Jeff The Killer X Reader

morning

Jeff's pov

I was in the front room playing late night videogames with Ben, when I hear a blood curtailing screen come from upstairs. I realize Yn is the only one here, other than Ben and I, so I rush to my room.
When I open my door I look around and spot Yn in the corner, wrapped in covers crying, and rocking herself back and forth. I go over to her and pick her up bridal style, and carry her to my bed. I hold her to me, and whisper sweet nothings on how she would be alright. She soon started to drift back to sleep, her head on my shoulder, me holding her close. I look at her sleeping face and smile, 'what have I gotten myself into.' I think.
(So you know, everyone in this house is a murderer, and Jeff has no eyelids '-')

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When I woke up I noticed I was laying with someone, I was also stuck to their chest, so I look up at their face, and see Jeff, my face goes red, and then I remember last night. I start to cry again, as the memories of my past come to me, I never had a real family, only allusions, tricks, and lies. I cry harder. Jeff then begins to wake up, the looks down at me. "Don't cry Yn," he says in a sleepy tone. Of course this makes me even more emotional, and I realize that Jeff and the others were the closest people to family I ever had. What if they left me? What if I lost them? Do they want me here? Am I nothing but impostor to them?
My crying turns to sobbing, and Jeff sits up, pulling me with him. He wraps his arms around him and puts his mouth up to my ear. "It's ok Yn, I'm hear for you," he says. I turn my face to him and look into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of moss green. I knew I could trust him.

We sat like that for a while, untill Jeff broke the silence, "I'm hungry, and I bet there are some pancakes calling our names downstairs."
At that I chuckle, and wipe my face. "Wait a minute," I say to him as I get up and walk to my the dresser. I grab one of Jeff's shirts, and a pair of his draw string shorts. I walk over to his bathroom, and get changed, wearing by my bra from yesterday. When I walk out of his bathroom, I hear a whistle, I look at Jeff, my face going red. "Cut it out," I say jokingly at him.
"Can't, you look way better than me in my own clothes, *sigh*, I will never understand girls," he jokes back.
"Well let's go, cause your right, I need some pancakes," you say, a small smile at your lips.
"Whatever you say, princess," he says, we both freeze at his words. "I-i mean, let's go," he changes his wording.
Did he just call me princess? I think to myself.