not proof read || just thoughts :p
[ suggestive content, no direct nsfw, gn reader ]
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i like the way that people write jeff as an asshole to whoever he’s dating — but they share the same energy right back to him so it’s their own weird ass way of loving each other. i’ve been rereading a lot of the original creepypasta stories and jeff was really chill before specific bullies of the story decided to fuck w him? so i like the idea of bringing that version of him back when it would just be the two of you alone.
i imagine him being just…SO odd about everything in your relationship. Good odd.
you’re laying on your bed in the room you share with him. he finally stumbles into the mansion after a mission, he walks up to the room slowly, and quietly. wondering if you’ll hear him. he likes to be quiet before approaching you so you don’t know he’s around. i say it’s his paranoia. not that you’ll be doing anything you shouldn’t be. but that’s how i’d assume he’d want to approach anyone. or maybe … you are doing something you shouldn’t be, he can never be too sure, right?
but as the logical part of his brain expected, you’re laying there lying in nothing but your underwear and a baggy tshirt. you seemed to be completely passed out, your laptop opened in front of you with your own electronic hobby on pause. jeff stares at you for a second, taking in your sleepy state. your hair, the parts of your body that show through the shirt your wearing in your sleepy position, your exposed skin, the curve of your hips and ass. his eyes travel down your legs before his eyes dart back up. he wasn’t really sure how long he was staring down at you for. he wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just, observing you.
he puts any weapons he has on him down on his desk, removing any article of clothing that he deems to be uncomfortable before turning back over to you. you still haven’t moved. he slowly walks over and sits beside your sleeping frame. he lays himself down beside you, though he’s a bit irritated now — he cant see your face. he crawls over you to get a look at your face that he adores more than anything.
he lays comfortably beside you, watching you sleep. now studying every part of your face. the shape of your eyes, cheek, nose, lips. how your hair moves and frames your face. he had never been so vocal about all the details he observes of you. he doesn’t feel like he needs to. but he notices everything. he would be able to tell the difference between the real you and a clone if need be. no questions would need to be asked of him. he’d know.
finally, your eyes start to flutter open as your met with jeffs lifeless looking figure, watching you. “mh,” you mumble, your eyes failing you again as they gently shut. your hand reaches up to hold his arm, a form of you acknowledging that you see and care that he’s there. that he got back okay. “why are you so tired.” he asks plainly. “mgh.” you only mumble again, your hand sliding down his arm slowly. his eyes dart from your hand to your face a few times. “i ran a lot today.” he says. “i wonder how many miles i can run. cus i have really good stamina. i wasn’t even tired.” he bragged.
you smiled as you listen to him. “did…” you finally speak up, his eyes locked onto your closed ones. “did you get the…the thing..” you werent sure why you were so tired. “i asked for..” you finish. jeff raised a brow. “oh,” he hummed. “yeah, it’s in the fridge for you. it was like, a pink can. right?” he asked. you nodded and smiled before your eyes finally managed to open. “hello.” he says. “hi handsome.” you say back. “why are you so tired.” he repeated. “you were gone all day.” you responded, lifting yourself up now with one arm. “had nothing to do. all caught up on work. didn’t sleep for…two days. i think.” you explained. “yeah, i know.” he retorts. “you can’t do that.” he flicked your forehead. you scoffed. “shut up.”
“need more energy.” you groaned. “you didn’t eat.” jeff said, irritated. “correct.” you lift your head up now, inhaling strong and blowing your eyes wide as an attempt to wake yourself up finally. “i can’t be fucking a stick, go eat something.” jeff shoves you harshly, causing you to fall back onto your back. as he did that you had his arm on lock, dragging him atop of you. “yeah, how do you think i feel?” you shoot back. jeff grumbles and leans down to bite your shoulder. “aye!” you exclaim, slapping his back. “harder.” he mumbles against your skin. “ew, don’t start.” you gag, shoving him away from you.
“missed you.” he says, leaning down to your face. his long hair draped the sides of your cheeks, almost creating privacy between you two. “missed you too.” you say softly. “no,” he begins. “you were sleeping all day. you didn’t miss shit.” you make a sarcastic face of acknowledgment. “i dreamt of you.” you say honestly. “yeah?” he grins. “oh, stop.” you roll your eyes as he laughs.
usually you’d knock out the drink jeff brought you the moment he came home. instead, your drink waited in the fridge that night until the morning. getting colder and crisper each second.
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