Warning: Ultimate Cuteness!
Slender: You laid in your bed, window wide open and book across your chest. Chest rising and falling with each breath you took, Slender appeared outside your window. You looked so peaceful, and you angelic face was limp and at rest the bags under your eyes showing long nights of studying and reading. If Slender had a face, it would be shaped into a look of awe and happiness as he slowly climbed into your room, careful not to break anything with his lanky figure. He bent down before taking a strand of your hair and tucking it back, kissing your forehead softly.
Jeff : You were passed out on your desk, the paper making imprints on your cheeks. You were studying human anatomy, the class that you were failing. Ironically you would think that would be your best subject since your boyfriend was a serieal killer. But stupidly, you didn't ask Jeff about anything because you thought he would be to busy. Jeff was sitting on your bed, watching you sleep. He liked how you snored quietly and mumbled incoherent words. Slowly he walked over to you, scooping you up and laying you on the bed before he kissed your cheek.
Ben: Lately, you've been rather ill. The stomach flu, Slender says but you have been feeling like you were going to die. You've always been so dramatic. After vomiting for the past two hours, you finally managed to fall asleep half-wrapped in your covers with your hair looking like a rats nest. Ben climbed through your window about twenty minutes later, only to be greeted by the smell of vomit and sickness. Ben scrunched up his nose, but turning to look at your sleeping face, he smiled. "Y/N," he whispered. "You have no idea how adorable you look right now."
Eyeless Jack: Sleeping is practically one of your hobbies. After breakfast, a nap. After lunch, a nap. After a nap, another nap. Even though this is the case, Jack has never caught you mid-sleep. Not until one night you stayed up all night watching your favorite show, and had a crash at exactly 6 AM. Jack climbed through your window, to drop off a snack for later, when he heard a monstrous snoring from your bed. Alarmed at first, he searched for the biggest lump he could find in the covers and poked it. You squeaked, and he grinned before laying beside you.
Maskey: A sugar crash. How typical of you. After a long night of binging off various candies and cheesecakes, you had a sugar crash while the soundtrack to the end credits of the movie you were watching began to play. Maskey of course, was there before you crashed so he had seen the exact moment when your body gave up. He found it slightly amusing actually, but rather than laughing he moved all the trash and food from your bed and put it on the floor beside you and laid on his back next to you. You slept with your back facing him, and Maskey knew better than disturb you.
Hoodie: Usually, Hoodie left when you told him you wanted to sleep, or rather fell asleep in general. He usually did this out of fear of disturbing you, but this time he made the decision to stay and watch you sleep. Hoodie sat criss cross beside you as you slept, slouched and relaxed until you rolled over and put your head on his lap. Immediately he stiffened, and straightened his posture. Hoodie didn't want to touch you, afraid of waking you. Instead he only looked down, and studied your parted lips and your eyelashes brushing against your cheeks.
