#lee!jeff

You and Jeff the Killer have been sharing a house together for a while now. Roughly 5 months now. And you’re used to the loud shenanigans that Jeff gets into. But you put your book down this afternoon and can’t help but notice how abnormally quiet it is in the house. Worried about Jeff, you walk into Jeff’s room and knock on the door. 

*Knock, knock, knock* 

“Jeff?” You call. 

Jeff let out what sounded like some sort of grunt inside his room. You tilt your head, and open the door and smile as you look in…

Jeff was struggling with his eyes. They were dry and red like tomatoes. You walk in and grab the eye drops off the dresser. “Let me help you.” You tell him. 

“(Y/N), I can do it. I’m not helpless.” He complained. 

You smirk and hold up 3 fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?” You ask. 

Jeff looked at the fingers, and tilted his head. “4…no, 2.” He replied. 

You blink and look at your own fingers. This looks like 4 or 2? 

“Was I close?” He asked. 

You smile. “The answer was 3.” You reply. 

“So I WAS close.” He added. 

You laugh and raise up the eye drops. “Here:” You squish the bottle, and watch as two drops fall into his left eye. “And the other one…” You squish the bottle over the right eye and watch as 2 drops fall in. You grab the sides of his head and hold his head back. “Keep your eyes back for a couple seconds. I want to make sure the drops lube up every area of your eyes.” You finally let go of his head and grab a kleenex. You wet it a little bit and dab under his eyes. “If you didn’t cut off your eyelids, you wouldn’t be in so much pain.” You tell him. 

“Don’t make me poke you in the eyes. I’m not afraid to.” Jeff warned. 

You stick your tongue out at him, and watch as he rolls his eyes at you. Your silly face was the very first thing he could see clearly in possibly months. 

You head out to the living room, and sit down on the couch again. You pull out your book, and resume reading for a little bit. But you can feel the gaze of a pale person standing above the headrest of the couch. You just smile slightly as you keep reading, trying to ignore him. 

Then, you hear a clean swipe of a steel object. You smirk, drop the book, and flip onto your back. You raise your legs up and kick the knife right out of his hands, before catching the knife blade-first between your palms mere millimeters from your face. “Nice try, Jeff.” You tell him. 

Jeff growled and pouted. “How are you so good at that?” He asked. 

You laugh and give Jeff the knife back. “I just am.” You reply, refusing to tell him your secret. “Now get over here.” You grab Jeff’s free hand and pull him down. His body flops onto your lap back-first and sideways, groaning as a bit of the air was thrown out of his lungs. 

When he recovered, Jeff grabbed your shirt and stared at you deeply. “You are messing with the wrong person…” He threatened. 

“Ooooh…Being Mr. Tough-Guy now?” You tease. 

“TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, DAMN YOU!” He shouted. 

Your face cringes in disgust. “Good god your breath smells awful.” you tell him. 

Jeff’s anger quickly softens into curiosity. He breaths onto his own hand, smells it, and cringes as well. “I’m gonna brush my teeth. But when I get back, you’re gonna be dead!” He warned. 

You smirk as you cross your arms. You already knew exactly how to weaken the killer. 

You hear brushing sounds and water running, before hearing gurgling and a falling cap. You hear him spit into the sink, turn off the water and close the closet door. Then, he walks out of the bathroom, positions himself back in the position he was in before, and grabs his knife. “Now go to sleep.” He whispers. 

You roll your eyes and poke both his sides. He yelps and drops the knife, shocked to be disarmed so quickly. “Alright, tough-guy. Now shut up and laugh.” You declare with a wide smirk. 

He growled as he looked deep into your eyes. “You so much as raise those fingers…and I will stab you right in- GAHAA! (Y/N)! NO!” He shouted, interrupting himself with his own cackle and holding his ribs, glaring at you. 

“Sorry, what was that? Didn’t quite hear you. I was too busy trying to take you seriously.” You say before you skitter 8 of your fingers on his uncovered hips. 

He tittered and clenched his teeth as he struggled not to laugh. He was determined not to give you what you so desperately wanted. If he had eyelids, he probably would be squeezing his eyes shut right now. 

“It’s ironic how Mr. Tough-Guy has such a big weakness.” You tease. “Because soon, everyone will know that Mr. Jeffrey ‘the Killer’ Woods, can turn into quite the toddler.” You tease further. 

“YoumentionthistoANYONE-” 

You move your hands up to his middle ribs and squeeze them. “ooOOHNOHOHOHOHAHAHAhahahaha!” He cackled. “IHIHI’LL KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” He threatened. 

“Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that, Jeff the Giggler.” You tease. 

You took a moment to lift up Jeff bridal style, and then place him onto the couch. Comfortableon the couch, you go back to dancing your fingers all over his now-vulnerable ribs. “Keep on laughing, Smiley Jeffy!” You tease. 

“THIHIHIS IHIHIS NOHOHOT FUHUNNYYYY!” He shouted at you. 

“If it’s not funny, then why are you laughing?” You ask next before going for his belly button. “My my…what a ticklish belly button you’ve got here! Shame you’re so ticklish…you would probably be able to get out of here really fast otherwise.” You tell him. 

“FIHIHIGHT MEHEHE!” He yelled back. 

“Gladly~” You take in a deep breath and blow a raspberry right on his belly over his white hoodie. 

Jeff screams…yes, screams…and throws his head back with hysterical laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAhahaha! STAHAHAHAHAP!” He begged. 

“Well now here’s the thing:” You clear your throat as he swirl your finger in his belly button. “If I stop, then you might try to kill me again. But if I keep tickling you, eventually you’ll pass out.” You add. 

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT GOHOHONNA KIHIHILL YOHOU! IHIHIT’S AHAHA JOHOHOHOKE!” He told you. 

You laugh. “I know that. Obviously it’s a joke, cause otherwise you wouldn’t be living with me. You also wouldn’t even attempt to get closer to me if you planned to kill me. Cause then this kill would hurt more than satisfy.” You add. 

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHP!” He yelled back. 

“Keep telling me to shut up, and I may just keep tickling you.” You warn with a smirk. “Though, I may continue tickling you anyway cause my GOD, is it fun!” You add. 

“IHIHI’M GOHIHONNA PEEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” He told you. 

You widen your eyes and immediately stop. “Alright. If you need to go to the bathroom, now’s your time.” You tell him. 

Jeff tried to wipe and scratch away the phantom tickles on his belly button and ribs. “Ohokahay…Ihi’ll behehe rihight bahahahack.” He said, getting up onto his feet and running to the bathroom. 

Not long after, you hear the toilet flush and the water tap turn on and off. A few minutes later, you watch as he opens the door and walks back up to you. “Alright. Ready to keep going with our…thing.” Jeff told him. 

You tilt your head. “I’m sorry, is Mr. Tough-Guy actually looking forward to more tickles?” You ask, curious. “Well…Maybe the tough guy killer is…unnecessary to keep up right now.” Jeff told you. 

“I see…” You reply. “So…where would you like to be tickled?” You ask, wiggling your fingers. 

He clears his throat, a blush managing to show up on his pale face. He couldn’t believe he was being teased with words and wiggly fingers right now…How is that small act enough to make him blush?! But…he hasn’t blushed in so long…not since before his burn injury. He touched his own cheeks and felt the warmth of his cheeks. 

“Wow…You are not used to blushing…are you?” You ask, surprised, and also really happy to see Jeff’s face a nice, light pink color. You cross your arms and wait for him to answer your previous question. 

“Um…My…” Jeff looked down and to the right side of the ground. “Myarmpits.” He replied. 

“I’m sorry, didn’t quite hear you. Can you please repeat that?” You ask with a smirk. 

He frowns at you. “You heard me.” He said. 

“Yeah…I did. But I want to hear it louder and more clearer.” You told him. 

Jeff sighed and hung his head. “My armpits…please?” He asked. 

You walk up and lay him down on the carpet in the living room. “Alright.” You raise his arms up. “Keep your arms up though! Otherwise I’m not gonna tickle you.” You tell him. 

“What?!” Jeff reacted, grunting. “W-Why?” He asks. 

You chuckle. “Cause that’s how this works. You have a way to stop me this time. If you need a break, then lower your arms. And if you still want tickles, then keep your arms up.” You reply. 

Jeff nodded and rested his arms on the ground above him. But when you placed your hands right close to his armpits, Jeff visibly tensed. 

You move your hands back a bit. “You ready?” I ask. 

Jeff sighed and rested his hands back on the ground above. You bring your hands slightly closer…and then finally touch down on his armpits. 

He squealed and threw his head back. “OHO NOHOHOhohoho!” He laughed, completely throwing his arms down. 

You stop tickling him the moment your hands are squished by his arms. You smile and slowly remove your hands. “What did I tell you?” You say. 

Jeff growled and raised his arms up again. He rested his arms onto the ground above and watched as you started to tickle both his armpits. 

He gasped and bursted out laughing. “eeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” He shook his head left and right. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO HAHAHAHARD!” He yelled right before dropping his arms down. 

You giggle and bring your hands back to your own sides. “Harder than you think?” You ask. 

“Yeheheheah…Yeah it is.” He responded, slightly out of breath. 

You think for a moment and decide to help him out a bit. “Here. Let me help you.” You grab his left arm and keep it up for him. With his left arm up, you tickle his armpit with your right hand. 

Jeff squeaked and bursted out giggling instead of laughing this time. You began to realize that tickling both his armpits is just like tickling two spots at once. So, you decided tickling one armpit might be easier on him. 

“HAhahahaha! Thihihis ihihis aha bihihit behetter.” He told you. 

You smile brightly as you slowly remove your left hand from his left wrist. While you slowly bring your left hand back, you continue to tickle his left armpit with your right hand. 

With the grip on his wrist now gone, he was lowering his arm down bit by bit. But he still wanted to keep his arm up. You can quickly assume that he knows your rules, and wants more tickles. So, you keep going for a bit. “Not bad, not bad Jeffrey!” You react with a smile. 

After about 5 minutes of tickling, Jeff finally lowered his whole arm down. You stopped tickling the moment his upper arm trapped your hand, and you slide your hand out of his armpit. “Well done, Jeff!” You cheer him on. 

“Thahank…Thank you.” He said back. 

“So…” You smirk and walk up to his side, before poking it. This made him squeak right away. “Does this mean you like being tickled?” You ask. 

Jeff widened his eyes (if that was even possible), and stared at you for a couple seconds. Then, he turned himself onto his belly and hid his noseless face inside his hands, kicking his feet out of pure embarrassment. You burst out laughing at his reaction. It was absolutely priceless! Worth every threat out of that killer’s mouth! 

You lay down beside him, giving his side a few squeezes. His feet-kicking gets stronger as muffled giggles leave his mouth. Despite what the man is capable of, seeing this side of him was absolutely adorable. It reminded you that despite the insane mind, despite the creepy look and the disfigured face, he is still an adolescent human boy who struggled. And though it does not excuse his actions, you are the only person providing a more stable place for him to reconcile and maybe consider getting better.