Sunshine [Jeff The Killer x M! Reader]

Part 2

Jeff was now staring at (Y/N) watching him sleep, making sure he wasn't going to get up and proceed to come out the closet. He slowly walked closer to him as he stood over and just watched him lay there.

Jeff's eyes wondered all over him, taking in every little detail. It was pretty dark and the only light coming through was the moon, shining nicely on (Y/N)'s face and some parts of his body. He had some face piercings which complimented his appearance nicely.

His hand slowly creeped onto his face, lighting caressing it. His skin was soft, unlikes Jeff's who felt leathery. His hand slowly made it way down to his neck, oh he so badly wanted to touch it with his own lips. Moving down to his bare chest, he breathes in, starting to feel all tingly just by the thought.

What stop this though was when he moved down to his stomach. He frowned a bit looking at a big scar on the side of it, his fingers traces over it as he looks back at (Y/N)'s face. Did someone fucking hurt whats mines? He wanted to wake (Y/N) up right then and there, wanting to ask where he got this shit from, it was making him angry and he wanted to kill whoever did this. It was a pretty big scar, he couldn't imagine how much pain he must've been in.

But he knew that was a bad idea, he shouldn't let (Y/N) see him yet, even thought he badly wanted to talk to him again. He suppressed his anger for now and started tracing his hands back up towards his arms. He slowly went towards his hands and intertwined both of their hands together, his hands felt so warm, just like when they were kids. His missed this feeling.

He gently lifts both their hands up and kisses his knuckles, gently rubbing it with his thumbs. "I missed you so much, Sunshine..." he sighs as he bends down beside the bed, as he watches his best friend for the rest of the night. Just to make sure he was okay, just to make sure he doesn't get hurt again. Jeff was scared to let go, he didn't know how (Y/N) was going to react but he didn't care.

No matter how he reacts towards him, he is never leaving his side ever again.

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(Y/N) woke up from his slumber and yawned as he looked at the time, Hmm...it's 12 o'clock, I have time to make some breakfast before I have to start some work. And that's what he did, he made a simple breakfast sandwich with toasted bread, scrambled eggs, and Vermont maple sausages. (yummy)

He got a cup of apple juice/orange juice, and headed back upstairs to eat his food as he watched some YouTube while he ate. After a couple minutes he was done and decided to put on some clothes before he started working on what he needed to do.

He puts his plate to the side of his bed, and begins making his way to his closet. Opening it, he decides to put on (F/C) shirt with some baggy jeans. As he closes it back up he took his plate downstairs in the sink. He quickly washes the plate, headed back towards his room and sat at his desk getting ready to work.

(Y/N) was a concept artist, he would draw characters, backgrounds, etc for games and cartoons. And right now he was drawing come character designs, later though he has some side commissions to start, just for a little extra money.

It's been a couple hours now, probably 2-3 and (Y/N) had some good enough rough sketches to send out to his boss. He stretched out his arms and yawned, "okayyy (Y/N)! Time to start the the other com-" He jumped at the sudden noise from his lamp, it had exploded. "Ughhh what the fuck?" He gets up and starts carefully picking up the pieces, and taking the broken lightbulb out his lamp.

"Now I have to go to the basement," He rolls eyes as he went downstairs and headed towards the basement, almost forgetting to put the broken bulb in the trash. He took out his phone and started using his flashlight before heading downstairs.