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[fearhaunts]

"so she has no gaydar whatsoever? and here i thought women were supposed to be good at that." he snorts, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. then again, it isn't like Obi announces to the world that he's gay---he just thought it was obvious, but maybe it's not that obvious after all. he'll have to work on that... maybe be a little more flamboyant. he wiggles his nose at the idea. okay, maybe not. he'll think about it. he inhales the crisp air, his smile widening a bit as he glances over at Dolph. he didn't think their relationship would be friendly by any means---maybe a little tolerable, but Obi does find himself enjoying Dolph's company. who would have guessed? not that he'd admit that, of course. no, he'd rather die than admit something like that. he nods and follows Dolph. "cool. what kind of alcohol do you have?"

He was going to make a quip about Obi doing what his parents said, until he saw the girl who invited him. She was a sweet girl and he had a similar experience with her once before. "Oh yeah, she doesn't have a great track record with that sort of thing." He said, following Obi to the front yard.

It was so nice to be outside, and breathing the cool night air. Dolph never cared about who he was seen leaving a party with, especially not tonight. People rarely noticed, and if they did... well, they could think whatever they wanted.

"This way." He took the lead, the walk to the apartment would be a short one, five minutes tops.

[fearhaunts]

there are some things about Obi that are special. he doesn't realize it now and it won't be for another few years before he figures it out, but there are some things about him that stand out and his dreams happen to be one of them. while he doesn't always remember them, he's gotten into the habit of waking up and drawing to try and preserve them---it was something his mom suggested after he'd woken up time and time again, crying because his dreams scared him. in the beginning, his mother blamed the horror stories his dad writes, but it would become evident that that wasn't really the case. they didn't tell Obi the source of his nightmares, but they both knew. when Beverly talks to him, he pauses in his mission to grab his notebook to look back at her, his brown eyes round with obscured innocence. "daddy doesn't like talking about it," he says, biting at his bottom lip and looking back as if expecting his dad to walk into the room right at that moment. when he doesn't, Obi looks back at Beverly, looking conflicted. "mommy says it's because Uncle Georgie liked boats but when i ask him to tell me about Uncle Georgie, he gets really sad and i don't want to ask him anymore. i don't like it when daddy is sad." he turns away and grabs his notebook off his desk, taking it to Beverly and holding it out for her as he opens to the first page. naturally, the first page is of a paper boat. "i think he talks to me sometimes, in my dreams."

Beverly smiled warmly at young Obi, charmed by his enthusiasm. She followed him up to his bedroom, curious about the world he had created through his drawings. As they walked, she listened to his innocent chatter about boats and his dad's reaction to them.

"Oh, I love boats," she replied, her eyes reflecting genuine interest. "I bet your drawings are amazing. Sometimes, people don't understand how special it is to create something, especially when it comes from your dreams. It's like capturing a piece of your imagination, isn't it?"

Beverly crouched down to Obi's eye level, her expression thoughtful. "And you know, sometimes art can help us deal with things. Your dad might not understand it now, but maybe someday he'll see how important your drawings are. They're a part of you, Obi, and that's something really special." She gave him an encouraging smile, eager to see the world of creativity that awaited in his big book of drawings. "Have you ever considered asking him why?" Bev knew, she knew why he would be upset. But they promised to always come back every twenty-seven years.

[fearhaunts]

sometimes i forget that Obi is 6'4 in comparison to movie!Bill who is 5'7... tiny dad.

[fearhaunts]

squints. why is waking up so hard. he just wants some coffee.

[fearhaunts]

Obi shrugs as he's pulling Dolph along. being taller than the majority of the people at the party did make it relatively easier to push through them---that and everyone seemed to be drunk out of their minds so pushing them wasn't all that hard, either. "my dad says i need to get out more," he explains loudly, having to nearly yell to make sure he's heard. "i told him i didn't want to fuckin' go to a party, but he thinks it's a good experience or something, i don't fucking know. and---" he pauses to look around, nodding towards a girl that's currently dancing with her friends. "---she asked me to come. don't think she realizes i'm gay, though. didn't know how to say no." finally, they make it out of the house, stumbling over the threshold into the front yard. he didn't drink enough, but he really wishes he did. he's definitely not drunk enough to be seen leaving a party with anyone. still, deciding he doesn't care, he stops and lets go of Dolph's hand, cracking his knuckles almost immediately after. "okay, where we going?"

"Why come?" Much to his own surprise, he didn't mind Obi dragging him around. He had been at this party for a lot longer than he wanted, and by extension, drank more than he normally would have. He was a little looser, a little more personable than usual. He gestured broadly with his free hand to their surroundings, "This one sucks."

He was thrilled to actually be making progress on getting out of this damn house, and away from all these people. They would be at his apartment soon, where it was quiet and calm. Dolph gently squeezed Obi's hand, he really was grateful to have run into him.

[fearhaunts]

Obi looks slightly unconvinced by what Randy is saying. he gets it, he does, but that doesn't mean he fully understands. he knew Randy had an obsession with scary movies---or maybe just movies in general---so he's not sure why he's surprised that he took the metaphor route here. still, he lets out a sigh and covers his mouth with his hand, trying to think of what to say. finally, he turns back towards Randy with a deadpan expression on his face. "i don't know if i'm funny enough to be the comedic relief, to be quite honest with you. i'm not sure if i was meant for that role."

@fearhaunts // no one ever seems to take me seriously. (for Randy)

"So, screw those guys. Give 'em what they think they want."

Randy shrugs. He's not dismissing the complaint, because he gets it. Half the time, he feels like he's talking to an empty room, only hearing his own voice echo off the wall. It's frustrating, but he's used to it.

"Look, the way I see it, when everything important to you is taken as a joke by everybody else, just go with the flow. Make it a joke. At least they'll listen if you put it like a joke, because it's entertaining. In every movie, who is it who says what nobody else will say? Not the hero or the villain. Certainly not the love interest. The comedic relief. Because they can say it without things getting too heavy, right?" And then they die by the end, but Randy figures he can leave that part out.

[fearhaunts]

logically, Obi knows it isn't Bill's fault. his father has done the best he can for him and that's all anyone can really ask from a parent. however, with nightmares plaguing him for as long as he can remember and never getting a straight answer from his father, it frustrates him a little bit. he felt left out, like there were things that Bill clearly didn't want Obi knowing, which would be fine if it didn't haunt him in his dreams. every time Obi mentioned his dreams, he could see a far off look on his face, the fog clouding over his eyes, like he was back in the past or something. but he never told Obi anything and that... that was frustrating. "you know what i'm talking about," is all he says, arms folding across his chest in a defiant manner. yeah, he's barely of age at this point and he certainly shouldn't be talking to his father like this, but he's tired. he wants answers. "can you please... just not lie to me?"

@fearhaunts // you promised me so much more than this. (for Bill cause i enjoy causing pain)

Bill took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. The grown up, rational part of him is glad that his son is able to confront him about this, to actually use words and talk about it, in a way that he never could with his own parents.

Another part of him, though, is hurt. He'll deal with that part later.

"Okay," he said slowly. "So. I don't want to make any assumptions here, so can you tell me where I've fallen short?"

[fearhaunts]

Obi looks relatively offended when his drink is snatched from his hands and drank. to be fair, he did work very hard to get to that---with as crowded as it is, he had to push through the crowd just to get to the kitchen where the alcohol was being kept. he drank one inside of the kitchen and then, after getting knocked into and almost spilling his second drink, he abandoned the kitchen and returned to the floor where he continued to get shoved around until he found his little corner of solitude. his annoyance, however, fades away pretty quickly when he hears what Dolph says. with his head tilted to the side, Obi hums and then offers a brief nod. "fine. but only because you owe me a drink." a pause. "and i really fucking hate parties." then, he reaches for Dolph's hand, abruptly grabbing it, and starts dragging him through the crowd of people.

It was difficult to hear over the music and other people, but he heard exactly what he needed to hear. They could push through this crowd without being stopped if they stuck together, they could get out. "I owe you a drink." There was very little thought as he took Obi's drink and downed it. His only concern was leaving this party.

Dolph placed both hands on the others shoulders, leaning a bit closer. "My apartment's a block away, I have better alcohol." He nodded towards the front of the house, "We just have to leave."

[fearhaunts]

i probably won't be online much tomorrow. i will be pushing a ten hour shift and i have to technically be up in seven hours to get ready for said ten hour shift. that being said, i'll be online tomorrow night to actually do my replies here. lets all hope i don't run myself into the ground tomorrow cause i need the extra money. yippee. goodnight.

[fearhaunts]

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  add " + " to reverse the action.  )

❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you're freezing.  ❜ ❛  i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need to hear it.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'll always be here if you need me.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could take away all your pain.  ❜ ❛  i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges may come our way.  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you.  ❜ ❛  if you need a shoulder to lean on or someone to listen, i'm here.  ❜ ❛  if you need someone to talk to i'm always just one phone call away.  ❜ ❛  it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now.  ❜ ❛  it's okay to feel this way, we've all been there.  ❜ ❛  it's okay to lean on others for support occasionally.  ❜ ❛  just let me take care of you for a bit.  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart.  ❜ ❛  what do you need me to do to make you feel better?  ❜ ❛  you can always ask me for help if you need it.  ❜ ❛  you just relax and let me do the rest. you deserve a break.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hug.  ❜ ❛  you're always taking care of me so no it's my turn to return the favor.  ❜ ❛  you're not alone in this. i'm here for you, no matter what.  ❜

[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders [ breaths ] sender helping receiver to calm down by using breathing techniques [ compliment ] sender complimenting receiver to make them smile [ cry ] sender offering receiver a shoulder to cry on [ gift ] sender giving receiver a small gift [ hand ] sender holding receiver's hand while they're walking [ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace [ injured ] sender helping an injured receiver with everyday tasks [ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh [ kindness ] sender surprising receiver with random acts of kindness [ massage ] sender giving receiver a shoulder massage to tend to their sore muscles [ patterns ] sender drawing random patterns on receiver's skin [ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow [ scars ] sender gently tracing receiver's scars [ sick ] sender bringing a sick receiver whatever they need ( food / medicine / etc. ) [ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist to steady them [ support ] sender quietly sitting down next to receiver to let them know they're there [ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch [ warmth ] sender pulling receiver into their arms to share body heat [ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s)

[fearhaunts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[fearhaunts]

Caring & Reassuring Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences from various sources for muses that care for each other. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You know, what you did for me, nobody's ever done that for me before."

"You know, it's okay to be surprised sometimes."

"I just wish you'd tell me if there was something wrong."

"I hope you won't think any less of me for trying to help you."

"I must admit, I don't understand you."

"It's not where you start in this life, it's where you finish."

"Sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reasons."

"Let me try to talk to her."

"You're a damaged man, but you're a good man."

"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"

"I could never have done this without you."

"I could stay, if you'd like?"

"You're frightened because you can't understand it."

"For every problem, there is a solution."

"Everything I did, I did for you."

"I've been where you are. I know what you're going through."

"I've always suspected that you were a little more human than you let on."

"No one can guarantee the actions of another."

"Don't you give up. Don't you dare."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."

"We're all misled by our heart sometimes."

"No man lives without regrets."

"I'll be home this evening, if you need a sympathetic ear."

"Don't worry, your little secret's safe with me."

"You hide it, but you do have feelings."

"Think of me as a friend."

"I can take care of myself - you just never give me the chance!"

"Love is not a switch. You can't just turn it off."

"Yes, it matters. It matters to me."

[fearhaunts]

Obi found his mother asleep in the living room. it was late in the afternoon and he was starting to get hungry when he'd wandered down from his bedroom to ask his mom for dinner. Bill was out working so it was just the two of them until he got home. Obi had been up in his bedroom drawing up until he'd gotten hungry. he could never explain where the ideas for his drawings came from, but he knew that he enjoyed doing it. his dad didn't necessarily always like his drawings (he pretended he did, but Obi wasn't stupid) but he seemed to support him anyways. shaking his mom's shoulder to wake her up, he smiled brightly at her when she opened her eyes. he pretended like he didn't notice the way she gasped when her eyes flew open. even if he could understand what was haunting her, he knew better than to ask the adults what was wrong. "no, i'm just hungry," he tells her, pointing at the kitchen. "it's dinner time. can we have mac and cheese?"

@fearhaunts // [ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

Audra gasps awake, a sense that she's confined in darkness already fading as she realizes that she's on the couch in her own living room, her son shaking her shoulder to wake her. She doesn't try to remember what she'd been dreaming. She's learned that's for the best.

Perhaps her home is full of nightmares, but the waking hours are precious enough that the nightmares don't matter.

"Sorry, honey. I must've... been more tired than I thought." She runs a hand through her hair to try to smooth it down. Then, she finds the remote and turns off whatever had put her to sleep on the television. "Is something wrong?"

[fearhaunts]

"You're supposed to be on my team!"

"i am on your team," Obi says with a laugh. "i think you need to take a breath there, Uncle Richie, you're going to give yourself a heart attack." he'd choose to be on Richie's team first anyways. his dad sucks at this game, but he doesn't say that. his eyes wrinkle in amusement. "how are we going to beat 'em this time?"

@alldeadrock

[fearhaunts]

i need more people to write with. please write with me. i promise i'm cool.

[fearhaunts]

Obi doesn't generally do parties. considering he's a bit of a loner, that's not that surprising. while Obi can get along with people and he generally does, he chooses to keep to himself. being the son of author Bill Denbrough and actress Audra Phillips doesn't help his case, however. once people figure out who his parents are, they're constantly harassing him. he fucking hates it. he'd rather be left alone, thank you very much. but it was a Friday night and he had nothing better to do---he figured he could have a free drink or two before dipping. unfortunately, at some point he realized that leaving was going to be a lot more trouble than it was worth. there's a lot of people here. almost instantly, he regrets ever coming. he barely hears Dolph as he approaches him---he sees him first and realizes he's being spoken to when their eyes meet. it's then that he leans forward to close some of the distance between them, "what?" he yelled, motioning towards his ears like that would explain everything. "did you ask why i'm here?" he tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed, and then shrugs. "i was bored. but this is kind of boring, too. i don't do parties." he takes the drink in his hand and takes a sip, nose wrinkling. "and their alcohol sucks. what are you doing here?"

@fearhaunts sent 🎲 : a college party in a fraternity / sorority house, the music is a tad too loud and they're running out of food

Dolph was about ready to leave this party, the people were sloppy and someone kept playing 'Club Tropicana', it was driving him mad. The only thing keeping him, was the small fact that he was struggling to push through the crowd. He had come alone, and everyone wanted to include him in their conversations. It was nice? But he wanted to go to bed.

It was chance that he saw Obi at the other side of the room, and finally a way out. "Hey man." Dolph waved, breaking away from the group that was trying to get his opinion on something he wasn't paying attention to. It didn't take him long to reach the other, he was so close to getting home. "This party is pretty shit, I'm surprised to see you here."

[fearhaunts]

Obi snorts at the comment, rolling his eyes. he's gotta hand it to the guy, he's pretty funny, even if he doesn't mean to be. he's glad that Dolph chooses to be honest, though. Obi can tell he is just by the sound of his voice when he says why he'd taken the notebook. almost immediately, Obi understands. he'd probably be pretty upset too, honestly. "you shouldn't listen to him," he says with a flick of his wrist, head tilting slightly. "stealing his notebook is only going to make him target you more, you do realize that, yeah? i mean, if he even notices, that is. you're just creating more problems for yourself."

"Christ, what do you think this is? An after school special?" Dolph was watching the other closely, an old habit that he couldn't seem to shake. Still, he let out a soft sigh. "He suggested that the only reason I'm here is because I paid someone to do my work." It was strange how much that actually bothered him, he never used to care about these kinds of things.