Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

~His POV: First Day/Night Back Together (part 1)~

Jeff the Killer

Y/N is so cute when she sleeps... Lips slightly parted, hair askew... A perfect angel. My finger tips glided across her arm gently, my body and mind not allowing sleep to find me. Her lips curled into a smile in her sleep. If only she knew how much it meant to have her in the same bed again. Carefully, I slid my hand to her back and pushed my hand under her pajama shirt. I would never be close enough and never get enough of her.

Sounds started coming from the baby monitor, derailing my train of thought. Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to Winter's nursery. She was wiggling as much as a new born could but not crying. Such a fragile thing... I carefully lifted her into my arm, cooing gently as I headed to the kitchen to make a bottle.

"Mommy is still sleeping so a bottle for you until she wakes up..." I murmured softly to the little girl in my arms. She stared back at me, her eyeswide. Blue... She had blue eyes... I moved over to the fridge, where a few bottles are already set up. I popped one in the microwave, speaking softly to Winter, "And then after you drink your bottle, I'll tuck you back into bed... Well crib. You aren't big enough for a bed yet..."

"Are you talking to the baby?" Y/N's voice came from behind me. She sounded tired. Go back to sleep, babe...

I turned to face her, "Yes..."

Y/N walked towards me, plucking Winter out of my arms, "You should've woken me up... Well... You sorted of did by leaving the bed, but you should've sad something."

"You needed the sleep," I replied, opening the microwave before it had the chance to beep, "Besides... I need some bonding time with her. You had nine whole months with her." I tested the milk on my skin and deemed it drinkable, handing Y/N the bottled, "Here."

Y/N took the bottle and coaxed it into Winter's mouth, "Fair enough..." she fell quiet and so did I. We watched as Winter hungrily sucked at the bottle, her teeny, tiny hands resting at the side of the bottle.

Tell her... Tell her now... Do it, you motherfucking pansy. "Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Do you remember that day that you saw me with F/N (A/N: Friend's Name) at the ice cream shop?"

"You mean the first time I figured out that you were nothing but a dirty cheater? Yes, I do remember that..."

"Right... I was going to tell you then that I love you... That was the day I told her we needed to talk and I was going to leave her... I fell in love with you the first date we had... You didn't fall all over me and you wouldn't kuss me. You were assertive and knew what you wanted... I fell in love with that side of you and eventually every side of you. After you left me, those few years I was lost. I went back to killing for fun but it wasn't fun. It was exhausting and too much work. I realized then that I had fucked everything up with you... And I just..." Where are you taking this, Fuckball? "I guess what I am trying to say is that I have always lov-"

Y/N cut me off, "Shush... I know, but you make it hard to believe you at times."

This is true... "I'm sorry..."

"It's a good thing that I love you too... Otherwise you wouldn't have had this many chances," Y/N gave me a friendly smile before looking back to Winter, "I'm going to put her in bed now. She finished her bottle so..." Y/N took the bottle and tossed it in the sink.

I nodded, "I'll meet you in bed..."

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Slenderman

Peyton breathed evenly, his tiny eyelids closed as he slept. Even though Sally was older, he reminded me of her when she was asleep... Innocent and vulnerable in sleep, just as anything was when they slept. I turned on my heel, making my way to Y/N using the conventional way of walking.