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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 3 years ago

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26 for the prompts? perhaps w the cat n mouse lads :3 (also look danny i did it i sent a prompt are u proud)

I...actually don't remember what the prompt was for this one, but I'm 87% sure it was "I'm not that scary, am I?"

So fine since y'all keep asking for 'em, here's more of the cat and mouse bois. Shoutout to @gabbydafurry and an anon for finally giving them names.

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

“I’ll make pollo asado for dinner, we can eat it together while we watch!”

Aaron sighed and rubbed his hands against his forehead, trying to ease the dull throb that had yet to wane over the past two days. His headache certainly wasn’t being helped by the constant badgering of his...roommate, for a lack of better words (as well as being a title so eagerly self bestowed by the cat in question) but much like many of their other interactions, his resolve was starting to wear thin. Usually, he was able to hold his ground for at least a week until he was bribed into giving the other some type of social interaction with the promise of his favorite foods. Today, however, the poor mouse just wanted a moment’s peace free from knocking on the walls or calling through the cracks until he answered, and if that meant watching some stupid movie then fine.

Plus, Lucas did know how to make some incredible Mexican food.

“...fine,” Aaron conceded after a pause, the pressure behind his eyes giving him a sharp pang before fading to its usual ache, almost like his own body was projecting how horrible of an idea this was.

As soon as the mouse slipped out from behind the curio, he came face to face with the massive grin of the cat mere inches away from the opening. Seeing the grin only split wider when he was fully in view of the other normally would have instinctively sent a shiver up his spine, it was kind of difficult to be intimidated seeing how Lucas had strangely contorted his body to lay on the floor between the curio and the bookcase. Most cats seemed to be fairly flexible, so it probably wasn’t too uncomfortable for him to be so bent and curled up, but he definitely lost some of that hunter’s prowess with his back twisted sideways and one leg leaning against the shelving.

In a flash, Lucas had managed to untangle his strange positioning to instead be crouched on his knees, now looming over Aaron in a way he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He flinched back when his hand started to reach out towards him, fully intending to scoop him up to dizzying heights without a second thought, but the appendage stopped just short of touching him at all. Instead, he dropped his hand palm side up and waited, smiling all the while. At least he was getting better at remembering Aaron’s explicit request to not be grabbed without permission, though he did always apologize with a sheepish look and some little treat whenever he forgot.

Once Aaron climbed onto the awaiting hand that radiated a delightfully intense warmth into his already aching muscles, Lucas was already jumping up a chattering a mile a minute about how much the mouse was going to love the movie he picked out, how dinner would be ready soon, how he wasn’t expecting him to actually agree to watch a scary movie with him since he never seemed like the type who would be into that sort of thing but--

“It’s a scary movie?” Aaron interrupted, the noise finally registering beyond the headache. Truthfully, he tuned a lot of what the other said out for almost every conversation, not that it ever seemed to make a difference. Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit of a chatterbox, he admitted once, but it’s less weird talking to someone who doesn’t respond than to talk to yourself, right?

Debatable.

Lucas tilted his head and snorted. “Uh, yeah? That was one of the first things I told you about. You know that one actress who’s in almost every one of those Christmas movies we watch, who’s always the jealous best friend?” Aaron has no idea who he was referring to given that he never absorbed anything from those stupid romance movies he was boarderline forced to watch, but nodded anyways, “Right, this is supposed to be her big break out role, or something. It’s the first thing she’s doing as a lead actress, and you know, good for her! I’m glad she’s getting out of that typecast she’s been in forever. Horror probably wouldn’t be my first choice for her, but I guess since she has those singing vocals it could carry over to being a scream queen. Kind of like when--”

And Aaron was out of the conversation again.

Lucas continued to drone on about the actress’s entire film career, or at least that’s what the mouse was assuming he was doing when he occasionally zoned back in to pick up a stray word here and there. The headache he had been staving off to the best of his ability was starting to come back with twice as much force as it often did in the later days. He probably could have just asked the other for some aspirin, maybe even some cold medicine as that was no doubt what this bout of illness was turning into, but asking the cat for anything was always out of the question. Of course, Lucas tried to sway him numerous times into thinking it most certainly was not and that he could always ask for whatever he needed, never to his avail. Aaron was indeed willing to prolong his suffering if it meant not having to stomach the dreadful embarrassment that would come to being indebted to the feline, no matter how insignificant.

Unfortunately, he was only setting himself up for failure in thinking this “agreement” would be providing him any sort of relief. His headache was treading dangerously close into becoming a full fledged migraine and the flashes of light and screams from the television would not be doing him any favors. His only saving grace was that, after he had been settled on the couch and Lucas scampered off to get the dinner he promised, the cat turned off every other light possible to, as he put it, really get them in the spooky mood!

The smell of the food was delicious and nauseating. His stomach both wanted and revolted at the idea of anything filling it, which would only serve to worsen his headache no doubt. Damn it all, he wanted to throttle both himself and this illness, the first for agreeing to watch this stupid movie when he was already feeling under the weather, the second for preventing him from getting his half of the deal. These movie-dinner dates deals were the only reason Aaron continued to stick around, even if he thought the torment of being forced to watch awful romcoms in exchange for a hot, homemade meal was a little unfair. No, that wasn’t entirely true, Lucas was a freaking culinary genius as far as the mouse was aware. It was a wonder why he wasn’t majoring in a cooking field.

“I’m not hungry right now,” Aaron lied when Lucas had asked why he wasn’t eating. “I’ll try some later.”

The cat looked at him strangely before shrugging. “Alright, just let me know. If you don’t like it, I can always make you something else.” There he goes again, offering things he knows the other can’t accept. At least he could let it slide this time as he had no appetite to think of any other dish.

Lucas finished his own meal in silence, completely fixed on the television as the opening scene carried on, introducing the canine main character that Aaron did, in fact, vaguely recognize. This was fine, he figured, the dark apartment coupled with a painfully slow movie, a warm body moving to curl up behind him as it so often did during these deals, he could probably get a few moments of real rest in before the credits rolled. As much as he loathed to admit it, the cat was actually rather...comfortable to be forcefully cuddled by. He wasn’t like other movie goers that needed to make a comment on every character’s decision, steady breathing and the occasional purr helping the mouse slowly relax.

That relaxation was cut short as soon as the romcom actress tore her tiny avian neighbor to shreds by the end of the first act.

Aaron had hardly been paying attention to the storyline up until this point, something to do with the girl being bitten and experiencing insatiable hunger lately. The sudden carnage of the otherwise trusting little prey creature made both of them flinch in surprise, though Lucas was quick to laugh it off. From then on the mouse’s unwavering attention was glued to the screen, but not by his choice. A chill ran through him each time she claimed another unsuspecting victim, always a prey animal, and ripped them apart with her teeth and nails like a starving animal. The way the tiny’s incredibly realistic viscera was slurped into her bloody mouth made him queasy, all too easily imagining himself in their shoes.

Eventually, her hunger became too strong and she began attacking fellow predator species as well. Ripping into throats and soft bellies was far messier than snacking on a tiny creature in three bites, making her feast all the more gory. While the violence still unsettled him, it was a touch more bearable now that he couldn’t picture his own body being mangled between the teeth of a predator he thought he could trust. Speaking of…

The mouse gulped and risked a glance behind him at the other who had hardly moved, save for a few jolts and snickers whenever a particularly good jump scare managed to startle him. It didn’t go unnoticed that every time Aaron had physically reacted to a sudden screech or attack, the cat would curl just a little bit tighter around him, hiding a laugh behind a rumbling purr. He wanted to believe this was meant to be an act of comfort and not something equally as nefarious as the canine plotting her next kill. Regardless, Lucas was equally transfixed on the movie, except he seemed to be enjoying every minute of the horror aspect. His tail would flick in interest during the high tension scenes, even more so when a chase sequence was underway. It made sense, considering that was his favorite game to make Aaron play.

Whatever the case may be, the mouse couldn’t help but be unnerved tenfold that the other had the audacity to enjoy a fictional movie he was interested in seeing. The last thing the mouse wanted was for Lucas to get any more ideas when it came to chasing him around the apartment, much less awaken any sort of primitive instinct to maim his prize after it had been captured. To this day, it remains a deep seated fear in the back of his mind that every time the cat cupped his hands over him, his teeth would be quick to follow. Natural instincts were hard to shake for a reason when it came to prey animals such as himself, he could only hope the same wasn’t true for predators.

His imagination was running rampant, enough so that he completely missed how the movie ended. Something about a cure, something about being put down, whatever. The only thing on his mind was the morbidly hilarious thought that if Lucas were to go feral like the canine, would he eat him raw or would he cook him up in another fantastic dish?

Aaron jumped when Lucas moved to sit up behind him, only now registering the credits scrolling across the screen. He stretched a bit, the quickly fading warmth that had been surrounding the mouse making him realize just how tight the other must have been snuggled around him. How did he not notice?

“Wow,” Lucas said, pursing his lips. “That...was one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life.”

That wasn’t the reaction Aaron had been expecting him to have, but it was certainly better than to hear him go on about how it was a brilliant masterpiece. He got up to flick the lights back on, still laughing as he recounted each poorly written scene and cheesy effects. “I mean, oh my god, right? The mail man saved everyone? Seriously? I actually feel bad for making you watch that, you totally have dibs on the next movie night.”

He turned around to look at the mouse who was still huddled tight on the couch, wide eyes glued to the screen even if it was just names moving along with ominous background music. Lucas gave him another quizzical look, smirking.

“C’mon, even you have to admit those tinies had zero survival instincts. Like, who goes up to a rabid dog and asks for directions? I get suspending my disbelief and all, but they could have made it just a pinch realistic. This is so going to tank her acting career…” The cat shook his head and moved closer to the couch so that he stood right in front of the television, finally drawing the other’s attention to himself. “Hey, you hungry now?”

Oh, absolutely fucking not. An hour and a half of being tensed up gave no relief to his aching muscles and now that the lights were back on, so was his pounding headache. His stomach rolled, the nausea a mix of dizziness and disgust from the special effects. He didn’t even want to think about food, he didn’t want to be out in the open anymore, and he most certainly did not want to spend another minute in the cat’s company right now.

“S-sure…” Aaron finally squeaked out. He just needed Lucas out of the room, distracted somewhere so he could make a break for it. In some instances, he would have just darted off whether the cat saw him or not, but that always resulted in a game of chase that had a 50/50 success rate, the other loving it anyways. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to rest up and heal and not think about how easy it would be for the other to bite off his head whenever he felt like it.

Lucas stood there for a minute, studying him, and just when Aaron genuinely feared he was going to pounce, he flashed an innocent smile. “Cool, just give me a couple minutes to get it heated up.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Aaron decided to be bold and waste a few precious seconds of his head start to collect himself. Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. Lucas had been nothing but kind to him. Aloof, but still kind all the same. But as a prey animal that spent the better part of his life living in walls and stealing to survive, trust was a risk he simply couldn’t take. There was hardly any benefit to keeping up this con if the end goal was simply to eat him. For all he knew, though, Lucas was nothing more than a merciless sociopath that was willing to milk every ounce of fear he could before chowing down. A sociopath obsessed with romantic comedies and wore an apron when he cooked and had begged Aaron for two months straight to tell him when his birthday was so that he could make him a miniature cake.

...okay, so maybe Lucas wasn’t a sociopath, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy. Evolution gave him sharpened fangs and agile reflexes for a reason and the mouse was not about to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end of those one day.

With his head as clear as it was going to be for the time being, sans the dull throb behind his eyes, the mouse finally pushed himself up to make his way over to the couch arm. Slowly, as to not overwork his stiff joints, he climbed his way down to the floor and skittered under the couch for a little extra protection. Strangely, he noticed that he didn’t hear any noises coming from the kitchen just up ahead and when he stopped by the doorway, he couldn’t see anyone either. Losing track of the massive cat should not be possible, especially considering this was a one bedroom apartment and there was literally nowhere else for the feline to go without coming back through the entryway. Aaron should have taken it as a blessing, but of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He proceeded to be daring and come out from under the couch completely to peek into the kitchen, confirming it was empty. Again, that shouldn’t even be possible for Lucas to slip out without having to directly pass the living room to go somewhere else. Unless he had, which would mean Aaron missed him somehow. He had been in quite a deep thought process on the couch...but he could have sworn he was only collecting himself for a minute!

The answer became glaringly obvious when the mouse took a few hesitant steps back and turned to retreat under the safety of the couch, only to come face to face with Lucas. He damn near jumped out of his skin, slamming his back against the wall in an effort to gain another inch of distance between himself and the face taking up his entire view. Really, this was nothing too out of the ordinary for the cat, he loved to sneak up and pounce whenever the opportunity presented itself and Aaron wasn’t too obviously close to heart failure. What made his heart stutter, however, was the fact that Lucas didn’t look like...well, Lucas. There was no smile, no warm eyes, no words being talked a mile a minute about nothing.

No, there was just a frowning cat with his ears pinned back and pupils slit, stalking closer with a terrifying rumble in his throat.

Instinct overtook him as soon as he saw the other’s lip twitch, trying to dart under the couch for safety and having his path immediately blocked by a hand being slammed down, claw out. Aaron couldn’t even yelp, the bile in his throat threatening to turn into vomit if he idled around too long. So, he didn’t. Instead, he turned on his heel and scampered in the opposite direction with the cat hot on his trail. He very nearly dodged a swipe, Lucas hissing that his blow didn’t land while Aaron only tried to speed up his sprinting. They circled maybe half of the living room, the mouse weaving under furniture while the cat knocked into them in an effort to jarr his prey into taking a misstep.

It worked, unfortunately, when Aaron took a sharp turn at the bookshelf and caused Lucas to clip it with his shoulder. The small bump did nothing to deter the cat on his hunt, but the two books that came tumbling down were enough to make the smaller skid and trip to avoid being squashed under the novels. He ended up twisting his ankle awkwardly, stumbling flat on his face while the momentum of his running made him roll twice until he landed on his back. Despite being winded and the additional pain in his leg, he knew there was no time to waste, trying to pull himself. It was too late, though. The cat was already on top of him, hand coming down to pin him under his palm while only his head poked free from between his fingers.

That cold, terrifying face came nearer, eyes tunnel visioned on its prize. Oh God, Aaron would give anything to have the other Lucas back right now. He’d watch a thousand sappy movies, do a date night for every meal, actually move into his bedroom like the cat had suggested he do a dozen times. He wanted...fuck, he wanted his friend back. What he thought was his friend, anyways. Not this killer, not this predator who was baring his teeth and was now mere inches away from biting off his face and--

The growling above him broke off into a snort shortly before turning into a full blown laugh. Aaron wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes in preparation for his certain death, but when he dared to open them and blinked away the budding tears, he saw that smile he had been wishing for again. Kind and warm, just like eyes, and it was like Lucas had never even taken the form of a starving hunter in his life. Like he hadn’t been moments away from devouring his beloved roommate.

“Oh, come on,” he howled with laughter, “You can’t be serious! That movie actually scared you? I mean, I thought you looked a little freaked out by it, but wow!”

The movie...so this...this wasn’t real. Lucas was just pretending, just playing a prank on him. He thought that the movie had simply wound him up and made him jumpier than usual, no different than watching a zombie flick and popping out from behind a bush at your friend later on.

Except it was different. It was different in the fact that zombies aren't real, but predators are. Predators didn’t need an excuse to go feral and maim and consume their tiny cohabitants, they simply could by the laws of nature. And yes, it may be illegal and have several laws in place to protect prey species, but if no body was ever left behind, who could say if foul play was involved? That was the whole plot point in the otherwise dull movie they sat through together, the reason why the woman was able to avoid suspicion of her sickness by feeding on tinies that could only be reported missing at most.

Lucas’s laughter had tapered off, still clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, note to self, no more horror movies.” Finally, he released Aaron from under his hand to sit back on his haunches. “Man, I really didn’t think you would scare that easily, especially from a B-movie like that. Anyways, are you actually ready to eat now? I put your stuff in the oven so it would reheat better, but it should be done by now….Ronnie?”

Aaron hadn’t moved an inch since he was originally pinned, not even after the hand had been lifted off of him. He just stared up blankly at the cat, trembling and wide eyed, unable to do anything as the rapid succession of events sunk in. The cat’s humor died down a little, smile hesitating.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist, you know?” He shrugged a little sheepishly. “You didn’t even notice when I came back so I thought...I don’t know, it was funnier in my head. I almost broke character and started laughing before you ran!” With still no verbal response, Lucas reached out a hand. “Aaron? You good? Come on, I’m not that scary, am I?”

The reaction he got probably wasn’t what he was hoping for with Aaron suddenly scrambling to push himself away from the outstretched hand that might trap and tear apart his limbs. He gave a sharp squeak, managing to find his footing only to come crashing down as soon as he took the first step, his ankle noticeably swollen by this point. His cry of pain was muffled into a desperate grunt, trying so hard to drag himself away as a last ditch effort to avoid the same fate as the bird and the squirrel and the mole in the movie.

Lucas gasped. “Oh, Ronnie, your leg!” Both hands were reaching for the mouse now, aiming to cup around him and scoop him up before they surely put him out of his misery. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t...oh my God, I hurt you.”

Yes and no. In truth, Aaron had been the one to hurt himself by making his body move in ways it physically shouldn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that Lucas had shown his true colors. Perhaps in hindsight, that wasn’t a fair assessment, as he really did think he was playing a harmless little joke on a skittish friend. The pain came from knowing that the cat could turn feral, though, no matter how genuine he was being. There was still clearly an instinct within him, one that knew how to hunt and bare his teeth and hiss, one that knew deep down where they both ranked on the food chain. It hurt in knowing everything he thought about his friend, everything that kept him from really letting down his walls like the other so desperately wanted, was right. Cats and mice were not friends.

“Get away from me!” Aaron shrieked when the hands came too close. Though they withdrew quickly, he didn’t bother to watch if they would move again as he forced himself up to stumble back to his nook behind the bookshelf.

“Aaron, wait!” It was a fruitless request and Lucas knew it as he didn’t even try to stop the mouse from disappearing behind the furniture back into the walls. It would only make matters so much worse. “Aaron, please, you’re hurt, just...at least let me help you. Please. I...I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I promise!”

The cat shuffled closer, leaning down in hopes that the other could at least hear his pleas better, could hear how sincere he was trying to be. “I would never hurt you, Aaron. You’re one of my best friends. Look, it was a stupid prank and I’m an asshole and I’ll never do it again, just please come out. Just let me know if you’re alright?”

It didn’t matter how hard or for how long he tried, Aaron was long gone within the walls.

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candychronicles · 4 years ago

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boo // d. kaminari

A/N: this is my take on the horror, haunts and halloween bnharem server collab!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Denki Kaminari x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,315

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, car fucking, some extremely mild spooks

SYNOPSIS: who knew a little bet between friends could turn into so much more?

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“boo!”

“damnit Kaminari, you scared the hell out of me!” you screeched, whipping around to smack your friend on the shoulder. “besides, you should save all of the screams for the house tonight!”

he shrugged his body, clearly not bothered by your comment before proceeding to the men’s dressing area, makeup already adorned on his body. he was performing tonight as a sort of scary chainsaw man with bloodshot eyes and a dark streaked face. despite the outwardly appearance of his costume, he was, at least to you, a funny and extremely attractive guy. you two had spent your whole fall flirting and teasing in between hallways and sets, having fun and making people scared at the same time.

you never meant to work at a haunted house, but you needed the money, and it seemed much more exciting to get paid scaring people and dressing up in cool costumes over working a seasonal retail job. due to your ability to at least fake a scary and eccentric personality, they hired you immediately, along with a few other people your age. you figured it would be a good way to meet new people and have fun but you were certainly not expecting to fall in love with the dorky yet extremely talented kid with the cool hair and outlandish jokes.

your time in the dressing and makeup room didn’t take too long, adorning a creepy maid outfit with sunken black eyes and a wicked bloody smile. twirling the braids adorning your head, you skipped out of the room, ready to get into character and have another night of spooks.

“hey, let’s make a bet tonight, hm? make it a little more interesting?” Kaminari offered, sliding in beside you like he had been there all along.

“sure, what do you propose?”

“let’s see who can get the loudest scream of the night. we’ll both be generally near each other, so no cheating or lying because i’ll be able to tell!”

“how are we going to measure that? what if it’s really close, what are you going to do about that?”

“rock, paper, scissors?” he countered, flashing his hands and gesturing the game with a devious smile.

“sure, why not. what do i get if i win?”

“anything you want, sugar.”

you attempted to ignore the comment, though your cheeks heated up and your eyes grew just a bit wider.

“how about you owe me dinner tonight?” you joked, flashing your own toothy grin.

“that all, dollface? i’d do that any day.”

“oh boo, that’s boring. make him wear your maid costume or something!” Kirishima shouted from across the hall, seemingly butting into your increasingly heated conversation.

“now that’s an idea,” you teased, laughing along with Kirishima as Kaminari’s face turned bright red.

“that’s nothing! i’d do that any day,” he claimed, quickly moving on, “but i say if i win then you owe me dinner. easy enough?”

you nodded your head in agreement, shaking on it and pressing your pinkies together for extra emphasis before heading towards your separate destinations, ready for the challenge.

the night started off easy, you both earning screams of varying levels, but every time you got one, he shot right back with yet another. your jaw clenched and eyes grew dark, not backing down from the fight.

the whole evening and late through midnight did you two fight back and forth, tooth and nail, bringing out your nastiest and scariest tricks, doing everything you could to jumpscare and creep out the people of the attraction, but it seemed that neither of you were a clear winner. you, however, were not going to let him get the satisfaction of saying he won.

the final group of the night came through and you managed a loud, shrieking scream from the guy in the front, a wicked smile on your face as you waved at Kaminari down the hall. he retaliated with his own scare but, at least you thought, it didn’t quite live up to your own haunt.

“i totally won, i don’t even know what you’re talking about!” he shrieked, shoving fries in his face with a huff, waving his arms around in a display of anger.

“my scream was louder and you know it. just admit it, i was better than you tonight!” you argued back, leaning forward to look him directly in the eye, challenging him to keep up the fight.

he looked away, cheeks tinged pink at your sudden closeness, before crossing his arms and looking back at you.

“fine, i’ll pay for the food, but i still don’t think you won. i can make anyone scream louder than you.”

“oh yeah? why don’t you prove it?” you challenged, eyes unwavering and boring straight into the side of his face.

he took a moment to ponder, unsure of what you meant, before he looked back, pupils blown wide in shock.

“waiter, i need the check please.”

it took all of thirty seconds after leaving the dingy late night restaurant before his mouth was on yours, hot and unwavering, hands tangled deep into the back of your hair, digits pressing roughly into your scalp.

“where to?” he asked in between kisses, walking backwards as you trailed after him, hands grasping his shirt like it was your only lifeline.

“whatever’s closest,” you whispered back, feeling him hit the car with the back of his body.

he quickly whipped around, fishing frantically for the keys in his pocket before shoving the shiny object into the lock and twisting, whipping the door open and gesturing you sweetly into the car.

before you had barely sat down, he slammed the door, rushing to the other side and opening his own door, sinking in and turning the vehicle on, haphazardly buckling his seatbelt as he peeled out of the parking lot towards his apartment.

the bad part about working at a haunted house was that it was in the almost middle of nowhere. there was a small town with a couple restaurants and stores, but most workers came from the college town over, meaning you two had a small drive before you made it back to either of your apartments.

Kaminari gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of trying to drive safely while getting there as fast as he could. his teeth ground into each other, face set in a harsh frown, stress permanent on his face.

“relax, we’ll get there eventually. you’ll kill the mood with your sour face,” you teased, reaching sideways to place your hand on his thigh. his body jumped at your touch, briefly turning to face you before veering off onto the side of the road, seemingly finding some close down parking lot with a few trees surrounding the area.

“i’m sorry, you’re just driving me crazy. you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted you, since the day i first met you. you were so cocky and confident in your interview, ready to have fun and be crazy in your acting, but the moment you stepped away, you became so sweet and kid, always greeting everyone with a smile and a wave. i couldn’t get enough of your duality, enamored in the way you could switch that smirk on like it was nothing. seeing you in that dainty little maid outfit you’re wearing doesn’t help all that much,” he confessed, wringing his hands together as he attempted to calm himself down. “truth be told, i don’t want to be that shitty guy who you think is only using you for sex, but after that little stunt you pulled in the restaurant, i don’t think i can wait any longer to fuck you.”

you blinked once, twice, three times, trying to process what he was saying before unbuckling your seatbelt and veering towards his body, chests pressed together as you managed to climb into his lap, attacking his lips with your own, relishing in the way he practically melted under your touch, eager to feel you on him once again.

“backseat. now.”

you climbed back without hesitation, flashing him a bit of your ass as you wiggled your way onto the seat, patiently waiting for him to come back. he followed without waiting, immediately pulling your legs onto the seat and hovering over you, hands on either side of your head.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he confirmed, brushing away a couple pieces of hair that was scattered across your face.

“yes, i’m sure. please fuck me.”

he wasted no time before attaching himself to you once again, lips finding purchase on your own, against your neck, your collarbone, unbuttoning the front of your costume to nip at your breasts, leaving marks that would surely last for days. despite the cramped position you two were in, you still felt slick pool in your panties, thighs rubbing against the side of his body as you attempted to create some friction to relieve the tension building up.

you whined, begging for more, but before you could speak up to ask him for something, anything, he had already obliged, reaching down to rub the pad of his thumb against your clothed nub. you moaned in response, the need for him only growing by the minute.

“please, Kaminari-”

“Denki, call me Denki,” he corrected, nipping at your throat as his fingers moved under the skirt and around your panties, “and don’t worry baby, i’ll take care of you tonight.”

with that final statement, he pulled your panties aside completely and pushed one finger slowly into your waiting body, shivering at the feeling of your wet insides sucking him in, greedily begging for more. your breaths became uneven and labored, but you remained patient, enjoying every feeling he pulled from your wanting cunt.

he continued his assault on your neck and chest as his fingers pumped in and out of you, adding one, two more fingers, stretching you out until you were sopping and begging for his cock. he paused for one moment, hastily pulling his pants down as best as he could. before he could get to his boxers, however, you reached past his hand, pulling them down and stroking his dick, admiring the way it twitched in your hands, swollen and leaky, wanting to be inside of you just as much as you need him.

you pulled him back down by his shirt collar, kissing him fiercely as he adjusted his body once more, you aligning him to your entrance, legs hiked up around his body as he caged you in. he sunk in slowly, not holding back his moans as he appreciated the way your body sucked him in, like he was meant to be there all along.

you moaned with him, a string of curses and praises flowing out of your mouth like a siren’s song, luring him into your lair one word at a time.

“Denki, fuck, you feel so good. please don’t stop.”

he bottomed out in your, laughing when you shifted your hips, whining as you tried to get him to move. he pressed a chaste kiss to your head before rolling his own hips back, shivering at the feeling of you wrapped around him. he continued his pace slowly, rocking in and out of you, watching the car steam up from your breathy moans and sweat covered skin, feeling the car move in tandem with your bodies.

you arched your back and wrapped yourself around him as best as you could, dazzled by the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you. he was so close, his breath against your ear, and you relished in the way he moaned and sighed, feeling just as good as you were in that moment.

he felt himself getting close much quicker than he wanted, but in that moment, he didn’t care, too enveloped in the way you squeezed around him, nails biting into his back and eyes screwed shut. he moved one hand back down in between your bodies and found your sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing down and swirling around, moaning as he felt you compressed around his cock, the new sensation overwhelming for you.

“fuck, baby, i’m so close,” he moaned, settling his head into your neck, biting down softly into your shoulder.

you only nodded back in response, too worried about chasing your own high that was emerging quickly with the combined pleasure of his cock and his fingers.

you arched your back and squeezed your thighs together as white hot lava shot through your lower stomach, cumming intensely on his cock. the feeling of your velvety walls pulsating around his own quickly brought him to his own high as he slowed his pace down, shooting his load into you.

you both laid there, breathless and sweaty, before you looked at him and erupted in giggles, wiping some of the sticky hair off his face.

“i really liked that,” you confessed, biting your lip and smiling shyly despite the position you two were still currently in.

“me too,” he agreed, kissing your forehead before slowly pulling out, sitting up and reaching forward into his console to grab a stack of napkins, cleaning you and himself up as best as he could.

you sat up after him, dizzy from pure elation, before a smirk came across your face.

“so you’re saying i won the bet, right?”

“i feel like i won the lottery tonight so yes, i’ll say you won the bet.”

“good,” you affirmed, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands, squeezing slightly before bringing him closer to you, “remember what Kiri said? i think i’m going to take his words to heart.”

he looked at you confused, shrugging, but as you stared at him, his eyes grew wide once more as he realized what you meant.

“you get to wear the maid costume next.”

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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twitch streamer geto suguru

This is a thought that doesn’t just live rent free in my head oh no this thought is the landlord of my mind. Go read the shitposts I made about this, but technically you don’t need to for context. Femme pronouns

Looking at himself in the mirror, Suguru smiled widely. His costume was perfect for today's stream. He knew his fans would love it, they voted for his next one and were practically frothing at the mouth when he announced he’d be doing it.

“Babe, come in!” He called for you. You’d left the bathroom a few minutes ago and hadn’t seen him in the full outfit.

“Coming!” Your footsteps padded on the carpet and then you appeared in the doorway. “Looking good, Dabi.” You grinned, taking note of his lack of shirt and the pants hanging low on his hips. The only thing keeping him from looking like an off duty stripper was the jacket concealing just enough to not be too too scandalous.

“Oh Toga, you’re too kind.” He chuckled, looking at his makeup in the mirror. “You really outdid yourself with the makeup, ya know.”

“Thanks.” Twirling the skirt you had on between your fingers, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “I think I look pretty cute.”

“The cutest.” Giving your butt a squeeze, Suguru slipped past you. “I’m going to start the stream now.”

“Okay!” Giving him a wave, you went to another room to occupy yourself for however many hours he’d be busy today. You could hear the music he played at the beginning of his stream start to play, and you put on headphones.

“Hello everyone, it’s your favorite sexy cosplayer!” Suguru said into his microphone, smiling at all the comments that flooded in, all in shock of how good his makeup and outfit looked. “You like the get up?”

Hundreds and hundreds of comments flooded in all saying yes. Chuckling, he stood up and showed off his outfit to the camera. Letting his coat flutter open, he laughed at the many all caps messages saying how hot he was.

“Should I say something Dabi would say?” Tapping his chin, Suguru hummed for a bit. “If you’re trash, at least be kindling for my flames. How’s that?” A couple donations came in, all praising him for his good imitation.

Sitting back down, he set up the game he was going to play for the first portion of the stream: cooking mama. Reading out a few messages and thanking everyone over and over again, he started up the game.

In the room you were in, you could hear frantic laughter and crazed shouts from Suguru. He always got super into whatever game he was playing, playing up his reactions perfectly for the watchers. He often had to drink a warm cup of tea after a stream because he’d been shouting and laughing so much.

After an hour, you got a text from him, asking to bring him a snack. You hadn’t changed out of the outfit, promising to take pictures for his Instagram once the stream was over. Quickly fixing him a plate, you knocked on the door.

“Sugu, I’m here.” You tried not to speak too loudly in case he was talking.

“Oh everyone, my Uber eats is here, one second. I know, I know, I’m eating so early into the stream!” Chuckling, Suguru opened the door and smiled at you. “Hey delivery girl, you’re pretty cute.”

“Shut up.” You giggled, trying to push the plate into his hand.

“You know, you’re so cute my stream should see you!” He shouted, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into the room.

“Sugu!” You shouted, face flushing at suddenly being on camera.

“Sugu? I don’t know who that is, Toga.” Holding you more securely around your waist, Suguru tossed the plate on his desk and positioned you in front of the camera. “Look everyone, Toga joined me!”

“H-hi.” No matter how many times he made you appear on camera you were still a little shy. Gripping the edges of the beige cardigan you had on, you waved shyly at the camera. You could see the comments flooding by, ‘so cute!’ ‘couple goals!’ ‘I’m so jealous!’.

“Some of you were wondering why we aren’t wearing wigs too and to be honest this makeup took far too long to even fuck with a wig.” Suguru laughed, running a hand through his hair. “But I should tie it up, huh? It’s getting pretty hot.”

“I’ll help.” You always had a scrunchie on you for Suguru. He refused to use normal hair ties, citing how bad they were for your hair.

“Oh, it’s everyone’s favorite part.” He teased. Dramatically fluttering his coat to the side, Suguru dropped to his knees in front of you despite your flustered requests to just bend his head forward.

“You know you don’t have to do all this.” You muttered, ignoring all the horny comments in his chat. Suguru really knew how to play up his audience and make everything a clippable moment. He didn’t have thousands of subscribers for no reason.

“But Toga, I like it when you do it like this.” He whined loudly, smirking up at you and grabbing the edges of your cardigan. Laughing at the embarrassed noise you let out, he closed his eyes as you gathered his hair into a bun on his head.

“There you go.” Patting his shoulder, you helped him up. Trying to take a step back, Suguru caught you by the arm.

“C’mon, at least pose a little with me?”

“But I thought we were just going to do it for Instagram?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Just a little bit, promise.”

“Alright.” Moving into a better position, you threw your hands up and made the same gestures as the real Toga Himiko, cupping your cheeks and smiling up at Suguru just like you’d practiced. “Is this good?”

“Look at the donations baby, you’re doing great.” Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, Suguru thanked all the people donating. Getting into his position, he did a few poses as well. Only doing a few, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you over to his desk, making you sit on his lap as he sat on the chair.

“There’s a few new subs, (Y/N), you should thank them.” Tapping the microphone softly, Suguru gestured for you to lean forward. Ignoring the chat all furiously typing that they wanted to sit on Sugurus lap, you looked at yourself on the monitor.

“Thank you everyone who donated and subscribed! You’re all so sweet and Suguru and I really appreciate and love every single one of you!” You had learned that script early on in Sugurus streaming career. It was heartfelt and true, and better yet you never stuttered over it.

Patting you on the back, Suguru turned off cooking mama and put on some background music.

“Toga, would you like to play a game?” He asked, making his voice drop a little.

“What is it?”

“I think you’ll like this game.” He smirked wickedly, his eyes darting to the camera and giving it a wink.

“Why’d you wink?”

“No reason!” Rocking back and forth, Suguru chuckled to himself. “Will you go grab the VR? It’s in the drawer over there.”

“Sugu, please!” You knew exactly what he was going to have you do and it was already making your heart race. You were still close to the microphone, and everyone could hear your pitiful whine.

“Hey don’t make those sounds, people have to pay extra for that.” Covering the microphone with his hand, Suguru pat you on the legs. “It’ll be a short one this time.”

“You say that all the time!” Throwing your head back, you got up from his lap and grabbed the VR headset, setting it up quickly.

“Now chat, you guys have been suggesting this game nonstop for (Y/N) to play and one of the mods sent me a copy, so now we’re going to play!” Suguru went on to show the game on screen, a horror game that had been trending recently. He’d brought it up to you in passing, asking what you thought of it and if you’d ever play it with him off stream.

“I hate it here!” You groaned, flipping off the camera as it was angled to capture your whole body. Neither the chat nor Suguru could hold back their laughs, and many donations were ringing in.

“Here, let me help.” Suguru stood and adjusted the headset on your face, putting the controllers firmly in your hands. Patting you on the head, he sent a thumbs up to the screen. “Let’s go everyone! And no one worry, (Y/N) has safety shorts on under the skirt, so if she kicks her leg like last time no perverts will see her bits.”

“That’s right!” You nodded in what you hoped was the direction of the monitor. You weren’t facing it before Suguru had put the headset on, so you had no idea if you were looking in the right direction.

“Starting now.” He announced, and the game started up on your screen. It was fine enough, chilling music playing in your ears at a low volume. “How’s the sound, (Y/N)?”

“It’s fine.” Nodding, you started a new game. “The graphics are really good on this so far!”

“That’s great.” Adjusting the microphone, Suguru could barely hide his smile. As the game started, you felt shivers roll down your spine. Little things slammed in your ears and your head whipped side to side.

“So this is one of those mission games? I-I can do it, no problem!” You breathed, jolting right after as something passed the corner of your vision.

“That’s the spirit!” Suguru clapped for you. “Chat believes in you as well.”

There were a few small jump scares, spiders and things chasing you that made you shout. As the game progressed, you were doing better than anyone thought you would.

“S-sugu.” You whimpered at a checkpoint, adjusting the controllers in your sweaty hands.

“Hm?”

“T-there’s a monster.” Pointing in front of you, you could see the thing staring at you from the end of a long, dark hallway.

“Aw, there is?” Suguru teased, looking at the screen. “We see it now.”

“Oh shit, it’s coming toward me.” Taking a small step back, you quickly ran your character away from it. Chase music sounded for a bit and your skin prickled at almost getting caught.

“Good job, you got away!”

“Mhmm.” Taking a deep breath, you continued on with the game, shouting a few more times at jump scares. Suguru hadn’t spoken in a while, just letting you play the game alone. The silence from him combined with the music from the game set you more on edge, and when a monster appeared, you groaned.

“Shit, shit- Sugu! A monster is chasing me!” This one was faster and much more terrifying than the previous one. Suguru didn’t offer any words of comfort and you almost yelled at him as you were running away. “Sugu, help, help, it’s gonna- ahhhh!”

“Ah!” Suguru and you screamed at the exact same time, but for different reasons. As soon as the monster grabbed you and screamed in your ears, jump scaring you on the screen, Suguru grabbed your sides in real life, making it feel even realer.

“No!” Screaming wildly, you leapt from his hold and fell onto the floor. Scrambling to take the headset off, your breathing was all over the place. “Sugu!” You nearly cried, heart beating far too hard. Suguru was bent over, laughing so hard he was silent.

“S-so-sorry!” He choked out, slapping his knee as he tried to regain his composure.

“You’re the worst!” Silly little tears misted your lashes and you put the headset on the table behind you and crossed your arms childishly. You were shaking from how much you’d been scared, and you could see some of the messages in chat laughing at you, telling everyone they’d clipped the moment to be shared later.

“C’mere.” Tugging on the back of your cardigan, Suguru cooed at you. “Toga, don’t be pouty.”

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Throwing your head back, you let Suguru wrap you in a hug but you didn’t uncross your arms. “Why do I have to play the scary games?”

“Because your reactions are better than mine. I don’t get scared like that.” Putting his head on your chin, he rocked you back and forth. “You did really good too, I bet this might get us a sponsor.”

Flicking him in the forehead, you tried to worm out of his hold but he kept a tight grip on you. You fought the urge to whine, knowing he’d just use it to his advantage.

“Let’s sit down.”

“No.” You tried to keep your feet firmly planted on the floor but Suguru wasn’t having any of it.

“Toga’s being stubborn!” He shouted to the chat. Bending his knees, Suguru dropped his arms to just under your butt and lifted you up.

“Dabi, put me down!” Squirming around was no use, but you knew this kind of reaction was great for the stream. Hitting him lightly on the back, you huffed when you were set down again and pulled into Sugurus lap.

“Look, you got chat all excited with your little act.” Pinching your cheek, Suguru smirked at you. “Hey (Y/N).”

“What?”

“Are you doing anything after the stream?” Grabbing your chin, he pushed your lips together, making you pucker a little. Staring at you for a beat, he let you go and laughed, sticking his tongue out at the camera. “I know you all are so jealous.”

“You shouldn’t be.” You quipped, grinning and laughing when he pinched your sides.

“Oh, they shouldn’t be? What about now?” Clearing his throat, Suguru put his mouth against his microphone and breathed lowly. “Thank you to all the bastards watching my stream, you’re so special to me. And a big thank you to my most recent sub, glitterkitty303, you’re the best baby.” His voice had dropped impossibly low, a voice he saved to fluster the hell out of you and get a few more bigger donations.

Breaking out into a smirk, he watched the chat roll by impossibly fast, all of the comments going insane, asking Suguru to say their username next and begging with donations for him to say something, anything, in that voice.

“How was that?” He asked you, looking at your flustered face on the screen. “How cute, you’re hiding your face.”

“Play the next game already.” Pushing his shoulder, you squeaked when he cupped the back of your head and leaned toward your ear.

“Chat, I want you to guess what I’m saying to (Y/N).” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru couldn’t hold back a little laugh at some of the messages coming in. “After this stream, let’s order pizza.” He whispered quietly, pulling back and patting your head. “Alright?”

“Alright.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how embarrassed you still were.

“Good girl.” Rubbing your back, Suguru motioned off screen to another chair he had. “If you want, you can play the next game with me, we’re playing some Mario games next.”

After setting up for the next game and taking a short bathroom break, you were ready. The first game was mario kart, one you loved to play with Suguru because it meant nothing scary was going to happen.

“Ah shit, (Y/N) beat me again!” After doing four races and losing horribly on purpose, Suguru shook his head. “Alright guys, that’s it, my career is over. (Y/N) is taking over the channel!”

“Yay me.” You laughed, waving at the camera. “Hi guys, I don’t stream, so consider this channel dead.”

“Oof, so harsh.” Suguru gripped his chest, leaning back dramatically in agony.

After a few more rounds of mario kart and a couple other Nintendo games, you were finally allowed to leave with a cute wave to the camera and another round of thanking everyone. You were sweating bullets from the lights pointed at you and it felt good to finally be out of the room.

A few hours later, Suguru finished his stream and came to find you. He was obviously tired, stating that the two of you would just have to take the pictures before the next stream tomorrow. He often wore his costumes for at least a week, milking the reactions for all that he could.

“I never thought I’d see Dabi eating a pizza so savagely.” You chuckled. Suguru had demanded to order pizza before he washed off the makeup, he was too hungry to wait, and as soon as it had arrived he grabbed one of the boxes for himself and sat himself on the couch.

“Villainy is hungry work.” He grunted before shoving nearly a whole piece in his mouth. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a quick photo of him for your personal records and maybe a behind the scenes post for his Instagram.

You were still in your costume as well, prepared to take photos but now too lazy to change until after you ate. Suguru kept looking at you and grinning, taking quick glances at your legs before looking away.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

“You’re just so cute dressed as Toga! And a couple people donated and asked if we would start an only fans. Seems I’m not the only one who likes the costume.”

“We are not making an only fans!” You laughed, shaking your head vehemently.

“Alright but can we take a few pictures not for Instagram?” He asked, sending you a wink. “I keep getting hard thinking about it.” He was completely serious but seeing your face contort in your embarrassment made him laugh.

“Maybe I should make an only fans and start charging you for pictures.” You teased back, nudging his shoulder. Suguru sneaked a kiss on your cheek and squeezed your thigh.

“You already know where my bank card is, go right ahead.” Keeping himself close to you, Suguru squeezed your thigh again. “Do you need a photographer, ‘cause I might know a guy…”

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ex-vengeancedemon · 3 years ago

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Averting Disasters and Other Ways to Avoid Your Problems

Chapter 6

Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Mentions of things that occurred in Angel: The Series season 5.

Main Pairing: Buffy x Spike

Characters: Buffy, Spike, Giles, Willow, Xander, Andrew, Faith, Dawn

Summary: Set in 2008, five years after Spike’s resurrection at Wolfram & Hart. Buffy is living in Cleveland guarding the hellmouth. Spike has left Angel and company and is hiding out in Chicago. The Scoobies are scattered. When something starts going wrong with the slayers around the world, it’s time to get the gang back together.

Masterlist & Chapter 1

Chapter 6

Buffy blinked. What else was she supposed to do?

In front of her was Faith, still bristling at Spike like he was some kind of hell-spawn. And to her left was Spike, who looked just as he had the last time she’d seen him, not dusty at all. Maybe Faith was misremembering things, like she was.

Then a thought struck her. A nauseating, bone-chilling thought. What if this was The First after all? What if this wasn't Spike? What if this was all some sort of sick game? All that talk about having won the battle lies?

Buffy took a few steps away from Spike, who now looked thoroughly distressed, and moved to stand next to Faith. Buffy stood on the balls of her feet in a holding position, ready to spring at a moment's notice. In whichever direction that springing might need to occur.

"Now hold on," the thing that looked like Spike said, holding up its hands in surrender. "There's an explanation for all that."

He sounded so much like Spike, and Buffy hesitated.

Wait. He couldn't be The First. Her racing brain was finally gaining some clarity. She had touched him. He was solid. The First couldn't feel. So... what was going on?

"Nah, I don't think so," Faith growled, her stake at the ready. "And I'm thinking ‘stake first, ask questions later’ sounds like a pretty solid motto right about now."

The three stood in a tense standoff. Spike still hadn't moved, his hands held up in an non-threatening manner. But Buffy knew it wouldn't stay motionless for long. And she was freezing. God, she was really freezing.

"Look I-" he started, before cutting off abruptly. He shook his head, glancing down at the ground. When he looked back up he snapped his hands down and scowled. He ignored Faith completely, despite the fact that she had a weapon aimed directly at his heart, instead focusing on Buffy. "No. Know what? You're right. I don't have an explanation. All I've got are some bleedin' excuses, 'cause I'm not a better man, Buffy. You were wrong."

Faith was unimpressed by the declaration and lunged again. But Buffy broke through her stupor in time to stop the other woman once more as Spike flinched away from the attempted death blow. Right now wasn’t the time to stake first and ask questions later. Right now was the time to ask questions first, come up with a plan, and then stake later... if necessary. Because right now, all Buffy had to work with was Faith’s story, Spike’s story, and her own.

"Don't," Buffy told her counterpart numbly. "Just... don't."

Faith balked, about to retaliate, but one look from Buffy and she backed down. "Yeah. Alright, B. Whatever you say."

In a daze, Buffy moved back to the living room window, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured calf, and pulled the curtain aside a couple inches. It was dark out now. That middle of the night darkness; the kind you could drown in if you weren’t careful. And she could feel her head slipping under. If she couldn't fight The First, who was she supposed to be fighting? Nothing was familiar here. Nothing made sense. And she couldn’t fight herself.

Spike and Faith followed her tentatively into the living room. It was almost funny. Spike had died and Faith was in just as much trouble as she was, and yet all the two of them seemed to be able to do was shuffle their feet and worry about her. She didn’t need their worry. She needed answers.

"Could you give us a minute, Faith," Buffy asked without looking at them.

Faith hesitated, then said, "Yeah. Sure. I'll just... be in the kitchen."

She retreated to the other room, leaving Spike and Buffy alone again.

Buffy no longer had any doubt this was Spike. He knew the particulars of their conversations. How she had told him he could be a better man. And he was solid, not some ghost or manifestation of The First. Finally, she turned to face him. He looked... scared. It was a look she had seen on him more often lately - no, not lately - but only when it concerned her welfare. To his own, he was indifferent.

"Do you remember asking me if I was there with you?" she asked flatly. "That night."

"'Course," he replied, looking down at the ground.

"You asked me what that meant," Buffy continued, her voice quiet. "What did it mean?"

His head snapped up, his brows knit together in confusion. "What?"

"What did it mean?" she repeated.

"Not sure I follow."

She walked up to stand in front of him, searching his face for answers his tongue seemed to trip over. "You're lying."

"You heard trigger-happy over there," he replied, jerking his head toward the kitchen. His voice sounded nonchalant and almost derisive. But he wouldn't look her in the eyes. "Went out with a bang. Fittin' innit?"

Before she could stop herself, she slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side and he rubbed at his jaw, but he didn't reprimand her or fight back. He didn't even ask why.

She thought she would have time. There was supposed to be more time. After. Time to work out what it meant. And now he was telling her she wouldn't have a say in the matter because he wouldn't be there to find out. That last night, the one she didn't remember, that would be his last night. No more chances, no more apologies, no more redos, no more anything. And he was being glib about it.

But no. It wouldn't be his last night, because he was here, standing in front of her. Why was everything so damn confusing?

"How are you here? How- how did it happen?" she demanded, the words coming out in a jumbled rush. "What is going on?"

She dropped onto the couch, holding her head in her hands. Just hoping to block it all out. This had to be some kind of nightmare.

He sat down beside her, moving to take her hand, and she immediately jumped up. "Stay away from me! Just- stop!" She paced off toward the window again. "What happened? Explain. Right now. Or I'm letting Faith do this her way."

"Likin' that plan!" Faith called from the kitchen.

Buffy grimaced. She wasn't thrilled to have an audience. But she needed to know.

Spike appeared to collect his thoughts, his face cycling through a range of emotions, few of which Buffy could place.

Finally, he spoke. "Happened like I said. You and the pack of newbie slayers fought off a hoard of beasties down beneath the high school." He paused. Why wouldn't he look at her? "Just left a few things out is all." He shrugged, eliciting another wave of anger from her. "That amulet? The sparkly rock lover boy gave you? Turned me into a regular atom bomb. Front row seat to the razin’ of Sunnyhell."

She fought back the nausea that threatened to overcome her. Oh god. Oh god. She killed him. She had become his judge, jury, and executioner. She didn't know. She couldn't have known. But was that the truth? Couldn't she have suspected? You never get something for nothing.

Angel had said the amulet was dangerous, that they didn’t know the risks. Using it would’ve been like testing the world’s first airplane by jumping it from Mt. Everest.

Maybe you knew, a little voice in her head whispered wickedly. Maybe you just didn’t care.

"But... how?" she asked weakly.

He huffed as he stood up, immediately beginning an agitated pacing back and forth. "What do you want to know? Huh? Wanna hear all the grisly details?” He scowled at her bitterly. “I put the trinket on. It lit up all bright-like. Blasted through the bad guys, fucked up whatever supports were holdin' that damnable place together. The ceiling started crashin' down. Then, poof, dust. Don’t remember much after that."

***

Spike regretted the words almost as soon as they had left his mouth. Or maybe he didn't regret the words exactly, just how he had chosen to say them. He had no right to be angry with her for asking, another notch on the bedpost of things he had no right to. Fuck, why'd she have to look at him like that?

This wasn't how he'd wanted seeing her again to go.

Alright, so he hadn't known exactly how he had wanted seeing her again to go, but he knew it wasn't this. A selfish part of him had hoped she might look at least a little happy to see him alive - undead anyway - again. Instead, Buffy looked downright mortified. And he watched in real time as that horror turned to pain turned to anger.

"What is wrong with you?" she snapped.

What the bloody hell was wrong with him? Here she was, clearly fightin' off some devil or another of her own, meanwhile here he was, sneering about the decimation of her home and his own death. Words felt like acid on his tongue. They got so jumbled together and warped beyond recognition, scarring and burning on their way out. He meant to say one thing and, by the time the air reached his lips, a completely different sentence had materialized.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

It was like putting duct tape on a dam and hoping the thing wouldn't blow.

Only she didn't blow.

"Get out," she hissed, her voice hard.

"Buffy-"

"Leave, Spike," she reiterated, maintaining the same coolness. "Faith and I will be fine. Willow, Xander, and Giles are on the case. They'll figure it out. We don't need your help. I don't need your help."

If she noticed him flinch, she didn't let on.

"Go home. Back to LA or whatever hole you crawled out of," she continued. "Just... leave. It's what you're good at."

If he had breath, she would've stolen it. It felt like she had just kicked him in the gut and spat on him for good measure. He felt his own hurt turn to anger.

"You can't seriously be blamin' me for dustin'!" he retorted. "We don't exactly get to pick 'n choose our time, love!'

She didn't respond to that. Instead, she crossed her arms, refusing to look at him.

Spike wasn't sure how long they stood there at an impasse. Neither of them seemed willing to break the silence. But at least she wasn't telling him to leave again.

He didn't even notice when Faith re-entered the living room. She moved with a cat-like grace and he was lost in his own world of reeling thoughts, trying desperately to remind himself of the real reason he was supposed to be here in the first place.

When Buffy looked up again, her gaze passed right through him without really seeing him, like the ghost he was. He didn't think this could possibly be going any worse.

He was wrong, of course.

He realized that the second the sword seared its way through his back. He felt the biting metal grind against his spine, watched as the blade extruded from his abdomen in front of him. He wanted to crumple to the ground, but the sword in his gut forced him to remain on his feet. He understood then - too late as usual - that Buffy hadn't been looking through him. She had been looking behind him. At Faith.

He felt a pressure against his back above where his heart rested. There was no doubt in his mind that it was a stake. So this would be the end. For real this time. No miraculous resurrection. It was poetic really. Buffy would get to watch him die again. It'd even be about the same time for her as he'd died the last time. Fitting. Karmic. The fates righting the wrongs and all that.

But hell, why'd it always have to hurt?

This time when Buffy looked at him, there was no pride. There was only fear and panic. There would be no consolation "I love you's" or grand gestures. There would just be... His face paled. Oh god, he wished there would just be nothing. He wasn't ready. He needed to-

"Faith, what are you doing?" Buffy asked, holding up a hand to the slayer Spike couldn't see.

He couldn't see her, but he could feel the stake dig harder into his back, feel her breath behind him, hear her blood race. His vision was starting to blur around the edges and he groaned in pain as his knees threatened to give out, causing the sword to bite harder into his flesh. He felt the blood enter one of his punctured lungs, creating a sickly sound as he gasped like a fish on a hook.

"Put the stake down," Buffy ordered, her voice struggling to stay calm. "It's only Spike. You don't need to hurt him."

"No," Faith growled. "It's not a person, it's a demon. What the hell is your problem? We're slayers. We kill vampires. We don't socialize with them!"

Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You know Spike. He has a soul."

"So?" Faith snapped. "He's not human, B. He's a vampire. A killer."

When Buffy didn't immediately agree, Faith dug her boot into Spike's back and kicked him off the sword onto the ground. He heard the metal grate against his spine on the way out and he bit back a scream, his teeth slamming together. It felt like his insides had started on fire, leaking gasoline and petrol. He struggled to his hands and knees only to have the hard heel of the boot slam him back down, sending blinding flashes of white light flitting through his vision. His eyes made out a small pool of blood sitting next to his mouth and he felt momentary guilt at having ruined the carpet.

"What kind of slayer are you?" Faith snapped at Buffy. "This is our duty, our responsibility! You would let him, what, just walk away?!"

"He's not a threat to anyone," Buffy replied.

Spike struggled to maintain consciousness through their conversation. He could no longer see them with his face pressed to the floor and his vision hazy, all he could do was listen as they argued over his fate.

In the land of gods and monsters… What was the difference really? The gods decided the monsters’ fates, of course.

"Faith this isn't you!" Buffy insisted.

Faith scoffed. "I'm exactly what I'm supposed to be. I'm doing exactly what I was meant to do. What are you, B? Cause, right now? You sure as hell aren't a slayer."

"I'm your friend. And I'm asking you not to do this." Buffy's voice had taken on a pleading tone.

How many times had she had to ask someone to spare his miserable ass? Once was already too many, but never seemed to be enough.

"If you're a friend of mine, you'll stake him. If not, then you're no friend of mine. What's it gonna be?"

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #btvs fanfiction #spuffy fanfiction #spuffy #buffy x spike #averting disasters and other ways to avoid your problems #chapter 6

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survey--s · 3 years ago

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110.

How would you describe yourself in one positive word? Hard-working.

Iced tea or iced coffee? Generally I prefer iced coffee, but iced tea is fine too if it’s not too sweet.

Do you like decorating your house for the holidays? Not really - we have cats who like to knock everything over and pull decorations down so generally I don’t really bother.

What did you do on your latest birthday? I worked, but my mum joined me so I had company, and then we went out for lunch afterwards. When I got home, I opened my gifts and had a shower, and then just chilled out at home all day.

How often do you go on vacation? I take time off work 4-5 times a year for a week or two, but we only tend to go away once. We live somewhere that’s a holiday destination so we tend to do more day trips from our doorstep as it’s a) cheaper and b) nicer to come home and sleep in your own bed, lol.

Do you get along with your family? I get along with my mum and her side of the family, but my dad and I really aren’t close at all. I do speak to two of his sisters, though.

Would you ever dye your hair pink for charity? Yeah, absolutely. I mean, I’ve dyed my hair for any reason too.

What's your perfect pizza? Stonebake/Italian style base, tomato sauce, sundried tomatoes, mozzarella, basil and pesto.

Favorite dog breed? Beagles, cocker spaniels and sarloos wolfdogs.

What brand of make up do you use? (if you wear it) Whatever brand I find that’s nice and has nice colours or whatever.

Are you currently waiting for/on anything? Nope, not at the moment.

What is your favorite way to pass time? Watch TV or YouTube, play games, read, do surveys, mess about on Reddit or Mumsnet.

What is your favorite not-so-famous band/artist? Andrew McMahon, Laura Marling.

Do you have any pictures or posters on your bedroom wall? We have a couple of prints up, but no posters or anything like that.

Have you ever been stuck in an elevator? Nope.

Are you a morning person? Yeah, I love mornings as long as I’ve had enough sleep and have no need to rush about like a mad thing. I always get up a bit earlier than necessary so that I have plenty of time.

What is the most embarrassing thing you have done? I have no idea, plenty I’m sure, lol.

What is your most dreaded chore? Hmm, I hate emptying the bins - especially in the summer months.

What is the current temperature where you live? Probably around 2 degrees.

Can you walk in heels? I can, but I find it really painful so I don’t.

Do you like to go to the movies or do you prefer to rent movies? I prefer watching them at home as at least that way you can pause it, talk, get snacks, use the loo etc. without having to miss anything. Plus if it’s boring you can do something else at the same time, hah.

Do you still watch Disney movies? Definitely. You’re never too old for a good Disney movie.

Do you ever wear hats/beanies? Only when it’s really cold in the winter months.

What was the happiest moment of your life so far? Getting married, getting our dog.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Nowhere near enough. Archie decided 3am was the time to get up and dick about and once I was awake, I really struggled to get back to sleep again.

What's your favorite app? The only ones I really use are Facebook, various gaming apps and Reddit.

Something that annoys you about your family? We all live way too far apart.

Would you rather time travel into the past or future? The future, I think.

Do you get scared easily? I jump easily but I’m not scared by horror movies or murder mysteries or anything like that.

Do you want any tattoos? I have one and I’d get more if I found designs and artists I like.

What is your favorite thing about yourself? I’m good with animals.

What was the last song you listened to? I can’t remember - whatever was playing in the car on my way home from work, I suppose.

What is your favorite meal? Rare steak with garlic butter, skinny fries, onion rings and mushrooms.

Would you ever dye your hair blue? Maybe.

What is the saddest song you've ever heard? She Thinks His Name Was John or Tears in Heaven.

What's the best present you've received? Loads over the years, I couldn’t pick out anything specific.

What insect do you hate the most? Cockroaches.

How are you feeling right now? Tired, but otherwise pretty okay, surprisingly enough.

What is your favorite snack? It depends on my mood, but normally something savoury.

Do you have any freckles? No.

What is the weirdest dream you've ever had? I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that wasn’t weird, lol.

Donuts or muffins? Donuts overall, but I love a blueberry muffin.

How many languages can you speak? English fluently, but my French is pretty decent too.

Do you ever make new years resolutions? I haven’t since I was about fourteen or so.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I really don’t think about the future all that much.

Do you believe in life after death? No. It’s a nice idea, but just wishful thinking IMO.

If you were a color from the rainbow, what would you be, and why? Indigo because, well, why not?

Do you ever read magazines? Not anymore, no.

Do you like Chinese food? I love Chinese food but we never order it all that often.

What is the first letter of your middle name? C.

Are you afraid of snakes? No, but that’s easy to say when I live in a country with no dangerous snakes, lol. I imagine I’d be terrified if I came across one in the wild somewhere, though.

Do you ever watch YouTube videos? Sure, I watch stuff on YouTube pretty much every single day.

Who is your OTP? (one true pairing, a couple you really like together) Rose and The Doctor.

Would you ever have a wild animal as a pet if possible? If I had all the space, knowledge and expertise, sure. I mean, I don’t see it as much different to a zoo or sanctuary if you’re doing it all properly.

What's something that has made you smile today? Charlie’s reaction when he saw I was coming to pick him up, hahah. He’s always SO happy and excited when I collect him for his walks.

#survey #surveys #questions

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xxbakacoconutxx · 5 years ago

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So here’s a nice little interview with Tobias where he talks about Copia, changing characters, the three times Papa III fell, a common nightmare, horror movies with his kids and horror movies in general. The volume is pretty low, so I’ve typed everything out below the read more!

Nudge: This is Nudge on the bus here with Tobias Forge. It is an honor to be here, sir. Thank you for creating an entire universe with your music.

Tobias: Thank you for enjoying it. [laughs]

Nudge: I’ve enjoyed it from the very start. Now, I wanna start out in the – Cardinal Copia… Your backstory with him, he won the most employee of the month awards from Papa Nihil. What kind of crazy stuff did he have to do for that?

Tobias: Uhhm…. For my well-being, I’m actually quite happy that I don’t know.

[Someone in the background laughs]

Tobias: I don’t want to think about whatever chores there are within the ministry that adds up to employee of the month. I don’t know exactly.

Nudge: You don’t know? But that’s alright.

[Someone in the background says “but I’m sure it’s hard work”]

Nudge: Speaking of hard, when you transition to another singer with Ghost, is it hard to say goodbye to that particular character? That front man?

Tobias: Uhm… I usually feel a bit ambivalent about that segment of… you know it’s always enthusias- like I’m always enthusiastic about making a new record, and also very very pumped about having a new release as much as any artist, I guess, and from a creative point of view, it’s always refreshing. And it’s exciting, but that bit is definitely putting a limiter on that excitement, unfortunately. But I’ve learned over the years, of doing it a couple times, that it’s just part of the program and uh….yeah. [laughs]

Nudge: Now Cardinal Copia is sticking around for a second album. At one point, he was called an imposter. Do you still feel he’s an imposter, or has he proved himself?

Tobias: I think he’s fine, I mean I think he’s cool. I would love- like also from the previous questions asked- to do it that way. [laughs] Because then that means you don’t have to change that much. But still, it’s like, also like reconfiguring the look of the band is also like a…it’s a hard thing to um… Imagine if your … it’s almost to the point where - if you’ve had a long, big beard and long hair for a long time and all of a sudden you shave everything off, it takes time to sort of like adjust to that because you have, you know, this picture in your head of what you’re doing and… but throughout all these years of doing Ghost it is a sort of a schizophrenic experience just because you are so distant. Me, personally, my own vision of myself does not correlate with what I see on a picture of us playing last night. It’s like this completely different being. So, adding to that is like when you’ve done the first few shows of a tour cycle and with a new costume and with the new look of the band it always feels a little bit like “ok, so this is what we are now?” [laughs] You know, it’s always a little strange.

Nudge: With new costumes, it’s been rumored that Cardinal Copia is still working hard at becoming a Papa. Are you excited for that movement? And getting promoted?

Tobias: Um, potentially yeah. Yeah, yeah I’m very curious to see where we’re going as well.

Nudge: what does he have to do to get promoted?

Tobias: [in a funny voice] oh, meters and meters of – [regular voice] no! [laughs] Uh, I dunno. Hard work and… that’s what it is. Hard work, and don’t fuck up.

[Someone laughs in the background]

Nudge: Has he fucked up in your opinion? On these last legs of the tour?

Tobias: No, I mean, I mean even compared to his brother in the past… uhm, no his brother- that was the previous guy… uh [laughs nervously] compared to the previous dudes, Cardi has not - so far - fallen off stage, which is a good thing.

[Someone is the background says “Oh I remember that video. Did that hurt?”]

Tobias: I-I wouldn’t know!

Nudge: He didn’t complain?

Tobias: He felt - like, Papa III fell three times. Three times was… like- hard. Like I remember there was one time at a festival in LA and that wasn’t very- it wasn’t involved with pain, but it was one of those where the air almost like [makes a coughing/wheezing noise]. And uh, the one on the Iron Maiden show where he fell into a hole on stage- or technically it was in between the two sort of thrusts – that could have ended very badly. Because it was a jack in the leg and would have been a jack in the back of the head hadn’t it been for the extra padding. So that could’ve ended very, very badly. And what else was it…?

Nudge: It was impressive that he went on and didn’t miss a beat after he got back up.

Tobias: Right, well we were lucky because we were doing it in between Mummy Dust and Monstrance Clock so there was the speech thing in between and had it been like just a dry start into the next song it would have been probably not doable. I had sit down and I was sitting on the edge of the stage just like “my god”, just feeling - like touching my leg and it was all numb and I could feel that it was all messed up underneath and it was bloody, and… and um, you know when you injure yourself sometimes you feel so nauseous? [Person in background says “yeah”] You’re about to- you know I was almost hurling like [makes pained noise] and you feel all shook up.

And the third time was in Leeds, of all places. We have these ego risers, which is basically just a box on stage - on the edge of the stage - with a little bit of grating on and then underneath you have like pyro and things that sort of- lights and stuff. But you can jump up on it, and we do that all the time, and this was a night like any other so we do that little bounce and you land with two feet on that box. But one foot was outside the box, so I just went like, almost head first down into the pit. And I sort of landed on all fours, sort of like a cat like [makes a “kch” sound] but I sort of hit my head on the mojo fence. Because you know, the barrier has like one um, sort like leg that it’s resting... um what do you call it… angular to sort of support the crowd. So, landing on all fours like that, but then hit my head right on the, on that little leg there.

Nudge: Speaking of horror stories, is there any mask horror stories? I find it impressive that performers wear a mask and go through all that. Is there one where it almost fell off or you lost it?

Tobias: oh, I thought you said whores- [laughs] no, no. Um, horror stories… well, I mean the most terrifying things that I usually dream about, which is a nightmare – which I know several others in the band also have, and I think it comes sort of with the fact that, I think most entertainers that are due to stand on stage at a certain time and prepare to do something dream this, it’s like – every now and then I dream that we’re sort of circling up before the show and we’re like “alright, go!” and everybody runs up to their positions and then you notice that you’re standing there in your civil clothing like “…no!” [laughs] uhm, but other than that, like…. Yeah, sneezing in it is not very cool.

[Someone in the background laughs]

Tobias: I’ve done that a couple times.

Nudge: [laughs] It’s trapped in it

Tobias: Yeah, yeah.

Nudge: Let’s go to the family side of you. You don’t get a lot of time at home, so I’d like to know: when you’re home what kind of family fun activities do you enjoy?

Tobias: One thing that I enjoy now which I’ve been waiting for, for years- I’ve always been, I mean, I come from a very liberal home, we’ve always been very… you know, my mom was very…allowing? And I had an older brother so I saw a lot of things that I maybe shouldn’t have seen. And many, many, many nights… mom sleeping on the couch and I’m seeing late night films with her sort of just sleeping next to me. And that could’ve been anything, like Scarface, Alien, you name it. Like all those things, when I was like 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Um, Shining. So my relationship to a lot of these films are very, very- I connect it with my childhood, like I connect it with so many nostalgic things… And I guess I was a little quick sometimes with my kids, like “Yeah, Temple of Doom, sure” like, and it-

[Someone in the background says “yeah, see a heart get ripped out!”]

Tobias: Yeah, and basically that scene was just like… caused like, a negative effect and like… “What’s…? This is like a matinee Lucas/Spielberg film…?”

[Someone in the background says “Rated PG!”]

Tobias: Yeah, yeah, like, totally fine! But now they’re 10 and my son has been - started to show real interest in horror films. He’s like really into Chucky and Child’s Play and you know, he wants to see Friday the 13th and like, “I’m game!”

[Someone in the background says “Oh yeah!”]

Nudge: you have to take him to see the new Child’s Play movie that’s coming out.

Tobias: Yeah that’s the one that we haven’t seen.

[Someone in the background “It’s coming out in a few months I think. There’s a new trailer for it.”]

Tobias: Yeah, I hope it’s as humoristic as the other ones. But most films that’re being remade, they have a tendency to completely not be charming anymore and they’re just like filled with jump-scares and it’s just horrible from first to last second. And that’s not really cool. I mean, all the horror films that I love are sort of very well balanced where there are segments of just transportation. So they’re just, you know there’s just better pacing in the old film.

Nudge: Alright, final question: what is your favorite horror film? Or a couple?

Tobias: My favorite ones… if I’m just going for like, for pure quality, it’s definitely the big cinematic releases like Jaws, Silence of the Lambs, Shining, Omen, The Exorcist, like the real films done by directors who don’t normally do horror films because that tends to get better that way. But on the other hand, I’m a big fan - from an entertainment point of view - of the more specialized like, genre directors. But those films have a lot of other qualities. It’s not techn- they’re not necessarily like, the best films.

[Someone in the background says “Mmhmm, like B movies”]

Tobias: Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah. That I really enjoy. Um, but yeah I mean I like a lot of the Italian like- old- like Fulci, like stuff like that. And not throwing him under the bus in any way, I think a lot of his films are fantastic, but they do not compare to Kubrick. It’s like a completely different level. So I sort of differentiate between like, here you have the “A grade”, big cinematic, fuckin box office success films, and then you have all of the cult films. They’re sort of two different things. And a lot of the things I grew up watching as well, that I have like a very fond memory of seeing, that I used to obsess about when I was a kid as well, like Friday the 13th and Texas Chainsaw Massacre is obviously – obviously that’s, even though it’s not a huge budget film, that is obviously very good. I think Terror - we say Terror in Sweden because it’s called Terror on Elm Street - but Nightmare on Elm Street, the whole Freddie series – especially the first four… three…. four films - I’d say is really cool. Every time I’m in LA I always swing by that, the house that’s on Genesee Street just because it’s like “there it is!”

[Someone in the background chuckles]

Nudge: Well I appreciate the time, man. Thank you so much for what you do. I appreciate it, and have a good show tonight.

#Tobias Forge #Cardinal Copia #Ghost #The Band Ghost

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blushie14 · 4 years ago

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Scaredy Cats [Skephalo]

So, this will be interesting, heh. The two are gonna watch a horror film in this one. I basically summarized/created the "horror film" in this story -w-. Heads up, there will be small mentions of gore during the "film." I swear after that it's not that bad. o-o (Or is it? I honestly don't know. Enjoy :P)

"...No."

"Aw, come on!" Zak whined.

"No! I'm not doing this! I refuse!"

The two of them have been bickering about this for more than a few minutes now. It all started when Darryl visited Zak for today. It was a long, but fun day.

They did a lot of random things together. They played a few games, including a bit of Minecraft. They challenged each other to do dumb things, even placing bets. They also decided to cook something together, which started off serious until... let's just say that a lot of food has been wasted today.

Time flew by, and the both of them didn't realize it was already dark out. Zak really enjoyed the other's company and didn't want him to leave. In fact, he asked him if he wanted to stay and have a movie night.

Now, Darryl definitely has no problem with watching a movie with Zak. He also had no problem with staying over (Zak kept insisting). The real problem was that Zak chose a horror film. A horror film!

"But Darryllllll!" Zak continued to protest.

"No buts!" Darryl started to whine. "You know how much I hate scary things!"

"Oh come on!" Zak put on a frown, starting to fake cry. "Do you not wanna watch a movie with me?"

Zak of course got him wrapped around his finger. Darryl stuttered and tried to reason with him. "I- No! Look I-I want to watch a movie with you! Can you please pick something else?"

"But.. I wanna watch this one.." Zak held the movie case with the creepy looking cover in front of him, looking at Darryl with pleading eyes. A few seconds of silence passed before Darryl gave in.

"Okay, we can watch this one." Zak perked up and started to prepare everything while Darryl was already feeling uncertain about this. "Do you promise that this movie isn't that horrifying?"

Zak raised an eyebrow as he started to microwave some popcorn. "Hmm, I don't know. I haven't watched it yet."

"You what?!" Darryl's eyes widened. His uncertainty was starting to turn into full on regret. He sat on the couch putting his hands on his face, and groaned.

"Oh my goodness, this is such a bad idea.." He heard low rumbling thunder outside and let out wince. "Did we have to watch this during a dark and stormy night?!"

Zak put the popcorn and some other snacks on the table. "Yes! This makes it so much better!"

"That doesn't make it better! This makes it even worse!"

"Darryl, it's not even raining that hard yet. Come on, I bet that the movie isn't going to be that scary! This is gonna be so much fun!" He smiled as he finished setting everything up, and sat next to Darryl. "Now do you wanna watch the movie or not?"

Darryl pouted, being a little indecisive. He wouldn't want to, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad watching it with Zak. It might be a little fun.. He sighed. "Fine... but we're keeping the lights on!"

Zak giggled at him. "You're no fun."

Darryl immediately got defensive. "Hey! I'm just saying that.. that much darkness isn't.. healthy."

"Okay, how about this? I turn off the living room lights, but I'll get one small lamp so that we won't be completely surrounded in darkness."

He paused a moment before sighing again. He nodded. "I guess that's good enough."

As it was lightly starting to drizzle outside, the two boys got themselves comfortable. There was a small desk lamp set up on the floor, dimly lighting up the living room. The movie started, opening with eerie yet depressing piano music.

The overall mood of it all started off as depressing. As the title sequence started, a single car was driving down a long road. While listing the cast and production members, a family is seen in the car. The family consists of a single father and two teenage daughters. None of them were smiling.

Zak glanced at Darryl for a moment and then completely turned to look at him and groaned. "Dude, seriously?! Stop trying to hide!"

Darryl had his face planted on a small pillow from the couch. He didn't budge as his muffled voice spoke up. "You didn't say I couldn't hide my face."

"The movie hasn't even-!" He stopped, facepalming in disbelief. "Don't hurt my brain! We've literally just started! When has something scary ever happened right at the start?!"

Darryl looked up, slightly embarrassed as his voice got a tad higher in response. "I- I don't know! You never know, okay?!" He squishes the pillow tighter, nervous laughter pouring out. "I don't like this at all Zak."

Zak lightly giggled and scooted closer to him. "Come on, we got this. We are not gonna be scared because of some stupid movie, okay? We are ducks, not chickens."

Darryl couldn't help but smile a tiny bit, becoming a little more relaxed. "You're the duck, you muffin top."

- .

It turns out the story started off a bit more melancholic as the two of them expected. The family moved into a new house because of their mother mysteriously disappearing. The father wasn't able to support the family and the house on his own.

Admittedly, Darryl did get drawn into the lore. The two sisters were comforting each other, obviously distraught over their situation and were nearly convinced that their mother was dead. They were looking for ways to either find her, or communicate with her.

Darryl was distracted when they took out many creepy looking books to help them, which gave Zak the opportunity to scare him. He slowly and quietly leaned into Darryl's ear, and blew.

"WHAT THE MUFFIN!?" Darryl screamed and spazzed out as the sudden gust of air sent tingles down his spine. He looked at Zak laughing his head off. Fear quickly turned into anger.

"YOU LITTLE-" He let out incoherent noises, lightly slapping Zak's arm a tiny bit. "DON'T. DO THAT!"

Zak took deep breaths as he calmed down from his laughter, still giggling a bit. "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"

Darryl pouted in order to keep a smile from creeping up to his face. He huffed and turned to look at the screen, crossing his arms. "No! That wasn't funny!"

Zak snickered as he hugged Darryl's arm. "It was kind of funny!" Darryl felt his cheeks heat up as a small smile eventually appeared on his face. He couldn't stay mad at him for long.

- . .

Things were now starting to get eerie. After the girls performed a ritual they found in one of their books in hopes to bring their mother back, they went to bed and woke up to find that their mother came back.

The two girls and their father were so happy that she came back, but the two boys who were watching felt that something wasn't right. She was overjoyed when she greeted them, but acted like she wasn't even gone for a couple months.

In fact, she was aggressively dismissive about it. It was unsettling to say the least. "All that matters is that I'm here now... right?" The father was really worried about this, but the two daughters figured that their mother's behavior was a side effect from the ritual they performed.

A little later in the movie, one of the sisters began to hear a strange voice. It was coming from her mother's door. Whatever that voice was, it was very deep, menacing, and didn't sound like it belonged to a person. Suspenseful music started to play as the girl slowly reached for the door knob as the voice became louder.

Darryl felt Zak shrink into his seat as both of them were practically preparing for a jump scare. Zak groaned. "You think that if anyone heard noises like that they would just run out of the house, right!?"

The door opened and the music stopped as the girl sees nothing. Zak stared intensely at the screen, and Darryl took the opportunity to spook him back. His hands quickly touched his shoulder and let out a small scream.

"jESUS Christ!" Zak jumped, and put a hand to his face before laughing a little. "You're not funny, Darryl!" Darryl only let out squeaky giggles in response, both of them looking back at the screen.

The timing couldn't get any better as a disfigured looking face resembling her mother popped up in front of her, letting out an ear piercing shriek.

Darryl let out a startled shriek, suddenly clinging onto to the smaller boy. Zak did the same, wrapping his arms around Darryl as he screamed as well. The girl sat up from her bed and screamed until she realized that it was a nightmare.

"OH MY GOD!" Zak shrieked out, letting go of Darryl. "WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!" Darryl still had his arms around Zak, and wrapped him into a closer hug. He sat in silence for a moment until his quivering voice spoke up

"Oh my goodness. I'm just gonna... keep you like this for a while, o-okay?" Zak felt a warm blush appearing on his face and smiled, saying a soft "okay.." He hugged his scared muffin in return, both of them feeling a little calmer.

- . . .

Zak was on the edge of his seat while Darryl was wrapped like a burrito in blankets. They were near the end as everything was going horrifically wrong. The two sisters were desperately trying to escape the house as they figured out that their mother was a demon in disguise.

"YOU IDIOT DON'T JUST STAND THERE! RUN!" Zak shouted, as one of the girls started to cry in front of the twisted looking version of her mom. The movie switched into the girl's perspective. She was looking at the creature's hand, holding her father's decapitated head.

The tall demon screeched as she quickly scurried towards the girl, bones crunching with every movement she made. Her long neck twisted around as she gave a sinister grin and kept crawling. "HOLY SHIT!" Zak shrieked out as Darryl stares in horror, too terrified to call out on the other's language.

The movie switched into third person again as the demon's long and sharp fingers grabbed onto the girl's face, dangerously close to her eyes. Darryl quickly pulled the blankets over his face. He couldn't look.

He didn't dare look up as he heard the girl's bloodcurdling scream along with a sickening crunch, with a squelch. Zak on the other hand, was so shocked that couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He didn't say a word as he hugged Darryl, reminding them both that this wasn't real.

- . . . =

The movie ended with one of the girls escaping, and the credits rolled. "Oh my goodness.. it's finally over." Darryl let out a sigh of relief while Zak nervously laughed to lighten up the mood. "This movie wasn't ...that bad."

Darryl poked his head out of the covers and pouted. "What no! This movie was awful, I hated it. Never again!"

Zak giggled in response. "But it was a good horror movie!"

"Yes, and that's why I hated it! It was so scary.."

"It wasn't THAT scary."

"Yeah right! It was so scary! You were screaming so loud that your neighbors probably heard you!"

Before Zak could argue back, a bright flash of lightning along with a loud boom of roaring thunder happened. The hairs on the back of their neck immediately raised up, Darryl letting out a startled yelp as Zak practically could've jumped out of his own skin.

Suddenly the TV turned off. The small lamp that was dimly illuminating the room shut off. They both sat in complete darkness, coming to a chilling realization.

This was a blackout.

- . . . =)

Darryl was shaky. Normally being in the dark wouldn't be that much of big deal, but he was already starting to get paranoid. "Oh my goodness Zak I can't s-see anything.."

Zak tried to shake the feeling that he was secretly freaked out too. They both knew the fact that they just finished watching a horror film made this situation a hundred times worse.

"Okay, calm down. I'm going to look around the house so that we can find something like.. I don't know, a flashlight." Zak turned on his phone and cursed to himself when his phone was a little low on battery. "Here, I'll even let you hold this."

Darryl held Zak's phone and turned on its flashlight. The rain was coming down hard as more thunder was heard. They both stood up until they suddenly a loud crash was heard from the kitchen, freaking out the both of them.

Zak mumbled "oh my god" repeatedly while Darryl clung on to his arm. "What was that? Zak?! What was that?!"

"I don't know. I don't know. I'm actually getting sacred. I don't know."

Darryl's heart raced, trying to calm down. "It.. sounded like something heavy fell in the kitchen. Should we check it out?"

Zak was hesitant in checking the kitchen out, but he needed to go there anyways. What if there was something useful in the kitchen cabinets? "Okay, lets go."

Darryl slowly walked towards the kitchen with Zak following closely behind. He froze and swore his heart stopped when he saw something on the kitchen floor. "Zak, w-what is..?" He pointed at it, and Zak also felt his heart stop for a moment.

There was a huge mess on the floor. A smeared, watery, red mess on the floor. Before anyone could jump to any conclusions, Zak leaned closer to get a better look at it, and glad that he did.

"It's just the tomato sauce from earlier." He looked at the huge pot on the floor, stood up, and sighed. "How did that ended up falling? I thought I put it away"

Darryl shook his head and replied with urgency. "Nevermind that. Let's just search for a source of light, okay? Your phone is starting to die."

The two of them searched the drawers and cabinets. The most useful things they could find were batteries and a single lighter. Zak groaned as they couldn't find anything else. "I guess we also have to look in.. the basement."

Darryl gulped. "The basement?" Zak opened the door to the basement and froze. It's so dark, nobody can see a thing. "Why do basements always have to be so creepy?!" Zak thought to himself.

Zak pushed Darryl forward, mostly joking about it but also a little scared to go down there. "Hey! No! Zak don't you dare! I'm not going in!"

Zak laughed a little but also begged him to go down there. "You're the one with the flashlight! You go first!"

"No! I don't wanna go down there!" He handed Zak his phone back.

"Okay fine! I'll go down there.. by myself." Zak started to walk forward trying not to be intimidated by the darkness.

"Waitwaitwait." Darryl suddenly hugged Zak from behind. "Let me go with you."

Zak laughed and turned around. "What the heck?! Make up your mind!"

Darryl whined. "I'm sorry! I don't wanna be left alone!" He paused, looking away as his face turned pink. "I also didn't want to leave you down there too, you fatty."

Zak lightly giggled, already feeling less scared. "Alright, here." Zak grabbed Darryl's hand and smiled. "I'll lead the way, so that way I can protect you."

They both walked down the stairs as Darryl pouted. "What? No, I will protect you."

"No way, I'm the one who will do all the protecting."

"No you won't, I will!"

The stairs creaked as they made it to the basement. There were many boxed stacked against one another. A chill went down Darryl's spine. It was pretty cold in here. Zak already started to look through a bunch of boxes.

"I know that there has to be a flashlight somewhere. Let's keep looking."

Darryl opened up a box and searched through it, trying to adjust to the dark as Zak had the flashlight. He gasped as he found candles. "This could be useful!" He thought. He was about to tell Zak what he found, until he heard something.

He turned around, and felt his blood run cold. He saw something in the corner of his eye slipped through a few boxes. A figure that looked white...

Darryl frantically started to talk. "Zak we need to go! Now!" Zak looked up, alert and confused. "What? What's wrong?"

"I-I saw something! Something white that went in between the boxes! Something white!"

Zak gulped. He knows that Darryl wouldn't make that kind of joke, but he desperately wanted it to be a joke. "Darryl p-please no- don't do this. Not now."

Darryl's voice only became desperate. "I'm being serious Zak we need to leave!"

Just their luck, Zak's phone battery became too low and the flashlight turned off. They could hardly see each other. As if the situation couldn't get any creepier, they heard rustling somewhere in the pile of boxes. Were they even alone?

The rustling suddenly became louder. Whatever was making that sound was getting closer as boxes started to fall over.

"Y-You know what, you're right. Forget the lights, let's just go. GO!" They both ran for the stairs until Zak shrieked. A lot of boxes just fell on top of him, knocking him to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, Zak!?" Darryl lifted a few boxes away. "Are you okay?! Za-" He stopped talking when he saw him, surprised to say the least.

"ROCCO?!" Zak shouted in bewilderment. The two stared at the dog at a lost for words. Rocco was on top of Zak as he started to lick his face. He was slightly covered in... tomato sauce.

That was when Darryl started to put two and two together. Rocco knocked over the tomato sauce in the kitchen. Rocco was the white thing he saw in the corner of his eye. Rocco was the one that knocked over the boxes.

Rocco was behind everything this entire time.

Darryl broke out a grin, letting out a laugh of disbelief as his anxiousness faded away. "Zak, I think your dog has been the one scaring us."

Zak lightly grabbed his dog's head, taking a closer look at him. A look of realization hits and he laughed when he saw the mess on his dog. "You have got to be kidding me! What?!"

Darryl giggled and kneeled down to pet Rocco. "He's such a good boy yesh he is!" As Zak tried to stand up he felt something on the floor and gasped. "Dude! A flashlight!"

"Oh my goodness, really?" Darryl beamed. The battery compartment was open, but empty. Zak grabbed the batteries in his pocket and put them in his flashlight. It worked, brightening up most of the basement.

Darryl let out a little "yay!" and clapped a little. Zak looked like he could breathe at last. "Oh my god I can finally see!" They both stood up and looked at Rocco. Darryl smiled sheepishly. "Aww, maybe we should clean him up a little."

Zak brought his dog out of the basement while Darryl held the box of candles he found and the flashlight. While Zak was giving Rocco a bath, Darryl decided that he would clean up the tomato sauce in the kitchen. It took longer than expected, being that Zak had the flashlight while Darryl was slightly in the dark, but he didn't mind.

Darryl finished up and went to check on Zak. He just finished up cleaning Rocco and was trying to dry him up as much as he can with a towel. "Stupid blackout won't let me use the stupid hair dryer." Zak pouted.

Darryl lightly laughed at his childish muffin. "Here, lemme help." He grabbed another towel to help dry Rocco's fur. They made some progress as Rocco was almost completely dried up. Darryl got an idea.

"Ooh! Zak, what if we put Rocco in one of your hoodies?"

He gave a confused look and laughed. "What, why?"

"Because it would be adorable! He would be all snugly in a hoodie!"

Zak chuckled. He did like the idea of it. "Okay. I'll finish up here. I'm sure you can find a hoodie in my room, so take the flashlight."

Darryl was hesitant to take the flashlight. "You sure you'll be fine without any lights?"

"Yeah I'm fine! Besides, it was your idea. Plus, I got my doggo!" Zak smiled while hugging his dog.

Darryl smiled back at the two being cute. "Alright then."

Darryl went to Zak's room with the flashlight and searched in his closet. As he searched, he eventually found a Skeppy hoodie. "Perfect!" He went out to see that Zak and Rocco weren't in the bathroom anymore. "Zak? Where'd you go?"

"Over here!" Zak's voice was coming from the living room. He walked over there and took a moment to observe the atmosphere.

The room was dimly lit with small candles placed around. It was still raining outside, but the storm seemed to have calmed down. Rocco and Zak were on the couch with a lantern next to him. Darryl sat right next to him and smiled when Zak wrapped a blanket around him.

"Where did you get that lantern?" He handed the hoodie over to Zak.

"It was in the box of candles you found. I figured I could use it too." Zak managed to put the hoodie on Rocco. He held the lantern and giggled a bit as Rocco snuggled up against him.

Darryl felt his heart flutter at the scene, and smiled. These two were being adorable, but he couldn't help but admire the raven haired boy for a moment. The glow from the lantern made his smiling face look brighter and more radiant. He would take his picture right now if he could.

Other than his adorable looks though, he was taking a moment to adore him just being... him. Tonight was pretty terrifying, no doubt about it. And yes, sometimes he would be such a ragamuffin and scare him even more. But despite all that, Zak also managed to make him feel happy.. comfortable.. loved...

"Earth to Darryl? Why are you staring at me you weirdo?" Zak laughed. Darryl barely snapped out of it and murmured out loud.

"Zak, have I ever told you that you're the light of my life?"

Zak was caught off guard as he felt the heat rise up to his face. "Wh- How-" He started laughing at the flirtatious pun and looked away. "Since when have you learned to talk like that?!" He usually wasn't the one to be a smooth talker.

Darryl beamed when he realized he successfully managed to fluster him. He was proud, but also a little embarrassed that he managed to say that out loud. He decided to push a little further.

"Since I realized how much I loved you."

Zak brightly laughed a little more. "Okay, no." He smirked as he pulled Darryl closer to him. He cupped his face as their noses touched, instantly making the taller one's face go red.

Darryl went completely silent as he wrapped Zak into the blanket with him, hiding his flustered face into the other's hair. Zak faintly giggled, hugging him closer.

"Stick to being cute..."

[End]

Typing the creepy bits while listening to eerie music in the dark was intriguing :D ...

#skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #my writing #fanfiction #this took longer than expected #never really wrote horror before so I hope you like xD

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vampire-scones · 4 years ago

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Nightmares

For @roachcult because you wanted to see Vic scared by Mr. Patrick. And who am I to deprive you of that right? hope you enjoy! mwah!

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Quarantine with Patrick Hockstetter was like being in a constant escape room. Sometimes it’s fine and fun, but other times it feels like a claustrophobic mess that you will never get out of because he just brought a stray dog in the house for the seventh time this week.

Vic doesn’t bother asking what happens to all those stray dogs. He likes to pretend he never even saw Patrick take them into his bedroom as he returns to his game of Fall Guys with Henry. Belch is watching them from the couch and has his eyes glued to the split screen, commenting things as they run through the course. Henry on the other hand seems to be in his own world, completely oblivious to what is going on around him, including what seems to be the faint whimpering of a stray dog from Patrick’s bedroom.

Vic tries not to think about the sound.

He again tries not to think about the sound of a whimpering dog as all four boys settle in for a horror movie marathon. Starting with a couple 80′s slashers and working up to more recent stuff using ‘The Collector’ series.

Vic had started to distract himself halfway through ‘The Nightmare on Elm Street’. The concept of someone being able to kill you in your dreams was unnerving. He slept to get away from all the scary shit going on in the world, not to run into it. Belch had fallen asleep at that point and Henry was still in his own world, his eyes almost looking glazed over as he watched the people run and scream across the TV screen.

This left Patrick and Victor the only ones aware that the other was even in the room. And Vic tried to pretend Patrick wasn’t there. He tried really hard.

But Patrick’s gaze felt like spiders running up his spin. He felt cold and vulnerable. Every breath Vic took he felt like Patrick was counting, like he was planning which one would be his last.

But he wouldn’t do that right? Kill him? Patrick wasn’t that crazy. But as a dog whined in the movie Vic started to doubt a lot of what he knew about Patrick. What boundaries he didn’t have. What things he would do just for fun. Vic knew for a fact that Patrick wasn’t innocent. He had seen the photos of girls on his wall under the ‘Patrick is god’ frog. He had seen the flies in the pencil case and self made big frames. The other day when he was looking for his charger Patrick had stolen from him he found a box of dog collars.

Vic let these thoughts swim in his mind as he looked up to the credits now playing on the screen. He then moved his eyes to the clock on his phone and sighed as he saw it read 2:27AM. He stretched his hands up over his head and let out a yawn.

“I think I’m going to retreat to the bedroom..” He said as he looked towards Henry. Henry only gave him a glare and mumbled out.

“Stay on your damn side. I don’t want to come in and find you sprawled our like a starfish again. I WILL push you off the fucking thing and make you sleep on the floor.” Vic nodded and got up, trying not to make eye contact with Patrick as he went to leave the living room. That was until Patrick reached out a slender arm and grabbed Vic’s wrist.

“Might want to lock the door tonight...heard boys like you are exactly what a guy like the collector wants to add.” A smirk was playing on Patrick’s lips and opened up to reveal his teeth, making Vic’s stomach churn.

Snatching his wrist back from Patrick he let out a huff. “Yeah, sure Patrick.” Vic managed out as he walked towards the shared guest bedroom. He tried not to give away that psychotic madman in the living room had maybe scared him a little bit. But it was all fake. It was just a movie. And Patrick was just trying to get under his skin. Trying to scare him. Trying to make him admit he hated the horror movie marathons.

Right?

Vic got himself ready for bed and crawled under the thick covers. He stared up at the popcorn ceiling as he listened to the faint sounds of the next movie going on in the living room. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark as he continued to listen. The sound was soon drowned out by his own thoughts.

What if Patrick was onto something? The movie HAD to be based on some true event. Look at movies like Texas chainsaw massacre, or all those Halloween movies. They scared the shit out of Vic and they were all based on somewhat true events. What other morbid shit went on in the world that he didn’t know about? That he didn’t want to know about.

But right now he was fine. He was safe in his bed, (well Patrick's guest room bed. And safe is a LONG stretch in the Hockstetter house), and in a small town like Derry where the worst thing to go on was probably whatever the Loser’s club was up to that day.

With theses thoughts starting to fight off the ones made of rotten limbs and maggot covered corpse, Vic closed his eyes and started to drifted off into a dreamless sleep without realizing it.

Nothing felt real as something brushed against his cheek, the bridge of his nose, yanked his hair. He let out a hiss and tried to swat at whatever had dared to touch his hair. Only when his hand came down on the pillow he felt a whole bunch of small, cool and smooth things under his hand and arm. Vic let out another groan as he opened his eyes, squinting in the dark to try and see what he was touching. Peas maybe?

All he could see when he squinted were small, rectangular and triangular shaped objects on his pillow. With no ideas as to what they could be he leaned over to the bed side table to turn on a light, hoping to know what these odd intrusions were. He heard one or two fall to the floor as he did.

As the light clicked on he nearly wanted to scream. He did scream. On the pillow and floor were teeth. What looked like to be human and dog teeth. Vic sat up in bed, making most of the teeth fall off his pillow and onto the mattress. A chill ran down his spin.

Vic nearly jumped out of the bed only to feel something cold and round under his left foot. He hopped onto his right food and looked down to see what seemed to be a small bone laying on the floor. Vic lost his balance as fear flooded through his body. He started to push himself towards the wall.

This had to be a nightmare.

Had to be a bad dream.

He just had to wake up.

He had t-

His thoughts stopped. His blood ran cold. He had just backed up into someone. He could feel the person’s legs pressed against his back. He didn’t even want to look up to see the face.

A chuckle escapes the person behind him and he feels something brush against his scalp. It’s long and waxy and inhuman. Alien. Fuck, are aliens real? is this how they abduct you?

Another chuckle comes from the figure behind him before he felt a firm kick to his back, sending him forward and right in front of the small mess of teeth and bone that had either already been laying there or spilled from his bed. He was soon pined to the floor by the same foot and starting to gasp for air, even if he wasn’t being choked or suffocated.

Vic felt like he was being suffocated. Like the room was getting smaller. If he didn’t take another breath and prove he was there the room would squeeze him, squish him until he was just a messy pile of organs and blood in some weird place in space and time. Tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes before he heard a voice. A familiar voice.

“Didn’t know you scared that easily Viccy Boy. Thought it would take more than dog bones and wax.” Patrick almost sang out in victory. “Well that’s a lie, I did know you scare easily. You can never sit through a full slasher.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from Patrick’s chest as his eyes bore into the back of Vic’s head. “Didn’t think I would have this much fun. Amazing how far candle wax can go huh?” He said as he kneeled down to wiggle his wax dipped fingers in Vic’s face.

Vic shook his head and rolled onto his back as soon as Patrick’s foot was lifted from him. “The actual fuck is wrong with you! I felt like i was going to die! Like, like I was going to be tortured or fucking killed! You are an absolute psycho!” He yelled out once his breathing had calmed down a bit. Patrick only laughed as he started to collect his bones and teeth.

“Oh come on Criss, it was fun. Should have been expecting me to do this sooner or later. You wanted to move in with me for the fucking plague.” Patrick gave him a sick grin as he put the teeth and bones in his jean pockets like they were coins.

Vic simply blinked at him from his spot on the floor. Seeing as Vic was not going to get up anytime soon, Patrick walked over and leaned over him, keeping the same grin on his face. “I know what you want to know Viccy, are they real. Now be smart, I’m not some fucking amateur that buys fake shit. I got to harvest it.”

Vic felt more colour drain from his face (if that was even possible at this point) and his mouth run dry. Harvest? Is that where all those stray dogs went? For Patrick to use them for parts and for decoration. If so then “Then where did you get the human teeth.” He voiced the last part of his thought.

Patrick simply stood up and hummed, slowly walking towards the door. “I have people I know..It’s amazing what you can trade online now a days.” He looked back at Vic from where he stood at the doorway.

His eyes scanned over Vic, watching him finally sit up, his hands supporting his body. Even in tinted light of the side table lamp Patrick could make out the tear tracks on Vic’s face.

“Sleep tight, Vic. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Patrick said in a soft tone as he stepped out of the guest room. Leaving Vic sitting on the floor and frankly, too scared to go back to sleep.

#Oh yeah bois first horror type thing #For roachcult because you asked #i loved writing this #Feel bad for Vic #Might have to write something soft about him #Someone give him his animal crossing and his blanket #He needs it #Vic criss #patrick hockstetter #Bowers gang #2017 it #Smelly boys #Yes patrick ordered human teeth from somewhere #where? who knows #I don't want to know #Didn't check for typos #too excited to post

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darisu-chan · 4 years ago

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whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same), pt. 21

Hi!

Welcome back!

Hope you guys like this one-shot too.

You can also read it here.

See ya!

i’ll be there to hold you in the dark

Prompt: supernatural

Summary: Ichigo and Rukia watch a horror movie. What could go wrong?

There are many things that Rukia adores about the human world.

From juice boxes to video games to, very recently, social media.

And Ichigo enjoys showing her every single one of them.

He particularly delights in watching her face light up each time she discovers something new.

But, of course, there are some human things that Rukia likes more than others.

Movies are one of them.

With Yuzu she has watched several animated and romantic movies.

He and Karin tend to prefer action films or comedies, and Rukia sits and watches them too.

They have tried to watch several genres.

Even dramas and tear jerkers.

But there is one genre that they haven’t explored yet.

Horror films.

And it is not that Ichigo dislikes them.

He just doesn’t care for them.

Honestly, when you’ve been able to see spirits from a young age and when you’ve fought several battles against Hollows, Quincy and other Shinigami, they just aren’t very scary.

He never would have thought Rukia would enjoy them anyway.

After all, as a spirit herself, she’d probably find them unrealistic or insulting even.

So, he’s never showed them to her.

That is, until now.

It is a Saturday and it is sunny outside.

They’ve been out all day.

First they strolled in the park, then they ate burgers in the mall.

Somehow they ended up in front of the cinema.

“Ichigo! Let’s watch a movie!” She says as she scans the posters for the current films.

Ichigo chuckles and nods to her.

“Sure. Choose one.”

It’s not like they’ve got any plans and watching a movie does sound nice.

Besides, there are a couple of good ones out there.

An action movie, a drama based on a book Ichigo’s read, an animated film that seems interesting.

Hell, he’d even watch the newest rom com if Rukia wanted.

However, she doesn’t choose any of these options.

Instead, she stands directly in front of a black and white poster and grins at it.

“That’s it! I wanna watch this one, Ichigo!”

His gaze moves over to the poster in question and he actively gapes at it.

There is a woman ─ or at least he assumes that’s a woman ─ with long, black hair, dark eyes, inhumanly pale skin, an open mouth and her hand reaching out.

The rest of the poster is black with red letters announcing the film.

It is definitely a poster for a horror film.

He believes it is that movie people have been hyping all summer.

The one that has made grown men leave the theater crying.

And that’s the one Rukia had chosen.

“Sure you wanna watch that?”

He asks her, just in case.

“Of course! It looks fun!”

Her answer comes off as strange until Ichigo remembers Rukia is an avid horror manga reader.

Remembering her taste in books, the film is right up her alley.

Because, instead of finding them frightening, she finds this genre funny for some reason.

“Alright, but you better not grab me in the scary scenes.”

He jests as Rukia rolls her eyes.

“Please. As if I’d get scared over something like that.”

So, that’s the end of the discussion.

Two tickets, one large popcorn box and two large sodas later, they are sitting down on their respective seats, waiting for the movie to start.

Rukia is positively excited.

She can’t stay still as she waits in anticipation.

Ichigo is much calmer.

Although he has no interest in the film, he enjoys observing Rukia.

Seeing her so happy makes him happy in return.

So he relaxes and prepares himself for two and a half hours of comedy.

Rukia follows suit and, as the lights go down, she positively beams.

The movie starts with the death of a woman and her child and then the suicide of the husband.

It is grotesque.

And it is as cliché as Ichigo expected it to be.

There’s a curse, an abandoned house, two spirits, and lots of killing.

The gore is not excessive and the jump scares are fine, he supposes.

It’s not groundbreaking or anything, though.

He doesn’t scream or jump, although the rest of the audience certainly does.

What it is really surprising is that Rukia is one of the ones to scream.

At one point, she grabs his arm and starts digging her nails into his flesh hard.

He would have teased her about it if it hadn’t been for the fact she was clearly scared.

And, that is something he has never seen.

Rukia.

Frightened.

Well, that is not true.

He has seen her scared before.

But only in life or death situations, when it was possible one of them wouldn’t make it.

Furthermore, he had seen her scared for him.

For his life.

But never like this.

Who would have known a dumb horror movie would make her react like this?

And, maybe he can understand.

The actress portraying the main ghost makes a good job seeming unnerving.

She crawls and moves around unnaturally.

Then each time she opens her mouth, a terrible guttural sound can be heard.

All in all the film is eerie and it is dark inside the cinema.

So he can understand why Rukia’s so scared.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that, after the movie is over, she is still frightened.

As they walk home, the sun starts to set.

The darker it gets, the jumpier Rukia becomes.

She grabs his arm and looks at every corner or at bushes, trees, or anything that could remotely conceal something.

It would’ve been sort of funny to see a ghost frightened of seeing another ghost, but she is trembling.

It’s clear the film had an impression on her.

And not a great one.

Yet, Ichigo figures that once they get home, she’s going to forget about it.

And for some time it seems like she does.

She has dinner with the family like normal.

She and the twins talk about several topics, with Ichigo and his father chiming in every now and then.

She makes fun of him as they tidy up the kitchen together.

And Rukia even has the time to read one of her manga before going to bed.

He figures she’s over the movie.

There is no reason for her to be scared anymore.

And so Ichigo goes to sleep without thinking too much about it.

Until Rukia wakes him up in the middle of the night.

Like around 3 am, she throws his door open and practically sprints towards his bed after closing the door.

She’s trembling and, are those tears in her eyes?!

“Rukia! What’s wrong?” He asks her once he takes a good look at her. “Are you sick?”

She hurriedly shakes her head as she holds herself.

“Nightmare.”

Oh.

Well that explains it all.

“Because of the movie?”

He questions and when she nods, he just sighs.

“Come here. I’ll keep you save from ghosts.”

He jokes as he scoots over so she can get in bed with him.

“Not funny.”

Rukia sniffs before looking around his room.

“I want to sleep close to the wall. The closet’s scary. Something could jump out of there.”

Ichigo is dying to reply that the only spirit that has ever come out of that closet is Rukia herself, but he bites his tongue.

Now is not the time for that.

He stands up and lets her crawl in bed until her back hits the wall.

Then he follows suit.

She scoots over towards him and presses her face on his chest.

Like a reflex, he holds her tight.

He looks up at the ceiling waiting for her to stop trembling.

And it suddenly dawns on him that they are cuddling.

That Rukia is in his bed with him.

At night.

In a cramped space.

And they are cuddling.

He blushes.

It figures that the first time Rukia is this close to him would be because she’s scared and not for any other, far more agreeable reasons.

That’s just his luck.

So he pushes any weird thoughts out of his mind and focuses on the girl in his arms.

She hasn’t stopped trembling.

Not yet.

“Are you that scared, Rukia?”

Ichigo has to ask her.

She simply nods with her face still pressed on his shirt.

He turns her over.

“Look at me.”

He commands.

And when Rukia turns, there are still tears in her eyes.

It is such a pitiful sight.

A lieutenant of the Gotei 13 had been reduced to tears because of a dumb movie.

Ichigo needs to fix this.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m right here and I’ll protect you of anything, okay? So don’t be afraid anymore.”

Rukia gives him a teary smile.

“Okay.”

And she closes her eyes, finally relaxing.

He smiles and buries his head on her hair.

Tomorrow she will probably deny any of this.

She might even give him hell for his cheesy lines.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because as of right now, he’s going to hold her and keep it close for as long as she needs.

(Also, after this incident, horror movies will be banned from the household)

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #ichirukimonth2020 #pro ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

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zizi-writes · 4 years ago

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Ouija Board

(This is the first oneshot I’ve posted on here. This wasn’t really a request, it was just an silly little idea I came up with on my own. I would love some feedback or constructive criticism!)

Rated for bad language

~Written in April's journal, told from April's POV~

August 28th,

My Ouija Board Experience,

It was a calm, Friday night. It's been a tradition in the Hamato Lair to have a game night every Friday night ever since I brought "Sorry" a couple weeks after the turtles first brought me the the Lair. The tradition has grown ever since then, as we've made more allies and they've brought new games to the mix. This particular night, the turtles and I were chilling in the living room of the lair, waiting for guests to arrive. We were expecting Casey, Karai, and Shinigami.

One by one, everyone showed up as Raph and Mikey argued over what pizza we should order. They finally settled the argument and Mikey went out to retrieve the pizza. I wasn't paying much attention, I was too wrapped up in the magazine I was reading. Around 7:30, all the guests had arrived, and we were just waiting on Casey to arrive with the new board game he said he'd bring. It was unusual for Casey to buy new games for game night, but none of us put too much thought into it. By this point, Mikey had already come back with the pizzas.

"Come on!" Mikey exclaimed, getting very impatient. "We've been waiting for almost a half an hour now! Where is he!"

"If he takes any longer I'll shove his board game up his-!" Raph was cut off by Casey casually walking in the lair entrance with a shopping bag in hand. "What took you so long?!"

"Sorry dude, the line at the store was huge!"

"What's in the bag?" Leo asked, pointing to the plastic bag dangling in Casey's hand. A square box was bending at the bag, threatening to break the thin plastic open at any moment.

"Oh, just a board game." Well that much was obvious.

Casey took the box out of the bag, purposely hiding the front from us and walked into the kitchen. I glanced over at Donnie, to see that he was just as confused as I am.

"This can't be good." Karai got up from her seat on the couch and made her way into the kitchen. We all followed. The lights were off in the kitchen, and Casey was lighting candles.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" Raph asked, obviously annoyed. Casey just snickered.

"I'm setting up the board game." The raven said in a sly tone.

"What's the game?" Leo demanded to know.

"It's a Ouija Board." Casey sang out, not looking up from the last candle he was lighting. The brothers looked at each other. I have played with Ouija boards in the past. I'm pretty sure Karai and Shini have too, so we're not really scared of them. The turtles, however, had never played with one before, and I could tell they were all frightened.

"What!" Leo exclaimed, raising his arms in the air with a distasteful expression. "We can't play with that thing! Those things summon spirits!"

"What, are you too chicken to play?" Raph cackled, a devilish smirk on his face. Even though he was pretending to be brave, I could tell he was just as scared of the game as the rest of his brothers were. "You can't possibly be scared of that thing. It's a harmless board game."

"I'm not scared of it!" Leo defended himself. He looked around at everyone, and saw that none of us were buying it. "Fine, I'll play!"

We all took a seat around the table. The Ouija Board was facing Casey, giving me a 10.5 o’clock view of the board.

"I love these types of games!" Shini exclaimed, unable to hold in her excitement anymore. She opened the box and set it up. "Karai, remember when we contacted a spirit back in Japan?"

"Yeah, the spirit was fucking lame though. He only answered questions with yes or no answers."

"Okay, everyone, put your hand on the planchette." Casey instructed. We all did as he said. "We'll take turns asking questions. Who wants to go first?"

No one else volunteered, so I decided that I would give it a go. "What's your name?" I asked the most basic question I could think of. The planchette sat still for a couple seconds, before it started moving.

A - L - E - X - A - N - D - E - R

The planchette moves across the board to spell out the name 'Alexander'. I see Raph's expression fill with horror directly across from me. When he noticed me glancing at him, he quickly changed his expression back to his normal, annoyed look.

"Who's moving the piece?" Raph shouted, raising up his left arm and keeping his right hand down on the planchette. We all swore up and down that we didn't move the piece. After pressing into Mikey more, Raph gave up on interrogating and we continued the game.

"What year were you alive?" Donnie asked the next question.

1-8-6-2

The planchette moved from number to number, earning looks from everyone sitting around it.

“There’s no way it’s moving on it’s own!” Raphael was skeptical again. Karai just rolled her eyes and asked her question.

“Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit.” The kunoichi asked. The wooden planchette stayed still for a couple seconds before moving.

“No?” Leo asked, his face scrunching up in confusion. “What does it mean ‘no’?”

Crash!

The glass cup that was sitting on the counter behind them fell to the ground and shattered.

“Fuck!” Mikey jumped out of his chair, turning towards the sight. He lifted his hand off the planchette during the process. “How the hell did that happen, bros? I’m freaking out!”

“Calm down, Mikey.” Shinigami placed a comforting hand on his shoulder with a chuckle. “Relax, the spirits can’t hurt you.”

Mikey reluctantly sat back down again. It was Leo’s turn to ask a question.

“What age were you when you died?”

1-1

“Eleven.” I read out loud. “That’s terrible, poor thing.”

“Uh, how’d you die?” Raph asked after a little bit of time to think of a question.

F-I-R-E

The planchette shifted through the letters, spelling out “fire”. I assumed that meant their house burnt down.

I saw the fire flare up from a candle out of the corner of my eye, before it settled back down again. I moved my gaze upwards to see if anyone else caught that, but everyone else was to fixated on the board. I fixed my eyes back down on the board and tried to forget what happened. What the hell is going on with this thing?

It was now Casey’s turn to ask a question. I saw the corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk, which alerted me that whatever he was about to ask, it isn’t going to be pretty.

“How’s hell?” That fucking idiot. The planchette shook but remained on the E where it last moved.

“Casey, you fucking idiot!” Karai voiced my thoughts. “You’re never supposed to a spirit questions about heaven or hell!”

“This is about to get interesting.” Shinigami muttered under her breath.

G-O T-O H-E-L-L B-A-S-T-A-R-D

The spirit spelled out quickly, almost so fast that I couldn’t catch what it was saying. The fire from the candles flared up again. This time, everyone noticed as the glare from the flames bounced off the walls, adding to the creepiness of this all. I ducked down and chose to ignore it.

“Good going Casey, you made it angry!” Raph erupted.

“No, I just made this a little more interesting.” Casey pouted. “You should be glad, this game was boring.”

“Mikey, it’s your turn to ask a question.” Shinigami nudged him with her elbow.

“Uh,” He shifted uncomfortably. “What’s your favorite food?”

F-L-E-S-H

That was when it got even creepier. Flesh? What does it mean flesh?

“That’s it!” Leo jerked his hand off the planchette. “We’re not playing this anymore!”

“You can’t just chicken out now, dude! We have to wait until the spirit says goodbye!” Casey argued. Leo rolled his eyes and placed his hand back down.

“What type of flesh do you want?” Shini asked, because of course she had to ask the creepiest question she could think of.

C-A-S-E-Y-’S F-L-E-S-H

“Who’s moving it?!” Casey hollered out, looking more spooked than anyone else has tonight. “One of you has to be pushing it!”

“Obviously it’s Mikey who’s pushing it. He’s always pulling pranks on us!” Raph points his finger at Mikey in an accusatory manner. Poor Mikey, always getting blamed for everything.

“It can’t be him!” Karai defended the turtle in orange. “His teeth are clattering he’ so scared.” Mikey put his head down in embarrassment. “Plus, who’s to say it’s not you who’s moving it, Raph! You pull these kind of things too!”

“It’s not me!” Raph defended himself, getting more and more heated.

“It could be any of us who are moving it!” Casey spoke up. “The only way we can tell if someone is cheating is if we all put our heads down and let April read it.”

“Why me?” I didn’t want to be stuck reading off of the Ouija Board on my own. But, the more I thought about it, this was the only way we can figure out if this is real or not. “Fine, I’m in.”

Everyone promptly put their heads down and I took my hand off the planchette. I set my phone up to record everything that was happening so I could show them what happened afterwards. It’s my turn to ask a question.

“Uh, d-did you have any siblings?” I asked awkwardly. The planchette moved.

“Holy shit” I muttered, almost speechless. That’s when I realized no one had been cheating. The planchette was actually moving on it’s own.

“What happened?” Leo asked. His voice was muffled into his arm, and it took a second for me to process what he had asked.

“The planchette moved to three.” I mumbled out, my eyes were locked on the planchette.

“No way! You’re just trying to scare us!” Raph countered.

“Look up! It did move!” I defended myself quickly, not wanting to be accused of lying. Raph lifted his head up and scrunched his nose up at the sight, speechless.

“H-.....How?” He muttered, though it was barely audible at all. Mikey lifted his head up and looked, too.

“The spirit is real, bros!” He cried out. Everyone else lifted their heads up and looked at the board in, seeing that the planchette had indeed moved while they had their heads down.

“Maybe.... maybe it’s just a coincidence. How about we all put our heads down and Donnie will ask the next question.” Leo stuttered. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. They all put their heads down and Donnie asked the next question. I checked to make sure my phone was still recording.

“What were your sibling’s names?” He asked. I knew he asked that specific question because it required a long answer to be given.

T-H-O-M-A-S J-A-M-E-S P-H-I-L-I-P

I gasped. This confirms that the planchette had been moving on it’s own. The spirit was real. I didn’t know what to say out loud. I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say or do now. In all the other Ouija Board games I’ve played, it’s always been obvious that someone was moving the planchette on their own, and I was okay with that. It was all just fun and games. But this.... this is different.

“What happened?” Casey lifted up his head to look at the board. I was snapped back to reality. All he could see was the planchette resting underneath everyone’s hands on the letter P. “What happened, Ape?”

I grabbed my phone and hit stop recording. Everyone else had lifted their heads up from their arms and gave me questioning looks. I turned on the video and fast-forwarded to Donnie’s question. Mikey leaned over my shoulder to watch while everyone else stood behind me.

“What were your sibling’s names?” Donnie’s voice was muffled through my speaker. There was a strange static noise covering the audio. The planchette was clearly being moved, the letters were a little hard to discern with the bad camera quality. They spelled out exactly what I saw before. Thomas, James, and Philip.

What we saw next scared us all shitless.

A shadowy, small figure, stepped into view at the kitchen door for three seconds before seemingly disappearing into the darkness of the lair.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I questioned what I saw but when I looked at everyone else’s expressions, I knew that it indeed had happened.

After that, we stopped playing. We packed the board away and walked out of the kitchen one by one, going back to whatever activities we were doing before.

Even though we tried to forget, things weren’t really the same after that. Weird things started happening in the lair. Things would fall in the other room, lights would turn on and off, all the basic things you hear about hauntings. But that wasn’t all.

The boys all experienced nightmares and sleep paralysis at night, seeing shadowy figures in the corners of the room or next to their beds. This type of stuff isn’t normal for them.

I’m writing this a month later. I hope things go back to normal soon.

(Oop please give feedback.)

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 5 years ago

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Prompt request thing: Snatcher lets Hat Kid work some of the traps in subcon using the shadow puppet costume (maybe even setting some of her own?) Also, question: do you think Hat Kid can eat souls?

Thank you for the request! And no, I don’t think normal Hat Kid can eat souls.

Trap

It was finally time, there was finally a new intruder in the forest, headed down the path towards the trap Hat Kid had step up with Snatcher’s help. She hid in the bushes, waiting and watching, particularly vibrating with anticipation. Snatcher was behind her somewhere, hidden in the forest. He’d agreed to do the magic bits and make it look like she was doing them. If he made her look like a fool, she was going to be so mad and would find a way to get revenge.

It seemed to take forever before the Mafia goon came into view. Good! A bad guy, Hat Kid wouldn’t feel bad about making him sign his soul away with a contract. He looked frightened, glancing all around as he meandered down the path towards his doom. Hat Kid was tempted to jump out at him now and scare him but Snatcher had said the traps made things scarier which was why he used them. And having been caught in one, she couldn’t deny the truth of that. So she bided her time until…

The goon stepped on the trap, triggering it. He let out an undignified yelp as he was dragged up into the net, to dangle several feet off the ground. He hung still for a moment before starting to thrash. Grinning wide, Hat Kid ran over to stand in front of the net.

Snatcher poked his head out from behind a tree to give her a silent ‘are you ready’ look. She nodded and gave him a thumbs up; she was so ready for this. What she wasn’t ready for though was for her feet to suddenly leave the ground as she was lifted up into the air by nothing. She glanced back at Snatcher was who was grinning, apparently pleased with his little surprise. But of course it was him, he could levitate things; how come she had never realized he could probably levitate people too?

She stopped rising when she was a little more than double her height off the ground. … She’d be looking down at the Mafia goon from here which was genius actually. So she let herself relax, trusting Snatcher to keep her aloft.

Next, as discussed, he transferred the three of them to his pocket dimension, disguising himself completely in the purple mist. Free of the net, the Mafia goon land with a thud, face first on the ground.

“AHAHAHAHA FOOOOOOOL!” Hat Kid shouted in her best impression of Snatcher as the goon struggled to push himself back to his feet. “You’ve made a terrible mistake, haven’t you?” She trailed off with the creepy giggle Snatcher had instructed her on, doing the evil grin to match.

The Mafia goon flinched. “Ah! Only thing scarier than big ghost is little ghost girl!” He turned and tried to run. This being Snatcher’s domain though, he didn’t get far, or anywhere really, he was running in place.

It was funny enough to make Hat Kid want to laugh. She turned it into another creepy giggle instead. “You can’t get away. You were doomed the moment you set foot into the forest.” Why anyone would was beyond her. She’d been around, everyone knew about Snatcher and what he did to people who entered his forest. Why would people risk that? Really with how dumb they were, they kind of deserved their fate.

With a sob, the Mafia goon gave up running away. He turned back to face her and fell to his knees – the vantage point Snatcher’s levitating gave her made this sight so much better, she felt powerful and in charge. “Mafia sorry, please don’t hurt Mafia. I was only looking for way back home.” The idiot had been lost and thought going into Subcon Forest was a possible way to get back home. How could anyone be that stupid? Well Hat Kid now had a definite answer about the least intelligent, intelligent lifeform she’d ever encountered.

“Hmm…” She lifted a hand to examine her ghostly nails, doing her best to put on an air of indifference. “Normally I’d just eat your soul and be done with it but you’re in luck. There are a couple things that need tidying up around the forest, if you agree to do them for me I’ll let you live.”

“Uh… yes, anything you want little ghost girl just have mercy.”

“Very good. Just sign right here and we’ll be in business.” Hat Kid snapped her fingers and the pre-written contract and quill appeared in the air between them. Wow, Snatcher really was doing everything he’d said he’d do. She was proud of him and would have to give him a hug later.

Trembling, the Mafia goon signed. He didn’t even pause to read the terms and conditions before doing so, just the large text stuff. Which was just dumb… even if Hat Kid had done the exact same thing. She had an excuse though, she’d still been new to the language back then and couldn’t read it well yet and she was just a kid. An adult should know better. Tough it didn’t really matter, did it? He’d be forced to sign it regardless.

As soon as the goon put down the quill both it and the contract vanished in a theatrical puff of purple smoke. A second later, his soul left his body, going to Snatcher but with some magic trickery, it looked like it flew towards Hat Kid.

She grinned, holding the fake soul hovering in her hand. “I’ll need to take your soul for safe keeping of course, can’t have you going back on your word.”

The goon whimpered but nodded.

“Good now get to it, the well won’t fix itself.”

He vanished, dropped from the pocket dimension presumably back onto the path. Then the fake soul in her hand vanished too along with the levitation magic keeping her afloat.

She let out a surprised squeak as she hit the floor of the pocket dimension. “Hey,” she said, frowning at Snatcher as he came out of seemingly nowhere.

He grinned at her. “You should be happy I didn’t drop you before now. I thought about it. The Mafia goon’s reaction probably would’ve been funny.”

Hat Kid pushed herself back to her feet. She wasn’t going to respond to the bait though so… “How’d I do?”

“Your expression and demeanor slipped a few times. And starting off copying me wasn’t your best idea. Your voice isn’t loud enough and doesn’t carry enough weight for that to work, it was far closer to being cute than scary. Also, you were very stiff and unnatural with the way you floated. Though I supposed that one isn’t entirely your fault, it was your first time being levitated. So I suppose I can forgave that one. Overall though, if I were to give you a grade it’d probably be a B minus.”

“Is that good?”

Snatcher sighed. “Yes, it’s good, especially since you’ve never done anything like that before. And your target was too stupid to even notice so it didn’t really matter.”

“Awesome! Thank you for letting me and helping with it so much. It was a lot of fun.” She liked being scary and if either of the directors ever had a horror movie idea, she’d be so down to play the part of the monster.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. It should get you to stop pestering me about playing with you for a while at least. Though, next time I talk to that guy I’m going to have to pretend to be you, which sucks.”

“What if I do it though? Like the whole thing. Get him to do everything that needs to be done and then beat him up in the arena as a show for all the Subconites. I’ll even be flashy and dramatic as possible. So can I please?”

“Ugh… fine, I guess. But you better not pester me to play games with you for at least a month after this, okay?” He gave her a pointed look.

“Yes, okay, deal.” It was worth it. This was going to be so much fun.

For this request event.

#My Writing #ahit #A hat in time #snatcher & hat kid #Shadow Puppet Hat Kid #Snatcher is probably being a bad influence here

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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ooooo!!! Can I get List 1 #16 (under...Group I think?) with Dreamcatcher (the reader can also be present, but that's up to you!)

Dreamcatcher / Halloween Prompts

16. “I told you guys this Ouija Board wasn’t a good idea.”

Admin Kiwi

Warnings: This is the first not-lighthearted prompt of the bunch, so it’s a horror au. No happy ending. I don’t want to spoil anything, but don’t read if you usually can’t handle gore or horror. Just a warning for those who don’t want to read something heavy.

“I’m not sure about this.” Dami wrapped her arms around herself as she watched the girls clear the table. The night had been fun so far. They’d watched horror movies, ate lots of sweets and popcorn, and played a few of the games Siyeon had in her closet. But now, as Jiu laid out the all-too-familiar board, the night was taking a turn. In Dami’s opinion, it was for the worse.

“Oh, don’t worry so much,” Jiu said as she set up the game. “It’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Siyeon asked, shrugging her shoulders. “I played it once with Sua when we first got it and nothing happened.”

“Didn’t we just watch a couple movies about exactly what could happen?” Dami pointed at the TV, looking around at the other girls. Why was she the only one concerned? “Come on, is no one else a little worried?”

“I guess you have a point,” Gahyeon said, glancing down at the board. “Are there rules that can keep us safe while playing?”

“Of course, here’s the rule book,” Sua said, holding up a little white book.

“Or we could stay safe by not playing at all.”

“Seriously Dami, it’s just a game. Siyeon and I didn’t get any movement at all when we played.”

“Wasn’t that at your old place?” Yoohyeon asked as she came in from the kitchen, taking a sip of her water. “So you haven’t done it here, right?”

“Yeah, but why would it be any different here?”

“This place could have ghosts or something, I don’t know.” Dami shivered, shaking her head. “I don’t like it.”

“How about this,” Jiu looked up from the game, giving Dami a little smile. “If something begins to happen, we’ll pack up and finish the game.”

Handong raised her eyebrows, speaking up for the first time. “Wouldn’t it be too late th-.”

“Nothing will happen, come on, let’s just play.” Siyeon was adamant as she sat down at the table, and Sua joined her, nodding her head excitedly.

“Come on, Dami. It’ll be fine. It’s Halloween! We have to do something like this!”

The rest of the girls joined the table, laughing and chattering, until there was only one chair left. Sighing, Dami looked back at the TV and joined the table, a shudder going through her as soon as she sat down. She had a really bad feeling about this….

The game started out innocent enough, with each of the girls spelling their own names as they introduced themselves to whatever spirits were in the house. But then, as soon as Jiu asked the first question (”who’s here?”), the planchette began to move.

“Okay, who’s moving it?” Gahyeon asked, her voice shaking slightly. Dami was already beginning to feel faint.

“Not me,” chorused the other girls, and Jiu turned to Siyeon, raising her eyebrows.

“Are you trying to scare us, Siyeon?”

“No, I swear it’s not me!”

“Didn’t you say that it didn’t move last time?” Yoohyeon also seemed a little freaked out, her eyes wide, following each move.

“It didn’t,” Sua whispered. “Look, it spelled out ‘A R A N A.’ What does that mean?”

“Is that your name?” Jiu asked loudly.

“Can we stop? We seriously shouldn’t have done this.” Dami’s face was white, her stomach twisting into knots as the planchette once again started to move. “You said-.”

“We can’t stop now!” Siyeon leaned forward. “I want to know who we’re talking to!”

The planchette moved slowly, first to yes, then back to the letters. I AM ARANA.

“Hello then, Arana? I’m Jiu, and these are my friends. Can we ask you some more questions?”

YES.

“This is absolutely nuts.” Sua’s eyes were huge, and she looked excited rather than horrified. Dami wondered if her friends had gone insane, but no matter how much she wished to pull away, she couldn’t make herself take her hands off the planchette. “I have a question. How old are you?”

FOREVER.

“That’s a weird answer. Forever?” Sua frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Are we talking to some sort of demon?” Handong, somehow, didn’t seem phased as she spoke. “A demon would have been around forever, right?”

“Don’t say that!” Yoohyeon shook her head violently. “I don’t even want to think about that!”

“Guys, I might get sick,” squeaked Gahyeon, her face just as white as Dami’s.

Jiu seemed concerned, turning to look at the youngest girl, but Siyeon continued the game. “How long have you been here?”

FOREVER.

“There it is again,” Sua sighed, but Siyeon elbowed her.

“Wait, it’s saying something else!”

ATTACHED.

“Oh, maybe they’re stuck here, that makes sense,” Siyeon said. “Arana, can you leave?”

NO.

“Huh, that’s kind of sad.”

“Please don’t go feeling bad for demons, Siyeon.” Yoohyeon gave her an intense glare.

“We don’t know that it’s a demon!”

“Can we please stop now?”

“Dami, hush!” Siyeon concentrated back on the board in front of her. “Hey, are you a man or a woman?”

WOMAN. As the planchette moved, Dami felt a chill throughout her entire body. As if something had just passed through her. Feeling faint, she leaned against Yoohyeon, who let out a whimper.

“I’m going to have to agree with Dami, we should stop.”

“We can’t just leave her trapped!”

“Siyeon,” Handong spoke slowly. “There might be a reason she’s trapped.”

The planchette moved again. RELEASE.

“Well I want to release her.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jiu said, “Gahyeon looks really sick, maybe we should-.”

“Oh my god, it’s moving!” Sua yelled, making everyone other than Gahyeon jump. The youngest didn’t move, her eyes closed and her face sickly pale, her head on Jiu’s shoulder. As slow as usual, the planchette made an eight on the board. Then, speeding up, it went to ten. Then nine. Then eight.

“This happened in that movie before they were attacked,” Yoohyeon said, on the verge of tears, “we have to stop it before-.” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Her hands flew off the planchette and she let out a scream as her body flew backwards, slamming against the wall. Also screaming, the girls watched in horror as she went. Her head hit the wall with a sickening ‘crack’ and she fell to the ground, body limp.

“Yoohyeon!”

“What the hell?”

At that exact moment, Gahyeon’s head fell forward and vomited, causing Handong and Dami to jump from their seats, pulling their hands away from the game. Jiu grabbed Gahyeon’s shoulders, pulling her up before she fell into her own puke.

“Close the game, close the game, close the game,” she yelled as she moved the youngest away from the table, shaking her shoulders. “Siyeon, seriously, close the fucking game!”

“I don’t remember how!”

“The instructions, they’re-.” The lights flickered off, leaving them screaming again. Someone let out a shrill shriek and there was a loud thump. One of the lamps buzzed back to life, letting off just enough light for them to see Sua laid out under the table, her eyes wide in terror and her body still, mouth still open mid-scream. Around her neck, a raw, red line.

Dami was crying, as was Jiu, who was holding Gahyeon close to her chest, trying to protect her from whatever it was in the room. The youngest girl was grey, and didn’t seem to be breathing. Siyeon seemed to be in shock, hands covered in vomit as she held the planchette in her hands, moving over and over to “goodbye.” Handong stood still, staring at the corner of the room.

“She’s there,” she said, voice soft, like she was having a dream.

“Who?” Jiu turned to look over her shoulder, her entire body shaking. The room was too dark to make out anything other than shadows outside the small area illuminated by the lamp, but there seemed to be something there. Something hulking in the black corner.

“She has eight legs. Why does she have eight legs?”

“Handong, snap out of it!” Dami shook her shoulders, refusing to look at the corner. “Come on, we have to get out of here!”

“We can’t.” Slowly, the older girl smiled. “We’re trapped. Aren’t we? Spider?”

YES

“T-the thing. It-It just moved to yes on its own,” whimpered Siyeon pushing back from the table. “It won’t let me close the game.”

“Spider?” Jiu stared at Handong. “What do you mean, spider?”

“Araña means spider. Did you not know?” That was not her voice. Dami immediately jumped away, cowering in fear. It was wispy and light, and as she spoke, Handong craned her neck to the side, further and further and further, until Dami was sure it should have snapped. “The spider always gets her prey….”

At her words, she fell to the ground and Gahyeon’s eyes snapped open. Except they weren’t Gahyeon’s eyes. These eyes were completely black.

“Jiu, let Gahyeon go, now!”

“What?” The oldest girl looked down, but Dami hadn’t warned her quick enough. Gahyeon’s grey hand came up, claws where her fingernails had been. Jiu pushed her away, letting out a scream, the other grey hand clamped onto Jiu’s arm and prevented her from going anywhere as the claws dug into her throat, turning her terrified scream into a gurgle.

Then it was all over, and Siyeon screamed, tumbling out of her chair, knocked out of her shocked trance by the blood now covering her face. Dami turned and threw up, choking on her sobs. Jiu’s body was now slumped back in her chair, unrecognizable from the neck up. Not-Gahyeon, now covered in blood, stood to her feet, watching as the two remaining girls ran, trying to get away.

Siyeon, not knowing where else to ran, stumbled to her bedroom, desperately wiping at her face to try and get the blood off. Her tears stung against her skin and she searched for her cellphone. How many of her friends had she just watched die? She had to call someone. She had to get out of this house. She had to get help.

“Little one.” A wispy voice echoed in the room, and she froze, heart sinking. She didn’t want to turn around, but her body moved on its own, forcing her to look.

In the doorway was Dami. Except she was turned around, facing out towards the living room. Stumbling back towards the wall, Siyeon grasped at the ground, trying to find something she could use as a weapon. “Dami? I-is that you?” A laugh that wasn’t Dami’s came from Dami’s body.

And an eye opened on the back of her head.

Siyeon let out a shrill scream as seven more eyes opened, black orbs covering the back of Dami’s head. Dami’s body then bent back, head craned impossibly far forward, shoulders and elbows popping out of socket and bending backwards as she touched the ground and skittered closer on all four limbs. Still screaming, Siyeon threw a nearby book, trying to slow whatever was in Dami’s body down and looking around for any way to escape. But the book just bounced off, and in that moment, the eight eyes were only inches from Siyeon’s face.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she cowered into the corner, unable to breathe or get away from the eyes. Then, Dami’s head finally moved to face her. Where Dami’s eyes had been were two bloody holes, and blood covered her face as not-Dami smiled slowly, tilting her head.

“I told you guys this Ouija Board wasn’t a good idea. Didn’t I?” For a moment, it sounded like Dami’s voice. Then the smile split her face in two, and Siyeon screamed for the last time before eight hands covered her face and tightened around her neck, smothering out her cries for help.

A final thump. Then the house was silent, save for the scratching of the planchette on the board.

THANK YOU.

#dreamcatcher #halloween prompts #prompt writing #dreamcatcher drabbles #girl group drabbles #jiu #dami #siyeon #handong #sua #gahyeon #yoohyeon #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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queeniewriteshockey · 5 years ago

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Dessert|| Part I|| T. Teravainen + Reader

Requested: No... Just me and my new obsession hanging out Word Count: 1,861 Warning: None - just fluff and more to come.

Part II Part III

The wall is cold against your skin as you lean into it. The earbuds in your ear all but drown out all of the sounds coming from inside the arena. Before, you could hear the other team practicing, now it was more background noise than anything. The scrape of the ice under freshly sharpened blades is a sound you've always enjoyed, even when the team isn't one you work for. The thwack of the pucks hitting the boards and the glass are music to your ears, but you felt a little out of place, standing around listing to the opponent as they practiced.

The game wasn't for several more hours, but you were at the arena to let them in and to be on-site should there be anything they need. That was part of your job description. It wasn't a bad job, truthfully. You really liked what you did. You liked the team you worked for and the perks that came with the job. Some of those perks were getting to interact with teams you grew up watching and loving. You didn't always get to see the games, too busy running around making sure everything was going off without a hitch, but still, you had fun. It was a production and you were the director.

The screen of your phone flashes with images while you watched a game broadcasting from the east coast, it's nearly over, halfway through the third and not going the way you wanted it to. That wasn't the point, though. At least you get to watch a few hockey games while wandering around your arena, it wasn't like you were actually needed. You were simply there as an in case of an emergency kind of thing.

This was your routine when there was a home game. Let the team in, hangout until their practice was done, busying yourself with your work or hanging out in your office watching a game from across the country if there was one on. You didn't typically chill on the concourse or down in the locker area, only because it was hard to get signal. That and you didn't want to be accused of spying on the other team. Not that that was a thing, but you always worried. Some teams got a bit touchy about the opposition seeing them practice before the game.

It made your eyes roll, but you supposed you could understand it. You hadn't made it very far down the tunnel before you'd gotten distracted by the game you'd called up to watch. It was hard not to get sucked into a hockey game, and the fact that somehow your cell signal had no trouble through all the cement this time made it easy for you to pause and just... watch the game.

You're so plugged into the game blaring in your ears, you don't even notice the sounds on the ice have ceased. Perhaps you have the volume up too loud, perhaps you're too focused on the high-speed plays you're watching and the heart racing commentary that's being screamed into your ears. Whatever it is, you practically jump out of your skin when something, someone, taps you on the shoulder. You know you screamed, but you could barely hear it until you plucked the earbuds from your ears.

You heart races as you whirl around, mind screaming at you, make up wild scenarios, all not even remotely possible where you are. Overreact much? It takes more seconds than you would like to admit for the image of the person in front of you to catch up to your brain and you recognize that someone from the other team is standing in front of you.

He's tall on his skates and you have to look up to fully understand who you're looking at, it's not just a practice jersey with the eye of a storm in the center. His face is unobstructed by the helmet you're so used to seeing players wear, though the red line across his forehead tells you it's only recently been removed. His blonde hair is slick with sweat and pushed back from his face. It's not just any player from the opposing team, you know who you're staring at - Teuvo Teravainen. You do your best to feign indifference as your heart starts to race for another reason. You may or may not have a few of his jerseys in your collection of hockey memorabilia. You weren't about to fess up to the truth.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he says just before his lips press into a thin line and his bright blue eyes dip down at the corners. The apology is as clear as the eyes that look at you. His accent is thick but it's smooth and his words are honest.

"You didn't," you lie. It's a lie neither of you believes if the skeptical look that's being reflected at you through those blue eyes was anything to go by. Even if you hadn't done your best imitation of a damsel about to be killed in the latest cheesy horror flick, your pulse was moving faster than a hockey puck shot across the ice. "Okay, maybe you did... A little. That's what I get for not paying attention."

You stuff the phone in your team hoodie pocket, the earbuds following suit. You're technically out of uniform for your line of work but at this moment you hardly care. It's early and cold down in the tunnel. The sweatshirt covers your suit pants and blouse making you look like a strange mashup of a professional and a straight-up hockey fan.

"What can I help you with?" You ask in your most professional voice. You do your best to ignore the heat that's started to creep up your neck as the embarrassment of the situation finally settles between your shoulder blades. First impressions are always something you pride yourself on, this was not an impression you wanted to leave on anyone, let alone this someone.

"I, uh," his lips press together again, a habit you've noticed throughout the games you've watched, he does when he's looking for a word in a language still very much foreign to him. "The puck broke the glass."

A smile spreads across your lips wide enough that your eyes crinkle at the corners and your top teeth bite softly into your bottom lip. "Oh, that's exciting!" You tell him honestly. It's a pain in the ass, as everyone knows, but it always gave you a weird rush of joy to see that happen. "Did you break it or was it someone else on the team?" It's not meant as a tease, more wondering who you should be impressed with, but you're pretty sure he thinks you're teasing him if the blush that creeps over his pale cheeks is anything to go by.

"I did it," he admits, "I'm sorry." And he truly looks it.

You do your best to wave off the apology, truly there is nothing to be sorry for. It's a piece of glass being hit with hard rubber biscuits at speeds that cops would pull drivers over for. It's a wonder more glass doesn't break. "I can get maintenance to get that fixed right up, don't even worry about it. Give me a few minutes, yeah?"

"Thank you," he says, his smile matching yours. It's the first smile you've seen from him since he walked up and scared the shit out of you. He's got a nice smile, you think, though not for the first time. "And uh, I'm sorry for scaring you, honestly"

Your smile softens almost instantly and you feel the warmth of a blush creep up again. "It's fine, seriously. You're not nearly as scary as the game I was watching."

"What game?" He asks because of course, he has to ask.

"Uh," you say, top teeth worrying into your bottom lip. "Just, an eastern conference game. I'm from back east so... I try to keep up with the teams."

"Who were you rooting for?" He asks, clearly still interested in what you were watching.

"Not the team that was winning," you say honestly.

"Who was losing?" He knows you're dancing around the answers, likely sure you're trying not to admit that you root for a team that wasn't the one you worked for.

You sigh softly and pull your phone out of your pocket and open the screen. The score is 3-2 Flyers over Maple Leafs and you gasp. "Holy shit," you say staring at the score, "they won! You made me miss it!" You turn your phone around to show him the score, but you're kind of laughing. Of fucking course, your shit team finds a way to pull a win out of their ass when you aren't watching.

"I'm very sorry," he says again. It's the second or third time he's apologized to you in the span of the maybe ten minutes the two of you have been standing there talking. He didn't make you miss it, even if he kind of did. You'd missed most of the game before you'd tuned in anyway. "You should let me make it up to you."

Your laugh dies softly on your lips and your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline. "Oh yeah?" you say, a smirk growing at the corning of your lips, "How do you plan on doing that?"

"Dessert" he offers, "after the game, perhaps. As an apology for bothering you."

He hadn't bothered you, not really, but you're certainly not going to say no to a sweet treat. "Yeah, okay. I mean," you roll your eyes a little, the smirk on your lips growing, "it's the least you can do. It's not every day the Flyers actually win and I did miss it because of you." You're joking. The grin on your lips tells him so. It's kind of fun being playful with a member of your team's opposition.

"That's very true. Winning isn't what they're known for," he says with a laugh. If others had said that, it would have needled you, but it didn't bother you coming from him, not when coupled with the dimples on his cheek and the light shining from his eyes.

"Let me go get maintenance to fix the glass and we can finalize our plans, yeah? I know just the place you can take me." Your grin is big and bright, you don't even bother trying to hide your pleasure at the turn the conversation had taken.

"Sure! Oh, I'm Teuvo, by the way," he says extending his hand out to you.

"I know," you tell him with a smile, "I'm Y/N. I'll be right back."

It takes you a moment to excuse yourself from his gaze but once you have, you're on your way to locating Chuck, your resident handyman. He'll be able to fix the glass and get the rink back to snuff so that the rest of the Hurricanes practice can continue without a hitch. If you're a little distracted by the idea of going to dinner with Teuvo, well, no one needs to know that, right?

#teuvo teravainen imagine #nhl imagine #carolina hurricanes imagine

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cravingcrazewriting · 5 years ago

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An Off-Feeling {Treebros}

A/N- Me??? Writing trans Evan whenever possible??? It's more likely than you think.

The Murphy household wasn't exactly paradise. Well, according to what Connor says, at least. That was why he and Evan always settled to stay at his house, as it was more quiet, peaceful, and in general, comfortable.

At first, when Evan brought Connor over for the first time, he felt self conscious about it. He'd never had been ashamed of his house, because he'd only seen it as such. It was where he grew up, spent most of his time at, and hid many things he didn't want Connor to find or see.

Like childhood pictures. Heidi still had pictures hanging from when he was just a little kid, but that was far before he even started transitioning. Evan understood the sentimental value, he really did, it was just inconvenient to turn them around, put them away, and set them back up when he wasn't out to Connor.

Since Heidi wasn't around much, their house was a bit messy. Evan tried not to let stuff build up, but he procrastinated a lot, and sometimes he was just clueless on cleaning and needed to wait for Heidi to help him. His room was somewhat tidy, because he didn't really go out and collect stuff, but he still had more than enough clothes than he knew what to do with.

The final factor however, was the size. Even from outside, it looked huge, much bigger than his own. When he went inside it, the walls rose above him, thick hallways making travel easy and assessable. They had a basement that apparently was filled with workout equipment that Connor apparently used on bad days. Their dining room and kitchen were separated, having a doorway for usage. In the living room, it was filled with furniture Evan knew none of the Murphy's used enough, paintings and family portraits hung proudly on the wall. Outside was a ginormous, magneficent garden, filled with a variety of flowers and plants. Evan loved that garden. The upstairs area had far too many rooms than the Murphy's knew what to do with, as they've said themselves.

So yeah, it was a big house. Evan's just had the ground floor, all connected living room, dining room, and kitchen, with a small bathroom, among with a small set of stairs that lead to his bedroom, Heidi's bedroom, and another bathroom. That was it. That was all they had.

Connor liked his house. He said it was nice to have empty space filled, less space to worry about, and in general the comfortableness it brought. Connor explained that his house felt like a trophy. All it was good for was showing off and filling space.

But with Evan's house, he argued it was like a sovienor. Always bringing back memories from the past to look upon proudly of, to be happy about, and to feel homey. But recently, he admitted he started to feel just a little more comfortable there when things started changing (like when he went on medication, for instance).

And while Connor drove him back home at eleven at night, Evan knew he was just trying to protect him, specifically from whatever nasty fight would break out in that household. After their first fight, Evan explained that he hated fighting, simply because of what happened with his parents. They would always fight, and it put a large dent on both their relationship and friendship. The only time Heidi ever brought up Mark was if he was asking her if he could come down to Colorado to visit. Aside from that, they didn't talk anymore. And with some very strong feelings Evan had been developing for the latter for quite a while, he was not willing to say anything about it, especially with what his parents went through.

So it was a bit of a surprise when Connor asked him if he wanted to sleep over.

"It's just cause no one else will be around," he'd said sheepishly, "so we won't have to worry about my family fighting. Plus we always sleep over at your place, and I just... I want you to be comfortable there, like I am with yours."

At first, Evan didn't make a big deal out of it. It wasn't a big deal, really. It was just change, and even though change was scary, it'd be okay, because it was just Connor, who was sweet and understanding. Connor, who just wanted to have a nice time with him. Their sleepovers were usually nice and chill, so it wouldn't be a big deal, right?

Yeah no, he was wrong.

The second Evan entered Connor's house, duffel bag in hand, he felt his stomach twist and turn for no reason whatsoever. Even though Connor was just talking to him about stuff they could do, like play board games, mess around on his Xbox 1, or just do whatever Evan wanted. Which was nice, and caused a momentarily distraction.

But then he had to bring up sleeping arrangements.

Connor explained that he could either take his bed for the night, or that they could share. Which wasn't something that was uncommon by this point, as they always slept together on Evan's bed, with a respectable pillow wall to block one another off.

Unfortunately, the pillow wall almost always came crashing down.

It was pretty much guaranteed that Evan would find them both huddled up to the center of the bed, varying from their backs pressed against one another's, to Evan finding himself laying half on-top of Connor. Evan still worried about Connor waking up and ruining the moment (he liked watching Connor sleep, because that's when he's the most at peace), but if he did, Connor was groggy along with confused, so he'd just pull Evan closer and fall back asleep.

Still, Evan agreed to sleep with him, because he knew they'd end up cuddling, and in that moment, it didn't sound like a bad idea at all.

Up the set of stairs the duo went, and into Connor's room. It was bigger than Evan's, but usually had clothes scattered on the ground, sketchbooks laid out on his desk, and his laptop laying on his twin sized bed. Only this time, it seemed Connor's small bed had been upgraded to a queen size, and it looked relatively clean. If Evan didn't know any better, he'd say Connor cleaned to impress him.

"Take a seat wherever," Connor shut the door behind Evan. "I was thinking of putting Rocket League on to play."

Ironically, both pairs of the duo had the game. It was one they liked, mainly to laugh at how bad they were at it.

"Sure," Evan tentatively sat on his bed, not wanting to ruffle the sheets.

Despite this, it didn't help the unsettlement Evan had residing in his chest. It was like his stomach and heart was playing tug of war, causing immense discomfort. The fact that Connor was sitting on the ground while playing certainly didn't help, and he didn't really know why. He could easily just slid down and onto the ground to join him, but would that be weird? Would Connor think he didn't like his bed? Would he think he was being too forward?

Yeesh, did Connor freak out this much when he spent the night?

"Hey," Connor hit Evan's knee, but in a weird, affectionate kind of way, to grab his attention. "You want something to eat?"

"Um, like what?" Evan set his controller aside to give him his attention.

"Like ordering out? We can get some Chinese, Dominos, stuff like that," finally, Connor took the opportunity to sit on the bed next to him.

"If it's okay to," Evan feebly said. He didn't want Connor to go out of his way to get food.

Connor gave him this sweet, comforting smile that made Evan remind himself not to do anything stupid, because it left him swooning. "I don't mind ordering stuff. Kinda makes it more fun. We always ordered stuff when we did this at your place."

Evan was tempted to argue that they didn't really have a lot to eat there, anyways, but resisted the urge. "Er— I'm fine with anything."

"Well I better not hear any complaining about what I get," Connor teased him, poking his ribs and hooking an arm around his shoulders.

Although he wouldn't admit it, Evan liked physical contact, especially with Connor, but it was weird, right? Friends weren't supposed to be super cuddly, but yet they were. And yeah, he knew there was the exception where it could be platonic and friendly, but since Evan liked him they couldn't be like that. There was no way he had any sort of chance with Connor.

He flashed a shy smile at him, "I won't. You— you know I'm not p-picky."

"And thank god for that," he shook him slightly, before letting go of him and standing up.

They migrated downstairs and camped out in the living room as they waited for a cheese pizza Connor ordered to arrive. Despite Connor occupying Evan with whatever 'totally not-scary' horror film, Evan still felt uneasy. Maybe it was because of the dramatic jump scares in the movie, or the ever so prominent emptiness the large house brought about.

About halfway through the movie, after the pizza was delivered, and both had eaten a couple of slices, Connor finally noticed Evan's discomfort for the movie.

He could tell the question 'why didn't you tell me you were actually scared?' lingered on his lips, but Connor knew Evan didn't always speak his mind. So, he simply said, "Sorry, I.. I didn't think it'd scare you. Let's find something else."

Connor ended up putting on The Emperor's New Groove, after learning Evan had never seen it. He kept an arm around Evan at all times throughout the movie, making sure he felt safe.

Which well, he didn't. Evan didn't know why, but he didn't feel safe. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was a specific reason as to why he was just so uncomfortable. Evan was almost positively sure it wasn't the movie that was causing this. It was just a movie (even if it did make him feel uneasy).

The remaining slices of pizza were stored in the fridge for the next day, where Connor insisted he took it home so he wouldn't have to worry about ordering for a little while.

Sometimes Evan could only wonder how he ended up by Connor Murphy's side. Sometimes he wished for more with him, but that was being greedy, right? Connor already put up with him as it was, and he would not like him like that.

Unfortunately, Evan's discomfort for the house didn't seem to disappear as he'd hoped, but rather kept getting worse and worse. No matter the distractions he had, it always lingered in the back of his mind. It wasn't even a direct thought, but just the feeling of unease, that wouldn't release its grip on Evan. As they played truth or dare, tried to learn various card games, or even just watch tv, the feeling was a relentless toll on Evan. As further as the night progressed, the more Evan wished he could be home in his bed, where he actually felt okay.

Just before Connor was about to shower, he finally addressed the elephant in the room. "You aren't having a good time, are you?"

That wasn't the complete truth, because deep down, yeah, he was having a good time. A great time, actually, even if it didn't seem like it. "No— I... I am."

It was obvious that was not what Connor though, as he turned his head and hugged his arms. "You don't have to lie, you know. I thought we established that."

"No!" Evan was suddenly loud, and it made Connor jump in surprise. "It's not that. I really am having a— a nice time, it's just..."

Connor gazed at him kind of sadly, "... Just what?"

"I don't feel okay. This usually doesn't happen when we're at my house, a-and I feel like I'm gonna vomit, and I don't know what's wrong—" Evan cut himself off, feeling tears prickle in his eyes. No. There was no way he was crying in front of Connor.

But suddenly he was in front of him, cold hands holding onto his sweaty ones in comparison, "Hey hey, it's okay if you're not okay. Maybe... maybe you need a little bit of your house over here?"

Evan shrugged feebly, not knowing what that really meant.

Connor stood, and was grabbing things from his room. He held a notebook, earbuds, and was gather a large, fluffy blanket in his arms. He gently coaxed Evan under the covers, and let him burry himself under them, placing a teddy bear by his side, gently setting the notebook and pencil on his lap, and plugged in his headphones to his phone so a certain playlist would start to play.

"There. No white noise, just you, your poetry, and a cuddly pal to keep you company," Connor smiled sweetly. "I'll be in later. I'm gonna shower, but knock if you need anything."

Surprisingly, all of this helped a lot, despite the persistent worry in his chest. Evan supposed he just needed time to get used to Connor's house, as it was still a big, unknown mystery to him.

And when Connor came in later, asking if he needed to take off his binder, which he responded with a laugh "No, I actually got my top surgery weeks ago", and was left with him demanding answers to how it went, how he was feeling, all of that, he knew he'd make it through the night.

#connor murphy #dear evan hansen #connor #deh #evan #evan hansen #treebros #convan #trans evan #sleepovers

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nightofnyx8 · 5 years ago

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Fearless

I sat down to write about a month ago and this story kind of came out. I’ve always liked the dynamic Beast Boy and Raven have, especially because they are polar opposites. But because I’m a sucker for seeing how couples complement each other, a little oneshot for them made me happy. I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!

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Red.

Violent, unforgiving red.

The very color that connected her to the unholy demon that had brought her into existence.

It filled her mind quickly. Rage. Panic. Terror.

She saw him, his one slitted eye mocking her through his orange and black mask.

“This is it, Raven.” He taunted. “This is what you were born to do.”

And then she saw their faces, crying out to her, begging her to save them. Lead filled her limbs and the ground opened up beneath her feet. She screamed as she fell into the black abyss, the sound of her father’s merciless laughter waiting for her below.

Down.

Gone.

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“NO!”

Rachel bolted upright, clutching at the sheets for support. The blurred edges around her vision sharpened as she realized where she was.

The moonlight shed a soft beam into the bedroom, illuminating the dresser against the wall. The faded wallpaper was barely visible between the crowded picture frames. Her husband snored softly beside her.

Just another nightmare.

Rachel sighed, gathering her sweaty, plastered hair up into a ponytail. This was getting old. At least she hadn’t woken up Gar. The one good thing about her sleep-like-a-rock husband was that she could make all the noise in the world and he would still be snoring peacefully, not a care in the world. Sometimes she envied him for that.

Her sight rested upon the old beaten up alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. The numbers 3:38 AM glared at her in a blocky, sinister red.

The exact shade as her father.

Exasperated, she slid out of bed and walked into the kitchen. Maybe some tea would calm her down a little, and perhaps a good book to lull her back to sleep. She just couldn’t ignore the pounding voices in her head that reached every inch of her.

They were in danger. They were all in terrible danger.

But that was unreasonable. They had just visited Dick and Kory yesterday to help them move into their new house, and Victor started his new job last week. Everything was perfectly normal. There was absolutely no reason to freak out over nothing.

But is this really nothing? Her mind whispered softly. What if you’re the only one who can save them?

Rachel suppressed the thought and she wandered through the cluttered kitchen looking for her tea boxes. Gar’s organization skills left a little to be desired, and so whenever it was his turn to clean the kitchen everything sort of became more chaotic than it had been before. She finally found a nice lemon flavor and set some water to boil.

Danger. The voice warned.

Herbal Tea. Rachel countered back.

She left the stove to search a bookshelf nearby. You could always find a book whenever you needed in the cozy home she shared with Gar. There were books on the dining table, next to the couches, hiding the countertops, and even in the bathroom. Her Shakespeare was often mixed in with Gar’s comics, so every pile provided an interesting selection depending on what you were in the mood for. At first, it had annoyed Rachel how cluttered everything felt, but over the years she had grown more comfortable as she now just felt the familiar sense of home. Her house had an order, even if no one else but she and Gar understood it.

She ran her finger along the spines of a couple of old hardbacks, anticipating the stories that they held between their pages. The Castle of Otranto? Or perhaps a fantasy, like Inkheart. She decided finally upon a dystopian novel when she heard the tea kettle whistle and hurried to turn the heat down. She had just taken it off the stove when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Awake at this hour, Rae?” Gar’s voice sounded groggy and sleepy. “This is the third night in a row.”

Apparently, he could be awoken from time to time.

“I just can’t sleep Gar.” She replied simply. “The voices are getting stronger.”

Anyone who didn’t know Rachel would have thought this sentence to be strange, but it hadn’t phased Gar since he had met her so many years ago in Jump City.

“What are they saying this time?” He inquired. He went to the fridge and drank his almond milk straight from the carton.

“The same. Their faces keep showing up in my dreams, and everyone keeps ending up dead.”

“But everything’s fine, Rae,” Gar said. “We’re all fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just…it won’t stop.”

Garfield smiled. “I think all these books are finally getting to your head. Come on, let’s go back to bed, I’ll be right beside you.”

Rachel signed. “Maybe you’re right.” She said. “Just let me enjoy some tea and I’ll be up in a moment.”

Gar grinned and turned to exit the kitchen. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. We’ll go visit everyone again tomorrow when—” He stopped suddenly as the sound of something breaking startled him. He spun around to see Rachel on the floor, clutching her head in her hands, the shattered pieces the tea kettle spilling hot water onto the floor.

“Rachel!” He rushed forward and grabbed her. “What’s wrong?!”

She could feel her eyes glowing with power as her body stretched unnaturally. Then she crunched back into a ball as something seared from within, torturing her.

“Rachel, please! Come back to me!” Gar’s pleadings finally drew his wife out of her trance and the power inside ceased attacking her.

“Rae?”

Gar held her in his arms and tried to warm her clammy body. She was shaking, pale and sweaty. Suddenly she grabbed hold of his arm and looked up at him with frightened eyes.

“Garfield.” She whispered hoarsely. “They won’t s-stop! They won’t stop!”

“Shhh.” He pushed back the loose hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “It’s alright. I’m here, Rachel. I’m right here.”

He held her tightly, trying to soothe her shaking, ragged breaths. Rachel hated feeling this way, so…not in control. She hated even more that Gar had to see her that way. She knew how to control her fear, she knew how to level her mind.

So why wasn’t this time the same?

She could still see them every time she closed her eyes, their expressions seared into her mind. Dick, Kory, Victor, Garfield, all crying out on the ground, slowly fading until she was the only one left. What was happening to her?

She had become so lost in her thoughts that when Gar spoke she nearly jumped out of his arms.

“Do you still remember that movie we watched in the tower?” His voice sounded so far away, sliding its way through the cracks in her mind.

“What?”

“The horror movie. And you kept insisted that you’re weren’t scared until your emotions found another way out? And how they didn’t go away until you admitted your fear?”

“Yes…” She paused. How was this relevant?

“Well,” He caressed her hair between his fingers. “Maybe you’re scared of something now, and so your dreams are manifesting your fear. Maybe all this has something to do with, you know, Slade.”

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut again. That undead monster had given the Titans a right good scare a week ago, when he had suddenly appeared in Bludhaven, ten years after since the last time they saw him. He had said nothing, did nothing, only watched them from the news station tower. Dick had been searching for clues ever since, going through old piles of evidence, even searching the old tower in Jump City. Victor said it was nothing to worry about now, but Rachel wasn’t so sure. She could still feel his iron hands clamped around her arms, forcing her to face the destiny she never wanted. His voice taunted her in her mediations, his masked face blurring into that of Trigons’. She was used to criminals whose agendas were simple and easy to expose. But she had never quite forgotten the mercenary who had gotten so deep inside her head.

“Victor said we couldn’t do anything right now, and there’s no reason to—"

“Rachel, it’s okay to be scared.”

She looked at him, his green eyes speaking a thousand words that she could somehow understand. She reached out and cupped her hand to his cheek, feeling his warmth spread through her fingers.

“I just can’t lose you, Gar. Any of you.”

He slipped his own hand over hers, bringing her fingers down to his lips. “I know, Rachel, I know. But I can’t lose you either. I can’t lose you…to yourself. Slade always messes with our minds. Don’t you remember what he did to Dick with just a little bit of dust?”

She shivered, not wanting to recall the horrifying mirages that had haunted the Boy Wonder’s head after he had been exposed to some hallucinating substance off of Slade’s mask.

“Don’t give him another second of your time. Don’t give him that satisfaction. If he wants to fight, then we’ll fight. But we’re done playing games with him.”

It took some time, but she could begin to see some sense in what Gar was saying. Slade was a madman yes, and his methods were never quite clear. But they had learned from experience that the more they tried to expose his plans, the worse off they became in the end. No, the best defense right now was to get a grip on what was real, and what was not.

She felt a small smile tug on her lips. No matter how much he drove her up the wall with his antics, her Garfield always had a knack for saying just the right thing when you needed it the most.

“Of course, if he really wants to play games, we could just invite him over to play Mega Monkeys 3. Vic and I would kick his butt through the roof.”

Rachel scowled. “We’re having a moment.”

“And I am joyfully ruining it.” He said playfully, pulling her into a kiss that made her forget whatever retort she was about to give him. “Come one, no use crying over spilled tea. Let’s get you back to bed.”

After a few more minutes of his lame jokes and gentle kisses he goaded from her, they both found themselves back in the bed she so wanted to escape from an hour ago. Gar propped himself up on his elbow to face her.

“We can call Kory tomorrow and see if that Hobbit she likes has found anything on Slade. Besides, you know you need your Mar’i fix.”

“Don’t you mean yourself?”

He smirked. “You know you need it, even if you won’t admit it. Everyone knows Auntie Raven is her favorite!”

She groaned and he laughed, driving away the darkness. He turned off the lamp on the nightstand and pulled the covers up to block the cold wintry air. She felt his fingers stroke her cheek, his face soft and assuring in the veiled moonlight.

For a moment, she thought he was going to say something profound, just as the achingly tragic characters in her books often said to their lovers.

Instead, the corners of his lips turned upward in a knowing smirk.

“And if that creep shows up in your dreams again, you tell him to come after moi. Nothing’s getting through this Beastly Man.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Idiot. Just shut up and hold me.”

He chuckled quietly, nestling her between his arms. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, feeling the constant beating of his heart.

And for the first time in three days, her sleep became dreamless.

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