CreepyPasta Boyfriend Scenarios- They ask you out

~Slenderman~

It had been eight months after Jay had left and you appeared content with life. And although you did miss the curious brunet every so often, you didn’t let your mind wander to the thought of your so-called friend very often and preoccupied it by the thought of a German accented ‘monster’ with white skin, a black suit and who towered a few feet over your small form.

After you had been abandoned, Slenderman seemed to deem himself as your ‘protector’, if you could call him that. At first, you didn’t seem to notice his presence around the house and thought the events before had been a dream until you were met by the site of an ugly bruise slapped across your cheek, and then came the constant losing of items that could harm you, mostly the butcher knives in the kitchen and the scissors in the small office across from your bedroom. You had been continuously waking at 2 or 3 in the morning to the sensation of being watched, and after the fourth week the insomnia began to rip the fabric of reality and fiction and you found yourself losing all motivation to continue going through life. If it hadn’t been for the loss of all pointy objects in the house, you would have surely attempted to harm yourself in some way. The worst of it all had to have been the sickening feeling you got whenever you had looked at your reflection. You hadn’t recognised the monstrosity the first time you had looked at the pane of reflective material but quickly came to realise it was you. Dark bags were collected under your red-rimmed eyes, greasy hair falling flat on the scratched skin of your shoulders and chapped lips appeared to have begun tearing with smudged blood on the corner of your mouth.

“Is that… Me?” Your voice had quietened to a mere mewl instead of the confident voice of an independent woman, the lack of use making it sound hoarse and empty. “I look like a tragic accident,” You had whispered as one of your hands stroked the slippery surface.

A loud bang had snapped you out of the wave of mourning that drifted over your head and you glanced over your shoulder to freeze in fear. Several tentacles clutched the doorframe of the living room door and a white figure crouched in the doorway with clenched claws, its face appeared blank but there was a collection of skin scrunched up to form a furrowed brow. Slenderman made his way towards you and his clawed hand brushed against the fabric of your wrinkled shirt, comfort following behind the slight contact. You had missed that feeling. The feeling that everything was going to be ok. Tears flowed down your flushed cheeks and your body flung itself into the crouched figure’s chest, the creature wrapping its arms around your shaking body as it gathered you up in his arms.

*You had been glad in that very moment, glad for the existence of Slenderman as he had been the comfort you had needed to recover.*

Stirring the pot of simmering pasta, you smiled as a breeze from your left made your (h/c) hair drift to the right and your cherry lips smiled softly as you tugged at the comfy (f/c) jumper that covered your figure. Soft footsteps put an end to your cheery mood as a male figure emerged from the corner of your eye and made you stiffen as your eyes met a pair of hazel behind a white mask with black feminine details. You remembered him… He was the man who had tried to kill you with a rock! The two of you stared at each other intensely and you slowly turned the stove off to prevent any damage to your kitchen.

“Get out of my house. NOW.” You growled dangerously at the intruder as he shifted uncomfortably under your hardening gaze, his hands inching towards his mask and tugging it over his face in a swift motion. You felt your mouth slack at the familiar site of black sideburns, the slightly toned face and the hazel eyes of Tim Wright.

“I missed you, (Y/N).” Tim’s eyes watered as your hand slipped over your mouth and you ran towards him. You felt tears escape from under your eyelids as you bawled into his shoulder, Tim’s arms wrapping around your waist as choked sobs escaped his mouth and the two of you embraced each other for several minutes as both of your sobs died down.Pulling away from Tim’s chest, you looked up at his eyes and flicked his forehead as he yelped in surprise, his hand rubbing the skin of his forehead. “What was that for?!”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DID YOU SERIOUSLY TRY TO KILL ME! AND I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.” Tim laughed at your anger and frustration but simply nuzzled your head of hair, clearly avoiding your questions with cute gestures. You pouted at his lack of response but went along with it until a voice broke the silence.

“Masky, you’re needed back at the manor.” Tim or ‘Masky’ pulled away from your figure with tense muscles and looked over his shoulder at the new voice you were all too familiar with. You peered over Tim’s shoulder to see Slenderman with his arms crossed and his foot tapping on the wooden floor as he waited for Tim, clearly displeased by the act of affection. You smiled at Slenderman and pulled away from your friend to walk over to his side, his hand ruffling your hair and moving a few strands away from your eyes as you giggled slightly. You cheeks began to burn when Slender picked you up and Tim looked at the two of you with cautious eyes, clear worry hidden behind the hazel irises. You weren’t blushing out of embarrassment from the action but how close and protectively Slender was holding you to his chest.

“Hey Slender, can I at least say goodbye to… Masky?” The white-being contemplated your question for a moment before giving in under your watery gaze and set you back on the ground with a single tentacle lingering on your shoulder. You simply shrugged it off and hugged Tim with a strong squeeze, his eyes softening and responding by squeezing you back. When the two of you pulled away, his mask was back in place and his cheeks were a pale pink.

“Well… I guess I’ll see you around (Y/N).” Tim slipped away from your grip but a thought struck your mind and you quickly called out to him as he was about to step outside your front door. Tim turned around to have a case of pills placed in his right hand and a packet of Reese cups ‘cheesecake addition’ in his left, your smile glowing as the sunset shone down on your face.

“I remember you loved to eat these all the time, I was always curious how you didn’t become fat from the amount of sugar in them!” You chuckled at the thought and then gestured to the pills, “And I kept them just in case you… Would… Come back.” Your smile turned down a little at the memory and raked a hand through your (h/l) locks. Tim smiled under the mask in appreciation and thanked you with another hug before taking his leave, Slenderman following his movements with predator-like eyes besides his lack of them.

You closed the door shortly after Tim had disappeared from sight and turned to Slenderman with a raised eyebrow, clear irritation on your face. Your moods sure changed rapidly. “Slender, since when was Tim your proxy?” Under your independent gaze, the tall creature actually gulped in fear. Your (e/c) eyes stared at him with such an intensity that it made him wonder how such a delicate and sweet human could hold such intimidation and make him cower in fear of your wrath. An idea sneaked into Slenderman’s mind as an attempt to escape and possibly gain the chance to court you~
“Before you do anything drastic (Y/N), I must ask if you shall allow me to escort you on a ‘date’ this Saturday coming. Do you accept my invitation, liebling?” Slender bowed slightly in attempt to appear more gentlemanly and the blush on your cheeks soon answered his question.

“O-Ok.”

~Jeff the Killer~

The rain pelted down onto Jeff as he fished in his pocket for the front door key you had given him after the SIXTH time he broke in and damaged your locks in the process. He smiled cheekily at the memory and snickered at the image of your annoyed face as you scolded him before giving him the key to access your home whenever he pleased. Jeff snapped out of his memories when he felt the cold metal of the small key and pulled it out, successfully covering it in blood as he inserted it into the keyhole and unlocked the door.

Pushing the door open, Jeff expected you to come to greet him or perhaps scold him for dripping blood and water in the main entrance. To his surprise, the house remained silent for several more seconds until a soft snore cut through the silence. Jeff grinned evilly and creeped into the living room, his eyes drifting over your sleeping form and froze mid-step when you stirred, simply out of habit. You rolled onto your side and faced towards Jeff, your eyes remaining shut and a few strands of your(h/c) hair escaped the (h/s) you had put it in earlier. Jeff watched you settle down once again and hug the blanket you were using to your chest, almost like it was a toy. He felt his mischievous idea disappear as your innocent face contorted into a soft smile and Jeff found himself wanting to join you on the sofa but quickly shook his head to get rid of the idea as a pale blush dusted his cheeks.

Scowling and muttering to himself, Jeff headed upstairs and into the bathroom to clean off all the blood that still remained plastered to his figure after his usual ‘shift’.  He enjoyed the feeling of the warm water beating against his bare back, it wasn’t often he got to wash with hot water as he had to move around a lot because of people discovering him and ratting him out. Jeff stopped washing his hair for a moment… But you… You had been the first person to ever attempt to fight back against the idea of being killed and the first person to ever actually try to TALK to him, not to mention you gave him access to your house for whenever he felt like crashing. You were truly a special type of person and he did like your fiery temper, no matter how annoying you were when you nagged him about things. Jeff groaned, he felt that he might be falling for you.

After Jeff finished his shower and dried off, he slipped on the spare clothes that you kept out for him for after his killing streaks. The large black shirt fit him comfortably and the grey sweatpants were a nice change in pace from the tight jeans he wore most days. Using a small hand towel, Jeff continued to dry his hair as he walked down the stairs and into the living room to find you slowly waking up.

“Huh, evening sleeping beauty~” Jeff teased sarcastically which you replied by poking your tongue out at him and wiping some drool from the corner of your mouth and rubbing the sand out of your eyes. Jeff felt his hands clench the towel he was using to dry his hair as you yawned, your tongue poking out slightly and your (e/c) orbs closing drowsily as he noticed the dark rings underneath your eyes. You had been up all night trying new recipes again, but it didn’t stop him teasing you.

“Aww, does sleeping beauty want me to carry her to bed?~” Jeff had meant it as a joke and the sarcastic tone made it obvious but you couldn’t be bothered tonight. Sitting up sluggishly, you made grabby motions with your hands like a two-year-old would do and gazed at Jeff drowsily. Jeff stared at you in shock as you pouted at his unresponsive actions.

“Please Jeff, I wanna go to bed.” The serial killer would have blinked in shock if he could’ve but only ran a hand down his face before hoisting your sleep-deprived body into his arms, his arms supporting your thighs as your legs hung loosely around his waist and your arms lay on his shoulders whilst you played with his ebony hair. You buried your face in Jeff’s neck as he started up the stairs and entered your bedroom, the familiar (f/c) and(s/f/c) walls making you smile as your back met the soft fabric of your beloved bed. You gazed up at Jeff as he pulled the duvet over your figure and began to leave, something you didn’t like.

“Jeff? Please don’t go…” Your plea came out sounding more heart-broken than intended but it appeared to work as Jeff stopped walking and came back to your side in mere seconds. His cheeks appeared a little pink but you blamed it on the poor lighting from the corridor, “Hey Jeff? Can you tell me a story?”

Jeff scowled but said nothing against your question and sat down before starting his story, “Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died! The end.” You remained silent for a few seconds before laughing at the SpongeBob reference.
“That was the worst and best bedtime story someone has ever told me,” You grinned and pulled your duvet back over your shoulders, trapping your pillow in between your arms in the process and hugging it.

Jeff smiled and finally caved as the constant nagging at the back of his brain finally got to him. “Your laugh is really cute, (Y/N). Umm… Y-You’re really cute too and- Ugh! Fuck. Ok, I know we didn’t meet on good terms and the whole idea of being in a relationship with a serial killer probably sounds scary as shit but I really like you and was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime?”

You stared at Jeff with wide eyes and a small smirk formed on your cheeks, “Depends… Will you continue to put me to bed like this more often? And buy me chocolate?” Jeff looked at you in confusion but nodded in hope that you would accept his offer. A sleepy smile formed on your face as Jeff agreed, “Looks like I just got myself a boyfriend then~”

~~BEN Drowned~~

You let out a long and relieved sigh as you stepped out of your green mini and locked it, its lights blinking to affirm it was locked. It was Friday and you had no more work for the next few days, BEN always liked the weekend most as he got you to do the most ridiculous things with him when you didn’t have work the next day. You chuckled at the thought and pulled your hair out of its bun, letting the (h/c) hair flow freely as you opened the door to your two-story house. Closing the oak door behind you, you awaited the usual elf to appear somewhere to welcome you home by frightening the hell out of you. A minute passed and BEN was nowhere to be seen, the sound of music catching your attention as you walked to the kitchen door and peaked inside to find BEN dancing in the kitchen like a wannabe Britney as he belted his heart out to the song playing from your speakers. You continued to watch as BEN clapped along with the music and sung the lyrics in perfect pitch as he danced along with multiple goofy dance moves that you had seen on the internet, it was definitely a cute sight.

“And I'm begging you, bring me back to life! I just can't stand leaving you alone at night! It's too late to go. It has taken me forever just to try to know. One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready and four to go! For the life of me, don't know why it took me so long to see-”

You jumped in just as your favourite part started and joined BEN in singing the next few lines before he realized you had walked in on him acting like an idiot and dancing from some of his favourite memes.

“Just stutter, stutter, stutter! D-D-D-D-D-D-Did I stutter, stutter, stutter? D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Did I stutter, stutter, stutter? D-D-D-D-D-D-Did I stutter, stutter? D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Did I?”

You continued even though BEN had stopped and linked your hands to get him back into the beat, leading him in a goofy dance in which you would step forward rapidly and BEN would twirl you before he would lead you back and repeat the actions with extra moves every so often. You both continued to sing the lyrics as the tune sped up at the chorus once again and the song soon finished, leaving the two of you in a laughing mess. BEN was the first to calm down as he waited for you to grasp enough air to get back in your lungs before calming down fully, “That was so much fun!”

BEN laughed at your enthusiasm and nudged you playfully, “And where did you learn to dance like that?~” You grinned and poked his cheek before darting upstairs with BEN following closely behind, his hands trying to catch you and finally doing so when he cornered you in your bedroom. From then on, you were captured and tortured with multiple tickle attacks at the most ticklish spots of your body.

“BEN, why were you in the kitchen in the first place?” You asked between gasps and giggles from when his hand would brush over your skin.

“I FORGOT THE PIZZA!” BEN quickly scrambled off the floor and teleported downstairs to which you a series of cuss words escaped BEN’s mouth. You merely rolled your eyes and decided to go have a shower and change out of your work clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip of BEN recreating his surprise for You~~~~~~~~~~~

After your shower and a change of clothes, you felt a lot fresher and relaxed with your favourite knee-length, (f/c) jumper on. Pinning your hair into a loose bun with a few strands hanging loosely from the bunch, you walked downstairs in your favourite slippers and walk into the kitchen to freeze in shock. BEN stood with two separate plates in the shape of hearts with the pizza on it and a large-looking jigsaw box in his hands.

“Hey BEN, what’s going on? I thought we were going to play videogames?~” You asked curiously and raised an eyebrow at the heart plates but shrugged it off, what were the chances of BEN liking you back? Let’s just say, one in a million.

BEN chuckled, “I can’t tell you (Y/N)! It’d ruin the surprise and this is WAY better than videogames!” You fake gasped in horror.

“BENJAMIN, WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT!” The two of you both burst into laughter as you carried the pizzas and BEN carried the jigsaw into the living room, quickly getting down to business and eating the pepperoni pizza before starting the jigsaw.

Halfway through the puzzle, you found yourself looking at a BEN look-a-like on the first half of the whole puzzle. Glancing over to BEN, he didn’t seem to be deterred from finishing it and you shrugged it off as a possible Link puzzle (but it still didn’t make sense as BEN loathed Link). And when there were only a few pieces left, BEN excused himself to get a drink but told you to finish it for him. With one piece left, you inserted it into the second person’s face and froze as it showed a picture of yourself cheering in happiness with a PS3 controller in your hand. The whole puzzle was a picture of Ben looking shocked at a ‘YOU LOSE’ screen on his side of the TV screen and you cheering as ‘YOU WIN’ hovered on your side of the screen. But what caught your attention was the bold writing above the both of your heads spelling out:

“To the only person who can keep up with me and my weirdness, will you go out with me?” You murmured the sentence to yourself and before you could yell out for BEN to get back in the living room, the blonde elf transported in front of you with a nervous look on his features.

“So, will you go out with me (Y/N)?”

A large grin covered your face and you nodded, drawing BEN in for a hug but instead the elf lifted you up and twirled you around the room. When he put you down you asked with a dazed smile, “Mind telling me why it took so long?~”

~~Masky~~

You swung your legs forward and back as the wind pushed your hair back over your shoulders in the process. You shifted slightly and clutched the warm metal of the supports as the swing set groaned slightly from the rapid movement but remained sturdy as you jumped off the seat and landed next to Masky, who was patiently waiting for you to join him at the roundabout. The two of you decided to have a day out and found the cutest park to play in, the children and parents didn’t even seemed bothered that the two of you were using some of the play equipment.

“C’mon Masky, let’s go to the roundabout!” You tugged Masky’s beige coloured jacket and he complied to your pulling as the pair of you walked over to the yellow piece of equipment about a third your size. A childish giggle escaped your mouth as you jumped onto one of the seats, swinging your legs excitedly as Masky smirked and started to spin the roundabout as you let out silly screams of joy. You looked over at Masky as he jumped on to the seat beside you, using his leg to continue spinning the two of you around in a circle and you clung onto his arm. When the two of you eventually became too dizzy, Masky slowed the roundabout and helped you off as the world spun, making you stumble over your own feet several times and into his arms, until you regained your sense of balance. You blushed as you found your chest pressed up against Masky’s with your arms thrown over his shoulders, your fingers gripping his collar and his own hands clutching your sides as a blush steadily set over his cheeks, evidently being seen behind his mask. Masky chuckled nervously as he let his hands slip from your waist and in exchange, they fiddled with the back of his mask instead to cover his red cheeks. You giggled slightly at his act of embarrassment and pushed a few strands of hair out of your face, finding it cute how Masky had issues expressing his emotions with words. The jingle of an ice cream truck cut the two of you out the trance of looking at each other with red cheeks, your (e/c) eyes widening in excitement at the familiar noise of your childhood.

“YAY, ICE CREAM! Masky, wanna get some ice cream?~” The tall brunet laughed at your sudden excitement, forgetting the odd scene that had just occurred and agreeing as you shrieked with joy. You started to run towards the noise and Masky jogged besides you, damn his long legs.

“Mind telling me why ice cream excites you so much?” You slowed to a walk as the two of you joined the mildly short queue for the ice cream truck. Fishing in your pocket for your purse, you didn’t notice Masky tensing up but simply pursed your lips in thought at Masky’s question and shrugged as you walked forward another step in the queue.

“I don’t really know… It just makes me happy! And I love the taste of (f/f),” you giggled as you explained to Masky and looked up to the window for ice cream to find yourself face-to-face with a familiar faced man with dyed hair. “Lance?! Since when did you work in an ice cream truck?” Masky blinked in shock at the fact you knew the man as he had no clue, only furrowing his eyebrows as the bluenette hugged your through the window and explained his reason for working for an ice cream company.

“Y’know my dad is this high-classed business man ‘blah, blah, blah’. He made a deal with an ice cream company and now I’m working the ice cream shift in this park for the rest of the summer!” Lance shrugged and laughed as you stared at him in shock, quickly pretending to become annoyed that he hadn’t told you and joking around with your University friend until Masky coughed awkwardly besides you. You looked over at Masky and noticed his awkward stature, realizing he didn’t know who Lance was or what you were talking about.

“Oh, I’m sorry Masky!” You squeezed his hand and the man next to you blushed at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away as you introduced him to Lance, the bluenette and brunet scanning each other over for any signs of threats towards you. The two shook one another hands as you chatted happily and asked Lance for a (f/f) ice cream for yourself and a cheesecake ice cream for Masky, to which he complied happily after deciding that Masky wouldn’t harm you and saying that the ice creams were free. As Masky and you turned to go, Lance shouted out whilst waving, “Bye guys! Have fun on your date!” Masky froze at his sentence and you turned a vivid red before laughing it off and waving to Lance as you licked your ice cream. Masky continuing to remain red until the two of you sat down on a nearby bench and he took a deep breath before turning towards you.

“Hey (Y/N), can you check your purse for me?” Looking over at Masky in confusion, you nodded and handed him your ice cream to pull your purse out of your pocket once again, only to realize it felt a little bulkier than usual. Unclipping it open, several notes caught your attention and you pulled the old-looking pieces of paper out, seeing words scribbled in black pen on their surfaces. You blushed once again when you read through the first note and the several others after-

‘I hope I give you a reason to smile like you do for me.’

‘You are everything I have ever hoped and wish for.’

‘You make me smile in a way no one else can.’

‘I’m no one special, just another guy who has fallen for you.’

‘You’re smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.’

‘Ever since I first met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.’

‘This is cheesy as hell and I’m sorry for that but I was wondering if you will you go out with me (Y/N)?’

Looking up at Masky, you noticed instead of holding two ice creams, he now held a lavender-coloured rose with a white ribbon tied around its thornless stem and a cute necklace with a heart pendant connected to the silver chain. His cheeks were a dark crimson and he seemed to be tenser than usual, your eyes softened at his nervous appearance and your smile widened before you tackled him into a hug.
“You are the sweetest and cheesiest guy I have ever met, Masky! Of course I’d go out with you!” You heard Masky give a sigh of relief and wrap his arms around your small form, clipping the necklace around your neck in the process.

“Thank god… But we may have to go get some more ice cream.”

~~Hoodie~~

You watched as Hoodie poured at least six packets of sugar in his black coffee, humming in content as the two of you sat opposite each other in the café you had become so acquainted to. You raised an eyebrow as he took another sip, his black hood pulled up so he could drink the rich liquid in his cup. You enjoyed moments like this but there had been one question bugging your mind for the past few months…

“Hoodie, if you put six packets of sugar in your black coffee, isn’t that defying the point?” The man across from you stopped drinking his coffee and set it down, pulling his hood down over his mouth. You waited for his answer by sipping your own (f/d) and slouching into the comfortable leather of your seat, hooking a piece of your hair behind your ear in the process.

“I don’t care for the bitterness and the sugar sweetens it, I don’t care if it confuses you or ‘defies the point’. Don’t bug me about it,” Hoodie huffed and moved his hood once again to sip his drink. You rolled your eyes at his actions, used to his random behaviours when he became rather cold and moody.

“Hoodie, don’t be like that! I was just asking,” You replied sweetly and moved to be seated beside Hoodie. Wrapping your arms around his unresponsive body, you buried your face into the crook of his bare neck and hugged him, the hooded man stiffening at the new contact on his bare skin. You felt him shift and push your body away from his, a frown edging onto your face as you took offense to his actions. Clearly noticing you were upset at his response to your affection, Hoodie picked you up and placed you on his lap, tugging his hood down before you nuzzled your face back into his neck.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), it’s just… My neck is sensitive in ‘certain’ ways.” Hoodie explained and your cheeks flushed as you understood what he meant, apologizing profusely afterwards as Hoodie laughed at your embarrassment. You smiled realizing Hoodie was back to his usual teasing personality and continued chatting with him until the café closed for the night. Slipping through the glass doors of the café, you rubbed your arms as the cold air made goose bumps appear up your skin and Hoodie followed closely behind, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you towards his body in attempt to share his body warmth.

When the two of you arrived back at your apartment, you unlocked the door and let Hoodie walk in before yourself. Putting the latch on the door after, you walked into the living room to find Hoodie skimming through the book you had been reading before the two of you had left for coffee.

“Y’know, I’ve read this book before. There’s one quote I really like, I think it’s on page 108.” Hoodie explained and handed the book over, letting you flick to page 108 and a piece of folded paper slipped out of between the pages. Picking it up and opening the paper, your eyes widened as six words stood out in bold cursive writing.

“Will you go out with me?”

You looked up at Hoodie who now held a piece of card with the word ‘Positives’ underlined and about two dozen bullet points about the advantages of dating him. You grinned as your eyes read a few of the funniest or the cutest, such as:

‘I’m a good kisser. I will buy you as much food you’ll need when you’re on your period. I’ll protect you from the monsters you believe are hiding in the spare bedroom. You can borrow my hoody every two months (even if I protest against it.) I’ll try and not get moody as often. I’ll help you when your insecurities speak louder than usual.’

“And what are the disadvantages?~” You hummed and a teasing grin formed as you snaked your arms around Hoodie’s waist, tilting your head up to peer into the stitched eyes of his mask.

Hoodie dropped the advantages card and copied your actions, “You’ll never have cheesecake in your fridge.” The two of you snickered at the disadvantage and you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“I think I can live with that.”

~~Ticci Toby~~

You stomach growled once again and you groaned, regretting that you had forgotten to bring your lunch in on the day you were the most hungry. Shaking your head, you turned on your phone and quickly scanned the room as each child in your class ate their food happily and chatted amongst one another, their laughter and voices filling the classroom with a happy atmosphere. Smiling at their cuteness, you turned back to your phone and found Toby had texted you back after you had sent him a text complaining about your forgetfulness and the lack of food you hadn’t brought in for the day.

It had been over five months since the first time you had met Toby and you had discovered that the both of you had a lot in common, going out every weekend to spend time together and try new things. Your ticci friend was such a sweetheart but had his… ‘Moments’. You grimaced remembering when he flipped out over some random guy flirting with you, not like you didn’t appreciate his ‘heroic’ (if you could call it that) act. The man was probably twice your age and stunk of alcohol, he appeared harmless even if he was eyeing your legs like a carnivorous wolf. He attempted to slap your butt and called you a whore when you turned to leave his company but Toby caught his hand and flicked it back, probably breaking it in the process and sent a sold right-hook to his face for insulting you. The scene made you shocked but the look in Toby’s eyes when he realized what he had done made you recover rather quickly, the guilt and fear of rejection hidden behind his brown irises made you hug him and thank him for helping you.

A sudden knocking from your classroom door shook you out of your daydream and you glanced up to be met by the sight of your ticci friend. Toby wore his usual outfit consisting of black jeans, his usual jumper with striped sleeves and in his hand he held a brown bag. Glancing at the bag in confusion, you waved him in as if you had spoken the likelihood of him hearing you would have been slim.

“Hi Toby, why are you here? Not that I’m unhappy to see you,” You asked in a sing-song fashion and Toby smiled as he pulled up a spare chair from a nearby table.

“I got y-your text and th-ou-ought you’d be h-hungry!” Toby explained and handed you the brown bag with the edible contents inside. You ‘aww-ed’ at the fact Toby made you lunch and hugged him over the desk, making his ticking cease for a moment as he then hugged back.

“Thank you Toby!” You pecked his cheek softly in gratitude and sat back down to eat the food he had prepared for you. In the pack lunch, it consisted of a (f/t) sandwich, some sugar-coated waffles, an apple and some water. The sandwich was oddly shaped into a heart but you shrugged it off as Toby acted normally by chatting about a new bakery that had opened on the other side of town. You soon finished the lunch and shared your waffles with Toby as you knew about his addiction to the sugary desserts, his eyes gleaming happily as he bit into the fluffy delicacy. Just as Toby finished his last waffle, the bell rang for the end of lunch break and it was reading time. Smiling sadly at the fact Toby had to leave; you collected the rubbish and threw it in the bin. Taking Toby’s hand, you led him to the front of the school. Saying goodbye and planning to meet up after school, you left to go back to your classroom but didn’t notice Toby sneaking around the side of the school and towards your classroom.

Halfway to your classroom, a man with black hair and thick sideburns stopped you in attempt to ask for directions to the school office. You tried to explain how to reach the office but failed and decided to lead the man there yourself, happily chatting with him politely until you reached the office and let him enter before walking back to your own classroom. As you entered said classroom a loud chorus of ‘SURPRISE!’ made you jump and look up at the bunch of children, each holding a (f/c) letter and when put all together spelt ‘WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?’

“W-What?” You peered at the children with beaming smiles on their faces and Toby stepped out of the group with a light pink rose that matched your cheeks. He handed the rose to you and looked at you with expectant eyes.

“W-What do y-yo-u say (Y-(Y/N)?” At his words, you tackled the brunet into a hug and screamed a loud ‘YES’ as a cunning little girl in a pink dress fist-pumped the air as her OTP got together.

What do you expect from the person who gave Toby the idea?

~~Laughing Jack~~

You gazed into Laugh Jack’s ebony coloured eyes with your own (e/c) orbs as Jack stared back into your eyes with the same gaze. Your faces were close together and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, his candy flavoured breath smelling insanely sweet and intoxicating as you continued to stare into his eyes. Your eyelids began to close as Jack inched forward, his eyes remaining wide open as they gazed at yours…

You clapped your hands in front of Laughing Jack’s face and he jumped back as his eyes blinked, successfully losing the staring contest and letting you win. You laughed at his look of shock and felt tears slide down your face from the lack of blinking, the laughing making them water even more than before. You continued to gasp for air as laughter escaped your plump lips, Jack glaring at you playfully as he pointed a finger at your face in accusation.

“(Y/N), YOU CHEATED!”  You stuck your tongue out at Jack and pulled down the bottom of your eyelid, sending him a cheeky grin before darting out of your bedroom and down the stairs as LJ pursued close behind. You quickly hid under the kitchen table, letting the white cloth hide you and snickering to yourself as Jack continued to rummage through the bottom of your house, unbeknownst that your foot was uncovered and LJ had entered the kitchen with a pillow in hand.

“(Y/N)~ Where are you?~” You shivered at his cunning voice and your heart increased in pace from excitement as Laughing Jack’s footsteps came closer. The table cloth was suddenly ripped off and you shrieked as your covering disappeared, letting Jack see where you were hiding and grabbing you from under the table. You giggled nervously as he suddenly attacked you with the pillow, hitting you on top of your head gently and smothering you in its soft fabric as feathers spilled from its case. You ran for cover as Jack continued to hit you with the pillow, his laughter entwining with yours to create a sort of mixture of childish sounds.

“Come and get me LJ~” You sung and prepared to attack Jack with your own pillow, his shoes making squeaky noises as he jumped into the living room and found you smirking with your own pillow in hand. From then on, the two of you continued to attack each other with your pillows and several others you found around the house until you found yourself cornered. After being hit with multiple varieties of pillows, you gave up and surrendered. The gothic clown in front of you burst into laughter, dropped the pillows and brought you into a bear hug, squeezing your smaller frame into his chest as he lifted your feet off the ground in the process.

“Nuuuuh! Put me downnnnnnnnn,” You whined as Laughing Jack chuckled and you tried to climb out of his arms, failing profusely. You finally gave up and let Jack cuddle you like a teddy bear and rub his cheek against the top of your head, the (h/c) strands becoming ruffled up from the constant contact. After five minutes of LJ holding you, he finally put you down and smirked at your bedhead hair.

“As I won, don’t I get an award? Some black liquorice sounds good to me.” You groaned and muttered a ‘finnnnneee’, slipping on your (s/t) to head down to the store.

“Just don’t destroy the place. I’ll be back in fifteen!” You waved goodbye to Jack and started your walk to the shops, luckily the sweetshop you met Laughing Jack in was only a few minutes away and you had literally memorized where every type of liquorice was for moments like this.

The time in the sweetshop was mostly spent with you talking to Candi and looking for the black liquorice, the owners of the shop had decided it was time for a change and had moved some of the sweets around. After buying the bitter confectionary, you said goodbye and walked back home, only stopping when you arrived at the driveway and found a black piece of card in the shape of a footprint with a Hershey kiss attached to its ‘sole’. There were several others leading up to the door and you started to collect the chocolate by putting them inside your shopping bag with the liquorice. Unlocking your front door, you continued to follow the trail as it sent you around the house and to all your most favourite places in your house which puzzled you. The trail finally stopped at your bedroom door and you pushed it open to find Laughing Jack sitting on your bed with several empty boxes of Hershey kisses surrounding him.

“(Y/N), YOUR BACK!~” Jack glomped you and smirked as he crouched down to your height, “I have a question for you though.” He plucked one of your kisses from the shopping bag and unwrapped it before taking a bite, “Now that I’ve kissed the ground you’ve walked on, will you accompany me on a date?”

You looked at him in shock before pressing a kiss to his cheek and making his face heat up as you whispered, “Of course I will, as long as you promise me a real kiss.”

~~Eyeless Jack~~

You propped your feet up on the sofa’s arm, your cheek brushing against the fabric of Eyeless Jack’s trouser leg as you used his lap as a pillow and watched the horror movie on TV. EJ didn’t seem bothered by the screams and kept himself preoccupied by brushing his fingertips over your face, chuckling whenever you jolted at a jumpscare or when the killer appeared on the screen. If only he could see you with actual eyes… That would be his dream come true. Jack shook his head to get the depressing thought out of his mind and had to readjust his mask to keep it on, the actions making you giggle and Jack smile with his pointed teeth. You continued to watch the film and sighed when a commercial break began, the advertisement for Toys R’ Us already being etched into your mind from the several other times it had appeared in the commercials.

“Jack, do you want to do anything else?” You looked up at the grey-skinned male with your (e/c) eyes and watched as he thought about it before shrugging and muttering a quick ‘I’m happy with whatever’. You turned over and started to play with the brown strands that fell from under his hood, eventually getting tired of the covering and slipped it down, feeling Jack tense underneath your head.

“Hey, I’m not going to slip your mask off too. I just wanted to play with your hair,” you murmured in reassurance and EJ relaxed, humming in content when you sat up and started to rub parts of his scalp whilst platting his side-fringe. You chuckled at the dazed grin that settled underneath his mask, he even seemed to lean into your touch as you continued to play with parts of his hair and pat his scalp. When the movie came back on, you returned to your position beforehand besides EJ whining in protest. As the movie continued you felt Jack start to play with your own hair until he let out a small sounding growl that caught your attention.

“Hey EJ, what are your growling at?”

The kidney eating cannibal seemed to be reluctant to explain first but let out a small sigh, “As you are a princess, I was thinking that you should have a crown on your head but you don’t.” You rolled your eyes at his explanation and ignored your burning cheeks.

“If I’m a princess, don’t I need a knight in shining armor of some kind?” You questioned and Jack smirked at your question, the smirk sending shivers down your back and increased the blush on your cheeks.

“Didn’t you see the bag I brought with me today? I want you to open for me.” Furrowing your eyebrows at the weird demand, you decided to go along with it and got off Jack’s lap so you could walk towards the bag on the other side of the room. Unzipping the dark coloured bag, your nose crinkled at the stench of blood and you stared at the contents before realizing what you were looking at. You picked up the two plastic crowns designed for children and smiled at the gold crown with fake blue gems imbedded in the plastic. You guessed that was supposedly Jack’s and the second crown was going to be yours. Giggling at the idea, you picked up the second crown and smiled at its silver spray paint with blue and pink gems encrusted in the plastic. You paused when your fingers touched a note attached to the crown by some string and picked it up, reading the sketchy writing on its rough surface.

‘Every princess deserves a prince, even a princess who performs surgery. Will you let me be your prince and go out with me?’

You paused and a wide grin stretched across your face as you slowly stood up, placing the silver crown on top of your head and sneaked over to EJ who sat, rubbing his knuckles together in anticipation. You jumped onto Jack’s lap as he started from the new weight and placed the gold crown on top of his thick brown hair, his lips wide open for a moment before realizing what you were doing and smiling.

“Is that a yes then?” You giggled and kissed the only skin available to your touch. Placing a small peck on Jack’s neck, he jumped and you noticed his cheeks become a darker shade of grey instead of pink.

“Yes, I will be your princess if you want me too.”

~~Lost Silver~~

You closed the door behind you with your foot and set down your car keys on the side of the kitchen. Placing your three shopping bags down, you called out to Silver to inform him that you were back home safely with all the junk food for your weekly movie night. The dead Pokémon trainer soon arrived by your side and started to look through all the sweets that you bought for the two of you to share, his curious eyes skimmed through all the contents of the bags until they stopped on a bag with the words ‘LOVE HEARTS CANDY’ plastered on the front in bright red font and cute sparkles. Picking up the bag, you glanced over at Silver and smiled when he opened the plastic packaging to find the candy hearts in separate packaging which made him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Walking over to his side, Silver opened the clear plastic and picked up the sugary sweet with the words ‘Heart Throb’ in red. You laughed at his confused reaction and picked one up yourself, the words reading ‘Marry Me’.

“W-Why do these sweets have words on them, (Y/N)?” Silver asked and you smiled as he picked up another love heart which had the words ‘I Want U’, the words making Silver blush.

“Well, I don’t know how they came to be originally but I know they were created by a company called Swizzels Matlow in the United Kingdom and were designed to have love messages on one side of the sweet just for fun!” You explained and popped another into your mouth as you poured a packet of Doritos into a bowl and put a packet of popcorn in the microwave. You continued to explain the concept of the hearts until you had finished organizing the snacks for the movie and had moved the snacks into the living room with LS’ help. Just as you were about to sit down, the phone rang and you went to go pick it up as Silver put the movie in. After a half hour chat with your parents, you finally managed to escape when their doorbell went and they had to leave. You let out a breathe of relief as you walked back to Silver, your hand raking through your (h/c) hair as you apologised but froze halfway through when you didn’t find Silver and just a piece of paper with several love hearts on the sofa instead.

Reading the message with the love hearts intact, you felt your eyes widen at the message and smile at how cute it was. The message read-

*HI LOVE* for a while now, we’ve been *GOOD PALS* but I want you to know that I speak with *TRUE LIPS* when I say that I fell for your *(E/C) EYES* and your *SUGAR LIPS*. I know you’ll tell me to *DREAM ON* but I wish you were *ALL MINE* and I could be for*EVER YOURS* because, well, I *REALLY LIKE YOU* and so, I wanted to know, would you want to *DATE ME*?

Hearing a shy cough behind you, you looked behind and found a blushing Silver with no arms. His eyes were looking at the ground as his cheeks increased in colour and you smiled at his shy nature. Picking up a heart from the packet besides you, you walked up to Silver and held it up so he could see it, his eyes gleaming as a wide grin settled on his lips.

Thank god you had picked yes.