Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

It's a Date

Jeff the Killer:

"Ugh! I think I just walked through a spider-web . . ."

"God do you ever shut up?"

The two of you were walking through the forest on a date. You were having fun, but also enjoyed giving him a hard time. You couldn't help but smirk every time he snapped at you or even insulted you. It was funny as hell in your opinion.

"Jeeeeeeff I'm cold."

"Good for you."

"Give me your hoodie."

"No."

"Jeff, you're supposed to give your date your coat, it's romantic." You hid your smile behind your hand when he groaned loudly and angrily pulled off his sweater and threw it at you.

"Thank yooou- oof!" You bumped into him and he glared at you. You glanced up and gasped, you had arrived at a small clearing full of small, colorful flowers. With a grin, you ran past him and jumped into the thick grass, giggling at the little moths and butterflies that fluttered up. Laying on your back, you stared up at the blue sky and called Jeff over to you. He sat next to you and looked down at you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't think of what.

"C'mon, spit it out you- oww." He flicked you on the nose hard.

Ben Drowned:

You and Ben both sat in silence, Ben with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. It was the next day, and you were both embarrassed and unsure of what to do.

"I can't take you anywhere." He finally said, glancing at you. You didn't have to ask why, you could guess.

"That's okay . . . wanna play video games?" He immediately brightened up, making you smile. You didn't have a huge collection of games, you weren't made of money after all. If the game was multiplayer, he beat your ass. If it wasn't, he still beat your ass by playing after you and showing how much better he was. Fortunately, you weren't a sore loser, though his constant bragging and teasing did irritate you after a while. But overall, the date was really cute and fun.

Eyeless Jack:

Once you heard a knock at your door, you giggled quietly and smoothed down your shirt. Opening the door, you exclaimed a quick, "Hi!" before ushering him inside. You were not surprised to see he was wearing his usual black hoodie and pants, but you didn't mind. The date was lovely. You sat on your couch together and watched a horror movie. You made popcorn but he politely declined, you found it slightly odd but didn't say anything. He didn't flinch at any of the scary moments but you jumped every time, once even grabbing his arm by instinct.

"I wish you didn't have to go . . ." You admitted at the door later that night. "I had so much fun." Jack placed a gloved hand against your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb, making you smile.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said quietly. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Masky:

You giggled and covered your mouth, your cheeks turning pink. Okay, maybe you had a little too much to drink, but you couldn't help it. You were having so much fun with Tim, even getting him to agree to this date was enough reason to celebrate. He was handling his alcohol much better then you, he was a little tipsy but not stumbling and laughing his ass off like you were.

"Y'knooow, you can spend the night if you want." You slurred, attempting to wink but just blinking instead. You glanced at your bedroom door.

"I'll have to decline." He replied, chuckling.

"Aw, but whyyy?"

"Because you're drunk." You stood up, making him raise his eyebrows below his mask.

"I'm not drunk." You said slowly, swaying on your feet. Tim got up and lifted up his mask before quickly kissing your cheek, making you giggle loudly.

Hoodie:

Brian basically invited himself over to your house for your date, but you definitely weren't complaining. You made him dinner and watched a movie together. The two of you are pretty quiet, but not in an awkward way at all. You feel incredibly relaxed around him, and when you do talk it makes you incredibly happy. You ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder while watching the movie, and he gently woke you up before leaving to say goodbye. "Sorry." You mumbled, and he shrugged, not bothering to move you and letting you slowly get up on your own.

"Will I see you again tomorrow?" You asked shyly, and he nodded. Before you closed the door, he pecked you on the forehead with his mask on, but you still blushed.