Creepypasta boyfriend scenarios (male reader)

they confess their feelings

Jeff:

Jeff did not like to acknowledge feelings. He did not like to speak of them either.

He wasn't sure he was capable of love.

If he was to speak of love, he would say that he guessed that he loved adrenaline, he loved the feeling of barely making it out of a situation. Before he had become Jeff the killer, he was introverted, he loved books, he loved music. Nowadays, he didn't have the privilege of finding peace in silence.

He noticed, however, that recently he found the need to fill in the silence come up less. And it happened to be when he was with (m/n).

he was initially a bit disgusted by this discovery.

(M/n) noticed it, of course, when Jeff was gone for longer. He didn't take it personally, he was aware that Jeff wasn't someone to depend on when it came to consistency.

one day stood out though. It was a Saturday and (m/n) still hadn't gotten out of bed, he felt bleary and his nose was stuffed.

"You look disgusting."

(M/n) shot Jeff a mean look over all the blankets holding him down.

"If you're here to insult me feel, free to  leave," he grumbled and faced the wall again. For someone who was sick Jeff thought the gesture looked especially petty.

"Sorry," he sounded anything but, "I just can't resist it. It's odd to see the big strong (m/n) all weak and pathetic."

He sat down at the desk chair and sloppily set down a back pack there.

"Come here. Let me cough on you, you prick." (M/n) turned back to Jeff again and sat up to grab another tissue.

"Sure, not that it'll do anything. I can't get sick."

(M/n) grumbled out a response as he rearranged the pillows. "Of course you can't. Lucky you, forest demon deals have privileges." He blowed his nose into the napkin.

"Anyways, why are you here again?"

He looked over when he didn't get a response, only to see Jeff a bit bashful looking at the floor. Only then did he notice the bag at the desk.

"What's going on with you? You're being weird."

Jeff seemed to come back to the present, and grabbed the bag and came over to the bed.

"I uh, I picked up some...stuff," he didn't look him in the eyes, "not that I did it just for you. I just happened to remember you were sick. Don't feel special or whatever,"

(M/n)s eyebrows were raised, but he quickly put a neutral face back on as to not make Jeff become even more defensive about this sudden act of generosity.

He grabbed the bag, but ended up dragging it towards him when the weight of it slowed it down.

"What the hell is in this? It's as heavy as a head," he complained, only to pause and look up, "...there's not a decapitated head in this, right?"

Jeff gave him a look.

"Alright alright, fine. But don't act like I'm evil for being apprehensive." (M/n) rolled his eyes.

When he opened it, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the bag was no, not stuffed with a head, but loaded with candy.

His mouth watered.

"I hope this is poisoned so I'm put out of my misery. Wow, you're more considerate than I thought."

Jeff rolled his eyes, "It might be. Would do us both a favor without your blabbing."