walking to your kitchen. If you couldn't sleep you would get a snack or something.
You grabbed a pack of pop tarts and popped them into your toaster, leaning against the dining table, sipping at a small can of root beer. About a year ago now, Jeff had broken into your house for the first time; planning to kill you. But he failed, you didn't know how you did it but you fought him off, kicking him in the dick and slamming your metal bat into his head; then you knocked him the fuck out. You smirked at the memory, while that had been a terrifying experience, it was fucking hilarious to look back on; considering how Jeff acted now.
For three months after the original break-in/murder attempt, Jeff stalked you, planning to try to kill you again. And you didn't know what it was about you, but he got attached, neither of you knew why; but one day you got cornered by this gross ass looking dude and Jeff came in and slit his throat. You both just stared at each other for a good minute before Jeff grabbed your hand and quickly led you away from the scene of the crime, dropping you off at your house and then just-leaving. And then he started to just; show up. Never said why, never announced himself, but you would come home from work to see the pale serial killer chilling on your couch, eating your food.
You kicked him out the first month of this repeating occurrence, but afterward, you just stopped trying. It had been four months since he last attempted to kill you and now he was being...nice and protective? He was still an asshole but in that kinda; endearing way. But you had mostly stopped being paranoid about him killing you, you had even asked him if your death was still on his list, and he said 'no.' firmly and almost to himself, as if he was telling himself that you were not to be touched in a harmful way.
You sighed, perking up as you noticed your pop tarts were done and you took them out and set them on a paper towel, leaning against the countertop as you stood in the dim light of the motion sensor light hidden beneath the cabinet.
You looked towards the hallway that led to your room as you heard a shuffle of clothing, and soon Jeff walked into the kitchen, his hair all over the place and nearly falling out from his half-up hairdo. "why are you up?" he asked in a raspy voice, squinting at you as you shrugged. He sighed, rubbing his face. "it's like three am."
You just rose your brow at him and tilted your head "sorry, but it's like eighty degrees in my room and I have a walking heat pack that never takes off its hoodie. So forgive me for being unable to sleep. You know I like it cold." Jeff grumbled to himself and removed his hoodie, going back into your room and opening your windows, letting the cool night breeze into your room, and then messing with your air conditioner. "you're paying for that shit!" you yelled as you heard the mechanics whirr to life. You hear him grumble to himself as he walked back into your kitchen, going over to the cabinet you had turned into a 'jeff food corner' and taking a bag of white cheddar popcorn. He then stood next to you, shoulder to shoulder, and you just ate in silence.
About twenty minutes later, you could finally feel the temperature difference and you pushed off the counter and went back into your room, Jeff following close behind. You sighed, the room finally cool enough for you to sleep comfortably; you slipped into bed and curled up facing the wall.
Jeff plopped down beside you and curled his arms around your waist, keeping his body a few inches away from you so you wouldn't be as affected by his body heat. And you discovered a nice cool room with a comfortable source of warmth was very nice. You turned over, tossing your leg over Jeff's hip and cuddling into his chest, you heard him chuckle and curl around you, his long legs hitting the bed frame. "thought I was a heat pack" he muttered and you shushed him, pushing at his chin.
"shhhhh heat packs don't talk" Jeff chuckled again, slid his sleep mask on, and fell asleep with you in his arms. He didn't know what he did to deserve you, a girl he had fallen hard for and hadn't called the police on him. But he didn't question it, he was happy to protect you, to keep you.
