Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Reads Your Diary

REQUESTED BY @Cuteygamer

Jeff The Killer

YN was our at school, as Jeff was laying on her bed. He usually laid on her bed when he felt an urge to be near her when she wasn't around. So, he often breaks into her house just to spend time cuddled in her blankets.

He laid on his stomach, his arm falling off of the bed, his fingertips grazing the ground.

He felt something hard, so he grabbed it and pulled it up. It was a small note book. The cover had doodles all over it, and it looked pretty wrecked.

He looked through the pages, the sudden realization hitting him. This was her diary.

Not being able to put it down, he looked around it until he found something worthy for his attention.

It was dated to a few months ago, the day they met.

Dear Diary,
While I was walking home today, someone tried to kill me. I acted really though but I really don't feel good. I've been crying since i got home and I can't stop. What if he ended up actually killing me? I'm really scared and don't know what to do.

Jeff quickly closed the book and put it back in its spot. She used to be scared of him? He felt horrible for making her cry.

Ben Drowned

"I'll be back in an hour, alright?" YN asked as Ben walked over to her with a smirk. He pecked her lips, before basically pushing her out the door.

"Yes, I know you've already told me. I'll be finnne~" He assured her as she waved at him before hopping in her (f/c) bike and peddled off.

He closed the door with a sigh. YN had made an appointment to get her toenails painted. He didn't want her to leave but she needed this.

He made his way up to her room before taking a seat in her desk chair, the one she always sits in, and spun around. He noticed that one of her desk drawers were slightly ajar. He stopped spinning and scooted over to it. He opened the drawer fully to find a (f/c) glittery notebook. He picked it up, the glitter scratching his skin.

He looked through it, dumbfounded. He found her diary. He felt weird going through it, but now he could find out some of her secrets.

He went to the newest entry, which was dated to a few days ago.

Dear Diary,
Don't get me wrong, I love making out with Ben. He's totally great and all but I just don't feel like it's enough. I don't really know... I want more from him. I want to do more. I think I'm ready. Or not. I don't know anymore...

Ben felt his face heat up, but that didn't stop the smirk from forming on his face.

Ticci Toby

You fell asleep on Toby's chest, and he didn't want to move in fear of waking his peaceful YN. So, he stayed up. He observed your room, before looking over to your nightstand. A book laid upon it. He reached over you and grabbed it, desperate for entertainment.

He paged threw the book with a red face after realizing it was your diary.

He found an entry that was dated to a few weeks ago, which had his name written at the top of his page.

Dear Diary
I can't believe that I have Toby. I wish I wasn't always so mean to him. I don't mean to be. I'm going through rough times with school and other things and Toby is always there. I wish he could know how much he means. But if he'd know, I'd probably have to kill him.