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Jeff The Killer by PsychoNaito

“Smiley face!”


“Nice come back snow owl! That all you got?”

“Big talk, I should have guessed with that big mouth you have! You should really get that looked at.”

“What are you two fighting about now,” Hoodie huffed, walking into the room only to be thrown into the middle of a heated argument between you and the killer.

“This psychopath tried to burn me alive in my own room! Setting my curtains on fire while I was asleep,” you snapped, throwing the boy your side of the story before the killer even had a chance to open his mouth.

“I'm the psychopath? Look who's talking Ms. Throw knives every chance she gets! You nearly took my eye out over a can of tuna!” The killer tried to defend, not wanting to be the one to get in trouble with Slender.

“I threw the knife at you for that because the first snow was yesterday and Lillian and her kittens need the food! I can't keep going out, trudging through the snow just to get tuna for her to eat all because you feel the need to eat it! There are other things to eat, and you tried to set me on fire! You have no controversy in the story other then that! Plus, who was the one to teach me how to throw the knives?” You snapped, trying to get your point across as smoothly as you could though you knew you were doing a terrible job.

“W-well... I didn't teach you to throw knives to kill everyone in the fucking house!”

“I'm not trying to kill everyone, I'm just trying to kill you!” You growled, getting ready to beat the crap out of him as your blood pressure rose.

“Alright thats enough! Both of you knock it off!” Hoodie snapped, quickly trying to break up the argument before one of you ended up in the clinic, again. Yes, again.

“Yea _______, knock it off!” Jeff huffed. Your only response was to stick your tongue out, knowing by the way he had stuttered earlier that you had basically won the conversation, like always.

“Do that again and I will cut your tongue off,” the killer snapped, pulling a knife and twirling it in his hands only for Hoodie to snatch it and shove it in his own sweatshirt, not wanting blood to be spilled.

“What'cha gonna do now?” You mocked, sticking your tongue out again only to further anger the killer.

“Bitch, why do you always have to drive up my blood pressure!”

“The same reason every time I walk in the room you have to call me a bitch, bitch!” You hissed back, your own anger starting to boil over as the conversation continued.

After that the air fell deadly quiet and you both just quietly glared at one another. It got to the point where there must have been a wall of tension, because when BEN tried to enter the room he stopped right at the door as if he had run into something before turning and walking away, not wanting to get pulled into it like Hoodie had.

“I do it because...” The killer spoke up, effectively weakening the tension with his trail off of a sentence. At his words you lowered your anger and replaced it with confusion, not sure why he trailed off like he had. If he was to insult you he would have just flat out said it, so you knew he was actually trying to say something meaningful.

“What is it toothpaste?” You muttered, still keeping a small wall of anger up as you commented on his pale completion. You watched closely as he tensed in aggression at your comment, but his cheeks flushed a light pink as he seemed to realize you were actually listening instead of blocking everything out.

“Nothing, never mind,” he quickly shot out, almost as if he couldn't get it out quickly enough which just went on to frustrate you. You hated when people started to tell you something but then decided it wasn't important, because then it just left you curious.

“Scared emoticon?” You hummed, trying to purposely raise his blood pressure so he would say it instead of cowering out like he had. It seemed to work for he whipped around, his teeth clenched tightly as he stormed his way over and slammed you into the wall. Letting out a squeak you gasped for air, only for it to be stolen when he pressed into you, pushing all the air from your lung then forced a kiss on you, making sure it was short that way you wouldn't pass out from lack of air.

When he pulled back you were both a bright shade of red and Hoodie's jaw had dropped, hanging slightly ajar. After a few seconds the killer backed off, quickly called Smile from downstairs, and made his way out of the house for what you assumed as a walk. You would have wanted to go for a walk to after that, but with no one to lead you back you just scurried up to your room and locked yourself behind the door, not really in the mood to be bothered anymore.

By the time the killer had returned you had made dinner and sat through it in utter silence, not really sure what to say. You were afraid if you said anything at all someone would bring up the kiss and you would be forced to explain it. You would have been happy to if you knew the reasons behind it, but as of no there were none, at least not on your side of the story. You had almost escaped when at the last second while you were taking dishes and putting them in the sink Hoodie spoke up, and like an ass through you into the conversation you had been trying to avoid all night.

“So _______, what do you think of Jeff's kissing skills?” At that everyone who was still in the kitchen froze and turned to you on the corner of a dime. All you could do was blush and focus on dishes, acting as if you hadn't heard what he said. You were both thankful and horrified when they turned the conversation on Jeff, realizing they weren't going to get any answers out of you.

“Well, uhh...mmm...why do you guys care anyway? It's none of your business,” the killer quickly spoke out, not wanting to have the conversation either. Unlike you he didn't have the skills to pretend he hadn't heard, because everyone had already seen his face flush at the hooded boys comment.

“We want to know because you both are always fighting. You can't just come out of no where and start kissing on her, it confuses us all. Are we suppose to let you guys fight now and let you literally kiss and make up, or jump in the middle before you both go knife wild on one another?” Hoodie hummed, his voice sounded genuinely confused as he spoke.

“Jump in the middle,” you quickly cut in, answering for the killer since a part of you never wanted that to happen again. Of course there was a part of you that made you want to argue with him more just for the end out come, but you felt if you started doing that things would just get worse and the only time you both would actually talk would be if one was seriously sick or hurt.

The killer looked a little disappointed at your words, but seemed to quickly catch on and let the disappointment fade from his features. It didn't take ling for you to finish up with the dishes before scurrying up to your room, not wanting to be bothered or stopped on the way up since you were almost positive that conversation would start up again.

Once in your room you nuzzled down into your blankets and tried to fall asleep, only for your mind to keep you awake with thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep your mind would replay the kiss that had both panicked you and please you at the same time. It had taken you hours just to drift off let alone actually sleep to where the noises around you weren't making you jolt awake.

What was going to happen now? How were you suppose to work with that lingering in your head?

I'm sorry this took so longt update, but I have SOOOO much writers block for this story, so I will ask you guys what you think should happen next?

I tis need ideas >.< because my brain is just coming up short with this story for some reason.

 I might actually start a new story up just to fill in for the day where I can't come up with ideas ideas for this one. ;_; Imma so srry guys.

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Amazed-Shipper901 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014
I have been looking for this scenario in x readers for so long....I'm going to die of happiness...
FANGIRLHetalia Featured By Owner May 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
JadetheKidR9 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014   General Artist
Me: WELL THIS IS AWKWARD IMMA PENGUIN I CAN READ YOUR MIND!!! -runs out of kitchen and jumps out window-
Kit-Kit-Ridge Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
If I was there during the awkward silence after the kiss I would have said,

"Seriously guys just fuck already, I can smell the Sexual tensions..."
Spiritmist16 Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh this is buildin' up!
RoflcopterPilot21 Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
One thing is needed: sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexssexsecsexsexsrxsexfjudhjgvdjlosexsexsexsexsexsex
CONNIE123456 Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2013
When he pulled back you were both a bright shade of red and Hoodie's jaw had dropped, hanging slightly ajar
Loled sooooooo hard at that poor hoodie musta had a shock big enough to stop his heart XDD
IceCreamCookiePet Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2013
Heres an idea, jeff goes into the readers room and pins them to there bed, and jeff starts to kiss the reader,and they well,, sexal themed? I am a dummy! 
IceCreamCookiePet Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2013
its a good idea.. jeff could be in like a bad mood.. Sweating a little... 
MewSaysI1 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2013
i like it :3
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