Creepypasta x reader lemons ;)

Hoodie

"Come on!" Jane whines as she tries to pull you out of your room by your hand, "It'll be fun, I promise" she said. "Yeah right, you're not winning this battle!" You said as you took a grip of the door, not wanting to leave the comfort of your room. "You join or I'm getting a drunk Offender thinking you want him," Jane told you, finally letting go, making you drop to the floor.

"You wouldn't dare," You told her, offended by the options. "Oh, but I would." She answered as if she was a sly bitch. You sighed in defeat, "Fine, but if anything, ANYTHING, happens, I'm blaming you for it." You told her, standing up, then dusting yourself off. "Yes!" She yelled, kinda like when Splendor comes over for a tea-party, "Makeover!" she yelled and walked into your room.

"No" You firmly told her, "You only said go down to the party, not change everything." you finished. "But-" "NO!" You cut her off, starting to get pissed off. This went on for a while, but eventually, Jane gave up and let you just go downstairs with what you already wore.

On your way down, the loud music got even louder, there were tons of flashing lights and many drunk pastas. You cringed at the strong alcoholic smell with the loud ass music. You could feel your heartbeat but decided that if it got worse than it already was, you would leave.

You looked to your side, where Jane was before, but you saw no Jane there any longer. You looked around, then spotted Jane making out with Clockwork. You looked away, wanting to give them the privacy they probably wanted, even though it was in the middle of the living room.

You sighed, then decided to get a drink, and so you made your way to the kitchen. There were many pastas pushing each other, including a very drunk Jeff trying to get Offender to let him have every girl in the mansion, or what he specifically said: "You (burp) let me have ze gorl, you piss of shizz" (you let me have the girls, you piece of shit).

You sighed at his alcoholic stupidity and finally got to the kitchen. There were a few vine bottles with a yellow sticky note on them, it read "KAGEKAO" on them. Next to the vine was probably about 15 or 20 beer bottles. *You know, Jane only said that I had to be here, not to talk or do anything else,* You thought to yourself, *So I can get fucking drunk then cry in a corner, like it or not, that's my plan* your thoughts finished as you picked up three bottles, but then taking another one for good measures.

You turned around, but only to be face-to-face with an oddly happy looking Hoodie. His mask was across his face, his left eye to his right cheek and lips were showing, so just hiding his right eye, eyebrow, forehead and hair. He had hazel brown eyes, with a weak beard, but a good looking moustache. As you were taking in his features, you noticed a blush across his face.

*Maybe he's drunk?* You questioned, you weren't sure, but that's the answer you went with. "Hey, what's up?" You asked him, he then smiled like an idiot. His hands held the counter on both your sides, trapping you in place. "Oh, (inaudible mumbling) but other zhan zhats noting much" He slurred out, his breath had a strong beer stench and his words were sloppily said. *Yup, definitely drunk.* You realized.

"Whazzup wit chu?" He asked, resting his forehead on yours. You just shrugged, "Could be better, could be worse" you answered him. "Aww, why zo long fazed?" He slurred out, poking your cheek as if he was a three year old with someone he liked. "Eh, I got dragged into this," You told him, "Why? Donchu (Don't you) wanna spend time with me?" he asked you in a sad tone of voice.

"No no, I do, but I just don't want to be... in the party." You told him, trying your best not to hurt his feelings, he gets very sensitive when he's drunk, you know from experience. "Aw, you like me, don't you!" Hoodie responded happily, then wrapped his arms around your neck, not wanting to let go. Your head, now resting on his chest. "Guess I do," You told him, not thinking much about it. "YAY! You like me, but guezz wat" He told you, obviously thinking about something.