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dreametheworld · 1 year
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how terrible it is / to love something death can touch
1) anne carson, eros the bittersweet // 2) billy-ray belcourt, a history of my brief body // 3) the haunting of bly manor (2020) // 4) lee martens // 5) albert camus, state of siege // 6) death cab for cutie, i will follow you into the dark // 7) mary zimmerman, metamorphoses // 8) the last of us (2023) // 9) hozier, work song // 10) keaton henson, you // 11) madeline miller, the song of achilles // 12) achilles and the body of patroclus, nikolai ge (1855) // 13) emily brontë, wuthering heights // 14) a star is born, i’ll never love again // 15) halsey, graveyard // 16) evanescence, my immortal // 17) the haunting of hill house (2018) // 18) imagine dragons, wrecked // 19) hadestown, wait for me (intro) // 20) carl andreas august goost, orpheus and eurydice (1826) // 21) the mountain goats, no children // 22) fred elwell, the wedding dress (1911) // 23) p!nk, who knew // 24) shannon barry // 25) jamie anderson // 26) wandavision (2021) // 27) taylor swift, seven // 28) franchesca cox // 29) halsey, ya’aburnee // 30) the lovers of valdaro, found in mantua in 2007
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little-pondhead · 3 months
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Danny moved to Gotham.
Freakshow is touring in Gotham.
Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.
Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.
Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.
Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.
Danny turns to the Joker for help.
The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.
Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.
Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.
#pondhead blurbs#dpxdc#how we feeling about this fellas#i think it's an ideal angst fic#but i don't wanna write it lol#the younger danny is the worse it gets#someone said that danny shouldn't be afraid of the joker because he's a clown and freakshow is a ringmaster. not a clown#if i find that post i'll tag the creator cause i can't remember rn#but i'm imagining danny who is heavily traumatized and scared and lonely#finding out that one of his worst enemies he hoped to never see again is hunting him and is so close danny has to check his eyes every day#just to make sure they haven't turned red#his anxiety is out of control and he's not about to go find a Bat or Bird to talk to#who would believe him anyways? he's a monster#but danny needs help cause he will not survive this on his own and he knows it#freakshow haunts his every waking dream#but freakshow isn't from gotham. he doesn't have the city's curses engraved into his blood. he never died and he's not truly teasing death#so danny chooses to plead for help from the only predator bigger than freakshow (in his eyes) who IS from gotham#danny goes to the Joker. prepared to offer everything but his free will and free mind. he can't give those up. it's all he has.#danny is a feral house cat asking a tiger to take care of a mountain lion for him by offering the tiger his own liver on a silver platter#joker is...delighted? maybe? no one is quite sure. but he takes what danny offers.#here is this little boy. almost the same age as the second robin when he died. pleading for the JOKER to be his savior. this will be fun
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hiiiii, what about a prologue of you last fic "kill it"... about the day with the haunted house 😁😁 him feeling sooooo bad when sees she's crying 🥺
I can't even lie, I didn't think about writing that little side-story up. But it's so perfectly timed for October and Halloween, it would be criminal not write it and post it. Thank you for requesting this, bc otherwise I never would've written it.
Bad Boyfriend - LN
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Lando isn't overly invested in Halloween, but since his girlfriend mentioned going to a haunted house, he figured he'd humour her, even if he's not going to dress up with much effort.
"No. Baby, that's sort unfair you cannot go as a highlighter in your own merch." Y/n whines as she stands dressed as a pirate. A sexy pirate that is far too tempting for Lando to stop himself from thinking about what's underneath that costume.
"I'm actually more creatively dressed than you, baby. Who else is going to go as a highlight?" Lando argues while she scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"You're wearing black trousers!"
"Nothing is good enough for you, is it?" Lando jokes before standing up. "Shall we get going? Everyone else is gonna be waiting for us."
"Since when do you care about being late?"
"I don't but I also don't want to waste time when you could definitely try and get me to change into something else. I'm not going to, don't try." Lando grins before offering his hand. "I wouldn't want to accidentally show you up anyway."
Y/n grumbles but allows him to guide them out, mainly because she does care about being late and doesn't want to risk it.
Lando drives them to the location looking at the group who awaiting them, because they did stop for snacks and drinks for after the haunted house.
"You guys are late!" Max exclaims looking at his best friend who is completely unbothered and just shrugs. "You did not seriously go with the stupid highlighter suggestion while you girlfriend looks like she just came straight off the set of the Pirates of the Caribbean."
"He did and no, he doesn't care that I clearly put a lot of effort into this for us to have cute insta posts. But that's fine. I'll just post with you instead." Y/n smiles earning a slightly annoyed expression since her boyfriend isn't hard to make jealous.
"Oh bad mood triggered." Ria laughs before y/n rolls her eyes and moves to her boyfriend linking her hand with his.
"Let's get moving, I've wanted to come to one of these for so long." Y/n beams before tugging Lando with her and leading the way in, she has the tickets anyway so she hands them over before they're all allowed in.
It takes all of 3 minutes for Lando to go from being led by his girlfriend to being used as a human shield while she looks around in complete terror. At some point the rest of the group has fallen behind while she tries to rush through the rest of it.
When an axe-wielding clown that admittedly looks more unhinged than even Lando is comfortable with appears, he decides it's time to reverse things. Yanking y/n out in front of him and teasing her as he pushes her in front of the paid actor who is doing a little too good of a job.
"Lando!" Y/n screams trying to push back put he's overpowering her.
"It's ok, baby. Just say hi." Lando laughs, his own fear overshadowed by amusement.
The clown gets closer spinning the axe before another couple arrive on the scene and seem to target her, playing into Lando's plan to scare her.
"Let go. No-Baby, please." Y/n hiccups as tears begin to pool.
"It's haunted house, baby. They're not actually going to hurt you." Not short of being sued by Lando since if she walked away with a scratch he'd take the whole company to court.
One of the guys jumps forward, maybe only an inch or so from actually touching y/n which is when she throws herself backwards in reaction making both Lando and her fall before. Though Lando does realise she's crying pretty hard, enough to ruin her make up and make him feel pretty bad.
"Hey, the way out?" Lando shouts frowning at the men who seem to notice the tone difference and point to the emergency exit. They know when enough is enough, even if Lando was the one to blame for pushing her too far.
Despite him being the entire reason for her being so upset. She does cling onto him and let him basically carry her out of there.
The cool October air and relief of being away from everyone makes her calm down.
“Ok, you’re fine. All safe and sound.” Lando smiles then kissing her as he wipes the tears away.
But once her initial upset of the trauma wears off, she shoves him back.
“You asshole, you just held me there on purpose and let them scare me!” Y/n frowns with more tears appearing since she’s now really upset at him.
"It was too far...I'm sorry baby." Lando admits since he really can't argue that he was doing anything right, he does manage to close in on her. "I'm sorry I ruined the fun. We can go grab some food? Any food you want."
"All the sugar I want."
"It is Halloween and I ruined the haunted house so yes. Definitely, all the sugar you want." Lando laughs then wiping under her eyes. "And I may have indirectly ruined your makeup too."
Y/n sniffles then smiling at Lando.
"Do something like that again and I'll never talk to you again." Y/n murmurs while he smiles at her with a small laugh but agrees quickly.
Y/n is half way through loading Lando's arms up with treats, that he definitely can't eat, everyone else catches up with them. Having actually gone through the whole haunted house and finished the experience.
"Hey, where'd you guys go?" Max asks making Lando sigh.
"I was a bad boyfriend and did something that made her cry. So we left through an emergency exit." Lando explains watching everyone look at him in alarm. "I know, I'm a bad boyfriend."
"So you're buying her sugar to compensate?"
"Yeah. I'll make it up to her later too." Lando smirks earning a grimace but Max doesn't comment as y/n appears with more stuff to load into Lando's arms. "Anything else?"
"No. I think I'm done." Y/n smiles then looking at Max. "He's a bad boyfriend."
"That's exactly what he said." Max hums while she nods and then gestures for Lando to pay for everything. Max waits until Lando is out of hearing range. "I hope you're going to rinse him for this. I can see how guilty he's feeling and you can drag this out for a while."
Y/n smiles knowing that Max is completely right.
"Ok, so onto the movie marathon?" Lando asks knowing that they have plans to follow up after this and the snacks y/n is going to be devoured throughout those movie with him being forced fed one or two things so he doesn't feel too left out.
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rootsmachine · 1 year
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misty quigley // the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson
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inkbybambi · 2 months
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imagine going to a haunted house with your friend, she gets so freaked out she runs ahead and you trip and fall and can’t catch up to her.
ghost sees you, stalking toward you with a knife and you suddenly can’t breath, tears streaming down your cheeks as you choke on a sob and beg for him to stop.
you’re hyperventilating, trying to crawl away but backed into the corner of the hallway, and you’re absolutely shaking from fear. it’s hard to catch your breath, feeling like your chest is collapsing in on itself, fat tears still falling and dripping from your jaw.
ghost puts the knife away, holds out his hands in a placating manner but you’re still too scared, still begging him to stay away.
he uses a radio to call for someone, and you watch as a gentleman — no costume, no fake blood or weapons — comes to you. ghosts turns the other way to keep others away as the man crouches in front of you, blue eyes deep with worry, a frown pulling on his lips.
“you’re alright, sweetheart,” he says in this raspy drawl. “can you walk for me?”
all you can do is whimper and shake your head, unable to stop glancing over his shoulder, wondering if ghost is going to come back, if someone else — someone worse — will appear in his stead.
“i gotcha,” he says, carefully scooping you up in his arms, making sure to not jostle your ankle too much as he takes you through a door, the atmosphere not as suffocating.
he gently places you on a chair, still worried, checking you over for anything he might’ve missed. he looks so soft, his distinct facial hair trimmed and kept, eyes gentle.
“‘’m john,” he says, and you find it within yourself to give him your name back.
he politely ignores the crack in your voice.
“you okay?” he asks as he places a hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb gently over and over.
“m-my friend,” you begin, voice thick and tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, catching on another hiccup. “she really wanted to go to this but none of our other friends wanted to and she looked so sad and i hate scary stuff, but i went with her anyway and then i tripped and she ran off and never came back for me,” you babble through increasingly thickening tears, reaching out for his shoulders and curling your fingers into his shirt, for comfort, to ground you.
he cups your cheek, thumb wiping away your tears, holding back his tongue on how your friend left you.
“let’s get you out of here, hm?”
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politemagic · 14 days
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everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!
edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested
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lovewanxian · 11 months
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A-Yuan: I'd like to go to a haunted house like in one of your stories, Xian-gege
Wei Wuxian: What's wrong with the one we live in?
A-Yuan: What?
Wei Wuxian: Good night, A-Yuan!
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wonbriiize · 5 months
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pairing; wonbin x reader
genre; fluff, friends to lovers
warnings; a bit of cursing, mentions of blood + a few other (small) horror related things
note; it‘s a bit long again i‘m sorry ㅠㅠ i think i just have a habit of writing a lot lmao,, anyway thank you guys already for taking the time to read this <3
for you
in which you go to the amusement park with your friends and you decide to go into the haunted house as pairs. although one of your friends (wonbin) is scared of it, he pulls himself together because he doesn’t want you to go with anyone else…
“come on, it’s going to be so much fun. let’s go in pairs of two!” you suggest excitedly.
“then i‘m going to go with sohee,” seunghan puts his arm around his best friend who nods in agreement. shotaro and sungchan look at each other, already declaring that they’re the second pair. “i really don’t want to go with anton,” eunsok rolls his eyes in annoyance. anton laughs, knowing that eunsok is just joking. they love teasing each other. “oh, stop lying, there’s no one else you’d rather go with than me.” “well, if that thought makes you sleep at night..” eunsok can’t help but to smile.
you look over to wonbin who looks like he would rather jump off a cliff then to go inside the haunted house. shit, you had forgotten that he’s afraid of those things.
“wonbin, you probably don’t want to go, right?” sungchan asks him. everybody knows that wonbin is scared of horror related things.
wonbin shakes his head. “not really. i will just wait outside.”
“then who’s going to go with *y/n*?” shotaro looks over to you, feeling sorry since you don’t have a partner.
“i love haunted houses so i don’t mind going twice,” anton says, smiling over to you. “wouldn’t it be too boring for you the second time?” it was a very nice thought of anton but you don’t want him to feel like he’s wasting his time. anton shrugs. “no, it’s fine. i’ll keep myself entertained with laughing at you for being scared.” “this won’t happen, i don’t get scared easily,” you stick your tongue out to anton and he laughs.
throughout your whole conversation with anton, wonbin kept watching the two of you. he isn’t going to let that happen. if anyone should go with you, it should be him. he decides that his love for you is bigger than his fear of haunted houses.
“i changed my mind, i will go with *y/n*,” wonbin announces, stepping forward.
it’s an understatement to say that everyone was shocked. no, everyone was more than just shocked. sungchan almost chokes on the juice he is drinking right now. “park wonbin is this really you?”
wonbin looks confused with everyone’s reactions. “okay, it’s no biggie, you all can stop acting like this.” “i think this isn’t wonbin, he probably got abducted by aliens and this is just a clone or something,” seunghan actually looks terrified. wonbin smacks his head lightly. “oh, get a grip! so are we doing this or not?”
everyone was still pretty shocked, but you guys nod and start walking to the haunted house.
pair after pair, all of you go inside. first it was seunghan and sohee‘s turn. when they walk out of it, seunghan was laughing but sohee seriously looks like he has seen real ghosts inside. it is the same with shotaro and sungchan. sungchan has the biggest smile on his face but shotaro keeps clinging onto him because he is actually afraid.
after eunseok and anton come out, wonbin and you get ready to go inside.
eunsok and anton both don’t look that bothered so it gives you a good feeling that you won’t be that scared either (you have the same horror tolerance as the two of them). wonbin on the other hand is trying to control himself so no one sees how scared he already is.
“you know some of them run after you with fake knives,” eunseok whispers once we walk past them.
“are you serious?” wonbins eyes look like they might fall out.
eunseok doesn’t reply anything, he just winks and leaves wonbin and you alone in front of the haunted house.
you take a look at wonbin and notice how he’s trying his best to look calm, but he’s failing miserably. his expression is exposing that he’s afraid.
when wonbin feels you intertwining your arms together, he instantly feels at ease. you notice that, which makes you smile.
“ready?”
“no, but let’s go,” wonbin takes one last deep breath and you two start walking into the haunted house.
it’s so dark you guys can barely see anything. there’s something hanging down from the roof, it looks like a spiderweb. all of sudden, you feel something on your head and you scream, scaring wonbin as well. he starts screaming with you.
“WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING??”
“THERE IS SOMETHING ON MY HEAD TAKE IT AWAY!!”
you stop screaming when wonbin pulls you closer. he looks over your head. “there is nothing.” “i swear i felt something.”“well whatever it was, it’s gone now,” wonbin steps back but you notice that he’s holding your hand. trying to play it cool, you clear your throat. “okay let’s move on.”
both of you walk, hand in hand, further into the haunted house. sometimes, there’s a few jumpscares which makes you both scream, but so far, there’s nothing too scary in this haunted house. even wonbin is doing fine.
“it’s not that bad actually,” he says. “i know right. it’s kind of fun,” you admit. “why did you change your mind though?”
“what do you mean?”
“why did you decide that you wanted to go into the haunted house too?”
this question catches wonbin offguard. he takes a few minutes to answer. “do you want me to be honest?”
okay, you think, this is getting deep now. you didn’t expect him to be that serious.
“uhm.. yeah?”
wonbin stops walking and turns around to you, still holding your hand.
“it’s ‘cause i didn’t want anyone else to go with you,” he admits, looking straight into your eyes. “it’s either me or no one. i changed my mind to prove to you that this is how much i like you.. i‘m willing to face my fears for you.”
now this catches you offguard.
wonbin has never said something like that ever before to you. sure, you did think that maybe there’s something true about what the guys have said to you.. wonbin likes you, they said. like, when sungchan came up to you a while ago and said that whenever anyone of them mentions your name, wonbin starts having the biggest smile on his face. of course he tries to hide it but he’s very bad at doing so.
another time, shotaro sat down next to you on the couch and whispered that wonbin has a crush on you. of course you thought that he was joking, but shortly after that, wonbin squeezed himself between the two of you. there was literally no space left but wonbin still didn’t care.
so yeah, you have thought about the possibility of him liking you.. you just never thought that it’s actually true.
the second you open your mouth to say something, your eyes wander to what’s standing right behind wonbin; a clown. smeared with blood all over his face. grinning like crazy. walking closer to you and wonbin.
you start screaming. “OH MY GOD.”
“okay well, you don’t need to make it that obvious that you don’t like me in that way,” wonbin looks down, letting go of your hand.
“SHUT UP AND LOOK,” you grab his shoulders, turning him around so he can see the bloody clown that‘s walking towards you two.
wonbin might have let out a scream that was even louder than yours.
“HOLY SHIT,” he turns back around to you.
you grab his hand. “RUN!”
the two of you start running, not looking back. you don’t even know if the clown is still chasing you, but you don’t care. running while holding hands with wonbin might just be your favorite thing in the world now. he‘s much faster than you so it’s hard for you to keep up with him, but he’s not letting you behind, he’s keeping you close.
arriving at the end of the haunted house, you both stop running. a person wearing a ghost costume approaches you, thanking you both for visiting the haunted house.
walking out of it, you guys are still holding hands. you secretly hope that wonbin will never let go. you don’t want him to.
“thank you for doing this,” you say. “for facing your fears.”
wonbin smiles, but he’s avoiding your gaze.
“this just made me like you way more than i did before. and i already liked you a lot.”
now, wonbin looks at you. his eyes are sparkling. he can’t believe what you just said.
“for you, i would do everything.”
he bends down to give you a short kiss, which leaves you wanting more. you want to keep him this close forever.
“but i won’t ever go to a haunted house again,” wonbin says, smirking against your lips before he kisses you again.
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cursedonyx · 12 days
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Hogwarts Legacy Characters React to Being in a Haunted House Attraction
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Sebastian Sallow
This boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear. Not in the sense of ghosties and ghoulies, anyway. He’s more frightened of things that can actually hurt, like Anne’s curse and Solomon’s abuse. Considering he willingly sought out tombs and catacombs to explore that are full of inferi, a haunted house is a walk in the park for this ballsy lad. He might jump if a scare actor pops up but then he’ll laugh and tell them ‘you got me!’ He treats the whole thing as a game and relishes any puzzles he comes across. He’s most often found joking with Ominis about everything, but this is partly because he's extremely protective of his best friend. Even though he knows he’s more than capable, he’ll keep an eye on him all the same.
Sebastian absolutely wants to go again the second he’s out, and might complain if he’s not allowed.
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Ominis Gaunt
Shockingly, none of the visual scares work on our prince of snakes, and he soon gets used to the cacophony of spooky noises that surround him, they don’t bother him. He does find it a bit disorienting if there’s a lot of noise, and though he complains that he’s bored or finds it pointless, a very well-placed sound-effect will have him leap Scooby-Doo style into the closest person’s arms. He’s grossed out if he has to touch anything nasty and will avoid it at all costs. Everyone follows him through the hall of mirrors because to him, it’s just a hall.
He does end up enjoying it more than he’ll admit out loud, because after growing up in the house he did, what true fear can be found in a haunted house? It’s nice to be scared safely around his friends.
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Garreth Weasley
Similarly to Sebastian, Garreth has a good time in haunted houses, but he’s very easily startled or spooked. He’s the first to scream at a jumpscare and he’s absolutely terrified of anything resembling a scary white lady with long black hair. He can and will bolt if he sees this. To cover his nerves, he makes loud, crass jokes and puns, which will either help calm everyone down or piss them off.
He and Sebastian might get into a dick-swinging contest about who’s the least scared, but when Seb suggests they go through alone, Garreth is not keen, but he’ll do it if he’s sufficiently egged-on, and he will shit bricks. It’s harder to be brave when there’s no one to show off for.
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Leander Prewett
Leander is the type to boast about how ‘not scary’ these types of attractions are when he’s in the queue, but the moment he’s inside, he’s holding onto Garreth’s hand for dear life and more often than not is hiding his face in the back of Garreth’s shirt. Credit to him, he’ll go through the whole haunted house, but it’ll take a lot for him to actually feel brave enough to peek at his surroundings. He’ll probably regret it, because with Leander’s luck, he’s going to come face to face with something terrifying. The only time he’ll not cling onto Garreth like a life-raft is if he’s in there with people who are more frightened than he is – seeing other people more scared than him brings out the true Gryffindor bravery in him and he’ll lead them through, even if he needs a very strong drink afterwards.
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Amit Thakkar
Perhaps surprisingly, Amit loves haunted houses. He knows they’re all pretend and are full of actors, not actual things trying to kill him, so to him they’re very much a game, a way to experience danger without actually being in danger. He’ll still shriek like a banshee at every little thing and might even run away at times, but the only thing he’ll outright refuse to do is crawl through a small space. He’ll have to be immobilised and pulled through if the group comes across one, because he absolutely will not do it under his own steam.
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Andrew Larson
He’s a nervous giggler, and is cackling pretty much all the way through. He feels safest if he can hold onto someone and will probably form a chain with Garreth and Leander. That said, he’s not above taking advantage of how unnerved everyone is and he might try a few of his own scares, like running his fingers over the back of someone’s neck and pretending he didn’t, or blowing puffs of air on someone. He’s not particularly subtle and will probably be caught out quite quickly, but he’s such a sweetheart that everyone forgives him.
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Duncan Hobhouse
Similarly to Leander, Duncan will boast to everyone that haunted houses don’t scare him, but he’ll only boast about that when there’s no chance of him being within fifty miles of one. He’ll come up with all sorts of excuses to avoid going, but if he’s forced, he’s going to be bawling from the moment he sets foot inside. Chances are he won’t make it to the end and has to be rescued by the staff before he has a full-on meltdown. Ominis, naturally, will take every opportunity to scare him more and make him leave so he can enjoy the rest of the attraction in relative peace. One could term this cruel, if it wasn’t for the fact that Duncan had been planning to do the exact same thing but meaner to Ominis until his cowardice got the better of him.
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Natsai Onai
Natty can take or leave a hunted house. She enjoys the experience, but she’s had one too many scares in her life to take any real enjoyment out of being deliberately scared for fun. What she likes is the camaraderie with her friends as they all go through together, and she’ll be the first to make fun of herself for screaming at a spider when an axe-wielding maniac is chasing them down a hallway.
She’s also a bit of a mum-friend – if someone’s really struggling, she’ll do her best to comfort them and show them that haunted houses aren’t that scary, so she’ll probably be part of the chain with Garreth, Leander and Andrew. She’ll hum nursery-rhymes from her childhood when she gets nervous, and the others find this both endearing and comforting.
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Poppy Sweeting
This little hellion will scare the actors. Poppy is a feral nutbucket and she delights in the chaos of the average haunted house. She will happy charge ahead by herself, shriek and wail at the actors to make them back off then go running back to the group with a huge grin on her face. On occasion, Garreth might pick her up and point her at something particularly scary, like a whirling-limbs-shield.
Poppy’s laughter is genuine in a haunted house. She loves the décor, the aesthetic, and the efforts the actors put in, and her enthusiasm is infectious. She and Sebastian will probably run off ahead together at some point, find some masks or bandages, then jump out and scare their friends.
She will actively try to save any real spiders she finds, and chances are her pockets will be full of them when she leaves.
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Imelda Rayes
Imelda will probably affect great boredom going through a haunted house, complaining loudly about how dull everything is. She’s got a keen eye and great reactions, so she’ll probably spot a scare coming a mile off, most of the time. A skeleton would pop out and she’d yawn and go ‘seen it before!’ but then she’d turn around and come face to face with a scare she wasn’t expecting and scream the place down. Being used to yelling across a quidditch pitch, Imelda’s screams are quite something to behold, and Ominis learns very quickly not to stand too close to her for fear of going deaf.
Once out, Imelda will be the one giving a blow-by-blow of what happened inside, laughing with everyone about which bits scared whom and doing impressions of everyone’s reactions.
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lonelyslutavatar · 1 year
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Had a dream where I read a fanfic (but it was more like watching a show) where Jon and Martin ended up in a peaceful pocket dimension where they have a choice to live out their lives there or exit through a door that takes them to their final destination which is the main world where all the Fears went. Martin wants to go through the door because he thinks they're obligated to at least soften the blow by keeping the entities at bay while Jon vehemently refuses because for once they're living in peace. Jon wins out and the rest were just them having a domestic life until Martin gets sick with the same sickness his mother had and dies early (the whole scene suspiciously resembles that opening scene from UP) and Jon finding out a little too late that it was The Lonely's absence that caused it and that Martin knew and never told Jon because he knew that would force him to finally enter through the Door just for his sake. So Jon, now an old man, decides it's time for him to fulfill his end of the deal and finish his journey through the dimensions and the last scene was him disappearing behind the door.
There was also B-side of the dream where I moved into a shared flat and there was a face-sucking demon. Otherwise everything was normal.
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matty-bear · 6 days
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Maybe one for nick where reader has a panic attack sorta thing?
Haunted House Scare [N.S]
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type: request ! this is also based of this request but i decided to merge them both into one fic ^^ (hope you guys don’t mind) 
pairing: nick sturniolo x male!reader
warnings: SFW, fluff, angst (???), panic attack, anxiety, haunted house, mentions of scare actors (their appearances are not fully described)
summary: what will happen when Nick invites you to join him and his brothers to a haunted house for a festive holiday vlog to celebrate Halloween? will your fears and already high anxiety get the best of you during this frightening experience or will you manage to pull through? 
notes: not completely sure if this is what you guys were looking for but when i started writing this, i couldn’t stop 😭 life laugh live the fall guys <3 hopefully you guys enjoy this ! i’m actually quite proud of it :3 happy reading ! 
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The Fall season is a time of pure contentment and happiness for you. It’s your favorite season and time of the year and you wait for what seems like decades for it to come around. I mean, how would you not love the season? The breathtaking sight of the bright oranges and yellows filling the once dull green leaves as they cling to thin branches and the sight of all of them finally falling to the ground and covering the land with vibrant colors was a sight you could look at all day.
The crunching of the leaves that lay underneath your feet brought you pure joy and you often walked outside for hours just to hear the satisfying crunch with every step you take. 
God and the weather. The slight chilly yet warm weather that is brought will fall is what makes you the happiest. You're finally allowed to wear those sweaters you’ve had stashed in your closet and simply bundle yourself in warm clothes during this time of the year. 
Despite the fall being your safe haven, your mind didn’t allow you to be happy during this tranquil time of the year. Your anxiety had been at an all-time high all week and this morning seemed to make it worsen even more. Every little thing either caused you to have a small freak out or just get overwhelmed and break down as a whole. For instance, your neighbors, who have just recently moved in, have been moving all of their belongings into their house since early this morning. 
They weren't trying to be quiet about their actions whatsoever and the loud clattering of boxes and obnoxious beeping from moving trucks ran through your ears for at least two hours. Now, you are quite sensitive to sound so to say that this made you quite overwhelmed very quickly was quite an understatement. 
When you finally reached your breaking point, you sent a quick text to Nick telling him that you were coming over to his place. God knew that you were in desperate need of your boyfriend’s comfort right now.
When you saw that your text went through, you wasted no time in throwing on a random sweater and slipping your sneakers on. Before you left, you grabbed your headphones and set them over your ears in hopes of blocking the obnoxious sounds from outside. When you got yourself together, you finally left.
That brings us to now. 
You and Nick are currently hanging out in his bedroom. Nick’s room has to be second on your list of top ten things that bring you comfort. I mean from the soft LED lights, the stuffed animals lining up against the pillows resting against the headboard, the faint scent of pumpkin radiating through the air and filling your senses, everything in the room eased your mind very quickly.
Best of all, this room was Nick’s home, and the two of you stayed cooped up in his room for most of the time you two hung out. The boy knew how much you loved this small space of his so he always dragged you to his room when you came over. 
Nick’s bedroom was filled with comfortable silence as the male pressed you tightly against his chest.  You allowed yourself to fully relax against your boyfriend as you tucked yourself in the crook of Nick’s neck, your eyes closed shut and your senses filled with his calming cologne and the slight hint of the pumpkin candle on his nightstand every time you inhaled. 
“Babe?” Nick calls, his soft voice ripping through the silence filling the room. You lowly hum a reply after a few seconds, your body not moving an inch as you feel tiredness take over. “I forgot to tell you earlier but I need to film with Matt and Chris today.” 
You groggily open your eyes after a moment and shift a little in Nick’s lap to gaze up at him. “Like right now?” You ask, your words slurring together as you blink heavily. 
“Here in a few minutes, yeah. I can take you with us if you’d like. You don’t have to be seen on camera of course but you can still join us.” 
“Where are you guys going?” 
“A haunted house. The fans have been wanting us to go to one since the Sam and Colby collab got uploaded.” 
Ah yes, haunted houses. How could you forget that fall also welcomed the universally loved holiday, Halloween? You weren’t fond of haunted houses or anything that could frighten you because you just couldn’t handle being scared. When you were faced with something that frightened you, you immediately had a meltdown or a panic attack that lasted for quite some time. 
Due to this intense fear of yours, you also heavily disliked Halloween. You often hid yourself in your house when the holiday came around the corner to prevent yourself from facing the terrors that came with the holiday. The idea that people enjoy scaring others just for laughs was completely mind-boggling to you. 
God, why would your favorite time of the year also hold your most hated holiday? It’s like the universe didn’t want you to be happy. 
When you heard the words ‘haunted house’ escape Nick's lips, you immediately tensed up. Now, Nick knew you quite well but you did keep some things from him. It’s not like you’re keeping secrets from the boy but it was rather that you didn’t want him to view you as a male that was childish and couldn’t take on certain things because of your fears and whatnot.
If you couldn’t tell, you have yet to bring up your fears of haunted houses and anything scary to Nick yet. You were plenty aware of the fact that the boy adored Halloween and you didn’t want to hold him back from having fun on his favorite holiday just because you didn’t like the terrors that came with it. 
“A haunted house?” You ask, your voice slightly wavering. You can’t help but swallow dryly as you lock eyes with Nick. 
“Yeah, a haunted house.” The redhead confirms with a small head nod. “I’ve been wanting to go to one for a while but have opted not to since I’m a pussy but fans have been wanting us to go to one for quite some time. And since Halloween is coming around, I think it’d be the perfect opportunity for us to go and film our experience at a haunted house.” 
You hesitantly hum and slowly nod your head, your gaze shifting to your gray sweatpants. As silence fills the room, Nick’s eyebrows furrow together in worry as he gazes down at you. As the male gently grabs your face and tilts your head up to meet your eyes he says, “Hey, you alright? You got quiet.” 
“Yeah I'm fine, don’t worry.” You reply, a little too quickly for Nick’s liking. You slowly take a deep inhale through your nose in hopes of clearing your head before you add to your previous statement, “I’ll go with you guys.” 
Nick’s eyes lighten up the moment that statement leaves your lips. He lands a long and lingering kiss on your temple before saying, “Yay! I’ll text Matt and tell him you're coming with us.” 
You softly nod your head and go back to leaning against Nick’s chest as he hurriedly takes his phone out of his pocket. As the male busies himself with his cell for a few minutes, you shakily exhale and force your lips together. 
Wasn’t this going to be delightful. 
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After quite a while of persuading, pushing, and pulling, you finally stood in front of a large broken-down haunted house. The whole demeanor of the building terrified you. From the dark and rusted wood, the broken windows that seem to be handing onto their hinges for dear life, and the graveyard -which you’re hoping is fake- in the front yard, the house that loomed over you caused a cold shiver to run down your spine. 
Now, the boys decided that they would go out a little early just before the sunset, so they wouldn't have to go home late. Despite the sun still being out for the most part, the way it peeked out from behind the top roof and cast dark shadows over every nick and cranny of the front half of the building added to your anxiousness. 
As you stand at the steps leading up to the front door, your senses begin to crawl up to their all-time high. You hear every single crow in the trees nearby, the small, pebble-like rocks rolling around the road every time a car passes, and the leaves brushing against each other as the wind harshly blows. Your immediate thought was ‘What the hell did I just agree to?’ as you continued to have a stare-down with the house. 
The moment you open your mouth to call your boyfriend, a sudden hand being set on your shoulder causes you to harshly flinch and let out a small shout. You quickly turn on your heels and stare wide-eyed at Chris who’s directly behind you, a look of guilt and worry filling his eyes as he takes in your frightened and tense state. 
“Sorry for scaring you, I really didn’t mean to.” Chris apologizes, “You doing okay? You don’t look so good…” 
“I’m fine.” You blurt out, a forced smile appearing on your lips. As Chris goes to comment on your behavior, the loud sound of crunching leaves rings through your ears like nails on a chalkboard. This sound was usually one of your favorites but at times like these, you simply couldn’t handle it. In response to the sound, both your hands quickly raise and cup over your ears in hopes of blocking or muffling the sound. 
“Are you guys ready to head in?” Matt's voice rings through your ears as he makes an appearance next to Chris, a wide smile clear on his lips. 
“Hell yeah, let’s get this shit done,” Chris replies, the sound of his hands loudly clasping together as he claps causing you to flinch and take a step back. Apparently, you take a few too many steps back and bump into something behind you. Frightened, you quickly turn around to look back at what you bumped into. A heavy exhale escapes your lips however when your gaze lands on your boyfriend who’s gazing down at you, a worried expression clear on his face. 
“Are you alright?” Nick asks, his voice low, as to make sure he wouldn’t gain the attention of his two brothers standing a few steps in front of him. 
“Yeah, I'm fine.” You reply, your tone coming off a little harsher than intended. If there was one thing you didn’t like, it was people asking if you were okay. Even if they had good intentions, you simply didn’t like people being so upfront with you. 
Nick, noticing your sudden change in your demeanor simply by your tone, immediately drops the conversation, knowing better to not press you with more questions. He takes a moment to scan you and take in your body language before he wordlessly wraps his arms around your biceps and brings you against him for a warm embrace. You immediately find yourself melting in the male’s arms, your eyes closing as you take in your boyfriend’s warmth. 
“You’re so fucking warm.” You breathe out. 
“And you’re pretty cold.” Nick chuckles, his head dipping down so he can land a quick peck on your cheek. He doesn’t pull his face away when he’s done and when he begins to nestle his nose against the side of your face and down your jawline, a flurry of soft laughter bubbles up your throat. 
“Nick!” You exclaim, your eyes wrinkling due to how hard you're smiling. “The hell are you doing?”  
“I love your stubble,” Nick mumbles in response, his minty breath fanning your face and neck. “I’m not the type of guy to be controlling or some shit but please don’t shave. I mean that in the least controlling way possible, I promise.” 
“Okay, okay, I won't! Now cut it out, it feels weird!” Nick hums against your skin and peppers your face in light kisses for a few moments, drawing even more soft laughter from you. 
Your small moment gets cut off when Matt’s voice comes up from behind you, “Alright you two, let’s go now. You can do this later.” 
Nick immediately stops what he’s doing and lifts his head to lock eyes with Matt who’s already looking at him. He narrows his eyes at the boy and lands one more peck on your lips before he reluctantly pulls out of the hug. 
“C'mon, Matt’s being grumpy and tough again,” Nick grumbles as he takes his hand in yours and drags you towards the haunted house. 
“I’m not being fucking tough or grumpy!” Matt retaliates with a huff, the hand that’s holding the vlog camera rising in the air. 
“It’s your tone, Matthew!” Nick remarks, “I suggest you fix it before I tip the scare actors extra to be ruthless with you.” 
You hear Matt mumble something under his breath behind you as you walk closer to the front door of the house. When you approach the door, fear immediately floods your veins when you see white and red lights flashing inside and reflecting against the rusted window in the center of the door. You completely forgot what you were signed up for and where you were when you were wrapped in Nick’s arms, however, the moment you stood face to face with the haunted house, everything came crashing down onto you like a tidal wave. 
God do you have so many regrets right now. 
“Chris, do you mind recording on your phone? I want to get as many angles as possible for the video.” Nick asks, his head turning so he can momentarily lock eyes with the younger male who’s standing behind him. 
“Yeah, I don't mind,” Chris replies, quickly fishing his phone out of the pocket of his camo cargos and opening his camera. After ensuring that everyone, except you, has a device open and recording, Nick finally opens the front door with a loud creak. Immediately, the four of you are greeted with a large, trashed, and dark entrance. 
“Fucking hell…” You mumble under your breath, being careful not to get your voice to pick up on any of the recordings. To say you weren’t ready for this experience was quite an understatement. It took Nick a rather good tug for you to be pulled into the dark house. As your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around you, you desperately clung onto Nick’s bicep, your nails digging into the soft clothing of his sweater. 
The redhead didn’t mind your action whatsoever and let you be as he focused his attention on ensuring that Matt and Chris made it inside. Once he can briefly make out their silhouettes behind him, he decides to slowly walk deeper inside the house. As the four of you slowly walked, the sound of crunching papers and clattering glass sounded through your ears. None of the scare actors have come out yet, which you were very grateful for, however, the eerie and loud classical music that played was freaking you out enough. 
You were innerly thanking whoever decided on the lighting for the candles that were placed against the walls and on some fixtures you guys passed, even though they flickered a lot and made your anxiety spike even more. As Nick proceeds to talk to the cameras and guide the four of you deeper and deeper inside the creaky, old house, you begin to grow more paranoid. 
You felt as though your head was spinning and the fact that you couldn’t see what was in front of you was making everything worse. Your mind eventually started to make forms and faces in the dark, presumably to scare you, and it was working. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your palms began to grow sweaty as all the small notices ran through your ears and heightened your senses. 
You knew you weren’t going to make it very long. You were terrified. The scare actors haven’t even made an appearance yet and- 
A sudden blood-curdling, high-pitched scream rings through your ears, followed by a woman jumping out from behind a cupboard. A scream rips through your throat and your fight or flight instincts immediately kick in. 
You chose flight. 
You quickly bolt in the opposite direction of where the lady is standing in front of you. You could faintly make out someone calling after you but your main thought was that you needed out and you needed out right now. 
You clumsily ran down the dark halls, your body continuously colliding with numerous pieces of furniture. That was sure to leave a few marks but you paid no attention to the pain that coursed through your veins with every collision you experienced. 
Where the hell is the exit?! 
As you sharply turn a corner, you’re immediately met with another actor screaming directly into your face. Another scream rips out of you and you immediately begin to scramble backwards. However, to your dismay, you slip on the rug beneath you and land straight on your ass. At this point, tears are profusely streaming out of your eyes. As you begin to sob your heart out and back up on your hands, your breath gets caught in your throat and it’s suddenly a lot harder to take in breaths of air. 
Fucking hell. 
When your back finally collides with a wall, you allow your legs to curl up to your chest. As you desperately claw at your chest and continue to sob loudly, you shout for the person you need the most. “Nick!” You sob out, your voice coming out hoarse and rough. At this point, your entire body is shaking and you're struggling to take in breaths of air. You would usually know how to ground yourself during panic attacks but it seems impossible right now considering your current environment. 
When you feel someone grab your shoulders, you let out a strangled scream and begin to scurry off again. However, when you manage to pick up Nick’s voice, you stop trying to run off. 
“y/n, it’s just me! it’s just me I promise. I got you, I'm right here, baby.” Nick exclaims, his strong grip on your shoulders loosening so as not to frighten you more. 
“Nick-“ You choke out, “I can’t-“ 
“It’s okay, you’re okay. Nick’s right here, okay? Let’s get you out of here, come on.” Nick quickly hooks his arms under your legs and behind your back before picking you up off the floor. As you desperately cling onto the male like your life depends on it, the male sprints off towards the front door of the house. It only took a few minutes for Nick to find the door and the moment he opened it, the wind greets you by slapping you directly in the face. 
You don’t have time to adjust your eyes to the moonlight shining directly in front of you before Nick rushes to the front lawn and crouches down. The boy wasted no time in forcing your body around so you were facing him and cupping your face in his hands. 
“y/n I need you to breathe for me, okay? I’m going to help guide you through it but I need you to at least try for me, alright? Do you think you can do that for me, hun?” Nick asks, his thumbs getting to work on wiping the never-ending stream of tears seeping from your eyes. After your mind registers the male’s statement, you slowly nod your head. “Okay, feel my heartbeat. Feel how my chest rises and focus on it, you hear?” 
You nod your head again and the next thing you know, Nick takes both of your hands and sets them on his chest. It takes a moment for your fingers to pick up on the subtle thumping of your redhead’s heartbeat but when they do, you feel yourself feel a little more at ease. As you focus all of your attention on the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest, you attempt to follow through with his breathing exercises. 
“In through your nose, out through your mouth. Deep breaths for me.” 
In. 
And out. 
After you manage to finally take some air back into your lungs without it taking all of your energy, you feel your mind clear up a bit. “Good, you’re doing amazing, baby,” Nick whispers, planting a quick kiss on your nose. “Now shut your eyes and think of my room. You remember all the scents there, yes? Picture yourself sitting in my room and picking out all the smells.” 
You simply hum in response, too tired to verbally respond, before you shut your eyes. As you picture yourself sitting on Nick’s bed, in the safe tranquility of his room, you allow yourself to remember all of the familiar scents that flood your scenes there. Nick’s pumpkin-flavored candles, his vanilla cologne, the smell of freshly washed bed sheets and clothes, the faint smell of mint from the lip balm nearby on the duvet. 
It’s home. 
As a heavy exhale leaves your lips, your eyes slowly open. You allow your senses to take in everything around you, from the grass poking into your clothes, the wind whipping through your hair, and the moonlight shining on your irises. 
You were finally at peace. 
“Hey,” Nick calls, his hands making their way up to both sides of your face. “Are you okay?” 
“I am now, thank you.” You reply through a heavy exhale. As you send Nick a small smile, the male sighs and brings you to his chest, both of his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly. 
“I’m not going to pry and you can tell me when you want but, what happened back there? We were all screaming when the scare actor came out and the next thing I knew you're gone. You fucking scared me so bad.” You force your lips together into a straight line as Nick buries his face in your hair, the faint smell of your shampoo mixed with the lingering scent of your cologne immediately filling his senses. 
You immediately felt your heart twist in regret at Nick’s words. Part of you deeply regretted running off with no warning while another part of you was telling you that you did the right thing. However, you were also aware of how badly you must’ve frightened the triplets. You know how Nick felt, due to him just telling you, but what about Matt and Chris? 
You didn’t want to keep either of the boys in the dark, especially after what just happened. They deserved to know why you acted how you did.  They deserved some sort of explanation. 
“Umm..” You start, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. You feel Nick shift underneath you, probably so that he can get a better look at you. “Can you tell Matt and Chris about this later? Like, fill them in? I would tell them but I feel.. embarrassed.” 
A few beats of silence pass by before Nick replies, “Yeah, of course.” As you try to gather the words to explain what happened, Nick intently looks down at you. He unwraps one arm from around your shoulder to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb immediately beginning to caress the stubble on your jawline. You immediately feel at ease from the delicate touch, your mind momentarily going blank as you lean into Nick’s palm. 
“Well for starters, I get scared easily and just can’t handle anything scary n shit like that. I know that seems very pussy of me, but it just really freaks me out and causes a meltdown or like you saw earlier a panic attack.” You begin, your words coming out every so slowly as you refrain from making eye contact with the male above you, “I’m not the biggest fan of Halloween since the holiday is all about scaring people but I didn't want to tell you because I know you love the holiday and look forward to it every year. When you mentioned the haunted house idea, I originally didn’t want to go but I couldn't say no to you. I wanted to back out the second we got here but I didn’t want to seem like a baby in front of you guys so I just kept my mouth shut.” 
When you finish your quick explanation and silence fills the air, you begin to panic. Your mind immediately starts flooding with negative thoughts that are laced with regret and embarrassment and before you allow yourself to get lost in them, Nick’s voice silences all of them. “Babe, just because you have fears doesn’t mean you’re a pussy or a baby. Everyone has their fears, some have it worse than others, but that’s just how it is. I wish you told me about your strong dislike for this stuff but I completely understand why you didn’t want to tell me. I’ll make sure nothing frightening steps in your path okay? I’ll make sure you're safe and away from all that shit. Thank you for telling me, baby. I really appreciate it.” 
As Nick tilts your head up and brings you in for a kiss, you can’t help but smile widely against his lips. When he pulls away, your smile doesn’t falter and you opt to hide your slightly flushed face in your boyfriend’s chest. Nick can’t help but chuckle softly at the sight of your flusteredness, a cheesy smile growing on his lips as he dips down and lands more gentle pecks on the crown of your head. 
“I love you.” You mumble, your voice muffled due to the redhead’s sweater being against your mouth. 
“I love you more baby,” Nick says with a smile. “Do you want to get in the car? I feel like the grass and leaves aren’t the most comfortable things to sit on.” 
“Yes, please.” 
“Alright then, let’s go.” With a soft tap on your hip, you get up from Nick’s lap and stand to your feet. As you stretch out your sore limbs and take in the fresh night air, Nick stands up with a soft grunt. “Come on.” The male gently takes your hand in his and guides you toward the van. The moment he opens up the passenger door, Matt and Chris quickly whip their heads around to look over at the two of you, their once worried expressions falling and exchanging with one of relief. 
“You okay, kid?” Matt asks. 
“Yup.” You reply simply. As you crawl into the backseat and sit down, your gaze immediately shifts up to the two brothers looking back at you. Feeling a little intimidated by their strong stares, you quickly look over to your right to watch Nick settle himself in the seat next to you. After shutting the door with a soft thud, he looks over at you, an immediate smile overtaking his lips as he locks eyes with you. When he gives you a small wink, you bite back a giggle and quickly look away to hide the heat rushing up your face. 
“Can we get McDonald’s, please? I’m hungry.” Nick asks, one of his arms rushing to grab his seatbelt and pull it over his front half. 
“Yeah, sure. You guys wanna go home after that or…” Matt replies, his voice trailing off as he begins to check all of his mirrors. 
“We can go home,” Chris says as he reaches for the aux cord. As the brunette connects his phone and begins searching for music to play, Matt backs out of the driveway and drives off. As Highs and Lows by Lil Skies fills your ears, you find yourself leaning against Nick’s shoulder. The latter responds to your affection by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you even closer to him. As you shut your eyes and get comfortable with your boyfriend, your mind runs free from all the negative and anxious thoughts you’ve had all day. You were finally at peace with your mind and fully allowed yourself to be absorbed in Nick’s presence for the remainder of the night.  
God, do you love this boy so much. 
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galaxygazer-lav · 1 month
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tfw you mash your hyperfixations together
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moog-city2 · 1 month
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how quiet do you think the house was when sunny got home? everyone is already asleep, only sunny is awake as she starts getting ready for her nightly routine
would they have written a sign for their pa out of instinct? or would there be no sounds of signs being put down, only her shuffling around the wide empty house devoid of furniture?
the silence probably echoes back at her as she walks into her room, hugging her stuffed bunny, the one her pa had bought for her and told her not to lose again
sunny fluffs the cushions on the chair her pa sleeps in and then climbs into bed, hugging her blanket to herself so tightly
but it won't ever be able to give her the warmth of his hugs, the room stays cold
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mayullla · 1 year
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Title: A new house, a new home.
Character(s): Haunted house ghost (original work / unnamed character)
Summary: You wanted to be alone away from your problems, buying an old rustic house you thought that in a sense this could be a new beginning. You didn't listen to the warning signals, you didn't release the house had a life of its own.
Warnings/tags: General yandere themes, fem!reader, near-death experience for reader (accidental), horror elements
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You were not sure how it happened... but really was already to late by the time you realized.
All you wanted was time for yourself, time away from family and friends, alone and far away from the troubles and pains that plagued you. You found a home far away, old almost antique and dreary. But it was cheap, the reason why you choose to sign the papers as quickly as possible without thinking why it was so cheap thinking that you were nothing but lucky.
It had flaws sure, when you looked at it, many things were in need of repair or just replaced but you knew that you could work with it and bring the house while not new but in a better state than it once was.
So you did. You bought the house that the past owner was suspicious all too delighted to be gone from his hands. You didn't seem to care much, maybe you thought that he was just an eccentric old man and walked into your new home that needed so much renovating.
You were ready.
Ready for a new life, and a new start. That was all you wish after all… but not like this.
It was normal at first sure you thought that you heard some weird sounds occasionally, sounds of something climbing within the walls, or the doors closing by themselves or knocking on the floor. But you thought that was just some random rat or small animal crawling into the hollow grasp of the walls or the wind shutting the door.
You wanted to change the color of the walls, the wallpaper already yellowed from old age had to go. You bought a few paints and wallpaper expecting that you had enough, but it seems that you didn't have enough pain not having expected to paint the walls three times instead of two coats.
You thought you needed to go to the shop again tomorrow finding it too late to go back now.
When you saw paint cans on right by the door the next day, a little old and dusty it did freak you out a bit as you looked around. You were definitely sure you didn't buy this, you looked around the garden but nobody was there maybe this paint was already in the house but the person had forgotten to give them last time and brought them here. 
You ignored the nagging feeling and stapping on your gloves and wearing a mask you started to remove the old wallpaper on the wall planning on starting the wallpaper process.
Sometimes you swore that the house moved as if the walls were breathing… Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you, you weren't sure maybe you hallucinating. 
Sometimes you felt the room suddenly grow cold sometimes you felt cold wind pass you even when you were inside your room and no windows were opened.
Sometimes it feels like it was going through you, sometimes it grabbed you out of nowhere, it felt like ice grabbed you that often you would yelp in surprise. But as soon as you acknowledge it the cold would disappear as if it was never there to begin with.
You walked out to your porch when the delivery man arrived with your new utensil and kitchen wear that you ordered on the internet. Thanking the man you went back home, you didn't close the door properly having your hands full you were really able to with your foot only but when the door close unexpectedly, you just smiled thinking that you were able to close the door by yourself. 
Taking a cutter you cut the tape to open the box, seeing the utensils you headed to the sink to wash them up. Take the knives and spatulas and such out from the box as you washed them. It was after that when you were drying them when you started to wipe the cooking knives you wondered where you put that knife holder that came in a separate mail a few days ago. 
Looking around you finally found the knife holder on the top shelf, where you placed it there due to too many things littered on your table at that time. You smiled as you reached to grab it, you were just barely tall enough to reach the holder from the shelf as you dragged it towards you, you might have been a bit excited or in hurry, and not really careful when it tilted and flopped to the side. 
Your eyes widen when you saw a knife, a knife that you brought with you from your old home fall off the knife holder, clattering on the shelf, and then falling towards you. You watched as the blade looked straight at you, towards your face. 
You should have moved, yet you weren't able to so frozen in place as fear and panic started to choke you. 
Time moved too slowly, yet you were able to do anything all but squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for it to stab you most likely in your face. You waited to feel pain spread on your face and however... 
Instead of pain, instead of a sharp pain a loud metal crashing sound made you flinch. You hesitantly opened your eyes to see the knife nowhere near you and when you hesitantly looked to your side where the sound came from far away near the fridge was that same knife. Far away as if it was swatted away before it could hit your face and it instead hit the wall right beside the fridge. Unable to stand straight, you slowly fall to the floor taking deep breaths.
Unable to comprehend what happened, only to shiver when something cold touched your face but soon gone almost immediately. Something was here and you can only hope that everything was a dream.
Your eyes shone when you saw your house coming together over the past month or two, cleaning to the wallpaper and flooring, replacing the furniture that can't be fixed, and more decorations to make the place more homely. 
There were moments when you found the house creepy but you thought that it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You were happy to call this place home.... maybe...
You don't know when it started probably a little after the knife incident when your blanket became heavier as if trapping you. It may have been comforting at one point but now it was now too heavy and too suffocating as if it wanted to hold you down unable to move, unable to leave. 
It wasn't only that either, you wondered why the doors were heavier as if rusty when you already swapped them for band new hinges, how sometimes it was impossible to open the window as if they were locked when they weren't. How it takes longer to get from one room to another as if they were stretched yet you couldn't see the illusion.. 
It was strange how you could see food in the fridge when you thought that you have already eaten your leftovers and prepared to head out of the market to buy some groceries or how the mailman never rang the doorbell anymore as you would only see your mail later on the side of your door, or maybe he does…
Yet when you opened the door he wasn't there and your package on the floor right in front of you. It was weird yet you didn't know what to do, your mind was frazzled and confused if not a bit suspicious but you didn't have any proof when you took another glance… nothing was out of place.
How the clothes that used to fit you comfortably, started to tighten as if holding you. How you felt someone's hand touching you when you watched tv. How you felt something was hugging you even tho you were alone. How you started to hear louder creeks in the house or voices too static to understand. You never felt you were ever alone that someone was watching you, that they were in the same room as you.
You couldn't see them, yet you felt their eyes were everywhere. All trained on you.
It was too sudden really when everything suddenly moved when you least expected it, the click of the door locking you from the outside. How each room’s window that you let the windows open for air circulation was suddenly shut all at once with a loud bang and locked.
You tied to pry them open, force them open to get out, but nothing budged, not even the chair that you tried to carry or the vase that you wanted to carry as toss to the window would move almost as if anything that was meant to harm the house your so painstakingly repaired was not allowed to happen. As if it would not give you a way to escape this place.
And for the first time, you felt cold arms wrap around you, unlike the last that would disappear soon after these cold hands stayed.
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ratblazer · 9 months
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vintage Johm
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firstclassthot · 6 months
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Otp prompt #78
Since Halloween was just around the corner, person A thought it would be a good idea to visit a haunted house, much to B’s dismay. While person A enjoyed all things horror and spooky, B was quite the opposite.
While walking through the attraction, B clings desperately to A’s arm, seeking some form of protection. After countless jump scares and screams, the two of them emerge from the other side, B entirely wrapped in A’s arms. Maybe this was A’s plan all along…
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