CreepyPasta BoyFriend Scenarios (Sexy, Cute, Romantic, PG-14)

Asking You Out/First Kiss (Depends)

Eff dis. I'm too lazy. This and a new one tonight.

~Slenderman~

You and Slendy are at the park, and watching children play with ducks on the side of a pond.

You guys have met over 8 months ago, and have been best friends since then.

Lately Slendy's been acting strangely, and he's trying to be closer to you.

One of his tendrils wraps itself around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

You lean your head against his chest, and his hands play with your (hair length) (hair color) hair.

"(Y/N)." Slendy says, breaking the silence.

"Mhmm?." You turn your head to look into his non existing eyes.

Your eye lashes flutter in suspicion.

"(Y/N), I need help asking someone out." Slendy says calmly, making your heart drop in a bad way.

You struggle not to cry, and lighten the mood by joking.

"Is it Jeff? I sort of ship it." You chuckle, internally bleeding.

Slendy's face goes 'hard' and he turns paler if possible.

"No.Way.In.Hell." He said straightforward.

"Well then who is it? Is it Sadie? The fandom seems to think you're cute together." You look down, tears springing in your eyes.

"No." He lifts your chin gently with another one of his tendrils.

"It's you."

That single tear rolls down your face, you smile, and kiss Slendy.

The kiss you've both been waiting for.

~Jeff The Killer~

You're half asleep on your red leather couch in your family's day room, wearing only underwear and an oversized sweater, you could say it was size XXXXL.

Your family is out on a trip, and you didn't feel well, do decided to stay home for 2 weeks. Alone.

You have long since broken up with your boyfriend....and Jeff might have stabbed him....the usual.

Plus it's raining with thunder and lightning, what a great night to be alive.

There's a knock at the door, and you wake up instantly.

It couldn't be Jeff, he usually comes in through the window.

You open the door, and to your amazement, it is Jeff.

In a clean white hoodie, instead of blood stained, and a bouquet of white roses with red drops which you suspect is blood. Still looks purdy.

He looks very different, and it isn't his brushed long hair, or clean hoodie.

It's his smile. His beautiful smile.

It was sewed with a nude thread, clutching the sides of the faces together tightly.

You gasp, and pull him inside, and out of the rain.

"Jeff! What have you done to your beautiful smile?" You ask concerned, tears rolling down your cheeks, while you trace the seams with your fingertips.

"I made my face all better. E.J patched me up. I had to look suitable for you." He smiled...normally, and wiped the tears off your cheeks.

"Why would you do that to yourself for me?" You ask Jeff, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your sweater.