Creepypasta x Reader boyfriend scenarios

When he acknowledges his feelings

Jeff the Killer:

It hit him out of the blue one day, the two of you just lazing around you home, both doing your own thing as the hours passed by slowly.

One second, he was watching you cart around an empty box, and the next, he was floored by the realization that-

'Fuck. I'm in love with her.' It'd come to him out of nowhere, but if he really thought about it, he could have seen this from miles away. The little things you did that made him feel slightly light hearted, the way you paid attention to him and listened when he had an opinion (which was a lot), even the way you just put up with his company...

Fuck, he should have seen this coming sooner.

"Jeff, what's up, you're looking a little pale over there. Oh wait, never mind, you always look like that....ehehe. Sorry."

"Fuck off (y/n)..."

"Geeze, fine, what's got your panties in a bunch today?"

'What the hell do I do now?! Fuck...fuck...fuck...'

Eyeless Jack:

It had taken at least a week or two for the man to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't sick.

No, it was something else entirely, and it was just as chilling to him when he realized it.

He'd had to take a step back and recall all your interactions from a detached viewpoint to finally see it, but once he had, there was no denying it any longer. His reaction to you, to finding out that you'd had a date, or to the man who'd made you walk home alone...

Yes, it was very obvious now.

He was infatuated with you, in love as some would call it.

It was odd to realize, and even odder to try and understand. Yes, he knew all about what love was, physically, he just couldn't understand the entire emotional side of it and it bothered his greatly. It bothered him even more to realize that before loving you, he'd started to care for you first and hadn't even noticed the transition.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yes?"

It was the soft sound of your voice, the smile you wore around him, even the way you had started to casually touch him- paying no mind to the black secretions his eyes gave.

He knew you had to spend a while after each of his visits scrubbing the stains out of wherever he'd been, but you'd never turned him away once, instead welcoming him with open arms nearly each night.

"What are you reading? It looks interesting..."

Looking down as the book he'd brought with him, he inwardly cursed before hesitantly naming the title, wary of your reaction.

"It's medical textbook-'The safe removal and storage of organs'."

You were silent for a moment, just staring before grinning up at him, nudging him with your foot as his blue mask stared ominously in your direction.

"Cool, just don't go practicing on me or I'll kick you out faster than you can say 'Sorry (y/n)'."You didn't flinch away, you didn't kick him out of your home, and you didn't question him further.

'I love you.'

"Wouldn't dream of it." Jack couldn't help the smile that came to his face, and didn't even notice the way his cheeks warmed as you moved over to lean against him, reading over his shoulder as he flicked through the book.