Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Finally Decide Its Better To Be With Him (Part. II)

Ejs and Toby's below guys :) I'll update more now
EYELESS JACK

Your eating habits were back to normal, your crying was beginning to die down, and your slutty clothes were now being thrown away while your normal clothes were coming back into the closet. You were trying to look less like a miserable slut and more like a miserable person. You and EJ had decided to meet, so you sat in your room thinking about how badly you wish you could go back in time and do the one thing that he wanted to prevent him from cheating. As you thought more and more about it, your nerves mixed with the thinking and what not made you run to the bathroom sick, throwing up in the toilet bowl. EJ came in at the wrong time apparently, cause as you were throwing up, he ran up and fell to the floor crying.
"What did I do?!" He yelled, punching the floor. As you finished, you wiped your mouth with a towel and stared at him. You were confused at first, but then you figured he must think you're still suffering from bulimia.
"I'm so sorry baby, I can't believe I did that. I can't BELIEVE I chose HER over YOU. You are so goddamn perfect, please don't leave. I don't want that!" He yelled pointing to your toilet with the vomit still inside.
"I want this!" He pulled out his phone and scrolled to a picture of you in a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies with your hair tied back, reading a book.
"Take me back. PLEASE." He yelled, the black tears falling fat from the empty sockets. Wordlessly, you walked up to him and hugged him, EJ eventually getting the point and hugging back full force.

TICCI TOBY

Toby had agreed to meet you in about an hour, so that was an hour of torture to feel anything but numbness or emotional suffering. You grabbed the hot curling iron and pushed it up against the sensitive skin on your wrist, feeling the sting but then the numbing feeling took over after a few seconds. You added about three new burns before turning to your thighs and taking a pocket knife to cut into them. Just as you were about to add another deep cut, Toby busted through your door, tackling you to the ground with his goggles sitting atop his head and his mouth guard around his neck. You just stared at him and waiting for him to speak.
"I-I love you y-y/n. Please d-don't do this to y-yours-self. I c-can't live with mys-self knowing your d-doing this to yourself b-because of me. T-take me back." He was already crying, a few stray tears falling on to your forehead. Slowly, you nodded your head, and Toby hung his head a little showing a relieved smile.
"I fucking love you." He said, no hint of that cute stutter in his voice.