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Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave

Summary- 2.6k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- swears, implied smut, mentions of murders. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

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You scrolled through your phone, double checking the address. “Andy it should be up the next couple streets. Lakeside.” You couldn't hold back the excitement in your tone, and Andy hit the blinker to turn down Ocean Avenue. 

“Babe, don't get too excited.” Andy tried to talk reason with you, his fingers thrumming on the steering wheel. “If it's too good to be true, it probably is.” 

You shifted over as much as you could, the Audi middle armrest keeping you from curling up into his side, but you could rest your head on his bicep. “Come on Andy, this might just be what we've been looking for. Good school district, excellent location, nice neighborhood, enough room for all three of the kids.” 

Andy tilted his head a bit to look down at you, his eyes softening around the edges as he finally smiled, you were so excited for this that it was hard not to match your enthusiasm. His hand released the steering column to take your hand, weaving his fingers through your hand, he let your hands rest against his lap. “You know Y/N, if this place is as big as what the pictures show, we could finally try for our own baby.” 

Wiggling your brows, you nuzzled his arm before sitting up. “I know Andy, why else do you think I want this place. Five bedrooms. It's perfect. Jacob can have a room to come home to when he comes and stays with us when he's not with Laurie. Cassidy and John each have their own bedrooms, and future little Barber Bean will have a cute nursery.” Your voice wandered as your gaze turned towards the window, watching beautiful homes pass you two by. Homes you never would have dreamed possible, million dollar homes on a lake. When you got the ping on your phone for 112 Ocean Avenue being lowered in price, you dreamed about the possibility of it. Then it lowered again, and you started to get hopeful. Then this last price drop, taking off another $30,000 dollar, you squealed in bed. Effectively waking Andy with a jolt, startling him. 

Now here you were, going to look at what will be your dream home, the perfect home. The forever home for you and Andy. Andy would probably scoff at you just knowing this, since he didn't believe in fate. But you did, fate after all was how you met the DA in a bar when you both needed each other in a dark time, and had fallen in love. So fate now was leading you here, to your and Andy’s new start in life. It could be a dream come true. You had enough belief for both of you.  

Suddenly a big white house filled your vision, and you glanced at the address on the GPS. “Andy, there it is! Look at it.” You said excitedly, and Andy slowed the car, pulling to the curb to lean a bit into the passenger side, looking out your window to gaze at the house, giving a small whistle. 

“Okay Sweetheart, I agree. This place looks nice. Too nice, are you sure that price is right?” 

“Yes, I double checked with the realtor when I called them last week. It's really the right price.” 

Andy straightened in his seat, and turned into the long driveway. “That true Honey, this is the deal of a lifetime.” 

You grinned excitedly, just about bouncing in your seat. Andy’s hand reached over, sliding his hand along your thigh before taking your hand, weaving his fingers with yours and giving a gentle squeeze. You knew that he was also excited now. 

When Andy pulled up to the house, the realtor waited for them on the front steps, clutching her phone to her chest and gave a smile. The kind a dealer who's looking to make a fast sale gives. “Welcome, I had hoped you all would be able to find the place easily. Magnificent isn't it? Built around 1910, the foundation is original, but all updated while keeping its original charm. Shall we go inside?” She dangled the keys and you with wide eyed enthusiasm nodded. Andy draped his arm over your shoulder, nodding in agreement. 

The realtor showed them right inside, bustling them inside as she shut the door. “As you see, lots of beautiful lighting, the kitchen has been all updated. The marble counter tops were just installed not even two years ago.” She clasped her hands together and kept a smile plastered on her face while you and Andy wandered into the entrance of the house, looking around. Andy’s head tilted back while looking for any kind of possible damage while you took a step or two on the stairs, and leaned against the banister. “What are you thinking Andy?” you wiggle your nose at him, and he glances at you, you can see him hiding a smile, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, humming lightly while looking around once more before answering. “The entrance way looks nice, spacious. But I want to look over the rest of the house.” 

“Of course, if you come this way to the sitting room. Perfect for get togethers, children's sleepovers, family game nights. Do you… two have any children?” she flashed a toothy grin, and you wandered away from Andy a moment while he addressed the realtor. “Yes, Y/N has two smaller children, and I have a teenage son.” 

“How nice! Then this really would be perfect for living a family life.” she continued on while Andy followed her in, you waited a moment, then stepped away yourself, going the opposite way. You could still hear the realtor's voice, but you paid no heed. You already knew that this was home. You already could see yourself with a new baby on your hip, redecorating room by room. Andy would be able to set up a home office to work from. You might even be able to write that book you wanted. The kids would settle in, Jacob could come home on weekends from college, holidays the whole family could get together and everything you were picturing was the dream. 

Your dream and you hoped Andy's dream as well. 

Your fingers slid along the cool marble counters once you reached the kitchen, and looked around at the new appliances installed. You grasped the large kitchen sink, and peeked out the back window to see the lake view, catching your breath. Large old maple trees adorned the lake edge, and there was a boat house at the end of the deck. Could this place get any better? 

“Y/N?” you heard Andy coming up from behind you, the click of heels against the floor told you the realtor was right on your husbands tail when he entered the kitchen. Looking around, he gave a low whistle of approval. “Nice.” 

You spun and couldn't hide the grin. “Isn't it? Andy…” You gave a soft whine, and he hugged around you, shushing you in your ear a moment before turning towards the realtor. 

“Basement? I plan on converting it into a temporary office for now until we're settled.” Andy asked and the realtor turned around and opened a door, flicking on a light. 

“Go on ahead and look around.” She looked down the dark stairs and took a cautious step back, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m- uh- gonna just stay up here.” 

Andy walked past her, and you followed him, the both of you going down the stairs. Once you both got to the bottom, Andy looked around all the corners. It seemed dry, clean, and had all the usual things that made up a basement. “Yup, it’s a basement.” 

You leaned onto him a moment and chuckled. “You sound so excited Mr.Barber.” 

Up above them, the realtor said in her overly cheerful voice. “So what do you two think?” 

Andy arched a teasing brow and looked you up and down. “I think you look foxy in that skirt.” 

“Andy!” you hissed as you pushed lightly against his chest and started back up the stairs. He was right behind you and his hand slapped against your backside teasing before you two came back out in the kitchen. 

The rest of the tour went decent, the upstairs had more than enough bedrooms for everyone, closet space, the works. Even now Andy was getting a bit more on board with the prospect of buying this house, and you were sure he was going to give in. Your tour ended back in the main foyer, and Andy excused you two to talk a moment. He pulled you into the living room, sure to give you two enough space not to be overheard. 

“You really want this house Y/N?” his hands reached for yours and weaved your fingers together. “It will mean some sacrifices, because it's still on the high end of our price range, but we can do it.” He assured you, and you shuffled a foot back and forth while thinking about it. 

“I want to, Andy, I feel like this is the right place for us. It has everything we wanted and then some. I can see us being happy here.” 

That was all it took, Andy gave a smile and nodded in agreement, and you couldn't help the excited yelp, jumping into his arms, hugging around his neck and legs around his slender waist. The realtor with a look of panic came running around the corner of the entrance and put her hand to her chest in relief. 

“Were all happy then?” 

You grinned happily as you slid back to the floor, and Andy wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I think we're ready to put an offer on it.” 

“Well, let me call my office and see about drawing up some papers.” She seemed to be relieved, and once you all were ushered outside, she closed the door firmly. Andy walked down the path a short ways, and turned around to look up at the expansive house, his hand rubbing at his beard in a thoughtful way. The largest purchase he’s made so far, but something was still bugging him about it. 

“Okay, what’s the catch with this place? I looked up what other listings go for in this area. None of them are nearly in such a nice location, or this size, and they are twice the price of this house.” When the realtor hesitated, Andy cleared his throat. “By law you're required to tell us if anything has happened here we should be aware of.” You suddenly could feel your heart sinking a bit at the realtors' crestfallen face. 

“Okay… There was a tragedy- a family was murdered here.” You gasped and the realtor continued. “But that was a long time ago, everyone in the town has moved on. Plus it's a house, a beautiful house just made to have a family in it and become a home. Why let one bad time ruin your decision? You will not find a nicer home in the area, that I can guarantee.” 

Andy took a deep breath and looked up at the house again, and you tugged lightly on his jacket. “Can we still? would it be too weird to live in a house where a family was murdered?” 

“Baby, it's not the house's fault. House’s don't kill people, people kill people. Trust me, I've worked enough cases to know.” Andy glanced down at you. “Would you be able to be okay with it?”  

You let it sink in, and you never had to find out the details honestly. You didn't want to know, you just couldn't let your dreams slip away by something that happened in the past. 

“Let's do it Andy, we can make a better story for this house. Our story.”

Later that night, you and Andy have just told the kids that they were indeed buying a house, and showed them pictures of it. After the two smaller ones were in bed, you and Andy were curled up on the couch, watching a tv show. Jacob was nearby on his phone, looking at the pictures he asked you to send him earlier. 

“This house is huge, way bigger than this one or the one Mom has.” Jacob happened to remark, and Andy nodded. 

“It really is Jake, and it's by the college you want to attend. Y/N and I were talking about it on the way home, and if you just wanted to stay with us rather than live on campus, you would save lots of money.” You nodded in agreement while Andy continued. “No rent, you just gotta help around the house a bit.” 

Jacob looked thoughtful at the offer you and his father was making, and he finally nodded. “That actually would be great guys, thanks. At least the first year.” He went back to his phone, and you hid a grin against Andy’s arm, both of you pleased that he was so eager to take up the offer. He might not be your son, but you cared for him just as much as either of your children. 

Jacob soon yawned and stretched. “Catch y'all in the morning.” 

Andy gave a nod and you yawned sleepily as well, but opted to stay right where you were. “Night Jakey.” You said, and he gave a wave as he headed up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with your son. 

It was quiet for a while before Andy kissed the top of your head, and you looked up at him. “Excited Baby?” 

You bit your lip and shifted to sit up more, pushing him back against the couch, and lifting your leg over his to straddle him while cupping his face. “Want me to show you just how excited I am Handsome?” your brows wriggled and his hands gripped your hips gently and tilted his head. 

“Think we're not going to get caught?” Andy said in a hushed voice and you tilted to look up the stairs, noticing all the lights were off. 

“We’re safe.” You giggled and covered your lips with his, brushing up against him with a soft moan. 

You were more than happy to show him just how excited you were. 

Later that night, when everyone was sound asleep, Andy eased out of bed, sure to make sure you were covered. Making his way down to the kitchen, he grabbed his laptop and started it up while moving to sit down. Quickly he pulled up google, and typed in the new house's address. Whatever happened wouldn't change his mind. But Andy liked to know what exactly he was moving his family into. 

What pulled up was horrific. Pulling up crime scene photos of the family who lived in 112 Ocean Ave years ago, he wasn't shocked to see splatters of blood across the master bedroom that would soon be yours, or the torn apart children's beds with holes blown through the mattresses. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen this kind of evil in the world with his work. Rubbing his hand against his chin in thought, his eyes scanned through the article. What he wasn't expecting was the oldest Deffor son, 24 named Ronnie was the killer.  

He had gone through with a rifle at 3:30 in the morning, starting with his parents and then moving onto his siblings. “Oh god.” Andy muttered as he read the details logged, the man claimed he was told to by a demon. Pushing back from his seat, just staring at the picture of Ronnie being taken out by the police, Andy couldn't look away from his eyes, bloodshot and wild. They bothered Andy to look at, imagining how terrified the children must have been to see their brother staring at them like that, from the end of a rifle. Reaching over to close the laptop, and cut off the pictures, he sighed. 

People kill people, the house is perfectly fine. Telling himself this, he put away his laptop and went back upstairs to join you again. You muttered in your sleep and eased back into his arms. 

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Silent Night [1]

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader (AU!A Quiet Place)

Warnings: Creatures, Blood, Stitches, Post-Apocalyptic Summary: In the town of Newton, it was silent. Everyone in the world were killed by unknown species that can hear you from miles. You’re alone in an empty town. No one was ever found during the year and you’ve gone quite crazy. Wondering in a neighborhood, you run into a survivor and he protects you from the creature lurking in the dark.

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Day 292

The trees began to rustle against each other down the silent road of Newton. The silence was like this for 291 days. The counting of days were important to you. It was hard to look at every day but you needed some relief that you’ve survived this long. You don’t remember how the world ended up like this. You were on your way to work before something large jumped on a large bus and killed everyone in less than 5 minutes.

You were able to drive off with the amount of distractions. Studying these alien-hybrids, they were sensitive with hearing. They could hear you from miles. The slightest squeak from a mouse, that mouse will not be alive. You claimed to have seen 3 roam around the area. Who knew if there were more outside of this country or the state.

You had no idea how to get rid of them, you just learned not to make a sound. 

No sign of people were found in the area. You were scared to be the only one. It was almost making you insane. 

Walking barefoot was something you had to do, in order to keep quiet. Your feet were torn up and dried. They were sore all the time from walking to find shelter and food. The town was not raided much since everyone had been murdered. You feared you might make the wrong step and get yourself killed.

You couldn’t bother calling anyone you knew. The towers were shut off and if you had the chance to, they would get killed by those things. You figured to leave Massachusetts to find people around. Someone outside of the state, find better shelter. 

And that’s what you were doing at this moment. Searching stores to find band aids, medicine and food. You found cans and slipped them into your bag. You had no idea how to open them without making a sound. Put a cloth over them was an idea to open it without a sound but you needed more things. Slowly you slipped the items in your bag and made sure they never made a sound even if you moved.

After raiding the store, you stepped out and made your way down the road. Passing by the courthouse that was torn from the outside. The front doors were ripped open from something trying to get in. You never saw signs of people who died. The creatures didn’t seem to leave a single part. You kept walking for the next hour, seeing the sun get lower than ever.

You needed to find a nearby neighborhood fast and get to an open door. You came across a small neighborhood and began to search the homes. You tried to open the doors softly to not make a sound. Most of the doors were locked and you needed to hurry. You came across a home that looked open. The driveway was some way to hide and find a way in quietly.

You made your way up to the driveway and heard low growling behind but it sounded a ways down the street. You turn back to see a flash of dark before a hand comes over your mouth and the force pulls you back into the side of the house.

You hear the growl and you shut up, you’re frozen in whoever’s arms you were in. The man looks over your shoulder and removes his hand from your mouth and held his index finger to his lips. Be quiet.

The creature walks down the street, its low growls rumbled in your ears like a motor from a exotic car or a large lion in a cage in hunger. Though it couldn’t see you, you were frozen under the man’s touch. His blue eyes stare at you and he slowly stands up and softly pulls you up, guiding you behind the house. He looked behind to make sure the monster was occupied with a snap of a twig down the street.

He guided you into the home and he lets you go, turning to close the door and gently clicked it closed. He turns to you and his brows raise up at you and his head tilts down. You okay?

You nod once. I’m fine. His hands raises up and you noticed his fingers twitched in signs. His brows still raised, “I’m Andrew. I’m not going to hurt you.” His hand reaches out to somewhat give you a gentle sign of ‘I’m calm and I’m friendly’. You understood Sign Language. It was something you learned in high school. Your hands lifted up and your hands bent to sign.

“I’m Y/N.”

He grins softly and raises his hands up again, his index fingers coming together. “Nice to meet you.” You look down to see his forearm. The vibrant color of red was oozing down his arm and your face drops in worry. Then your hands lift up, “You’re hurt.”

The man follows suit of your gaze and turns away to find something to wrap it. You instantly grab his arm to stop him and you slid off your bag. “Let me help you.” You sat him down on the couch and you dug through your bag and he peered inside to see the amount of medication, cans of food and supplies that were needed in his own space. 

He had gone out almost every day. Never saw someone or animals. You came in like God had sent you down. He wasn’t a man of prayer, but since this whole thing came down, he started to. You were like an angel. An angel in disguise of dirtied clothes and he knew you would have a voice like no other. When you touched his arm, he winced and grabbed your wrist to stop you. He shook his head.

Not here.

He knew a place and took your hand, guiding you into the other room. A door that might lead to a closet. But when he opens it slowly, his arm was dripping with blood, a new blood vessel bothered by your own touch and covered the dried blood from a week ago. You look down to see the basement stairs and he stepped down carefully and you followed with your bag in hand.

He motions you to close the door and so you did. The door was covered with foam, even the walls. The foam were all dirtied and probably ripped from the mattresses or things he found outside.

The room was completely covered in foam and you placed your bag on the table. Firefly lights were all around and even a radio was near where your bag was placed. You reached for it and saw the stations.

“I tried to listen for people-” You turned around and held your hand up to stop him, your eyes widen in fear by his voice. You held your other hand to your lips. His reaction was calm and he pulled his hand up to you. “Relax. Nothing can hear us down here. The foam.” You look around the room to hear anything above you two. Nothing heavy or loud growls.

Your breathing was so heavy, it was the only thing you could hear. “As I was saying. The radio is damaged but I was able to fix parts of it and I tried every station. I couldn’t hear anyone. I even tried the departments. Military,” He says. Your gaze follows the walls and your hand grazes the edge of the table.

“Is there anyone else with you?” You asked quietly as if you weren’t confident and brave enough to speak even if he told you it was okay to. His face told you the story already with the frozen look, you could see he was reliving the whole event in his mind. “No. I lost my son in a coma a year ago. My wife was killed later on.” 

“Did it get her?” You ask another.

His eyes turned away and his chest rises to take in the thin humid air of the basement. You see the blood drip down his arm and you grab your bag. “Here.” You take your bag in hand and helped him to the chair, “Sit down.” He follows your order and sat in front of you. 

“This might hurt,” You say to him. He doesn’t say anything as he watches you pull his sleeve back. A large gash in his arm, you couldn’t help but wince at the scene. “What happened?” You asked, grabbing the belt from the bag and wrapped it around his arm.

“I was in town, looking for-” You cut him off when you tighten the belt above his gash to stop the bleeding. He groans in pain. “Fuck!” He hisses. You cringe to the sight of blood gushes out. You pull something out of your bag and held it up. “Bite on this. You’re not going to feel pleasant for this.” You pull out a bottle of alcohol and he grits his teeth. “Jesus Christ.” He puts the item between his teeth and he cranes his neck back to not look down. He looks back down out of fear just as you poured it onto the wound and he shouts in pain, his other hand slamming onto the armrest. 

“Are you a doctor?” He asks, after spitting out the object in his mouth. His chest heaves up and down. Your brows furrowed into a focusing stare, “Medical Academy in high school. Felt like Dr. Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy.” Andrew chuckles, breathlessly till you cut him off again by adding your skills onto his wound. You stitched it up, patched it and wrapped it tight but enough to let the blood flow through his body again.

“Try not to use it,” You warn nonchalantly. He nods once and rolls his bloodied sleeve down, “I’ll try not to.” You were calm around him throughout the rest of the day. The creature didn’t seem to roam the neighborhood but he had been staying in the basement ever since.

“I guess I tend to snore very loud,” He jokes, making you smile at the least. The first night you stayed with him, it wasn’t too uncomfortable. You believed it was the best sleep you’ve had for a long time. You never worried about how loud you were. Your brain was the loudest of it all. It made so much noise of static, you tossed and turned. 

It was Day 304. Almost two weeks with Andrew had never been more comforting than it was alone. Without a doubt, you felt his hand come to contact with your back. But in your head you didn’t think of it. You were sure your mind was making up some kind of comfort. But it was Andrew. 

That morning you were packing your things in your backpack. Andrew shift awake and saw you. “Where you going?” He asks with what was his hoarse voice. Your backpack swung on your shoulders and you paused for a beat. “I need to go. Look for supplies for your arm.”

His eyes glance at his arm that was seeping a bit with his blood so the man grunts, sitting up. “His head hung, “If you’re going I’m coming with you.”

There was no reason to argue with him. Even if you did, it would be you two quietly arguing back and forth. You waited for him to get himself ready. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you noticed how dirty his shirt was covered in. The sweat collecting on his forehead already from the basement heat. He nods to encourage you both to head up and officially become silent as a mouse. 

Andrew was the first to step out into the neighborhood. He made sure nothing was around and he held his hand out to motion you forward. Once you met at his side, his hands lifted up, brows raised up. “Town is down the street. Might be a good idea to go.” You nodded on where he pointed.

He points again, “Cold Spring Park is not far.” He motions you to follow him and so you did. You both were barefoot. Feet dirtied, bruised and cut from the journeys you took to get yourself here. His weren’t as bad as yours. You both walked onto a trail with the large sign, Cold Spring Park. You weren’t familiar with it but Andrew always made eye contact with the creek in the park. 

The trail ended and there were schools, homes and supermarkets. Cars were impacted either with each other or into poles and stores. Andrew’s eyes were squinted to look upon the street ahead. It was silent. You held tightly onto your backpack straps and felt his hand latch onto your shoulder and pointed to the open store. You both walked over there and he points to the shattered glass. Watch your step.

He was the first to enter through the shattered window and he turns to you, holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and watched your step as he somewhat carried you in. You both took foot into the store and saw a bit of what remained in the store. Andrew glances over to you and points at one of the aisles. I’ll head down this one.

You nod at him and went your own way down the other. Searching what was left, you picked things up from the shelf and then checked their dates or read what they could do to help you and your partner. Canned foods were found along the shelves and they weren’t things you liked but they had to be something. Looking over the shelves, Andrew was not in your sight. Your brows furrowed, you couldn’t call out for his name. You watched your step as you tried to make your way to the end of the aisle. 

Just as you got to the end, you jump to the sight of him almost lunging at you. Your breath was caught in your throat as he holds his hand up to you. Then he puts it to his chest in a fist, “Sorry.” The sincere look on his face was believable so you continued your way to the back of the store. Andrew makes his way to the back of the room, entering another room for employees only as you scanned the shelves of small debris and rotting food that were probably scavenged days ago. 

You find more medical supplies that were remaining and then you felt Andrew tap your shoulder. You turned and your eyes look down to the large shotgun in his hands, your eyes widen and the pair look back up to him, shockingly. His head tilts and his face drops, shaking his head. You mouthed, “No.”

He turns you around so he could slip the shotgun into your bag, it stuck out of the bag but he managed to get it to fit. He then lifts up his hands, brows raised up to reason with you, “Not loaded. For our safety.”

Your hands lift up, brows furrowed in fear to show him how nervous you were, “How would it help?” Andrew pauses for a moment and your head tilts to the side. He sighs softly, “It will help. Trust me. There are still people out there.” You couldn’t argue further because he did have some points in his reasoning. You never saw people when you walked around town, but if you and Andrew were both still alive, there was a sign others would be out there.

And they don’t plan on trusting others on their team.

That day, the sun was slowly coming down. And Andrew insisted on taking the trail again, before you two went down that road, you looked into a car to find things. The doors were open, glass were all on the floor and on the chairs. Blood stained the seats and the keys still remained in the ignition. Andrew watched your back as you did this, you slowly opened the glovebox and found a small music player. 

It was still in good condition. The earbuds were attached and you thought about it. You took them. It wasn’t useful, but it would be something to calm you in your sleep. Andrew never minded what you were doing and you walked back to the basement with him. It was quiet throughout your walk. Dumbfounded at yourself, you had to. You had to keep your thoughts of questions memorized throughout the walk back.

Caught a couple snap of twigs in the forest but they never triggered any other species around. 

Andrew let you go first down the stairs and followed behind, closing the door. Once you both stood in the basement, Andrew goes for the shotgun first. You slightly gasped, “Be careful with that, Andrew.” He pauses for a moment and lays it on the table, “I will. Trust me. This could do us some good.”

“But it can draw attention.”

Andrew ignores your last comment and pulls the shells for the gun on the table. You continued to pull out the medical supplies, “I’m gonna need to replace your bandage,” You say. Andrew doesn’t fight you back to say I’m fine. He sits down and you put his arm in your lap and unraveled the bandage. “Andy.”

You peer up at him, his eyes watched your hands carefully till they meet yours. “Not many call me Andrew. If it’s better, you can call me Andy.” You grin softly and shook your head. “They’re both two syllables. Nothing too different about them.” Andy grins and watches as you peeled the used patch off, revealing the ruined skin.

Andy hissed a bit as you cleaned the blood around it, the skin that was stitched together was evident like a large vein. You cleaned it enough to finish it off by patching it again. “I would’ve died from bleeding or an infection if you weren’t here.” You grinned softly at that and lifted your head up at him. “I guess we’re both lucky.” His stare on you was longer than you expected.

Once you wrapped his arm, you looked up to him. His blue eyes searched for some spark in your eyes, shifting from your left to your right. Then when his eyes landed on your lips for a split second. You knew what was going to happen. Your head turns, inhaling softly, “We should head to bed.”

He didn’t show any signs of embarrassment. He could only nod and sigh, “Yeah. We should. We can go out. Look for some things out there. Useful to us.” He began to get comfortable on the one bed he had and shared with you. You two always stayed apart and you thought to ease your nightmares, toss and turns, you took out the music player you had. 

Surely the creatures could not hear the music, you hoped it had good songs. Calming and safe songs. You got into bed and turned your back to Andy, facing the wall. You felt him pull the covers over you and turned away like you did. Back-to-back as usual. The heat in the basement wasn’t good for you. The music played and you slipped the buds into your ears and found the songs calming.

Your mind going to the places where this wasn’t happening. Where you had a nice family, friends and a good job. At that moment, you stayed up for hours, going over those memories. You sighed softly and turned onto your other side and your eyes opened slowly to see Andy facing you. His eyes were closed but he looked tensed like you were. Nervousness. Fear. His eyes opened to feel your gaze and he sees you looking at him for an answer. Neither of you had one.

You didn’t know what to say.

Roslyn by Bon Iver played on a loop. You took the idea and slipped one of the buds out of your ears and handed it to him. His eyes followed your hand and took it, not hesitating to put it in his ear, curiously wondering what you were listening to. Once he did, you could feel his shoulders relax in that moment. He sees your eyes close to listen to the soft music play in your ears. His grin softly lifted but it dropped slowly. 

Eyes opening to look at him, his lips parted to say something. He felt more embarrassed to sit there dumbfounded till his body lifts up and your back turns to lay flat on the mattress as Andy head hovers over yours and his lips crash onto yours. The music still playing in your guys’ ears, you kissed back. His hand gently on your hip. His other arm resting near your head, your head tilts to deepen the kiss and Andy sighs on your lips when your hand tugs his jeans.

Day 315

The next weeks, you and Andy tried to stay alive. You cut your proportions on canned food. Shared a can a day. The markets here weren’t stocked as much as you two hoped. Your cans were stack on stack but they seem to get lower every week. It worried you but traveling around wasn’t much. When you do go out, Andy makes sure he grabs the shotgun, loaded. 

Never once you ran into someone else. It would be some relief for someone to be alive but the fear of them being the enemy. Andy’s arm had began to heal, you made sure no infections were forming. It was a sign of relief. The creatures were never caught near you, yet. Not one of you had made the mistake of making noise.

Andy held the gun tightly to his chest like a man in war. He stood behind you at all times, keeping your back covered as he watched every turn. That endeavor between you and Andy. It became a usual thing. He became more protective than you expected. Nights where he made you forget at times. Nights where you both listened to music. Danced to the slow songs. 

It was something you thought was official. Nowhere to turn. You both had nowhere to run off to. So why leave each other?

You see Andy point to the store, he puts the gun under his arm and his hands lift up, “I’ll be in there, wait here.” He goes in the small store and you looked around to see a car. The doors were all open. Making your way over to the vehicle, you searched every crevice. Newspapers. Keys. Toys. Junk food. You made your way to the passenger side and opened the glovebox. 

Your eyes widen to see something heavy fall from the glovebox and you went to reach for it. And your foot steps on a toy.

“Let’s count to ten!” The toy cheerfully says.

Your heart drops.

“One…” You look around the street to not see anything come just yet. 

“Two…” Your breathing is what you hear. Heart banging against your chest like a bass drum.

“Three…” You’re losing your own hearing, frozen on the spot. “Four…” Tears began to form your eyes. This is it. “Five…” This is it. “Six…” 

This is how you’re going to die. “Seven…” You could hear the birds fly in the sky by something disturbing their rest in the trees. “Eight…” You feel someone pull you away. “Nine…” You hear a loud growl and your hearing comes back. “Ten!” Andy has your hand locked in his. He ducks when the creature crashes into the car where you were at and Andy shoves you to the side. 

“Fantastic!” The toy shouts, leaving it off with a short melody and then stops. You’re 8 feet away from where Andy laid. Both of you stumbled on the ground and the creature’s head turns. The layers on its face peels open like scabs of its skin. The loud purring sound made you hold your breath. Andy has his gun pointed at the creature, ready to blow its head off. 

You’re mentally screaming at him not to. You’ve seen the military take on these things on the news. Their armor is strong. He has no chance. Andy finally looks over to you and he sees you shake your head. His eyes are soft towards as his mouths his last words.

“Run.”

You turn back to the creature and see it walk towards Andy but doesn’t sense him yet. You’re panicking, mind thinking of a plan. Scream. Distract him from Andy. Throw something. You both have the chance. But no better route to escape from. The gun was an option but the armor was going to be a bad idea. Your eyes land on the car keys on the ground. You look over to Andy and he’s completely on his back, gun just a feet away from the creatures face. Its drool landing on Andy’s shirt and staining. He could smell the rot in its breath.

The rumbling sound of its purring felt like thunder. His grip tightens on the gun. Andy’s waiting to do it. 

You grit your teeth.

That will not be your last word, Andy. You push the alarm button on the keys and the car alarm goes off. The creature’s skin lifts up to hear for a split second till Andy fires the shotgun. The creature lunges up and collapses to the side, legs twitching near Andy as he scoots back and you stop the car alarm. Andy stands up and runs over to you. Taking your arm, he drags you both to the alley way. You knew you drew in more of those things by the loud alarm sound.

Andy limping on his foot, he manages to get you guys back home without another scratch. His foot had been aching and you didn’t let him sit down once you got to the porch. You instantly brought him into a hug, letting out a huff of relief. His arm wraps around you securely as he grins softly. 

You pull away and cup his cheek, eyes of worry. He nods with a soft grin. I’m okay. His hand comes up to your cheek, brushing the tear away from yours. 

We’re okay.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Misunderstood part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader

Word count: 1012 words. 

Summary:  You know Carrie’s story, but also you have a secret, could you do something to avoid another tragedy like Carrie’s?.

Warnings: At this moment none. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​‘s Spooky Scary Stories with the Horror Thriller Films prompt:

“Carrie (1976)”

This is a Carrie AU.

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 Part II 

"I hope you have Saturday off because we're going to the movies," Brock said.

"Rumlow, I told you I'm not going out with you, my boyfriend is Steve," you replied.

"Did you miss something Rumlow? She told you she is not interested,” Steve came to interrupt while he hugged you. Brock winced and left.

"But you're going to regret Rogers," Rumlow murmured almost inaudibly once he was away from you.   

"I think he suspects...about my secret," you said.

"Why don't you tell him? Or if you don't want to tell him, maybe it's a good idea to ask for your change to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters...”

“Steve, no, it's no choice, S.H.I.E.L.D. University is my only option," you responded bluntly.

 You had another secret you hadn't told Steve and it had to do with your family. Your family... for years you knew that when they found out you were a mutant... or they'd tell you that you won't be part of the family anymore or they'd kill you. They were against the mutants, they thought they were bad, you remembered all those talks you came to hear in both family and Purifier meetings.

When you discovered your powers, you did everything you could to hide them, you even had to refuse to accept Xavier's invitation to study there because you knew that somehow they were going to find out, however when you entered S.H.I.E.L.D. University was a relief for you, you could finally stop hearing all those horrible comments.

Your boyfriend Steve was one of the few who knew your secret, only him and some of your friends although none of them knew your family, Wanda –your best friend– knew the situation.

 On the other hand, there was also Brock, he was interested in you, in fact, several times he had asked you out, but you always refused, you had never reciprocated his feelings, although all he had achieved was that he did not give up and his hatred for Steve grew up.

Brock had tried several times to separate them, not to say that on different occasions he had managed to get Steve into trouble, you also knew that he was spying on you, it was no coincidence that you found him in the places that used to go on your dates.  

 You were seeing that old newspaper note again, since on one of the boards you heard that case you couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter that more than forty years had passed, so you had researched Carrie's family had a lot of similarities to yours, not counting that you deduced that she was a mutant too, something inside you was afraid your story was going to end the same way, so that was another reason you stayed away from your family. As soon as you saw Steve coming, you kept the note in your backpack, you didn't want me to ask you any questions about it.

 "Doll, we've been dating for just over two years, so I was wondering is time to meet your family," he said suddenly.

You closed your eyes, that was another one of the moments you feared most, you knew they weren't going to turn down Steve, but you were sure Steve wasn't going to be silent when you family say any anti-mutant comments. Even though you already knew Steve's family, he didn't know yours and so you always kept talking about them.

"No... I don't think that's a good idea, they... they're special, I don't think you like them, and I’d rather never...”

"You know my mom, I think your parents should know who your boyfriend is.”

"Steve seriously, they don't care and the further away we are from them it is the better.”

Before Steve could say anything else Wanda and Nat arrived, you breathed relieved by the interruption, sometimes Steve could hold on too much to a single idea, you didn't want him to get involved with your family.

"So if you're going to join us to buy the dresses?” Wanda questioned.

"Sure, what time are we leaving?" You responded by trying to deflect the conversation. “My classes are over.”

"Pietro will go with you?”

"No, my brother's too busy with Crystal," Wanda said.

"Then I'll go with you...”

“NO! It's a way out of friends, just the three of us, don't worry, I'll take care of Y/Natasha refused.   Your friend grabbed your arm to tell you to leave, Steve sat there watching you go.

 "Is everything okay?” Wanda questioned after you left the last store.

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about," you replied.

"You're lying, he asked you to meet your family again, didn't he?”

You bit your lip and settled, they knew you so well you couldn't hide anything from them.

"If there was only one way...”

"Y/N, your only chance is to tell him the truth or convince him never to know them," Wanda said.

"And knowing Steve won't give up easily," Nat said.

 When you got to your bedroom your mobile phone started ringing, you left the bags on the floor, you were bewildered, you can’t remember when the last time you talk to your parents was and now they were the ones calling you.

"Hi mom, how are you?" You answered.

"Everything is okay, well, your dad and I are very excited.”

"Why?”

"Well, we're already preparing everything for next Saturday's dinner.”

“Dinner? What dinner? “

"Next Saturday, a few hours ago we talked to your boyfriend... Steve, I think is his name, you didn't even tell me you had a boyfriend.”

 After you hung the call, you threw your cell phone against the bed, you couldn't believe it, the feeling that that dinner was going to go wrong, you immediately talked to Steve, apparently, somehow he had gotten your parents' phone number and talked to them and so they planned the event.

Now your options were to do something completely desperate to keep them from going, like having an accident or something or just accepting and going to dinner and whatever had to happen.

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[queenofspades20]

Scream - Chapter 1

So this is a reimagining of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Some of the relationships will be different. I am going to mostly follow the movie, but going to change up some of the ending and who is going to be the killer may or may not change. Also, this is going to be set with everyone in college (so, kind of borrowing some elements from Scream 2) and while cellphone use will be prevalent, in this universe, people actually answer unknown calls. I know it’s not the most realistic, but given that most people I know (including myself) don’t answer calls from numbers they don’t recognize, I kind of need people to actually answer their phones for this story to work.

So, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (future chapters); Avengers x Reader

Warnings: gore, angst, violence

Sharon was making some popcorn when he heard his phone go off. The number came up as Unknown.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Who’s this?” A voice responded. Sharon couldn’t tell if the voice was male or female.

“Who are you looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I think you have a wrong number,” Sharon said with a smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It happens. Have a good night.” Sharon hung up the call and put her phone on the counter. She turned back to the popcorn, which was almost finished. After a few minutes, her phone started ringing again, “Unknown” on the caller screen. Sharon just hit ignore. Almost immediately, the phone started ringing again. Sharon gave a huff of annoyance and picked up her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello. I’m sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number.”

“Well, why did you dial it again?” Sharon said with a slight laugh.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for calling you. And, not going to lie, you sound cute.”

Sharon still could not tell if the voice was male or female, but decided to go with it. A little flirtation never hurt anyone. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. What are you up to tonight?”

“Watching some movies.”

“What kind of movies?”

“Just some scary movies. You know, get into the season.” Sharon grabbed the popcorn and moved towards the living room. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that Steve was late, which was unusual for him. Steve always loved a horror movie night.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” the caller asked.

“Um… probably Halloween.”

“Is that the one where the guy chases after the babysitters?”

“Michael Myers. Yeah.”

“That’s a good one. I was always partial to Friday the 13th.”

“Voorhees is a good villain. I love that series.”

“So, what’s your name?” Sharon pulled the phone away from her ear to send a quick text to Steve to see where he was.

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“I want to know who I’m looking at.”

“What?” Sharon felt alarmed.

“I want to know who I’m talking to.”

“That’s not what you said.” Sharon made her way to the front door. She looked out the window next to the door, but could not see anything. After checking the lock, she went to the back door that led to the patio.

“Listen, I got to go.”

“I thought we were having a nice little chat.”

“Chat with someone else.”

“Don’t hang up on me.” The voice suddenly took an angry tone.

Sharon hung up and started to dial Steve’s number when her phone rang again. Sharon sighed and answered the phone. “Yes?”

“I told you not to hang up on me.”

“What do you want?” Sharon asked, exasperated.

“I just want to talk.”

“Well, call someone else.” Sharon hung up the phone. She made her way back to the living room when her phone went off again.

“Listen asshole,” Sharon began, but the voice cut in.

“No, you listen you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish, understand?”

“Is this a joke?” Sharon asked, timid, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

The voice sounded more calm. “More like a game.”

Sharon began to look around for something to defend herself with. She grabbed a chef’s knife from the counter and walked to the front door. “Can you see me?” The voice asked.

“What kind of game?” Sharon was terrified. She couldn’t figure out where Steve was and she couldn’t see anything in the yard of the house. Her heart was pounding.

“Just a little trivia game.”

“I don’t want to play,” Sharon said, as she moved around the house to check all the locks.

“Well, if you don’t, poor Steve will lose. You may want to check the patio.”

Sharon stopped cold. Heart pounding, she ran to the patio door and flipped on the outside light. She saw her boyfriend tied to a chair and gagged. He had a trickle of blood rolling down the side of his face from an obvious head wound. His eyes were wide and he looked terrified.

“What are the rules?”

“Good girl. The rules are simple: I asked you a question, if you get it wrong, you die. If you get it correct, you live. Let’s start easy. Who was the villain in Halloween?”

“Michael Myers,” Sharon answered quickly. She stayed by the patio door, torn between wanting to run out there and untie Steve and staying inside. She didn’t know where the caller was and wasn’t sure she would be able to get to Steve in time. Steve looked at her like he knew they wouldn’t live through this. Sharon tried to convey a hopeful look to him.

“Good job. See? It’s easy. Now for the real question.”

Sharon started crying harder. Her parents were not due back for another 20 minutes. The plan had been to have a movie night with Steve and her parents.  This was a nightmare come true.

“Who was the villain in the original Friday the 13th?”

“Jason Voorhies!” Sharon called out.

“Oh, so sorry. That was wrong.”

“No, it isn’t. I must have watched that movie at least 8 times. It’s Jason Voorhies!” Sharon was insistent.

“If you watched it that many times, then you would remember that it was actually Jason’s mother. You will get another chance, but poor Steve. He is paying the price for your wrong answer,” the caller taunted.

“NO!” Sharon screamed. Steve’s muffled screams filled her ears. The screaming seemed to last an eternity. When they ended, she looked out the door. Steve’s head lolled to the side, his blond hair flopping into his face. Sharon could see his stomach was sliced wide open, his intestines starting to slide out. Sharon sobbed and slammed her fist against the door. “Why are you doing this?”

“Time for your question, Sharon,” the voice stated, ignoring her question. “What door am I at?”

“What?” Sharon started to look around her.

“I said, what. Door. Am. I. At?” the voice said slowly. As Sharon moved to the living room, a crash filled the air. A cloaked figure jumped through the window pane that was next to the front door.  The figure was dressed in a black costume with a white ghostly face. In its hand was a lethal looking knife. Sharon screamed as the figure ran towards her.  She held up her hand with her own knife to try and protect herself. Steve had taken her to a few self-defense classes less than a year ago after a woman in town was brutally raped and murdered. However, her memory of what to do slipped her mind as she panicked. The figure tackled her to the ground.

Sharon’s head hit the floor hard. The figure knocked the knife out of her hand, the knife scattering across the floor. Sharon threw up her arms to try and protect her head and chest. She wiggled her body, trying to get away. She felt the blade of the knife slice into her forearm. With the adrenaline rushing through her, she felt the sting of her flesh cutting open, but she knew she couldn’t let it stop her. She felt the sudden warmth of the blood drip onto her face. Sharon threw up her knee into the attacker’s groin. With a grunt, the figure rolled over and Sharon rushed to her feet. She ran towards the front door, the pounding of feet behind her. As she neared the entry, she was tackled from behind. Sharon kicked her feet back, trying to ward off the attacker. She could feel him or her grabbing at her legs, making it difficult to move. With a lucky kick, she managed to kick them in the face. Sharon felt the grip on her legs loosen and she ran out the broken window. She felt glass cutting into the soles of her feet.

Sharon turned right off the porch and tried to run towards her neighbor’s house. The house was about 200 yards away, but it was her only hope. After she had gone about 25 yards, the figure ran up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Sharon saw the flash of silver and felt immense pain just above her left breast. She screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. The figure started slashing their hand down. With each slash, Sharon felt pain spread across her body. As her strength waned, she reached up and grabbed at the mask of her attacker. Her last view was of a darkened face.

The attacker grabbed Sharon’s ankles and started to drag her body to a tree that was near the front of the house. After ensuring the body was hanging properly, they took a quick picture with Sharon’s phone and uploaded the photo to Sharon’s school social network with a simple caption:

“Who’s next?”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Home Sweet Home: Kill ‘Em

Summary- 3.1k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   

Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Fighting, child endangerment, violence. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

A/N 2- Thank you Everyone who stuck with me through this and have made comments about the story! You all are the very best, and I appreciate all of you. 

Chapter 4 / Masterlist 

The next morning you woke up groggy and looked over to see Andy’s side was untouched. “That idiot must have stayed in the basement.” you say with a groan, and move to sit up, rubbing your face. Grabbing a robe you slip it on, and head out of the bedroom. You peek in on Cassidy as you pass her room, and see John is in with her. Together they are sitting on her bed playing together and you step into the room. John looks up when he hears you and clears his throat. “Are you and Andy still fighting?” 

“Oh baby, I don't know. But it will be okay, I promise.” You tilt your head to kiss the top of his head and Cassidy squirms a bit. 

“Is Andy mad at us? Jody says he is.” She looked miserable at you, since she loved Andy like he was her father, and didn't want him upset with her. You reach to hug her and smile. 

“Andy loves you very much, I know he does. He isn't mad at you. He's just being a grumpy bear lately.” you wink and that seems to ease the kids. “I'm going to go downstairs and make breakfast, come down when you're ready.” 

Leaving them to play, you run into a sleepy Jacob headed to the bathroom. 

“Hey Jake.” You pause him and he rubs his eyes to look at you. “You okay?” 

“Yea, Y/N. I'm gonna go see Sammy later to see how she is doing.” He smiles weakly and you approach him and give him a hug. 

“I bet she will really like that. Also bring her a little something. Maybe flowers or a teddy bear. Us girls like to know we're being thought of.” you suggested while unknowingly lifting your hand to your ear lobe, rolling Andy's diamonds before smiling. “I'm gonna go risk seeing how your dad is, wish me luck.” 

Jacob snorted before going into the bathroom. “You are gonna need it.” 

Downstairs you went into the kitchen to see Andy sitting there, just staring at the wall. You worry your lip before deciding to take a chance, and moving a chair to sit next to him. 

“Andy can we talk?” You reach to take one of his hands in yours and he pulls it away without looking at you. 

Great, he's still pissed off, you thought while pulling your hand back. “Somethings not right Andy.” 

His eyes dart to you from the corner of his eyes. “What do you mean, something isn't right?” 

“Something with this house, it's not okay. It hasn't been in a while. I think… I think we should leave, sell this place and move.” You finally confess the thought that has been on your mind for a while now. Andy’s head whips around to look you up and down, and you could see the way they were red rimmed like he was once more sick. “God Andy, you look terrible, are you okay?” 

“Fine, never better. You can't just run away from your problems Y/N.” He bit out, and you recoiled a bit at the harshness of his tone. 

“Please, Andy. Lets just go. You're not well, and you haven’t been since we moved in.” You are blinking back tears now, worried for Andy and it was hurting to see him like this. Gone was the man you married, and everyday he was turning colder to you, to Jacob and the kids.

His head whipped around again, his eyes roving along the wall. “Y/N, you hear that? Someone is whispering.” You shake your head confused, and Andy whispers under his breath. “Catch ‘em…” His hands come down hard on the table and you jump, flinching away from him. “Gotta find that noise, these houses are big big projects Y/N, we can't just walk away from.” His hand snakes out and grabs yours, squeezing painfully, and you jerk it back from his hold with a cry. He sneers at you. “When did you get so fucking stupid Y/N?” 

Your mouth gapes open, and wipe away the tears. “W-What?” 

“We have everything in this house Y/N, every fucking god damn penny for Christs sake. I don’t even have a proper place to work and get the fuck away from all of you cause of this house.” 

“I don’t care about the money Andy!” you protest and he pushes away from the table, and goes to turn on the stove to put his hands over the flames. 

“I don't care about the money Andy.” He mimics you. “My money Y/N, mine. I made all the sacrifices for you to have this fucking house.”

You are fisting your hands together trying not to scream at him. “Andy we are losing each other here, don't you see? Turn off the stove and talk to me.” 

He jerked the stove knob off and twisted to face you. “YOU WANTED THIS GOD FORSAKEN HOUSE Y/N, NOW YOU GOT IT.” He snarled out, thumping his fist against the counter, and you jumped, hiding your face in your hands. All three of the kids had at some point come downstairs and were standing in the doorway witnessing it. Andy’s eyes roved over them with a look of disgust, then back at you, and he shook his head. “You all are so fucking pathetic. Home sweet home.” He went down in the basement, and Jacob went past the kids and shut the door, tempted to throw the lock to keep his father shut down there. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jacob sympathetically comes over and takes Andy's seat. You lift your head and wipe at the tears. 

“Yea, yea I’m okay. Jake, I think I'm going to take John and Cassidy to my moms for a little bit. I just can't keep doing this right now. It’s killing me, it’s killing me he's become this person who I don't know. I have had news I was going to tell him last night, and I don't dare now.” you hung your head and Jacob leaned forward, taking your hand in his. 

“What kind of news?” he tilted his head in question, and you lifted your head to look at him, giving a little sad smile. 

“We’re pregnant, I was going to tell him before we went to bed, but with everything going on.” You wandered off, and Jacob gave a smile. 

“Y/N, that's great news. Dad will be happy, I just know it.” his hand gave him a squeeze in reassurance. 

“I don't think he will be.” You sigh and let go of his hands, wiping your face. “If you want me to drop you off at Laurie’s, I will.” 

Jacob looks back at the basement door and gives a nod. “I think it's for the best right now. Besides, it's been a while since I have spent time at Mom’s.” 

Downstairs Andy paces back and forth, now the figure that has been tormenting him is following, no longer hiding. It slides up his back and clings like a second skin, whispering repeatedly in his ear. 

Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.  

Andy repeats it to himself, his mind sinking further into madness. “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.” His head snaps up the stairs, and he sees the glowing red eyes, and the form takes shape at the basement door. It's forked tongue sticking out, while hissing his name. “Andy, Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.” 

Andy smirked, advancing up the stairs. Each step alternating. Catch, Kill, Catch, Kill. He shoved open the door to see the kitchen was empty. Going into the entrance, he paused at the steps, listening. Your voice is distinct while talking to the kids. 

“Just your clothes and sleeping toys, everything else stays.” you said, and Andy starts up the stairs, pausing as he sees John packing in his room, and then Cassidy is in her room gathering her stuffed horses off the bed. Finally he ends up in the master bedroom, seeing you frantically gathering clothing from the dresser. 

“Running away I see, typical.” Andy spat out, his tone filled with venom and disgust towards you. 

“Don’t Andy, we're going to my mothers for a few days, Jacob said he wants to go stay with Laurie. We all need a break from each other.” you are so matter of fact about it while folding your shirts. Andy doesn't even pause as he stalks forward and when you turn around to go back to the dresser, he is right there blocking your path and he backhands you to sprawl against the floor. 

You yelp in shock, and he's on you with his hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing till you start struggling, pounding on his arms to get him to let go. He’s shaking you hard enough so your head bounces off the floor. “You were going to run away and not come back bitch, think you can get away from me? I OWN your fucking ass.” he snarled in your face, spit flying from his anger, and you can just see black dots. From somewhere you hear John screaming Jacob’s name, and it all starts to fade out. “Don't worry, I will take care of the kids.” 

Dropping your body, you roll away coughing and gagging while Andy pushes up and goes to look for the kids, who both had run to Jacob’s room. Jacob is squatting next to them, listening to what was going on, when he caught sight of Andy stalking down the hallway. Cassidy looked as well and screamed. 

“Jody! Jody is on his back!” Cassidy for the first time looks at Andy and Jody in fear. Jacob couldn't believe what he was seeing. Just over Andy's shoulder was something following him, looming over him with a grotesque face, fangs bared which Andy also was baring his teeth at the children, glowing red eyes flared and both Andy and Jody shouted at the same time. “Catch em, Kill em!” 

“Run guys, get out of the house!” Jacob pushed the kids towards the stairs, and they started racing down. Jacob felt Andy’s hand grab the nape of his neck and drag him back to slam him forward once more. Sending Jacob flying forward and colliding with the other two children, all three landing in a heap at the bottom. 

He scrambles up, trying to get John and Cassidy on their feet when Andy is about to start down, but you moments earlier had gained strength to get moving. Racing forward, you grab the back of his shirt around whatever the horror is that is clinging to his back and yanks backwards to try and stop him. 

“Andy! Stop! Those are your kids!” you scream, and he whips around, grabbing your arm to wrench it viciously, and slams you into the wall. 

“No no no. Those little ones are not my fucking responsibility. But I will be sure to take care of them once I get my hands on their necks.” He grinned coldly, the creature clinging to him hissed again. “Catch em, Kill em.” 

You sobbed as he fists a hand to hit you with and you sob out. “Andy, fuck Andy don't. I’m pregnant. With your child. Don’t hurt me.” Below you can hear the door open and the only thing you can think of is at least the kids escaped, because from the look in Andy’s eyes, you weren't going to. 

But they cleared a bit, he blinked in surprise. “You are what?” His hand loosened from the first about to pummel you.  

Taking a shuddering breath, you say again. “Pregnant, we're pregnant Andy. You are going to have another child.” Hoping beyond anything that it would be enough for him to break out of whatever the demon spawn grasp. It finally clicked for you that it must be Jody. The thing your daughter had been conversing with. Jody screamed in rage, and Andy turned cold again, his and once more locking into a fist. You heaved a shove at his chest to break loose while he seemed confused, and started to half run, half stumble down the steps. Andy's heavy footfalls are not far behind, and you try to get out the door, but it slammed shut on you. Twisting to get away from Andy, you race into the living room where Jacob is prying open a window. 

“Y/N! Hurry!” He reaches in and grabs your arm, helping hauling you out. Andy grabs your leg, and you kick out with the other one, catching him in the face. You felt the crunch of bone where his nose gave way, but he let go enough for Jacob to continue pulling you towards the car. 

He too is stumbling out the window, and when you look over your shoulder, you put on a burst of speed down the driveway, and both of you dive into the front seats. Your hands shaking, you grab the keys from the visor and try to get the car to start. 

“Hurry! Y/N, he's coming.” Jacob yells, and you cry out. 

“I'm trying! Oh god, Andy STOP!” In the backseat John and Cassidy are screaming in fear and you get the car in drive, slamming on the gas pedal while you are screaming at your husband. The sudden surge forward happened to catch Andy, sprawling him across the hood, and then shooting him forward to land in a heap. You slam on the break and stare at him, your mind whirring so fast you cant believe your saying what's coming out of your mouth. 

“Jacob, there is rope in the trunk, get it. We have to get him out of here.” 

“Y/N, are you crazy?! Dad was just about to kill us!” Jacob shakes his head in a no and you pop the trunk. 

“It's the house Jacob, it's not your dad's fault. We have to hurry before he wakes back up though.” You urge and are going out your door to check on Andy, and Jacob hesitates, and then follows, grabbing the rope out of the trunk and racing back. 

You roll Andy to his stomach and yank your unconscious husband's hands behind his back and once Jacob comes over, you tie them as quickly as you can. Beneath you Andy starts groaning, and he’s saying something. But it's slurred, and you get up to grab his shoulders. “Come on, let's get him in the trunk.” 

It felt like it took forever, Andy was so heavy and you both struggled getting him around the car. When you start to push him into the trunk, you see a shadow figure lurking just at the edge of the house, still chanting “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.” 

With a heave, you shove Andy in, and he twists, wild eyed. “Y/N, Y/N, Baby, just fucking kill me, I’m not going to stop. It's trying to take me again.” You look down at him, and shake your head, your tears streaming down your face. 

“I’m getting you out of here Andy.” Slamming the trunk shut while Andy starts screaming your name. Ignoring the thing lurking along the shadow of the house, you get back in the car and whip it around, 112 Ocean Avenue House in your rear view. 

You drive, as fast as possible away from the town. Once you feel you are far enough away, you go to a hospital and get the whole family into the emergency room, including a half out of it Andy. “Please, please I need help. My husband was hit by a car.” You try to stumble Andy in, but he collapses, weakened from the whole ordeal. 

There is a noise, it's annoying Andy as he starts to come back. It was a buzzing in his ear and a steady beep. He can tell he's not in his bed, this mattress was much too hard. His thoughts race all before he gets the energy to pry his eyelids apart. Trying to remember what happened. It was hazy, he remembered being in the basement, his mind heavy with the liquor and rage at his family, at you. You were leaving the house and him. After that he didn't want to remember, it was a sickening drive to choke the life out of you, the kids, and Jacob too. 

Andy eventually blinks his eyes open, and the first thing he sees is you sitting by his bed, holding his hand. “Y/N?” he says hoarsely, and you nod, squeezing his hand with a smile. 

“Hey Andy, I’m right here.” you say and he lifts his hand to cup your face, tracing your bruises gently as his eyes well up. 

“Oh babygirl, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” He drops his hand and you shift from your seat to sit on his bed and cup his face, now the tears were soaking in his beard and you could see he was remembering everything that happened, what he was almost made to do. 

“Andy, hush baby hush. I knew that wasn’t you.” You ease down, your head on his chest, and he buries his face on the top of your head, still crying unable to help himself. He could have lost all of you, in seconds. He fought it, tried to. But that thing, Jody was stronger then he was, and shame filled him that he would have killed all of you. Uncontrolled sobs wracked his body harshly, harsher than that cough ever done to him. He clung to you for a few minutes till the overwhelming emotions backed off, and he eased his hold. 

You shift a bit to sit back up and take his hand in yours. “Andy we got out, all of us. You're in the worst shape, Jacob and the kids are all perfectly safe. We never have to go back to that place.” 

Andy shook his head, fear filling him at any of you returning. “God fuck no. None of us are ever going back to that house. Destroy it. Tear it down.” 

You nod, your fingers tracing his hand and you smiled. “Hey, I have some good news. Something to make today a bit better.” You take his hand and press it against your belly. “You're gonna be a daddy again.” 

His fingers flexed slightly, and he moved to sit up with a shudder. “Oh fuck, I didn’t hurt you there did I?” His other hand cupped your face and you shook your head. 

“No, actually when I told you, you snapped out of the control. How I knew it wasn't you. You did your best to stop it.” your hand rubbed over his pressed against your stomach. “I'm going to go get the doctor, let them look you over.” You kissed his forehead and moved off the bed, leaving the room. Andy eased back against the pillows. You were sure he was fine before you closed the door all the way, heading towards the nurses station. On the way, you had to pass the room that had the children in it, and as you were passing it, you distinctly heard Cassidy’s voice chant. “Jody, we can play Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em later, right now I want to watch Blue’s Clues.” 

Your throat closed up, and when you eased the door open, there was Cassidy sitting in the middle of the bed sipping on her juice box. 

“Hi Mommy, Jody’s back to play!”

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Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em

Summary- 3.9k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.    Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Child Endangerment, Hints of Smut (nothing graphic) Swears.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

A/N 2- We’re halfway through! 

Chapter 2 / Masterlist

The family settled and a few weeks later, morning started out normal for the rest of the household , but didn't start that way for Andy. His coughing never seemed to break and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. You were already up to make breakfast for everyone, and Andy came down the stairs, rubbing at his chest. 

“Coffee Andy?” You ask while holding the coffee pot over his mug but he shook his head. 

“No, I actually came down hoping to find some cough syrup? Or pain medicine? Anything really. We don't have any upstairs.” 

“Oh I tossed out the old stuff. But I will pick some up when I go out today. I told Jacob that I would drop him off at the high school today after I got John on the bus.” 

Just as you were saying this, a stampede of footsteps came down the stairs making Andy wince a bit and all three kids came around the corner into the kitchen. Andy barked out a bit sharply, which even surprised you. “Y’all don’t need to be running on the stairs.” He coughed again and shivered. “Fuck its cold… I'm going down to check on the heater. If you could get that stuff, that would be great.” 

He snapped the door open and disappeared from sight while you were staring after him in surprise. Even all three of the kids seem to be in shock. Jacob just shrugged at his father's weird behavior and went to sit on a stool at the kitchen bar, the other two following him while you set plates with some scrambled eggs on them in front of them. Jacob just took toast nibbling on the edge of it a bit. 

“My phone cant keep any kind of charge whatsoever! I just got this thing to.” Jacob flipped it around to show you, and you saw it was already at 50 percent. You frowned at that, because of course he had one of the better styles of phones. Much better than anything you've ever had. 

“Your charging cord is working and everything?” You question and he nods, slipping it in his pocket. 

“Works just fine. It charges it to one hundred percent, twenty minutes later it is back down to fifty.” 

You shrug at Jacob at a loss and happen to glance at a small clock on the kitchen windowsill. “Shit.” you hiss out and down the last of your coffee. “Come on, time for the bus before we're late. Jake, meet you in the car.” You grab your car keys and open the door to call down to Andy. “I'm taking the kids to school.” 

You heard nothing more than a resounding deep cough and frowned reminding yourself to pick up that cough medicine for Andy on your way home. “Got your backpack John? Alright, lets go.” The whole pack of kids ushered out the door, leaving Andy all alone. 

Andy is pacing downstairs, waiting for the heater to kick on, cursing it out. 

“Spent all this money and the damn thing wont work.” he mutters while pulling the chair from his desk to it to sit in front of it, messing with the buttons on the front till a groaning protest came from the heater, and it clicked on to blast a bit of cool air, and quickly switched to warm. Rolling his chair back to his desk, he pulled out files from the bottom drawer to contact his clients and inform them that he was back in business at his new location. 

He was so tired though, having felt like he was up half the night feeling ill, and within a few moments he simply closed his eyes to rest them, he would use as an excuse to himself. Within moments he nodded off, and the creeping shadow came out of hiding, solidifying in front of his desk. Sharp clicking steps echoed against the cement floor and claws seared when they touched the wood of Andy's desk. It leaned forward to loom over the desk, over Andy whose chin rested against his chest. Forked tongue slithered along Andy's face, making him twitch in his sleep, whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” Red eyes watched his victim for a moment, seemingly at peace in this state. It flexed its hands, claws scratching into the wood before giving a hard shake, sending  papers and pens flying, Andy’s laptop skidding across the surface and a picture that you had set on there yesterday crashing loudly to the floor. Cracking the glass into shattering pieces across the floor to glint wickedly. Andy’s eyes sprang open and he tipped forward to grab his shaking desk in surprise to see glowing red eyes and the scream of “Catch ‘em!” 

Then it all stopped, and he shoved back from his desk, pressing his heels to his eyes thinking he was seeing things. “What the fuck, what the fuck.” when he lifted his head, his breathing shaky to look at his desk, it was all normal. His papers were still exactly where he had set them before, his laptop in sleep mode ready to be used, pens all neatly lined up how he liked, and his family looking at him with wide happy smiles and laughs at the beach, the glass shining slightly in the light. 

“Jesus Christ Andy, get it together.” he shivered, cold once more and started coughing again. The door at the top of the stairs opened and your soft footsteps brought you down, Andy glanced up to see you carrying a steaming mug with the string of a tea bag wrapped around the handle and a paper bag that he assumed must have been the med’s he asked for. You reached the bottom and started approaching him, seeing his flushed face, the way he was heavy breathing with the rise of his chest, and you frowned while sitting the mug in front of him. 

“Baby, you don't look so good.” Your hand brushed against the side of his face, and it felt ice cold to him. Jerking out of your touch a bit, he wrapped his hands around the mug and sipped from it, scowling at the taste. 

“Don't talk to me like one of the kids Y/N.” he bit out of nowhere and he could see your face flash in a bit of hurt. “Sorry- sorry… I don't know what's wrong. Just a head cold is all. Are those the med’s?” 

“I got you a bit of everything.” your voice was colder towards him now, turned off from his offhand comment, and you set those down to, Andy knew he had to make it up to you, that was twice in the same morning he had been short, completely out of character for him. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I have been an ass this morning.” He said, hoping you would ease up a bit. Which you did, he felt you relax on his thigh and your hand lifted to brush through his hair, tilting your head. 

“I know you're not feeling good. Come up soon and lay back down though? I am worried about you.” you confess, and he nods. “I gotta go back up and check on Cassidy.” 

You leave him at his work, and going up the stairs, you leave the door open to let the kitchen's sunshine at least shine down the dark stairs. Maybe it will remind Andy to come back up you think to yourself as you leave the kitchen. 

As soon as you do, the door eases shut, closing him back down in the dark belly of the house. Up the stairs, you walk the long hallway towards Cassidy’s room, gazing along the walls, imagining the photos you wanted to hang along the way when you heard Cassidy’s soft voice seemingly talking to someone. 

“No Jody, I cant. Mommy wouldn't like that, and neither would Andy.” You tilt your head curiously hearing this now, recalling her mentioning someone by that name a few times now since moving in. 

“Well, okay Jody, that doesn't sound too bad. And it is really cool. He took me out on it a few times. Even let me drive it once.” 

You eased her door open to see her standing in the middle of her room, and she jumped when she saw you. 

“Oh mommy! You scared me.” She giggled, and you poked your head around the door to see what she was talking to. Nothing, there was nothing there. 

“Who are you talking to, Babygirl?” You ask, and Cassidy looks once more where she had been talking before answering. 

“Jody, but they are gone now.” she hummed and turned towards her box of toys to dig through it. You come into the room and go to sit on the edge of her bed, watching as she pulled out a few of her dolls and brought out her tea set. 

You wiggle your nose a bit, knowing imaginary friends were not uncommon. You pull up to a stand as she is setting up her dolls around a small table. “Do you want me to have tea with you?” 

“No Mommy, I wanna just play by myself.” She said happily and you lean down to kiss the top of her head. Walking out, Cassidy followed behind you, peeking out to see you heading off to go back down the stairs. 

“Okay Jody, she's gone. You still wanna go down to see the boat?” Cassidy looked over her shoulder to see the closet door easing open on its own. Cassidy giggled, and raced out of her bedroom, one goal in mind. Going to the boathouse. 

You're in the kitchen, unpacking the last few boxes when you hear Cassidy’s feet thumping down the stairs. Luckily Andy is still down in the basement and hopefully can't hear the thumps that seemed to bother him. You were surprised in finding the door, but figured he must have had to shut it if he was talking to a client. Opening it back up to hear Andy was still downstairs, typing away on his laptop now with the clicking noise that worked its way up the stairs. Humming you lift another box on the table and start to unpack the contents. Turning your back from the fridge, you hop up to sit on the edge of the counter so you could fit the dishes together and put them on the upper shelf you couldn't reach. Unnoticed by you, the alphabet letters on the fridge start shifting around, letters coming together to fit together in a couple words. 

When you finish, you hop off the counter and turn back to catch sight of the refrigerator door, your eyes widening at the horrible words spelled on the door. 

Katch ‘em Kill ‘em 

You gasp in shock at them, wondering who would have possibly written that. Thumps on the stairs distracted you half a second and Andy appeared with his mug for a refill. “Andy, did you write that on the fridge?” you say in a slightly accusing voice, and he frowns while glancing at you as he heads to put the kettle on the stove. 

“What are you talking about Y/N?” 

“The magnets on the fridge.” You answer and you both turn to the fridge door to see the letters scattered all over the place, not spelling anything. You scowl in frustration, because you know what you saw and Andy gives you a strange look. 

“What words?” he asks while he's at the sink, filling up the kettle with water and you just shake your head. 

“Nothing, I thought I saw something, but I didn't.” you brush it off, now unsure of what you saw. While you're unwrapping more dishes, you suddenly hear Andy utter. “Oh shit, Cassidy!” and the tin sound of the kettle crashing in the sink while Andy is sprinting to the back door and outside. You drop what you're doing and follow him out, right on his heels as he's running down the wooden deck steps and headed straight for the boat house. “ANDY?” You shout from behind him as he's running full out across the deck. “What's wrong?!” your panicked, unsure what is going on while Andy is trying to wrench the door open. 

“Cassidy, I saw her go in here.” He rushed out as he wrenched on the handle, trying to get it to unclasp. You start pounding on the door now in a frantic way, Cassidy couldn't swim, and the boat house was stretched over the lake, should she slip in, there was a good chance she would drown. Your fear builds as Andy continues trying to get the door open. “What the fuck. CASS! OPEN THE DOOR.” he yells while trying to push it open.

“Oh god Andy, get it open, get it open.” tears start to well up in your eyes as you picture your daughter slipping under the water out of sight. 

Andy growls out and pushes you aside to slam against the door, hoping to wrench it open. “I'm trying Y/N, get out of the way.” 

Your just about to jump in to swim around to the other side of the boat house when the door sprang open and you both race in, looking around the dim interior to see Cassidy standing on the nose of the motor boat just staring out over the lake, you gasp in surprise seeing her like that as Andy made his way carefully along the edge of the deck not to startle her. 

“Cass, Babygirl, look at me.” Andy says softly as he makes his way towards her. Your right behind him. 

“Cassidy, look at Andy.” you whimper out, watching as she gets closer to the edge of the boat, and her gaze was so far away out over the lake, like she never noticed you or Andy trying to get to her.

“Cass!” He says more urgently, and she jumps to look at him, slipping a bit as the boat rocks from her movements. “Take my hand baby.” He stretches his hand out and she shakes her head a bit. 

“I can’t, I gotta go.” Cass say’s with certainty, tilting her head like she was listening to someone else. “Jody want’s to take me to play.” 

“Take his hand Cass!” your panic rushing your voice and Andy stretches out further over the water, his voice turning hard and authoritative. 

“Cassidy I’m not asking again. Take my hand.” When Cassidy heard him this time, she snapped her head to look at him and her eyes grew wide with surprise. She stretched for his hand, her fingers trying to reach for his. Andy is quick to snatch her and pull her off the boat to safety, falling back against the wall from the momentum. You gather your daughter in your arms, giving a sob. 

“Cassidy what were you doing, you could have drowned.” 

Now the girl is caught up in Andy's and yours fear, giving her own sob as tears burst from her eyes while you and Andy rush out of the boat house with her strongly clutched in your arms, stopping just outside as she wails out. “Jody wanted to see the boat Mommy! Jody wanted me to go with them.” 

“Cass, there is no Jody!” your nerves shook so you shout at her in anger and fear, and Andy reaches to take Cassidy from your arms. 

“She's scared Y/N and didn't know any better, yelling isn't going to help.” He turns the little girl in his arms as she sobs into his shoulder, his hand smoothing along her back to calm her down. “Hey Kiddo, it's going to be okay.” He tried calming Cassidy who’s sobs wracked her body in Andy’s arms, and you walked away a bit to take a shuddering inhale. You know he's right, you're just upsetting her more, but your fear outweighed that right now. 

“Just lock that damn door Andy, so this doesn't happen again.” you look back at the door and he nods. 

“I will go pick up a lock at the hardware store, I promise.” He assured you and you nodded, wiping away your tears. Now your daughters crying in Andy’s shoulder upset you, made you feel guilty for yelling at her. You move to press your hand against her back and say her name. She tilts her head to look at you through teary eyes and you try giving her a shaky smile. 

“I’m sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell. You just really scared me and Andy.” 

She gave a sniffle and Andy eased her back so she could wipe her face dry and look at both of them. 

“I’m-i’m sorry. Next time I will ask.” She said, and you nodded. Andy shifted her once more to rest on his hip. 

“Cassidy, the boathouse is dangerous and you know off limits to you and John. If Jody tells you to do something you're not supposed to, what do you tell Jody?” he asked and the little girl lifted her arm to wipe her face again, hiccuping as she tried to catch her breath. 

“I tell Jody no Andy.” she said, his hand still rubbing against her back. 

“That's right, if you're not sure if you're allowed, you come ask Mommy, Me, or Jacob if it's okay.” he smiled at her to reassure her that it was all okay.

She gave a nod and he held up a pinkie finger, which she hooked her finger around and Andy kissed her forehead. “Pinky promise I swear Andy.” 

“Can't break a pinky promise. You know… I think I have some cookies up at the house.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the last tears away with his thumb on her cheeks. “You wanna get a snack before I have to go back to work?” 

Cassidy seemed to consider it. “Oreos?” 

“Of course they are oreos!” Andy winked as you all headed back up to the house. “Best cookie there is, right?” 

Cassidy gave a firm nod, and you let out a relieved breath. Crisis averted. 

Later that afternoon, Andy came back out of the basement just as you were finishing the kitchen, Cassidy coloring at the table while he grabbed his keys. 

“I will go pick up Jacob and stop at the hardware store.” He pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you looked at him. 

“You sure you're feeling up for it?” 

Andy nodded and flashed a smile. “I feel much better Love, those meds kicked in and some fresh air will do me good.” 

You happen to agree since he's been in that basement most of the day, and you wave a goodbye, deciding you should probably figure out what's gonna be for dinner later in the day. “How about tacos tonight Cass?” 

She cheers and  you double check to make sure there was enough ingredients, which there was. No need to send Andy a text to pick up anything. “Come on kiddo, lets go pick John up from the bus stop.” you snap the door shut, bluntly ignoring the letters scattered over the fridge. 

Heading down the driveway, the house groaned, all alone once again. There was a shattering through the kitchen, your finest dishes being flung from the cupboard and against the wall, fine china dust settling in the air as the scattered pieces spread across the linoleum for you to find later. The basement door wrenched open and the yawning darkness going down the stairs turned darker, more ominous. 

When you came back, you stared in shock, stopping both John and Cassidy from going in to save them from stepping on shattered broken shards. “How about you two go on up to your rooms to play while I clean this up?” 

Both children went upstairs, and you grabbed a broom to start sweeping, as you passed the basement door, you slammed it shut in frustration and anger. 

Night fell and you got the kids settled in. Settling in bed yourself to lean against the headboard, massaging your temples while Andy was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

You were beat after having to help John with his homework and Cassidy suddenly changed her mind and just hated tacos. Andy seemed to be feeling better, helping where he could. Offering to take over the dishes when John called you back to the kitchen table, and afterwards he hugged you from behind, kissing your neck while whispering in your ear that he couldn't wait to put a baby in you before he went back down to the basement to finish up with a few things.  

Thinking back on his idea made you warm up and when Andy came back in the bedroom and stretched out next to you, you looked at him, biting your lip while looking at him.

“You really wanna tonight?” you asked hopeful, since moving your and Andy’s sexual escapades had diminished a bit and you put it all to the stress of moving a whole family to a new house.

“Make you a baby momma? Of course, come on over Pretty Girl.” He reached up to click off the lights and bathe the room in the moonlight when you gently eased into his lap, the two of you starting with gentle affectionate kisses before they turned deeper and needier. Andy's hands slid up and down your back through your tank top, and you would sigh against his lips at how good it felt. Andy chained kisses from your mouth to your jaw and you tilted your head back to let him chain those kisses of his down your neck. He pulled you in closer to feel more of you when his glance lifted to look in the mirror just behind you at the end of the bed. 

At first Andy had no idea what he was actually looking at, a grotesque face appeared above him in the mirror, like it was balancing on the headboard behind him. Crouching in place, its clawed hands dug into the wood, its muscled body flexing as it swayed slightly on the head board. Up to its face, a forked tongue slithered out and red eyes glared at him in the mirror. How could something from a nightmare be here right now? He wasn't asleep, he was just about to make love to his wife. His head jerked back in shock, banging against the headboard with a loud crack as he looked up to see nothing above him. “Fuck!” 

You yanked up in surprise, running your hands down his chest. “Handsome, what's wrong?” your head tilted and you looked where he was staring, feeling his heart starting to race under your hands. 

“You didn't see that?” He grasped your hips, making you go still as you frowned. 

“See what Andy?” his gaze fell back to ours and then back up. 

“There was something there, fuck I saw it in the mirror. I don’t even know what it was. It looked like a- ” He grasped your hips and sat up to look around, your hands grabbing onto the front of his tee shirt in surprise. Looking back to the mirror and then to Andy who was still trying to figure it out. 

“Like what Andy?” You are studying him trying to figure out what he was talking about. 

“Fuck it I know Y/N.” His hold tightened on you a moment, like whatever was going to rip you away while he still looked around the room. 

“Hey hey, Andy.” you cup his face and make him look at you, kissing his forehead and down till you leaned your forehead against his. “It's okay, there is nothing there, I promise.” Your lips brushed against his. His breathing slowly started to settle back down, and your hands rubbed against his shoulders and the back of his neck as he started to sink back against the pillows, rubbing at his face. 

“It was so real though Y/N. These past few weeks, I feel like I'm losing my mind.” 

You tilt your head and brace your hands against his chest. “Stress Andy, we’ve had a lot going on. It will get better, I promise.” 

His blue eyes shined up at yours and softened seeing you looking down at him, his hands going back to tracing your thighs clasped at his sides. “You know I love you right Pretty Girl?” 

You nodded and he twisted you two around till you were underneath him, and tilted your head up to kiss you deeply. “I think I was just about to put a baby in you.” 

You giggled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering. “Yes you were Andy.”

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Home Sweet Home: Moving Day

Summary- 3.1k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Not many that I can see. Mentions of murder and spooks. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

Chapter 1 / Masterlist 

The day the family moves in, you couldn't have been more excited to be moving into your dream home. The home you and Andy would be raising the family in. The movers were quick under your and Andy’s directions of where to put boxes and furniture. Jacob managed to keep Cassidy and John occupied by exploring the yard and along the lakes edge until most of the chaos ended. 

Andy and you called them in once the movers left. When all three came back in, you took them on a tour of the house, going through the downstairs and then going on upstairs to show each one the bedrooms you and Andy had chosen. Andy took the boys to their rooms, dropping John off in his to check out, and then Andy opened a nearby door to Jacob's room. Jacob walked in, looking around. “Yup, looks like a bedroom.” he commented, sounding just like Andy in that moment. Andy stepped in, remarking at him. 

“Smartass... do you like it? Y/N thought this one would be better for you. It's a bit away from the kids, give you a bit more privacy you didn't have at the other house.” 

Jacob gave a smile to his father while nodding. “It's great dad, seriously.” he assured him, and Andy nodded. 

“Well I will leave you to unpack then.” 

In Cassidy’s room, she was excited over the unique windows facing the front, and she ran to the first one looking out over the driveway and the rest of the neighborhood. “Wow, I can see everything.” She started waving at people passing by on the street. 

“You really like it Sweetheart?” You asked, having picked this room just for her cause of the pink flowered wallpaper, and there was a small vanity already built into the wall. She nodded and giggled at the window. 

“Yes mommy, I do.” She went back to looking at the window, and you pulled open a box to start taking care of clothes when she started speaking again. “Hi, hello… what's your name?” She tilted her head with a nod and another giggle. “I’m Cassidy, see you later!” You had been working on putting clothes in the dresser from boxers when you heard her odd words. 

“Who are you talking to Baby?” You go over behind her and she looks up at you. 

“They said a friend, but they had to go.” She shrugged like it was no big deal and went to go open more boxes to help you unpack. You peek outside curiously, but saw nothing out of the ordinary when Andy saying your name turned you around. 

“Hmm, what?” 

“I said the boys both approve of the rooms you chose for them, and are currently putting their rooms together. I'm gonna go build our bed and then come take care of Cassidy’s.” 

Agreeing that was a good idea, the rest of the day was getting the basics together. By the time dinner rolled around, Andy had insisted on ordering a few pizzas and you agreed tiredly. Andy eased a hand over your shoulder and to the back of your neck, massaging gently while you let your head fall forward, breathing in deeply. “How about you take a shower? I will get dinner handled. By the time you come back down, it should be already.” 

“You really don't mind Andy?” You ask, and he gives a shake of the head, kissing your forehead he eased you towards the stairs. 

“Baby, I insist.” He winked at you, and you gave a nod while heading up the stairs. The allure of a hot shower and getting into your ultimate comfort clothes you already pulled out and were on the bed just sounded like the best thing you've ever heard. 

Grabbing your towels and a washcloth from a box, you wandered into the master bathroom. This was the first time you’ve had a bathroom all for just the two of you, and you couldn't help but feel like this was truly living. Soon the hot water was going, and you were stepping into the shower, humming happily to yourself. 

Downstairs Andy had made the call for a few pizzas after googling for a local restaurant. He went to check on John and Cassidy to find that they had found a board game and were making up their own version. Jacob, he could hear music playing up in his room. You were in the shower and he would be taking one soon as everyone was fed and the little ones put in bed. All in all a good day he thought. Going back to the kitchen, he searched out for plates, and took care of a few more dishes. It wasn't long till the doorbell rang. “Coming.” Andy called out while checking to be sure he had his wallet on him for a tip to whomever was delivering that night. 

He opened the door to find a teenager warily standing on the bottom step, looking up at the house. Jumping a bit when he heard Andy open the door, he went up the stairs and held the boxes out. “Been a while since anyone has came out here.” 

Andy took the pizzas and set them just inside the door on a small table and then dug out his wallet to pull out a tip. “Oh yea, is that so?” Not really giving the kid’s words much thought, but he ended up continuing regardless of Andy’s uninterested tone. 

“Yea, last time anyone came out was before that night.” He took the tip, and pocketed it. “You know about the night, right?” 

Andy shuffled a bit, wanting to close the door. “Yes, we were made aware before we moved in.” 

The teenager just continued. “Yup, all five of them were in their beds. I knew Ronnie, he was a lot older than me, but he was cool. Can't believe he took a rifle and just shot them all. Guess you just never know what people are capable of.” 

Now Andy was done, and snapped out. “No I guess not. Bye.” Stepping back, he let the door shut firmly and flipped the lock, gathering the pizzas to take to the kitchen. What the kid said unsettled him. But he shook it off before addressing John and Cassidy. “Are you hungry, Kids?” 

A thud of feet sent Cassidy and John racing into the kitchen, and Andy simply sent a message from his phone to Jacob upstairs, knowing it would be faster than going up to knock on his door. Grabbing plates, Andy looked at the two littlest ones. 

“Okay kids, I got… anchovy and extra anchovy. What do you want.” He grinned innocently at them, and they both made funny faces at him in disgust. 

“Cheese?” John asked hopefully. Andy popped open the top, and showed off a cheese pizza. Peeling off a slice and plating it, Cassidy reached for the plate. 

“Andy, can you add an extra slice for Jody? They say they want a piece.” Cassidy hummed and Andy indulged her, putting on a second slice. 

“Who’s Jody Kiddo?” Andy questioned as he also handed over paper towels for napkins. 

“My friend. But you can't see them. They don’t like grownups although I told them you were nice.” She said as if it was everyday and John rolled his eyes at her 

“You're so weird Cass, Jody isn't real.”  John snickered as he reached for a piece and bit off the end while Andy handed a plate over to him to use.

“Is to! Jody says boys like you are mean.” Cassidy cried out and then the siblings stuck their tongues out at each other and Andy was quick to jump in. 

 “Hey hey hey, John don't pick on your sister. Cass, Please just tell Jody not to make a mess.”

Jacob came in the room, following his nose to the scent of pizza. “Who’s Jody?” 

Andy moved aside the cheese to the pizza with toppings underneath he knew Jacob would prefer. “Jody is Cass’s friend.” Cassidy took a bite of her pizza and gave Jacob a nod, and the teenager nodded in understanding. Picking out a slice of pepperoni. “Ya know, I had a friend like that.” 

“You did?” John asked, suddenly on board with the imaginary friends cause Jacob seemed okay with it. Andy went to find a couple wine glasses while listening to Jacob recall the story of his imaginary friend Stan the Man. Andy had to smile at the memory of Jacob and Stan the Man, his son had insisted he was taller then the house but could shrink down to his size in order to play. Laurie had been a bit concerned about how often Jacob had talked about him, but Andy wasn’t. Pulling out a bottle of wine, he opened it up and checked the time, figuring you would be down pretty soon.

Upstairs you were finishing your shower, your head tilted back into the spray and fingers scrubbing out your conditioner when you happened to look towards the showers curtain and saw what looked like Andy standing there. “Andy? You trying to sneak in with me for a few minutes?” You rubbed the water from your face, expecting to hear an answer. 

“Andy?” You looked again and the shape moved like they were about to get in, but there still isn't an answer. 

“Are the kids okay? Andy?” you frowned and went to move the curtain, to open it and when you looked around it, there was nothing. No one was standing there, the door was still shut, and you could feel your heart race a bit. You suddenly didn't want to be there anymore when your chest tightened in discomfort, you knew you saw someone on the other side of the curtain, and was sure of it. A chill ran up your spine and you hurriedly rushed to turn the water off and get out. Drying off, you hurried off into the bedroom, completely missing the whisper of your name as well as a figure moving out of the fogged up mirror, leaving behind the word ‘Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em’ streaked through the condensation. 

Dressing, you made your way downstairs to see everyone Andy and Jacob laughing about something while picking at toppings of their pizza slices to pop in their mouth,  the kids sitting at the table, legs swinging as they peeled off bits of cheese. You approached to peek in the box, grabbing a piece of pepperoni, and Andy hugged you from behind, his beard tickling your neck as he hummed against your ear. 

“Feel better Mrs.Barber?” 

“I will feel better if there is a glass of wine with my name on it.” You chuckled and he was quick to hand you one. Sipping from it, you set it aside and turned in his arms, cupping his face in your hands. “Now I’m much better, thank you.” Tilting up you gave him an affectionate kiss, John and Cassidy making eww noises and Andy chuckled against your lips at them. 

“Man, we're trying to eat. Take it to your room.” Jacob joked from the other side of the counter, and Andy gave a smug look at his son. “We probably will later.” Jacobs scowl had you covering your mouth in a laugh and you finally reached for a slice of pizza, nipping at the tip.  

Dinner was eaten, and after Jacob goes to his room, and the kids are in bed all tucked in, you go to the bedroom with wine glass in hand, Andy is stretched out on the bed to relax for the first time that day. You set your wine glass aside on the dresser, and go to work on hanging Andy’s suits in the closet before going to lay down, unsettled a bit as you look towards the bathroom. 

“Andy, you didn’t happen to come into the bathroom when I was in there, did you?” 

He looked up from his phone with a curious furrow to his brow. “No, I was downstairs with the kids the whole time. Why?” 

You shrug as you hang another suit up, coming out of the closet and picking up another. “I just thought I saw someone in the bathroom, and when I opened the curtain, nothing. I think I'm just over tired.” you admitted, and he opens his mouth to say something when your phone rings. You turn away to go back in the closet, and Andy stretches out to grab it off your side of the night stand. He doesn't bother to see who it is, but swipes his thumb across the answer button while keeping an eye on you. 

“Barber residence?” 

You are humming while fixing the suits so they don't wrinkle. 

“Of course, here she is.” He lowered the phone and “Y/N, it's your mom.” 

You brighten when you hear who it is, and flick off the light to the closet. You swear you hear a muffled growl behind you, and turn towards the sound with a frown when Andy gets your attention once more. “You have to tell her to stop gushing over me baby.” He winks teasing as he rolls up off the bed, and you scoff at him with a smack to his chest while taking the phone. Tumbling on the bed and getting comfy, you raise the phone to your ear. “Hey mom! Yes, we're all settled, kids are in bed, but you call tomorrow, you can skype with them. They would love to see you.” 

Andy feels a chill up his neck and he rubs at his arms, lowering to settle his hand over the heating grate. It feels like a heavy draft coming through and he glances up at you, mouthing. “You feel chilly babe?” 

You shake your head in a no while still listening to your mother. “Oh mom, you will love it. Plenty of room for you to come stay as well. Maybe at Christmas time? We have the most perfect family room for a good big family Christmas.” 

Andy heads out of the room while you're on the phone, sure the heater in the basement isn't turned on even though he knew that he had someone come in before to turn all of it on to get ready for them. Quick to go down to the first floor, he went into the kitchen and flicked on the basement light. 

The lights flickered several times like they were about to go out. Once it became steady, he went down the creaking stairs and rubbed his hand against his arms looking around the dimly lit basement. Basements always felt awkward. He knew there wouldn't be anything to be necessarily scared of, but they always seemed hidden away from sight, where secrets of the house might be kept. Even now when peering into the dark corners of the interior, he shivered in distrust of the shadows. 

Andy it's just a basement. He would scold himself as he crossed the icy cement floor, and tried to ignore what he thought was his imagination. 

A shadow shifted, darker than the shadows of normal for an old house. It stalked along behind the man. Andy went over to the heating system, a state of the art boiler system that was almost brand new, having been installed when the previous owners updated the house. 

Now Andy wasn't any expert in heaters, so when he squatted down, he looked along the switches, that all appeared to be in the on position, which he flicked anyways. He also leaned down to see the pilot light was still on, which it flickered reassuringly when he peeked. 

He leaned back up with a frown, and while he was sitting there on the cold basement floor, a bone chilling coldness stabbed him in the back, paralyzing his spine, and the hair on Andy's body bristled as he heard something shuffle behind him. His chest ached in a panic that made breathing  almost impossible. A dread settled on him, sunk from his shoulders and down through his body. 

This must be what a condemned man must feel like. 

His eyes squeezed shut and he fought to turn around. He had to turn around, see what was coming for him. Andy felt it come closer, the air around him freezing cold that he felt it burn with each breath that he inhaled and released. Could feel something hover near the back of his neck, like it was just about to reach out and snatch his life. Rational thought had gone into hiding, now was just the sudden fear for his soul, and he whipped around suddenly when he broke from it to see nothing. 

Absolutely nothing was behind him. 

Cursing as he gasped in relief, the memory of impending death turning into fear and scolding himself for being afraid of nothing, he pulled himself up off the floor to a stand. Andy’s heart was still racing as if it was going to crash out of his chest cavity, but he ignored it while he slammed the panel shut, and looked to see one of the heating ducts. Pressing his hand against it, a sudden hum came and a rush of warm air breezed against his palm. 

“Fucking finally” He growled, and started to make his way back upstairs, what Andy missed was the hissing from the duct work, barely audible. “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em.” As he started up the stairs, he shivered again and a racking cough exploded from his chest out of nowhere. 

The shadow seemed to crouch further in its hiding place with a flash of red orbs before swirling away into nothingness. 

He continued coughing as he went up the stairs, weariness coming over him. When he went into the bedroom, You sat up with a teasing look on his face. “Get that heater running Andy?” 

Settling on the end of the bed, he started to peel off his shirt, and you scooted over, rubbing at his back while kissing the back of his neck. “Mmhh, yes I did Y/N. Can we not tonight Love?” He looked over his shoulder and smiled weakly. “Not feeling my best tonight.” 

You pulled back with understanding, and ran your hand down his back and nodded. “Of course Baby, long day.” 

Andy eased back and opened his arms for you to settle in. Your head went on his shoulder, and soon he coughed hard, pulling away from you to lay on his side. Frowning in worry, you settle into your spot and fall asleep.

Once he fell asleep, Andy did nothing but dream awful dreams all night. Dreams filled with him staring at you at the end of a rifle, finger on the trigger to ease it back with a click. Images of Jacob, John and Cassidy running away from him to race into bedrooms and slam the door shut on him. Something cackling from the walls, constantly whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” till Andy was trying to smother the sound under his palms. Waking with a jerk, he doubled over in the early morning light, coughing again and shivering in the cold.

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Home Sweet Home: Jody Says...

Summary- 3.6k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island.   Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- A teenager mentions sex, uses drugs. Scene involving a finger getting stuck in a wound. 

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting!  🎃

Chapter 3 / Masterlist 

Weeks past, holidays started and it was just after thanksgiving when things started to settle down from the move. Nothing major happened, you and Andy seemed to be on the right track. Andy was getting busier with his clients. The house on Ocean Avenue now felt like home. The only thing that wasn't changing was Andy always being cold and his cough that you could hear booming from the basement. He was constantly bundled up, shivering, hiding cold hands against your back. “Andy Barber, god damn, go put some gloves on or something. Also it's been well over a month, you need to go see someone about that cough.” 

He would groan against your shoulder and move to wrap his hands around his mug of coffee. “This house is always cold. But I will... Mother.” He teased with an arched brow, sipping from his mug. “It's nothing, I just can't get the tickle from my throat. But I will make an appointment today.”  

“It's just you.” You respond while going back to your computer, and moving to sit while you go back to your project. “None of us are cold at all. And I am a mother, and I'm worried about it now.” 

“I know you are, I admit I never had something like this happen to me.” Andy shook his head as he sipped from his coffee, glancing outside to see it snowing out. “And it is cold, It’s snowing.” 

You're quick to get up and cuddle up to him, looking outside. “It's beautiful, maybe we will have a white Christmas. Which… speaking of Christmas. Come look at this.” You tugged Andy around to your laptop and had a local shelter page pulled up. “Look at this dog Andy. The kids have been asking for one since before we even got married. He's older, all trained, and he needs a home. What do you think?” You looked up at him and bit your lips excitedly, Andy leaned over your shoulder, scrolling through the page to read the description they gave. 

“Baby, you know we're going to have to take care of it. Walks, feeding, vet visits.” He pointed out and you shrugged. 

“That's fine, I always had one growing up so I know what to prepare for. It will be a good chore for John, give him some responsibilities.” you pointed out and Andy straightened. 

“You really want him, then you have to agree to one thing.” Andy straightened from behind you and looked down at you, once more letting a chilly hand rest on the back of your neck, but this time in a loving manner, not a teasing play.

You twisted in your seat to arch a brow in question, looking at him. 

“You have to go to dinner with me tonight, let Jacob watch the little's.” He smiled and you got up, wrapping your arms around his waist and winked. 

“I think that can be arranged Andy.” Leaning up to kiss him, the rest of the afternoon was going to visit the dog named Buster in the shelter and filled out the paperwork to bring him home. Andy of course was won right over as soon as the dog sat before him and wagged the tip of his tail, tongue lolling out. “Okay… I gotta admit you're pretty cute Buster.” Andy chuckled while kneeling in front of the dog, petting him and ruffling his ears.  After leaving the shelter with the promise to be in contact soon, you and Andy went to pick up the kids, letting them know your evening plans. 

The evening was you trying to get dressed and into some makeup for the first time that felt like forever, Andy was in the closet picking through his suits. Cassidy kept coming in the bathroom to help you with your makeup, which you finally set her on the counter. While you were doing your lipstick, you gave her some chapstick. Then onto your eyes, she tugged on your sleeve. “My eyes to?” she asked, and you grasped her chin, tilting it up and sweeping the brush once on each eyelid. You then took a bit of blush and brushed it along her upper cheeks. Cassidy turned to look in the mirror, her eyes glancing up to the corner once in a while and giggling. “Mommy, Jody says I look pretty.” 

Your eyes lifted to where she was looking and you gave a smile to her while moving behind her to brush her hair and give it a braid for the night. “Baby, can you tell me about Jody? Does Jody live here?” 

“Yea, Jody has lived here a long time. Jody is happy we're living here now. Said that it was lonely here and wants us to stay forever.  Sometimes they look so sad Mommy whenever they think we might leave.” 

You nod as you split her braid in sections. Your fingers nimble as you work your lip a bit in thought. “Well we are staying for a long time because this is home baby. What does Jody look like? A pretty little girl like you, or maybe someone more like John or Jacob?” 

Cassidy pursed her lips like she was blowing herself a kiss. “No mommy, like forever forever. Never ever leave. We can just play all day. Jody said “You, Andy, Jacob and John can stay too.” 

That made you pause a bit, before continuing. “And what does Jody look like Baby? ” 

Cassidy shook her head and started. “Jody doesn’t want-” Andy stepped in, straightening his tie with his blue suit, looking at you in your little black dress and sleek high heels, Cassidy in her unicorn pajamas with the little bit of makeup on. 

“Well don’t my girls look so nice.” He complimented as you finished tying off Cassidy's braid. She turned quickly to face him, batting her eyelashes with a grin to show off her eyeshadow. “Ahh, very nice Princess.” He lifted Cassidy off the counter and whispered in her ear. “How about you go show Jacob how nice you look?” 

“Okay!” she said excitedly and sprinted away while you picked up a diamond stud off the counter and fitted it to your earlobe.

“She’s going to be over the moon you called her Princess.” you chuckled as you twisted the earring and took the other one to put on. 

“Well she looked like one.” He smiled and slid a hand down your back and you turned once you were finished, smoothing your hands over his suit with an appreciative sigh. “I always loved you in this one.” 

“I hope you love me without it too.” his hands slipped along your hips, looking you up and down. “You look beautiful Y/N. The diamonds fit nicely.” He complimented, and you couldn't help the shy smile on your face. 

“Someone very special gave them to me after we were married.” You leaned up to peck a kiss on his lips. “Later I will give you a proper one. I don't want to smudge my makeup yet.” 

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Plus we're gonna be late with our reservations, we gotta go.” he urged, and you collected your bag and draped a shawl over your shoulders. 

Escorting you down the stairs, Andy paused going over the rules with the kids right quick with Jacob. “Dad, I got it. It's a few hours and I have watched them before.” Ushering out the door, Jacob waved goodbye from the porch and waited to see the car pull out the drive and was sure it was not turning back. He pulled out his phone and sent a text message to a friend. Smirking as he pocketed it, he turned to see Cassidy and John staring up at him. 

“What do you want rugrats? Food?” He asked with his hands falling to his hips looking at the two of them. They both nodded and he laughed. “Alright let's go see what your mom left for us tonight.” When they went in and opened the fridge, there was a pan of mac and cheese, labeled for the cooking directions. Within a few minutes, Jacob had the kids settle in front of the tv to Disney Plus, their food was cooking, and he got a text ~I’m here.

~Come in through the back so the kids don't know you're here. Jacob sent back. “I'm gonna go get your mac and cheese, be back in a moment.” which they barely acknowledged him and he went to see someone standing at the door. Opening it, he ushered her in. She giggled, wrapping an arm around Jacob and pressed up against him with a playful kiss. 

“I can't believe you live here. Which room is yours upstairs?” she wiggled brows and Jacob covered her mouth, looking over his shoulder. 

“Sammy, you gotta be quiet. My dad will kill me if he knows I snuck a girl in here.” he dropped his hand and nipped her lips, whispering. “Third door on the left, as soon as I get these two in bed I will be in.” 

Samantha nodded and winked. “I know the room, I used to come here to play with the Deffor kids all the time.” Jacob shrugged and motioned for her to be quiet once more. He snuck her through, ushering her upstairs when Cassidy looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the wall beyond the banister.

“Jody says she shouldn't be here Jacob.” 

The teenage boy scoffed and ruffled Cassidy's hair. “There ain't nobody here but us.” Whistling as he went back into the kitchen, Cassidy watched the shadow glide up the stairs, and she shrugged, going back to the movie. 

Finally Jacob wrangled them into their beds, checking his phone to see the time. His dad and you should still be out about an hour, maybe two. You typically messaged him a couple times during the night, and always when they were headed home. It would be easy to sneak Samantha back out. Knocking on his door, he went in his room to find her sprawled on his bed, a joint pressed against her lips and taking a deep inhale, giggling while watching the smoke spiral above her head. “I didn't think you were ever gonna quit playing babysitter downstairs.” 

Jacob collapsed on the bed next to her, and took the offered joint. “Finally was able to get them to bed. Sorry about the wait.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, and she pushed her fingers through his longer locks, hissing against his lips. 

“Mmhh, I cant believe I’m going to have sex in the Amityville Horror House.” she giggled and Jacob pulled away, leaning on his elbow to take another drag of the joint before handing it over to her. 

“Amityville Horror House? Is that what it's actually called?” He questioned and Samantha nodded while sitting up and moving cross legged. 

“Come on, you don't know about what happened here?” Her jaw dropped and she laughed, Jacob shook his head. 

“No idea, come on… Tell me Sammy.” He nudged at her and she dropped some ashes in a nearby soda can. 

“Okay, let me tell you all about it.” she handed the joint back over and rubbed her hands gleefully. “So there was a family here called the Deffor's. Mom, dad, older son Ronnie and like a few other kids. Happy picture perfect family right?” Jacob nodded, and she snorted. “So one night Ronnie takes a rifle, bang bang bang. Shoots his parents in their bed. Goes to his brothers room and shoots them both too. His little sister, she runs to hide in the bathroom. He finds her and bangs, shoots her too. Someone finally called the cops, like a while later complaining about gunshots. Police get here, and find Ronnie down in the basement, crying about how they made him do it. Someone named Judy, Jody? I can't remember the name. Arrested him on the spot, threw him in prison for life.” 

“Holy shit… that's crazy.” Jacob’s eyes widened and Samantha nodded. “I mean this house is always weird as fuck, but damn.” 

“You should google it. Later.” Samantha smirked as she got up. “I'm going to freshen up, and will see you back here in a few minutes.” Winking, she slipped from the room and headed towards the bathroom. 

Jacob made himself comfy, lowered the light at his bed stand and pulled out a couple condoms from his nightstand, moving to lay down on the bed to wait. 

Samantha gave the bathroom a quick look around before she looked in the mirror, checking her makeup when the lights in the bathroom flickered. Lifting her eyes up to look at the bulbs, she backed up a bit worried. “What the-” 

“Hey Sammy, remember me?” a little voice spoke and she twisted around, to see a girl tilting her head with a playful smile. She recognized her, Ruby the sister Ronnie shot that night. Samantha shook her head with a whimper. 

“No… no, you're dead Ruby.” she told the little girl. 

“I know, Sammy, look what Ronnie did to me! Isn't it pretty!?” She moved her bangs aside and Samantha reared back in horror at the gaping hole in her forehead. Samantha backed up towards the sink, the small of her back hitting against it as the little girl kept coming. She looked towards the door about to bolt when hands curled into claws dug into her face from behind, holding her in place like she was in a vice while the girl reached for her hand, giggling. Samantha broke out screaming while the clawed fingers dug into her cheeks, and Ruby’s hand that was closed around her wrist were cold and clammy, wrenching her finger till she had the one she wanted. “Catch ‘em…” whatever was behind her whispered hoarsely in her ear, a slick feeling like a snakes tongue against Sam’s ear made her try to wrench out of its hold, and the girl started to push her finger into the wound on her forehead. “Kill ‘em, right Jody?” 

Samantha screamed again, putting all her strength into rearing back and she happened to slip, bashing her head off the sink and falling into a heap on the ground. 

Jacob heard the scream and rushed into the bathroom to find Samantha bleeding on the floor. “Oh shit!” He dropped to his knees to help her, and she scrambled to cling against him, sobbing in terror. 

“She was here, she was here.” she cried as Jacob touched the back of her head and came back sticky with blood. 

“Shit, Sammy I gotta call the ambulance.” He dug for his phone, shakily dialing 9-1-1 while holding her close. 

John and Cassidy who also heard the commotion ran to the bathroom, and Jacob told them to stay back. Cassidy just shook her head slowly. “Jody said she shouldn't be here.” When Samantha heard the name Jody, she started to panic again and Jacob screamed at them to go back to their rooms.

Andy pulled up the driveway to see flashing lights of an ambulance in their driveway, and you gasped. “Oh my god Andy, the kids.” You ripped out of the car and ran towards the house, Andy not far behind to see a teenage girl being wheeled out on a stretcher and they bypassed her into the house to see Jacob talking to an EMT, as well as John and Cassidy sitting on the stairs, hugging there stuffed animals and looking shocked. You let your hand rest on Jacobs back a moment to make sure he was okay, then past him to the two younger children. Andy watched as you checked them, and paused by Jacob. 

“What is going on here?” Andy demanded to know, and Jacob turned shakily to Andy. 

“I had a friend come over, something happened in our bathroom and she bashed her head against the sink, splitting her head open.” Andy could see how shaken up his son was and pulled Jacob into his arms in a hug, patting his back. 

“Okay, good. I'm glad you got emergency services.” 

The EMT nodded, looking at Jacob when father and son split apart. “Always call us right away. When we took her out, she said something like “She’s dead.” Do you know what that is about?” 

Jacob hesitated and shook his head, Andy shrugged. “Sorry Sir, my wife and I were to dinner, so I'm just hearing about all this.” 

The EMT nodded and excused himself. Within a few minutes the rest of the house cleared up, and Jacob watched the ambulance leave. He whipped around and folded his arms. “So what, were you never going to tell me what this place was?” 

Andy rubbed at his temple a moment, feeling the beginning of a headache. “Jake not tonight, we will talk in the morning.” 

“The Amityville Horror House, Fucking seriously?” Jacob ignored his father while you started to usher the protesting kids up the stairs. “Some guy went through and just shot his whole family!” 

“Jake, shut up!” Andy snapped while the two kids peeked around you, and John wailed. 

“Someone got shot here! Mommy I don't want to sleep here.” The boy looked up, panicked and you shushed him. 

“Come on, upstairs.” You tried to urge him up but now they were all worked up again, and Andy could feel his barely there control snapping, turning towards the three of you on the stairs. “Cut the shit and get upstairs, now!” 

You pause and the two children race up the stairs, making Andy grate his teeth at the way they thumped up. Now you're pissed and he could see it on your face. 

“Andy Barber, don't you ever talk to them like that again.” You hissed and then turned your back to go up. Andy snapped his attention back to his son. 

“And what the fuck were you doing with a girl here up in your room?” 

“Doesn't matter Dad, what matters is we are living here. This place is messed up. No wonder why our lives have been going to shit since we moved here! Sammy didn't just fucking hit her head, something scared her shitless. You, you fucking changed, Cass has that weird imaginary friend shes always talking to, plus you cant deny just the weird crap that happens in this house. Am I not the only one who sees all this going on?” 

“Jacob, will you listen to yourself? There is nothing wrong with this fucking house. Something bad here happened years ago and it's over. Bad shit happens sometimes.” Andy snapped and Jacob rolled his eyes at his father. 

“Whatever Dad, you should have still told me so I could have had the option to move in with mom.” 

“You want to move in with your Mom?” Andy paused a moment, his own arms mimicking his sons and crossing his chest. 

“Maybe, would have been nice to consider instead of living in this fucking place.” Jacob hissed in anger, moving past his father to start up the stairs. 

“Fine.” Andy threw up his hands in defeat. “Move in with her, I'm not stopping you, nor have I ever. But you listen to me Jake, no more bringing fucking girls up to your room. None of this sneaking them the fuck around. This is my house, and I expect you to follow these rules.” 

Jacob turned his back on Andy and continued up the stairs, slamming his door. Andy's head was pounding now, and all he wanted was a drink. In particular the bourbon he had in his desk down in the basement. Without waiting to see how you were dealing, he made his way down the stairs. Not even bothering to flip on the lights till he got to his desk and sat down, reaching to turn on the lamp on the desk. Finding his bottle and glass, he started to drink.

You came down later, and started turning off lights around the house, and when you went in the kitchen, you could see a little bit of light coming from the stairs. Making your way down, you knew you would find Andy brooding, which was accurate. Sure enough he sat slouched in his seat, twirling the tumbler slightly while staring at it.

“Hey, everyone is down. Do you wanna come up to bed Andy?” You stop in front of his desk, and it just looks eerie around him. The light on the desk seemed to be so weak compared to the dark shadows behind him, and they seemed to be yawning around him, ready to suck him from you forever. 

“No.” he simply said and set his glass down to pour in more. “I have work to do.” 

You huffed a bit, scowling. “What? Before we even got home, we were talking about what we were going to do tonight in bed.” 

He gave a roll of a shoulder then, glaring at you. “Not in the fucking mood anymore, m’kay Y/N.” 

“You were just fine till you came down here Andy.” You took a deep breath and started again. “Come on Baby, we can still salvage the night. Everyone is okay, and maybe next time we will get a babysitter.” you smiled and Andy scowled at you. 

“How many god damn times do I have to tell you not to treat me like one of your kids? Baby? That fucking sweet talk is annoying as hell.” 

Hearing him, your gut dropped and your anger flared. “Fuck you Andy.” You turned back to go up the stairs, and he chuckled while saying to you’re retreating back. 

“Not tonight sweetheart.” Andy said darkly with a sneer to his tone.

“Don’t bother coming to bed.” you snapped back at him while slamming the basement door shut, and leaving the kitchen. “Fucking asshole of a husband.” 

Downstairs Andy leaned back, shivering but at this point he was used to it. Shooting back the last of his bourbon, he threw the glass to the side and took the bottle. Behind him red eyes glowered and the audible hiss filled the room. Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em. He glanced at the picture on his desk and rage filled him seeing those faces, his family. He reached over and slammed it down hard, hard enough he heard the glass shatter. Going back to his liquor, a shadow separated, gliding across the floor and up the back of his chair till it settled on his shoulders, steadily feeding that anger and rage till Andy started to think of all the way’s to murder someone.

The shadow started to continue growing solid, whispering into Andy’s ear. 

Catch ‘em Kill ‘em  

#DinoScaryStories2020 #home sweet home #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber #amber writes #sweater writes #amityville horror #halloween #halloween 2020

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome back to Dino’s Spooky Club!

As you all know, I have my first challenge this time of the month. It’s the end of Halloween. It’s was a spooky month and I wanted to do something instead of us readers and writers going out to trick or treat. 

Well I have treats for you. They might be a treat or a trick. I’ll let you decide on them.

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 is a fun challenge I have been planning. Thank you all who joined on this challenge it was such a treat.

This is the list of your favorite writers and films! 

(Announcement for entered writers at the bottom)

Reader Inserts .

Chris Evans

Spooky Season (It)- @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Cara Mia (The Adam’s Family) - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

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Steve Rogers/Avengers

Misunderstood (Carrie) Part 1 Part 2 - @nekoannie-chan​

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Bucky Barnes/Avengers

Scream Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (Scream) - @queenofspades20​

If You Wanna Get Out Alive (The Purge) - @writerwrites​

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Andy Barber/Barber Family

Silent Night Part One Part Two (A Quiet Place AU) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave Home Sweet Home: Moving Day Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em Home Sweet Home: Jody Says... Home Sweet Home: Kill ‘Em (Amityville AU) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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Ransom Drysdale

Us (Us) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ The Game Is Afoot (Ready Or Not) - @waywardodysseys​

When The Party’s Over (Split) - @nbarnes​

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Bryce Langley 

Button Eyes (Coraline) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho .

Frank Adler

Shark Attack (Jaws) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

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Lucas Lee

What Could Go Wrong? (Cabin In The Woods) - @heavenlypugpizza​ .

Jeremy Renner

Witchcraft  (Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters) - @heavenlypugpizza​

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Penn 

Waking The Witch (The Witches) - @nbarnes​ 

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Character Pairings .

Now You’re Mine (Steve R. x Wanda M.) (Hocus Pocus) - @hevans-angel

The Best Worst Holidays Part I Part II (The Shining) (Steve Rogers X OFC) (Brock Rumlow x OFC) (Thunderblink, WinterWidow) - @nekoannie-chan​

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Thank you all who joined my Spooky Scary Stories Challenge, hopefully this can happen next year and I will love to bring in more! 

I’m glad to see you all survive this Spooky Month and I cannot wait for the next challenge that’s coming up soon! 

As you all know, I’m a slow writer so I understand for some who are not done with their entry! Deadlines are useless, I will never do that to you guys so if you haven’t finished your entry at the end of October, do NOT worry. You keep them coming!

#DinoScaryStories2020 #Chris Evans x Reader #Jeremy Renner x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Ransom Drysdale x Reader #Andy Barber x Reader #Bryce Langley x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Barber Family x Reader #Brock Rumlow x OC #Steve Rogers x OC #Steve Rogers x Wanda #Frank Adler x Reader #Spooky Stories

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤

It’s your monstrous dinosaur here. Unexpected right? Don’t worry. As you all know a certain month is coming its way to haunt us. You’re wondering why I’m giving you a long speech and you want to know why I’ve come here to give it to you so unexpected.

It’s Spooky Season, ladies & gentlemen. Grab your brooms, daggers, stakes, rope and a candle for the dark. I cannot talk for long, once this hour strucks 3am, I am no longer safe. And so are you. 

I have made a challenge. A Spooky Challenge.

Let’s hope you know your movies.

They’re about to come to life for your imagination.

Rules are simple. There is a list of Classic Spooky Films put back from the 1970s and 2000s. Films like Alien, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, A Quiet Place, Halloweentown, Hocus Pocus, and more! Your chosen Actor/Character shall play any character you desire in your Spooky Story. Will this character survive or will this character take another life? That’s your choice.

And choose wisely. Like I said.

You’re no longer safe.

Rules Below

You can choose any classic Halloween film. 

But choose wisely. First come first serve and you might not be able to turn back.

Do you have to follow Dino to participate?

No. You do not have to, this is for everyone. But I’d appreciate it. 

Limit of two films per writer.

Limit of two stories per character 

Once 2-3 people choose the same film, that film is gone. So hurry!

No Smut! Implied is allowed just have very little and a warning

Dark themes are allowed! Make sure you have warnings.

These can be reader insert or OC stories.

Ethnic, Interracial, LGBTQ+ and polyamorous stories are welcome and encouraged.

Minimum 500 words. No max.

It must be an original work and not part of an existing series.

No sexual situations with minors, no bodily functions and no snuff.

Can be scary if chosen to be. The characters can watch the film of your choosing or put them in the movie to make it even spookier. Whatever you desire!

Doesn’t have to be based on the film! Can be put in a different way but gives the same scenes for that film.

If your story contains anything that every horror film has (Blood, gore, Ouija Boards, Etc.) that should be in your warnings for others. Thank you

Deadline?

October 31, 2020

How do you participate?

Choose a film below then send in an ask along with your chosen film and character. If you’re doing more than one character add them, too. (There is no limited character choosing, just films)

When you have your Scary Story written, tag me in that fic, and use the tag #DinoScaryStories2020

Spooky Classic Films

First come, first serve

Horror Thriller Films

Jaws (1975) @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​

Carrie (1976) @ssebstann​ @nekoannie-chan​

Halloween (1978)

Alien (1979)

The Amityville Horror (1979) @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Friday the 13th (1980)

The Shining (1980) @nekoannie-chan​

Poltergeist (1982)

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)/(2010)

Silver Bullet (1985)

Aliens (1986)

Little Shop of Horrors (1986) @hettie-drysdale​

Predator (1987)

Pet Sematary (1989)/(2019)

The Babysitter (1995)

Scream (1996) @queenofspades20​

America Psycho (2000)

The Ring (2002)

Saw (2004)

Paranormal Activity (2007)

Orphan (2008)

The Conjuring (2013)

Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013) @hettie-drysdale​

The Purge (2013)

World War Z (2013)

Annabelle (2014)

Ouija (2014)

Split (2016) @nbarnes​

Don’t Breath (2016)

It (2017) @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Get Out (2017)

Happy Death Day (2017)

Truth or Dare? (2018)

Bird Box (2018)

The First Purge (2018) @writerwrites​

A Quiet Place (2018)

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (2019)

Us (2019) @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​

Ready Or Not (2019) @waywardodysseys​

Family Friendly Films

1984 - 2015

Ghostbuster (1984) @nbarnes​

Gremlins (1984)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Little Monsters (1989)

Witches (1990)

The Adam’s Family (1991) @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Hocus Pocus (1993) @hevans-angel​

Casper (1995)

Halloweentown (1998)

Corpse’s Bride (2005)

Coraline (2009)

Goosebumps (2015)

Be creative with your stories, no need to write the exact film. If I were to do Hansel and Gretel, maybe the reader falls into Steve’s trap and he holds her captive. Be creative! I’d love to see the 2018 films in your stories. 

I will also participate in these but I will not take places of the films, those are your places to take!

Official Taglist:

@jtargaryen18​​​ @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​​​ @donutloverxo​​​ @axen-gers​​​ @captainchrisbaby​​​ @patzammit​​​ @bucksgoat​​​ @la-cey​​​ @void-hoechlin​​​ @lovepeacefood​​​ @stargazingfangirl18​​​ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​​​ @stop-obsessing-over-those-actors​​​ @star-spangled-beard-burn​​​ @nickysurfer28​​​ @nbarnes​​​ @mcntsee​​​ @adriannajackson​​​ @chuckbass-love​​​ @sebbystanlover-vk​​​ @onetwo3000​​​ @captainamerica-is-bae​​​ @cheeseburgersstuff​​​ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​​​ @rororo06​​​ @elliee1497​​​ @navybrat817​​​ @waywardodysseys​​​ @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​​​ @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​​​ @this-is-a-chilis-drive-thru​​​ @what-is-your-plan-today​​​ @princess-evans-addict​

 @queen-kass-the-writer​ @marvelinsanity​ @ssebstann​ @writerwrites​

#DinoScaryStories #Chris Evans Fic #Chris Evans x Reader #DinoScaryStories2020 #Challenge #Writing Challenge #optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

[queenofspades20]

Scream - 2

Here is chapter 2 of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Planning on breaking up the rest of the story into 2 chapters.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: suspense, inappropriate jokes, mentions of gore 

Natasha was sitting at her desk in her room, working on an essay for her English Literature class the next day. She was putting the finishing touches, when she heard a rustling from the tree outside her window. Natasha made her way over to the window and was looking out.

“Boo!” Clint, Natasha’s boyfriend, popped up.

Natasha jumped back and let out a small scream. “Jesus, Clint. What the hell?” She smacked his arm as he climbed through the window.

A knock sounded from her bedroom door. “Natasha? Is everything ok? I heard a scream”

Natasha raced to the door before her dad, Phil, could come in. She opened the door a little to put her face in the doorway. “Yeah. Sorry. I have Deep Blue Sea on and I’m at the part where the shark jumps out and eats Samuel L. Jackson. Gets me every time.”

Phil just laughed. “The actor that looks like the dean of your college?”

“Yeah. Not that we can ever say that to Fury. I don’t think he’s a fan of getting compared like that.”

“Fair enough. Well, I also wanted to say bye before tomorrow. My flight is pretty early. Don’t forget I’ll be staying at…”

“The Hilton by the airport. I got it, Dad.”

“There’s money for food by the phone downstairs.”

“Are you going to visit that violinist while you’re there?” Natasha asked her father. He had met the woman on a business trip last month. Natasha knew that before her mother died, her parents were going through a rough patch, so Natasha wanted to see her dad happy again.

Phil blushed.  “Maybe. She and I have just been chatting. I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere.”

“That’s fine, Dad. It doesn’t have to. I’m just happy to see you put yourself out there. I guess I’ll say goodnight and have a safe flight.” Natasha moved out of her room to hug Phil. He hugged her back.

“I’ll see you on Monday. Night, Nat.”

Natasha moved back into her room and closed the door. A stuffed bear popped up from the other side of the bed. “That was close,” Clint said in a silly voice.

“What are you doing here, Clint?”

Clint got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He chuckled. “I was watching Exorcist and it made me think of you, so I decided to come over.”

“A horror movie made you think of me?” Natasha crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“When we started out, we were rated R on our way to NC-17. But these days, we seem to have a PG rating.”

Natasha thought for a moment. “With what happened to my mom last year, I’m sorry I haven’t been up for more.”

Clint started shaking his head while Natasha was talking. “I know you’ve been dealing with that. I’m not bringing it up to pressure you into anything. I just, I kind of miss where we used to be.”

Natasha sighed. “I miss where we used to be too. I just need time.”

“I get it. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Now, you need to get out of here in case my dad hears you. I don’t need him kicking your butt.”

Clint climbed out of the window but leaned his face in. He puckered his lips. Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes. She moved close to him and they shared a soft kiss.

“Hey, Clint. Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?”

“What’s a PG…” Clint started. Natasha lifted up her sleep shirt to flash him. Clint stared at her for a moment. Natasha lowered her shirt and laughed. “You’re dangerous, Nat.”

“Love you,” Natasha responded.

“I love you, too.”

After Clint left, Natasha finished her essay, shut off her laptop, and went to bed.

When Natasha approached the campus the next morning, there were dozens of police cars with their lights flashing all over the parking lot. There were reporters everywhere. “The brutal murder of Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers…” “The worst crime since the murder of Maria Coulson almost one year ago…” Natasha could hear random sentences from the reporters.

Wanda Maximoff ran up to Natasha. “Hey, did you see the post on Shieldbook last night?”

Natasha looked her best friend. “No. I had the essay for Lit to finish and just went to bed. I didn’t look at any social media last night.”

“Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers were murdered last night. Sharon’s body was hanging from a tree. The killer took a picture and posted it to Shieldbook.”

Natasha ran her hand along her face. “Oh my God. Sharon sits next to me in Lit.”

“Well, not any more. Anyways, not only was the picture posted on Shieldbook, her aunt Peggy is the one that found the bodies.”

“That poor woman.”

The girls made their way towards the front entrance to the school.

“Natasha! Natasha!” yelled a voice from about 20 feet away. Y/F/N Weathers ran up towards Natasha.

“Oh no.” Natasha hated the reporter. Y/F/N Weathers covered her mother’s murder a year ago. Weathers argued that the person charged, Bruce Banner, was innocent. She tried to argue that Natasha was a liar and was crazy. Natasha was certain that the person she saw leaving that night was Bruce. She was even able to identify the jacket, which had her mother’s blood all over it.

“Natasha, what are your thoughts on the murders that happened last night?” Y/N asked, hold a microphone towards Natasha.

“No comment.”

“Do you think they’re related to your mother’s murder?”

It took everything Natasha had in her to not punch Y/N. Wanda jumped in, “What the hell is your problem, bitch?”

Natasha grabbed her friend’s arm and led her away. “Not the time, Wan. She’s not worth it.”

“She deserve a major punch for the shit she’s put you through. You saw Bruce Banner leaving that night. And she keeps trying to drag you through the mud.”

“I know! I know! I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it. I just don’t want more attention on me than what’s going to already be on me. Let’s just get to class.”

The girls made their way to their class. Natasha couldn’t stop staring at the seat next to her that was usually filled with Sharon. They weren’t the closest of friends, but they would often pass notes in class. As Natasha was lost in thought, an officer came into the room and passed a note to the professor.

“Natasha?” Natasha looked up at her professor. “It would appear it’s your turn.”

Natasha grabbed her bag and walked to the dean’s office.

“Who’s next?” Dean Fury asked.

“Um, Natasha Romanoff,” Deputy James Barnes said, looking at the list.

“Isn’t she the daughter of…” one of the deputies started to ask, when Natasha walked in.

“Have a seat, Ms. Romanoff-Coulson,” Dean Fury said, gesturing to the seat.

“Thanks. Hi Bucky.”

“Hi Nat. It’s Deputy Barnes today though.”

Natasha looked down at her hands. “Sorry.”

Dean Fury decided to take the lead on the questioning. “So Ms. Romanoff-Coulson, how well did you know Sharon or Steve?”

Natasha thought about it for a moment. “Sharon and I had a few classes together. I knew Steve through a few other classes. We didn’t really hang out outside of school; we just ran in different circles and were involved in different activities, so we just weren’t close.”

Bucky jotted down her answer. “Natasha, were you aware of anyone have a problem with either of them?”

“No. They were two of the nicest people. I can’t figure out why anyone would go after them.”

“Okay. Thanks. That’s all the questions I have for you,” Bucky said as he checked off something on his paper.

Natasha left the office. By that time, classes were over for the morning. She went to the courtyard by the student union, where Wanda, Clint, Wanda’s boyfriend, Thor, and Thor’s brother, Loki, were all sitting. They were discussing the murders and everything else that was going on.

“I wonder who did it,” Wanda said as she took a bite of her sandwich. “I saw that picture on Shieldbook. She was gutted. I can’t imagine how wrecked seeing that made her aunt.”

Loki leaned over Thor’s shoulder, “didn’t she turn you down for a date, Thor?”

Wanda looked at her boyfriend. “You told me you turned her down for me.”

Thor looked at his brother and then turned back to Wanda. “He’s lying, love. You know how he likes to stir up trouble.”

“How could anyone do that?” Natasha wondered aloud. Clint put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“I heard they found her liver in the mailbox.” Loki said with a sneer.

“Just liver alone,” Thor said with a laugh. “Get it? LIVER alone?”

Natasha jumped to her feet and stormed off. Clint looked at the brothers. “Nice going guys.”

Loki looked at him with faux innocence. “What?”

Later that afternoon, Natasha was home and clearing up before Wanda got there. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear. “You sure you don’t mind staying over?”

“Of course not,” Wanda said. “It’ll be a fun sleepover weekend. I’m going to stop by the liquor store for provisions. Anything specific you want?”

“Nah. I’m good with anything. Just try to get here before dark. These murders have everyone spooked.”

After they hung up, Natasha decided to take a short nap in her room before Wanda got there. About two hours later, she awoke with a start. She looked at her phone and saw how much time had passed. She sent a text to Wanda to see where she was. As she was walking towards downstairs, her phone went off.

Natasha answered without looking at the screen. “Wanda, when are you going to get here?”

“Hello, Natasha,” a voice said. Natasha was unable to tell if it was male or female.

“I’m sorry. I’m waiting on a friend. Who is this?”

“You tell me.”

“Well I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn’t it? With the murders and all, it’s like something out of a scary movie, huh?”

“Loki, you’re giving yourself away. Are you calling from work? Wanda is on her way to pick some stuff up.”

“Do you like scary movies, Natasha?”

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice, Loki. It’s sexy.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh come on, you know I don’t watch that shit.”

“What’s the matter? Too scary for you?” The voice had a playful tone to it.

“No. It’s just, what’s the point? The killer is stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act, chasing her up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It’s insulting.”

“Are you. . . alone in the house?”

“Loki, that’s so unoriginal. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Well, maybe that’s because I’m not Loki.”

Natasha started to look around. “So, who are you?”

“The question isn’t ‘who am I’ but rather ‘where am I’?”

“So, where are you?”

“Your front porch.”

Natasha felt her heart drop. She walked to the door. “My porch huh? Well, I call your bluff.” Natasha opened the door and walked out onto the porch. She looked around but didn’t see anyone. “So, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Natasha still couldn’t see anyone. After looking for a few moments, she held the phone back up to her ear. “Can you see me right now?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh really? So, what am I doing right now?” Natasha stuck her finger up her nose and started to turn around. “What am I doing? Hello?” she yelled into the phone.

There was no answer from the mysterious caller.

“That’s what I thought. Tell Wanda to hurry up. Okay? Bye now.”

As Natasha went to hang up, the voice called out, “if you hang up on me, you’ll die just like your mother! Do you want to die, Natasha? Your mother sure didn’t,” the voice taunted.

“Fuck you, you asshole.” Natasha ran back into the house and locked the door, including sliding the chain into place. As she backed away from the door, the hall closet flew open and a figure dressed in a black cloak with a white face jumped out, a knife in its raised hand. The figure slammed her body against the door. As Natasha fell to the ground, she swept the attacker’s feet out from under them and they fell to the ground. She kicked them in the face and got up.

Natasha tried to open the door, but in her haste, she forgot to undo the chain. She yanked the door open but was stopped short by the chain. The attacker got up and lunged at her again. Natasha barely managed to get away and she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The attacker was close behind her. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. She locked the door and then opened her closet door, so that if her door opened, it would block the other door from opening all the way. As she backed away, the attacker threw their body against the door. The lock gave way but the other door prevented her door from opening all the way. The attacker pushed their arm through the small opening, waving the knife around.

Natasha was glad that her dad insisted on keeping a landline for the house and she picked up the receiver to call 911. As the call was going through, the attacker disappeared from the door. All of a sudden, BAM. Clint jumped at the open window and started to climb in. Natasha ran to her boyfriend and helped him get through the window. “Oh thank God.”

“Nat, what’s going on? The door was locked and I heard screaming.”

“There’s a killer in the house. He’s in the house.”

“He’s gone, Nat. It’s okay,” Clint soothed.

As Natasha hugged Clint, a thud resounded through the room. Natasha looked down to see a cellphone on the floor. Natasha backed away from Clint.

“Nat, what’s wrong?”

Natasha opened her doors and ran down the staircase, Clint running behind her. “Nat, wait!”

Natasha opened the door and came face with the mask of her attacker. She let out a scream.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #dinoscarystories2020 #avengers x reader #Bucky Barnes #loki #thor #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #clint barton #clintasha

[nekoannie-chan]

The b̶e̶s̶t̶ worst holidays part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC (Aryah Rumlow), Brock Rumlow X OFC (Sadie Miller), Thunderblink and WinterWidow.

Word count: 1164 words. 

Summary:  They going to stay their holidays in the Overlook Hotel, what could be wrong?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, blood and smut, nothing explicit. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho‘s Spooky Scary Stories and @spaceodditybarnes‘ Spooky Season Challenge with the movie prompt:

“The Shining (1980)”

This is a AU.

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 Part II

 "Have you got your bags ready yet? Sadie asked.

"Sure, but promise me you'll spend time with Clarice and me," Aryah replied.

"I wouldn't trade my best friends for... your brother.”

"Is still weird for me that you fell in love with him.”

"Aryah...”

"I know, in two hours we will arrive for you and Clarice," Aryah reported.

Sadie hung up, when she entered Xavier School for gifted youth, is someone had been told her that she would be working at S.H.I.E.L.D. and being part of the STRIKE team, she would not have believed it, even though she knew Aryah had intervened to make that possible.

She took her bags, beckoned Clarice, who was already waiting for her in the living room to leave in a few minutes, they would arrive for them.

Aryah and Sadie were singing in the car while Brock was driving, Clarice was trying to find a signal to send John a message, and she didn't know if they had to go through him, she finally sighed giving up

“And John? Does anybody know how he's going to get to the hotel? I don't know if we have to go through him.”

"He'll arrive with Steve, Bucky and Natasha," Aryah replied.

"Natasha and Bucky are together?” Sadie inquired.

"I thought she was dating Clint," Clarice said.

"No, she's with Bucky, I can assure you; on a date, Steve and I met them when we went to the movies.”

 "Brock, stop here," Aryah said suddenly midway.

"What's going on? We still have fuel...”

"I want to take some pictures, the scenery is beautiful.”

Brock stopped on the side of the road, everyone got off and the girls took some pictures, while Brock sent a message to others about the road.

 "I heard they have a maze," Clarice said.

"It's no fun playing with you in the mazes, you just open a portal and you're done," Sadie reproached.

"I'm sure we'll find something to have fun, if it snows, we'll make snowmen and ski," Aryah replied as she gave the hotel brochure to her friends.

“Since when does S.H.I.E.L.D. pay your employees vacation like this?” Sadie questioned.

"It's a new project, I guess so we don't get in trouble or something.”

"They have an agreement with the Overlook Hotel, I imagine they wanted to take advantage," Brock said.

 "I've heard rumours about the Overlook...”

"Clarice, what kind of rumours?”  

"About... paranormal things... you know, ghosts, deaths...”

"I think you're getting confused with the Cecil Hotel," Sadie corrected.

"All those rumours about the Cecil are true?” Aryah said.

"I think a few years ago some agents of the Organization investigated it, it seems that this hotel has some kind of connection to the Dark Dimension," Brock explained. “By the way, how are we going to split up?”

"Clarice and John stay together, Bucky and Nat too, Sadie and I, you and Steve.”

"What? No, I don't want to stay in the same room as your boyfriend," Brock complained.

"Then I'll stay with Steve...”

"Forget it, you stay with Sadie.”

Sadie and Aryah saw each other and laughed, they'd always liked to play that kind of joke on Brock.

 A few hours later they all made it to the outskirts of the Overlook.

"Wait, before you go in, you have to take a picture of us, I have a feeling it's going to be the best vacation of our lives," Aryah said.

After taking the picture, they entered the hotel.

 "I want ice cream," Sadie said as they walked down the aisles.

"The kitchen must be around here," Aryah said.

Suddenly they saw a pair of brown-haired twins in blue dresses holding their hands, the mutants saw each other strangely, not remembering seeing any infants since they arrived at the hotel.

"He-hello, do you know where the kitchen is?” Aryah approached the girls a little.

"Play with us," the twins asked in unison.

Aryah turned to see Sadie and her friend looked back at him, now that he had approached him, that phrase seemed disturbing to her, however for a moment it seemed to her that the girls were stained with blood when she turned her eyes to them, they were gone.

"Where did they go?”

"They were... were there, I guess they went to hide or went back to their parents.”

"Surely, anyway, let's go get that ice cream.”

 "Are you sure they're not going to interrupt us?” Clarice whispered, still kissing John.

"I'm sure Brock will be very busy trying to separate Rogers and his sister, Bucky and Nat... Well, you can imagine.”

The couple continued to kiss and caress until the noise of a tricycle outside their room interrupted them.

"Did you see any children when we arrived?” Clarice asked.

"No, but maybe I should be out playing, it can be dangerous in here.”

"Maybe their parents are looking for them," Clarice said, separating when they heard the noise again. She got up and opened the door, but when she looked outside there was no one.

"What happened?”

"There's no one, not even the tire trail on the carpet," she replied.

Bucky and Nat showed up in the hallway.

“Did you see a kid on a tricycle on their way here?”

“Why would a child use a tricycle inside the hotel?” Bucky questioned.

"We haven't seen anyone, even though Steve told me the receptionist asked him to stay away from room 237. We're going to go get the others, we want to see the labyrinth, are you coming with us?” Natasha interrupted.

 While Sadie chose ice cream, Aryah looked closely around, there were several things about the place that caught her eye although what worried her was if it snowed, and she had heard that if it happened, they would become incommunicado.

"Aryah, honey, come with me," she heard behind her.

"Mom?”

"Queen, I've missed you so much," the voice continued.

Aryah got up from the couch, needed to find out where her voice came from, sounded like her mother's, but it couldn't be hers simply because her mother was over fifteen years dead, she started walking until someone grabbed her arm.

"Doll, who are you talking to?”

"Steve... didn't you hear a voice?”

Steve denied strangely, though he didn't let go of his girlfriend's arm.

"Someone called me, though I think it was my imagination.”

 Brock entered the Gold Ballroom, had read in the brochure that they had an exclusive selection of drinks, he wanted to try some.

"Welcome Mister Rumlow, would you like to try the speciality of the house?”

"Yes, please, put it on my tab...”

"Is on the house, Mister Rumlow.”

"Thank you," Brock frowned strangely. “How do you know my name?”

"Sir, we like to provide good customer service.”

"Oh, well, thank you... what's your name?”

"Is Lloyd, sir, have you had a difficult day?”

"No, just a little tired.”

"Problems with your sister's boyfriend?”

Brock screwed up his eyes, how could Lloyd know those details?

#DinoScaryStories2020 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x ofc #brock rumlow x ofc #thunderblink #winterwidow #spaceodditybarnesspookyseason

[queenofspades20]

Scream - 4

Here it is, the final chapter of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Sorry it took me so long. Major brain roadblock for the past few weeks. Once I got past the brain block, this was a lot of fun to write. Actually did a full Scream movie marathon today to get me motivated. Hope you enjoy the final installment (that is being posted as I watch Scream 4). :)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: just under 5.3k

Warnings: gore, murder; suspense, curse words, implied smut, angst

Chapter 4 – The Finale

Natasha and Wanda drove up to Thor and Loki’s house with the party already going on. They had decided to dress more casually for the party with Natasha in some jeans with a jacket and Wanda in a simple skirt and low-heeled boots. They could hear the music thumping. As they approached the front door, Thor opened it. “Good evening, ladies. Took you long enough to get here.”

“Well, we had to make an entrance,” Wanda said cheekily. She stepped into Thor’s waiting arms.

Thor looked at Natasha over Wanda’s head. “Clint is around here somewhere.”

Natasha felt a little nauseous. She was still upset with Clint for earlier but knew they needed to talk. She didn’t want things to end with him. Natasha looked at Thor and nodded. She made her way around the house, keeping an eye out for her boyfriend. Clint popped up in the kitchen, having a drink out of a blue plastic cup. They made eye contact and Natasha made her way over to him.

“Hey, Clint,” Natasha said softly.

“Hey, Nat. Can we talk about earlier? I don’t like how we left things.” Clint looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sure. Let’s find a room upstairs so we don’t get interrupted.”

Natasha and Clint went upstairs and found a room that wasn’t occupied. They sat on the bed and looked at each other. Natasha bit her lip. “I feel bad about everything that’s happened.”

“Nat. It’s not your fault you got attacked. I’m hurt you think I could ever do something like that.”

“Clint. You have to look at it from my point of view. I had just been attacked and you popped into the window almost immediately after the attacker disappeared. They didn’t find the person. How would you react if you were in my shoes?” Natasha was beginning to get angry. The police had cleared Clint of wrong-doing, but for Clint to not understand where she was coming from was beyond aggravating.

Clint started to open his mouth, but then decided to not say anything while he gathered his thoughts. He had already pissed Natasha off multiple times this week and he knew that if he further pissed her off, it would likely be the end of them. He sighed. He knew Natasha didn’t really think him capable of attacking her. He sighed. “Nat, you’re right. I wouldn’t know what to think.”

Natasha looked at Clint. “How do we get passed this?”

“I think we just need to remind ourselves that we’re both emotional about this, but that neither of us truly thinks that badly of the other.” Clint pulled Natasha into a hug. “We get passed this together. I still love you.”

Natasha looked up into Clint’s eyes. “I love you, too.” She put her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. “I think I’m ready for us to take our relationship back to a rated R.”

Clint pulled back a little and stared into Natasha’s eyes. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

Natasha smiled and slid off her jacket. “I’m sure.” Clint and Natasha met again for a kiss.

 Downstairs, Wanda, Thor, Loki, and a bunch of the partiers were lounging on the couches, watching horror movies. Friday the 13th was currently playing.

They were at the part where Kevin Bacon dies. As the arrow went through his throat on screen, Thor yelled out, “what a way to die!”

Wanda rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’m gonna get another drink.”

Thor, while staring at the movie, asked, “will you get me one too?”

Wanda just walked off, disgusted with her boyfriend. “What am I? A beer wench?” She made her way to the garage, where the fridge with all the beers was. The fridge was on the far side of the garage, away from the door the house. She left the door open and made her way over. As she was grabbing a few beers, she heard the door shut. Wanda whipped around and saw a figure standing there, wearing a black cloak with a white ghost face. “Oh, real original, Loki.” Wanda rolled her eyes. She walked up to the person. As she tried to walk past them, the figure moved to the right, blocking her path.

“Ha ha, Loki. Move. You know, Nat’s here. If she sees you dressed like this, she’s gonna flip.”

The figure shook their head “no.”

Wanda let out a light laugh. “Oh, I get it.” In a voice higher than her own, mimicking the voice of a cheesy horror movie girl, “oh, please Mr. Ghostface. Please don’t kill me. I want to make it to the sequel.” Wanda reached out to go around the person, when they grabbed her arm and pulled out a knife. They dragged the blade over Wanda’s arm, cutting her deeply.

“Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Wanda yanked her arm away from the person, moving back into the garage. She took one of the bottles in her hand and threw it at the person. It broke with a loud crash, beer flying everywhere. The person moved forward and Wanda threw more of the beers, hitting them every time. With the last one, the person fell to the ground. Wanda looked around her, trying to find a way out that didn’t require her to go past the person, scared they would attack her again. She spotted a dog door at the bottom center of the garage door. She dove for the opening, praying she could get through. As she managed to get her shoulder and her head through the dog door, she felt the garage door start to rise. Wanda panicked and tried to remove her body, but she was stuck. The figure watched the door raising, Wanda’s body getting closer to the edge of the roof. Wanda struggled and screamed. As the door reached the edge, her body got caught in the door. There was a shower of sparks that filled the room. Wanda’s body went limp, dead.

 Y/N and Sam were in their van, just outside the property of Thor and Loki’s house. “What do you think, Sam? An innocent man in jail, a killer on the loose. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

“You want to go live?”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “But wondering, has a cheesy tabloid reporter ever won a Pulitzer?”

Sam chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“Damn straight there is. So, I think we should go with a small camera in the house, see what we can get. I’m thinking someone in the school is the culprit.”

Sam reached onto a shelf in the van. “Here you go. This should do the trick. Just know, that there’s usually a delay between recording and the feed I get in here.”

“How much of a delay?” Y/N asked, taking the camera made to look like a book.

“Maybe 30 seconds.”

Y/N sighed. “Okay. I just gotta figure out how to get in there.”

There was a sound that came from behind Y/N. Deputy Barnes was standing there. “Good evening, Ms. Weathers. What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice night. I heard you can see the stars pretty well out here,” Y/N said, as she slipped the camera into her bag.

Bucky saw through the lame excuse. “It’s just a party, Ms. Weathers. There isn’t anything newsworthy going on here.”

“Well, you never know, Deputy Barnes. And you can call me Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Deputy Barnes.

“Well, I’ll call you Y/N if you call me Bucky,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Bucky? Interesting name.”

“Nickname. My middle name is Buchannan. My sister, when she was little, liked to call me Bucky and it just stuck.”

“Well, I like it. It goes well with your boyish charm.” Y/N bit her lip, looking Bucky up and down.  Sam tried hard to contain his laugh at his employer’s blatant attempts to get in with Bucky.

Bucky smiled. “Well, it’s to throw criminal off their tracks. They don’t suspect someone as cute as me to be able to figure out their criminal minds.”

Y/N laughed. “Cute, funny, and smart. You are the whole package, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky looked back at the house. “I was going to go check on the party and then check on an abandoned car call, did you want to come with me? You can see that there’s nothing newsworthy going on.”

Y/N smiled and linked her arm through Bucky’s. “Lead the way, sir.”

Bucky and Y/N made their way to the house. The front door was wide open and music could be heard from inside. There were several students hanging around the house. As Y/N made her way around the living room, many of the students were telling her how much they loved the show. She slid the camera onto the television stand. Bucky looked around for his sister, but couldn’t see her or Natasha.

“Hey Thor, where’s Wanda?” Bucky asked.

Thor looked up from the couch. “She went to get a drink a minute ago.”

Bucky nodded and turned back to Y/N. “Did you still want to come with me to check out the car?”

“Of course.” Bucky and Y/N walked out of the house. Y/N started to move towards his police SUV, but Bucky put his hand on her arm. “Actually, I thought we’d walk. It’s a nice night and we have a flashlight.” Bucky turned it on and flashed it to his face, creating shadows. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Y/N smiled at him. “Not if you’re around.”

As they started walking, Bucky pointed up at the stars. “Do you know what that constellation is?”

Y/N looked up. “No. What is it?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I was asking you.”

Y/N let out a laugh and they continued to walk down the road.

 Back at the house, Loki, Thor, and some of the stragglers from the party were watching Halloween. “When do we see Jamie Lee Curtis’s breasts?”

“You don’t see them until Trading Spaces 1983. Not until she started legit movies.”

One of the girls said, “You mean, not until she was able to afford a decent pair.”

Loki looked disgusted. “No. Jamie was always able to outsmart the killer because she was a virgin. It’s in the rules.”

Thor looked at his brother quizzically. “What rules?”

Loki looked at everyone in the room in disbelief. “The rules! The rules on how to survive a horror movie!” He grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He stood in front of the tv, looking at everyone.

“Rule Number 1: You can never have sex.” A chorus of boos filled the room. People started throwing popcorn at Loki. “I know! I know! I don’t make the rules. I’m just telling them to you! Rule Number 2: You can never drink or do drugs.” The room filled with cheers, as everyone held up their beers.

Loki held up his own in salute. “It’s an extension of Rule number 1. It relates to the sin factor. Now, and most important, rule number 3: Never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, say ‘I’ll be right back,’ because you won’t.”

Thor stood up and looked his brother straight in the eye. “I need another drink. Do you want one?”

“No, I’m good.” Loki nodded at his brother.

“Okay.” Thor held up his arms parallel to the floor. “I’ll be right back!” Thor said with a laugh. Everyone in the room started laughing. Thor left the room and Loki went back to his seat to resume the movie. As they were sitting there, the phone started to ring. Loki crawled over to it and answered. “Hello?”

After a brief conversation, Loki looked back at everyone. “Dean Fury is dead. Police found his body hanging from one of the goal posts on the football field.” The room erupted in chaos and the students ran out to their cars to go see the body.

Y/n and Bucky were walking down the road, towards where the abandoned car was supposed to be. They were just chatting, getting to know each other better. “I’m not crazy about being known as Bucky. It’s a way for this town to refuse to take me seriously.”

“Well, it’s better than Y/N Weathers. I sound like some cheat-rate meteorologist. Instead I’m some tabloid reporter that everyone loves to hate.”

“I think it’s pretty actually. You’re much prettier in person.”

“So, you watch my show?”

“Well, yeah. And getting to know you, you’re not that bad.”

Y/N laughed. “Well, thanks. I think.”

The sound of honking horns coming from the house made Bucky and Y/N turn around. The cars were coming very fast.

“They’re not slowing down, Bucky.”

Bucky held up his arms and yelled out, “Slow down!”

The cars continued their high rate of speed. Bucky grabbed Y/N and threw both their bodies to the side of the road, just as the cars began to pass them. They rolled down the hill. Y/N landed on her back and Bucky landed on top of her. He propped his body on his elbows and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked softly. Y/N had a small scrape on her forehead from the fall.

“I think so.” Y/N looked over and saw a vehicle. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

Bucky, staring longingly at Y/N, said, “all my life.”

Y/N smiled and huffed out a laugh. She put her hand on his jaw and turned his head towards the car. “Thank you. But I actually meant that.”

Bucky started, recognizing the car. “That’s Mr. Coulson’s car.”

“What’s it doing all the way out here?”

Bucky noted that the car didn’t seem to have any damage to it and he couldn’t tell how long it had been there. “I need to get back to the house and call this in. Are you okay to walk back yourself?” In case Mr. Coulson was the killer, he didn’t want Y/N to get hurt.

“Go. I can make it back on my own. Don’t worry, Bucky.”

Bucky nodded and ran back towards the house.

  Natasha and Clint were putting their clothes back on. As Natasha grabbed a brush to fix her hair, she looked over at Clint. “So, who did you spend your one call on?”

“What?” Clint looked up from buttoning his shirt. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, when you get arrested, you get one phone call. So, who did you call?”

“My dad.”

Natasha paused while brushing her hair. “No, you didn’t. I was sitting there when Chief Stark called your dad.”

“When I tried, there wasn’t an answer,” Clint said with a shrug. “Do you still doubt me?”

“No! I was just thinking it would be a good way to throw people off your track if you had used your one call to call me. But if you were making the call in the middle of precinct, you wouldn’t have been able to disguise your voice without someone overhearing.” Natasha was looking at Clint.

Clint seemed to deflate. “True. I promise I’m not lying to you.”

Natasha moved over to Clint and hugged him. “I trust you. We wouldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t.” She moved back a little and looked at Clint in the eyes. “Seriously, I was just curious. I’m not accusing you of anything. I know you would never attack me.” Clint hugged Natasha.

“I love you, Nat.”

The door suddenly slammed open and a person dressed in the Ghostface costume jumped in. Clint pushed Natasha out of the way as the figure tackled him. A knife could be seen. Natasha backed away, terrified. “Clint!”

The figure stabbed Clint in the right shoulder. Clint screamed out, “Nat! Run! They’re after you!”

Ghostface stood up and made their way towards Natasha. She ran through the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut. She turned the lock and moved away from the door. The door splintered and broke in with a strong kick from Ghostface. They ran towards Natasha, who had climbed through the window. She looked down and saw a boat with the cover just below the edge of the roof. It didn’t look to be much of a drop. She saw the news van just a bit away.

“Help me! Someone please help!” Natasha screamed out. She held on to the window sill as best she could. Ghostface appeared in the window and grabbed her arm. They tried to pull her back into the house. Natasha yanked her arm away and felt herself freefall backwards. The feeling of weightlessness consumed Natasha. She braced herself for impact and felt the tarp covering the boat hit her back. She felt the wind get knocked out of her and she rolled her body, falling to the ground. She looked up at the window she just fell from and didn’t see Ghostface there any longer. As her gaze moved down the building, she saw the body of Wanda hanging from the garage door.

“No!” Natasha put her hands to mouth to cover her sob. She backed away and made a break for the van, hoping someone was there and they could call for help. As she got to the van, she started banging on the window. “Open up! Please help me!”

The door flew open and Sam looked surprised at Natasha’s state. “What happened?”

“The killer’s inside the house!”

“What? I haven’t seen anything.” Sam gestured to the screen, which was showing the feed from the house.

 Loki was sitting on the couch, watching the movie. He was unaware of the figure behind him. “No, Jamie. Look out.” Loki was just mumbling along with the movie. Ghostface moved closer to Loki and lifted up the knife, ready to stab.

 As Sam and Natasha watched the screen, they saw the figure moving towards Loki. “Oh, no. Loki.” Natasha was terrified, watching her friend become the next victim.

Sam threw open the door and looked towards the house. The front door was wide open and it was quiet. “Shit. 30 second delay.”

“What?”

Sam looked back at the screen and saw Ghostface suddenly move away from Loki without stabbing him. Sam turned around just as Ghostface jumped in front of him. They raised the knife and stabbed Sam in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sam let out a scream of pain and terror and fell to the ground. Natasha moved through the van, trying to escape Ghostface. She climbed out the back of the van and took off running, going straight for Bucky’s patrol SUV. She got into the car and slammed the door shut, hitting the locks. Natasha picked up the radio transponder and called for help. “Someone, please, there’s a killer here. We need help. Someone please send help!”

She looked to her right and saw Ghostface standing next to the car, the keys dangling from their hand. Natasha’s eyes went wide and she looked around her. The locks suddenly popped open, signaling the car was now unlocked. Natasha quickly hit the locks again, looking around her for a weapon. She did not hear the trunk door opening and Ghostface making their way into the SUV. Natasha saw a flash of white in the rearview mirror and realized what was happening. She unlocked the door and threw it open. As she was running to the house, Bucky appeared in the doorway, stumbling.

“Bucky!”

“Natasha! Run!” Bucky yelled, as he fell to the ground, a knife deep in his left shoulder blade. Natasha ran up to him, checking his body. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. She grabbed his gun from his hands, looking around her. As she backed into the house, Loki and Thor ran up the front walkway, frantic.

“Nat! I just saw Wanda’s body. There’s a killer here!” Thor yelled as he ran up.

“Nat! He’s the killer!” Loki said, pointing at his brother.

“I’m not the killer! You are!” Thor said, turning on his brother.

Natasha trained the gun on the two brothers. She looked between them, unable to figure out which one was telling the truth. As they yelled over each other, accusing the other of being the killer, Natasha made a decision. “Fuck you both!” she said, as she slammed the door shut, locking it. Loki could be heard screaming a few moments later.

 Y/n made her way to her van, not a sound could be heard. ”Sam? Where are you?” She opened the front door of the van and sat in the driver seat. Y/N turned the van on, the windshield covered with a strange red hue. She turned on the wipers and realized the windshield was covered in blood. Y/N put the van into drive and started to go when there was a flash of black and white to her left. Ghostface reached in and started to grab at her. Y/N turned the wheel, trying to knock Ghostface off the side. She slammed on the breaks and then Sam’s body rolled down the front. Y/N let out a terrified scream and then threw an elbow into Ghostface’s face. They fell off the van. Y/N threw the van into reverse (she had no idea whether Sam was alive or not) and backed away. As she threw the van into drive, Ghostface popped back up and grabbed the wheel. The van careened towards a tree. Ghostface jumped off and Y/N stared in horror as the van drove straight into the tree. As it crashed, Y/N was knocked unconscious.

 Natasha was in the house, looking for a phone, when she heard a noise from at the top of the stairs. Clint fell into the bannister, blood running down from the stab wound in his shoulder. Natasha ran up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Clint! I was so scared they killed you,” she said as they made their way down the stairs. “I radioed for help but we need to call. I don’t know if they got the message.”

Clint looked at Natasha, who had some cuts and bruises from her encounters with Ghostface. “I think there’s a phone in the kitchen.”

Natasha nodded and they made their way to the kitchen. As they turned the corner, there stood Ghostface. “Hello, Natasha, Clint.”

The voice came out unmodulated. Clint’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom?”

Natasha looked between Ghostface and Clint. “Mrs. Barton? You did all this?”

The mask was ripped off and there stood Clint’s mother. She had a smug expression on her face. “Yes. But I certainly didn’t do it alone.”

At that moment, Thor came in, dragging Phil, who was tied up with duct tape over his mouth. “Surprise!”

Clint looked at his mother. “How could you? Why?”

Mrs. Barton looked a little bored. “Oh come on now, Clint. You should know why. Your little girlfriend’s tramp of a mother is the reason I left. She slept with your father and destroyed our marriage, so I had to destroy her and her family. It was so easy to frame Bruce Banner for her murder. She never gave up on her slut ways.”

Clint clenched his fist. He turned to Thor. “And you? What do you get out of this?”

Thor looked rather pleased with himself. “Well, I always had the urge to kill. I just needed someone to help me figure out how to get away with it.”

Mrs. Barton interjected. “I found Thor in a serial killer chatroom. He just needed a little bit of encouragement, the kind only a mother could provide.”

Thor looked at Mrs. Barton. “She was fantastic. I needed some encouragement. Living in this small town, graduating high school and then going to college here? I’m bigger than this place. I wanted a way out and Mrs. Barton was happy to help. We came up with a whole plan.”

Mrs. Barton smiled at her protégé. She walked over to Phil, slipping the voice modulator into his jacket pocket. “It was easy to get to your father. He traveled a lot for work and didn’t interact much with people in town, so he didn’t remember me. On one of his trips, I posed as a violinist to get his interest. It was pretty easy to get information out about you. You know, he’s really quite proud of you. Too bad he’s going down for all of this.”

Natasha looked at her father’s terrified eyes. She tried to convey that everything would be alright, while trying to come up with a plan to take care of Thor and Mrs. Barton. Clint tightened his grip on Natasha. “I didn’t even know she was back,” he mumbled morosely.

Natasha looked over at him. She held onto him a bit tighter. Suddenly, Loki popped in with a bat and hit Thor in the back of the head. “Fuck you, brother! This has been a long time coming!”

Thor fell to the ground, still conscious, but dazed.  Natasha pointed the gun towards Mrs. Barton. “You’re never getting away with this.”

“Oh please. No one knows I’m back in town. I’ve been going by a different name for quite some time and anyone your father has talked to about me doesn’t know my real name. Good luck finding someone that doesn’t exist.”

Thor, slowly coming to his senses, grabbed the knife that he had dropped when Loki hit him with the baseball bat. He swung around and stabbed Loki in the side.

“No!” Natasha screamed out. “Loki!”

Thor laughed darkly at his brother. “I think that was overdue.”

Loki coughed, the pain in his side unbearable. “What, are you going to say the movies made you psycho?”

“Oh brother. Movies don’t make psychos. Movies make psychos more creative.” Thor then stabbed Loki again, this time in the arm.

Natasha, while Thor was focused on Loki, turned her attention to Mrs. Barton. She had the gun in her hand still. Natasha was torn. She struggled with the idea of shooting Clint’s mother. Though she had abandoned Clint, she was still his mother. Natasha wasn’t sure what to do. Clint noticed her hesitation and the gun in her hand. “Shoot her,” he mumbled as quietly as he could.

Mrs. Barton looked at her son and Natasha. “Clint, get away from her and I’ll make sure you survive this.”

“Why should I believe you? You fucking abandoned me! I didn’t do anything wrong and you left. Why should I trust ANYTHING you say?”

“Because I’m your mother and mother knows best.”

Clint reached for the gun and brought it up. Mrs. Barton realized too late what was happening. Clint, who had always been a crack shot, fired the gun. Mrs. Barton flew back as the bullet struck her in the chest. Her body crashed into the kitchen island behind her. Thor started to make his way over and Clint fired a single shot at Thor.

Natasha looked at Clint. She was at a loss of what to say to him. She took the gun from his hand and helped him onto the floor. “I think I’ve lost a lot of blood here.” Clint tried to joke.

“Stay right there. I’m going to call for help.”

“Where am I gonna go? I can’t even stand on my own.”

Natasha rolled her eyes with a small smile. If Clint was joking, then she knew he would be okay. She looked at Thor’s body lying on the ground. Loki, who was sitting a few feet away, said, “you know, they always make a comeback.”

Just then, Thor started to pop up. Natasha jumped back and fired a shot into his head. Thor fell back to the ground. The front door then flew open. Natasha, Clint, and Loki all let out a shout. Y/N came stumbling in. A sizeable gash on her forehead from the crash had blood pouring down her face.

She made her way over to Phil. She helped him stand up and took the tape off his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He made his way over to Natasha and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”

“Dad, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t know who she really was.” Natasha hesitated, thinking on Loki’s words. She looked at Clint and then at Mrs. Barton. Clint nodded his head at her. Natasha aimed the gun and fired it at Mrs. Barton’s head.

Natasha walked over to Clint and hugged him. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered to each other at the same time.

“Why are you sorry, Nat?” Clint asked.

“I killed your mom. And my family is the reason she left you in the first place.”

Clint shook his head. “Nat, you are not responsible for all that. She made her decisions and apparently still didn’t want to own to what she did. She tried to blame you and your mother for her leaving. She didn’t have to stay with my dad. I wouldn’t have expected that, but she left me.”

Natasha had tears in her eyes. “So, why are you sorry?”

“My mom put you in this position.”

“You’re right. YOUR MOTHER did. Not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The sounds of sirens could be heard in the background. Natasha helped Clint get outside. They sat down on the front steps, waiting for the ambulance. Y/N came out and stooped next to Bucky’s body. She put her hand on his uninjured shoulder. Suddenly, Bucky started to move. Y/N jumped back for a moment before leaning back over him. “Bucky? Can you hear me?”

Bucky groaned. “Fuck this hurts.”

Y/N felt relief. “Oh thank God you’re alive. It’s gonna be okay, Bucky. I think the ambulance is close. I can hear the sirens.”

Y/N looked over the yard and saw Sam’s body not far from where it fell from the van. Even though she generally did not get along with other people, she liked Sam. He didn’t put up with her shit, but he was a great camera guy. She saw Sam start to move. “Oh my God.” Y/N ran over to him. “Sam! What the hell?”

She dropped down next to him and turned his body over. Other than the stab wound to his shoulder, she didn’t see any other injuries. “Sam, are you okay?”

Sam blinked a few times and just looked at her. “Y/N, I was stabbed and then thrown off a van. How do you think I am?”

Y/N started to laugh with tears running down her face. “Well, your sense of humor is intact, so I’ll take that as a win. Do you think you can get up? I want to move closer to the house.”

The two made their way to the front porch. Sam dropped on his butt. “I’m done with today. You can do your own work.”

“Fair enough, Sam.”

The ambulances came, along with several police cruisers. Bucky, Clint, and Sam were loaded onto stretchers, with Natasha deciding to ride to the hospital with Clint. Loki was stitched up, but decided he didn’t need to go to the hospital, so Y/N convinced him to be her camera guy while she broke the story of a lifetime.

“This is Y/N Weathers with an eyewitness account to an amazing breaking story. Several more local residents are dead, bringing to an end the harrowing mystery of the mass killings that has terrorized this peaceful community, like the plot of some scary movie. It all began with a scream of 911 and ended in a blood bath. It all played out here in this peaceful farmhouse far from the crimes and sirens of a larger city…”

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[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Can I change my movies and characters for your challenge? Can I have The Witches with Penn from Angel and Bird Box with Ari plz?

Yes you may! And Bird Box with Ari??? I was wondering when someone would use Bird Box (I might have to watch it tonight!) I cannot wait for that and I'm not familiar with Penn from Angel but that sounds intriguing. 👀

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[queenofspades20]

Scream 3

Here is Chapter 3 of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge (I know I’m a bit late with this one. Been dealing with termites and the election, so motivation to write has been a bit lacking). Planning on final chapter to be up by the end of this week at the latest. I have Wednesday off from work, so plan on writing.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: suspense, angst, curse words, inappropriate jokes, mentions of murder (this chapter is tame. Last chapter will have most of the gore)

CHAPTER 3 – Aftermath

When Natasha screamed, Bucky dropped the mask he had found by the front door in surprise. “Natasha! Are you okay?”

Natasha could barely get a word out. She merely pointed up the stairs. Officers ran past her and up the stairs. She heard Clint struggling with them as they took him into custody.

“Nat! It wasn’t me! Tell them!” Clint yelled at her as he and the officers moved outside.

Bucky ushered Natasha to his patrol car to take her to the station for a statement of what happened. When they got to the station, Bucky took her to an unused office, so that she could have some privacy. While giving her statement, Natasha looked out across the station and saw Clint standing with officers, being booked. Natasha didn’t want to believe Clint was capable of something like that. After finishing giving her statement, Wanda rushed into the room.

“Are you okay, Nat? Do they know who did it? You’re staying with me tonight. We’re not staying at your house.”

Natasha morosely looked at her best friend. “I was attacked at home. Clint came in just as the attacker disappeared. I don’t want to believe he did it, but he got there so fast.”

Wanda looked horrified. “I don’t think he would. He loves you too much.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Across the station, Clint and Chief Stark were talking. “Chief, I swear I didn’t attack Nat. I was coming to check on her because I knew she was freaked out over the murders last night. Between the anniversary of her mom, her dad being out of town for the weekend, and the murders, I didn’t want her to be alone.”

“Well, Wanda was coming over. She wasn’t going to be alone.”

“I didn’t know that. Nat hadn’t mentioned it.”

“Well, we’re checking your phone records to verify that you didn’t call her during the time she was being attacked. If your records check out, you’ll be free to go.”

Clint was anxiously shaking his leg. “How long will that take?”

“A few hours. We’re rushing it as best we can. We can’t just go by your phone because call logs can be deleted. We have to find out who is attacking and murdering people.”

Clint sighed in defeat, knowing he wasn’t going home any time soon.

Natasha and Wanda were allowed to leave. Because there were so many reporters out front, Bucky led the girls out the back entrance. As they waited for Bucky to bring Wanda’s car to the back, a commotion could be heard from the front of building.

“Natasha! Is it true they caught the attacker?” Y/N ran towards Natasha, with her cameraman, Sam, keeping up behind. “Is there any connection to your mother’s death a year ago?”

Natasha felt herself go tense, wondering if she would ever get away from Y/N Weathers. “I heard your book is coming out.”

Y/N smiled. “I’ll send you a copy.”

Natasha reached back and threw a punch, straight at Y/N’s nose. “Bitch.”

Natasha could hear the clicking of cameras in the background. Wanda led Natasha to her car that had been pulled up.  “Let’s get out of here.”

Back at Wanda’s house, the girls were laying on the bed, snacking on popcorn. “That was awesome, Natasha.” Imitating Y/N’s voice, “I’ll send you a copy.” She hit the stuffed bear in her hand. “Bam! Natasha, badass.”

Natasha had some ice on her knuckles. “She just said so many horrible things about me when Bruce was arrested. She tried to make me seem like a liar. I know what I saw. I saw Bruce, wearing his coat, leaving the house. My mom was raped and murdered.”

Wanda looked at her friend, brows furrowed. “I know. She’s just a bitch reporter, trying to sell a story. You know what you saw.”

Natasha was scared that she wasn’t sure any more, but she wasn’t going to voice that fear out loud, even if she was certain Wanda would never judge her for it. “Yeah,” Natasha said weakly.

Wanda’s mom came into the room. “Hey Natasha, you have a call.”

“My dad?” Natasha said hopefully. The police still hadn’t been able to get in touch with him.

“I don’t think so.”

Natasha went downstairs and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hello, Natasha. You got the wrong guy. Poor Clint. It seems to be a theme with you, id’ing the wrong guy.”

Natasha dropped the receiver and backed away, her hand over her mouth. She felt tears gather in her eyes. Wanda’s mom saw her and called for Bucky. Bucky rushed out with his gun out, thinking there was an intruder. He picked up the receiver. “Hello?” There was nothing but a dial tone.

The next day at school, there was a media circus outside of the school. Natasha was determined to get just inside and not talk to anyone. As she made her way inside with Wanda, they ran into Thor.

“Hey, Thor,” Natasha said. “Have you seen Clint?”

“They let him out early this morning. He’s heartbroken,” Thor said, as he was pulling Wanda into a hug.

A yell tore through the hallway and someone dressed in costume ran through the hall.

“Why are they doing this?” Natasha demanded, upset. She had flashes of the night before when she had to fight for her life.

“What are you talking about? This is like Christmas!” Thor exclaimed.

Natasha stormed off, heading towards the bathroom. As she turned the corner, she crashed into a body.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” Natasha said, not yet looking up to see who she crashed into.

“It’s okay,” Clint said.

Natasha’s head jerked up. “Clint. I. . . I heard you got released this morning.”

“Yeah. The phone records cleared me.”

Natasha nodded her head. She was scared of what the arrest would mean for their relationship. Things had been rocky and this could put them past a point where they couldn’t come back from. She couldn’t quite look Clint in the eye. “Clint, I am sorry.”

Clint held up his hand. “Nat, I get it. You had just been attacked.”

Natasha felt herself tear up. “Still, I should trust you. I mean, we’ve been together long enough that I should’ve known you’d never hurt me.”

“I think you need to move past your mom’s death. I mean, my mom’s gone and I moved past it.”

Natasha stopped and started getting mad. “Your mom left. She’s not buried in a cemetery somewhere.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I gotta go.” Natasha stormed off.

Clint slapped his hand to his face. “Stupid!”

After school, Natasha, Wanda, and Thor were walking. “Party at my place!” Thor exclaimed. “Thanks, Nat for making this all possible!”

Cheers could be heard from students around them.

Later on, Natasha and Wanda were sitting on Natasha’s porch, talking about everything that was going on, before going to the party.

“Nat, how are you, really? I know you like to give off this whole I’m-okay-nothing-phases-me vibe, but you were attacked and it’s close to the anniversary of your mother’s death.” Wanda looked at her friend, concerned.

Natasha just stared out into the yard. “I’m not okay. Even though she’s a raging bitch, Y/N Weathers has made some good points during her coverage of my mom’s murder. I saw a person wearing Bruce’s coat leaving. What if I was made to think that? I was so sure he killed my mom. He admitted to having an affair with her. What the attacker said last night on the phone? It sounded like they knew something about the murder.”

“Maybe they were just trying to get into your head. Which it appears they did. Nat, you know what you saw.”

“I guess,” Natasha hesitantly said. “I just wish I knew for certain. There’s still the trial coming up. If he didn’t do it, as the attacker suggested, then I don’t want to be the reason the wrong person is in jail. And nevermind that he’s been in jail all this time.”

“Nat, you told police what you saw. There’s so much evidence that connects him to the crime. You shouldn’t feel guilt. What matters is that you tell the truth.”

“The truth? The truth, and what I told police, is that I saw a person wearing Bruce’s jacket leaving the motel where my mother was found. I know my parents weren’t in a great place towards the end and that’s why I followed her that night. I saw her go in with Bruce wearing the jacket. And I’m sure it was him because I saw his face. I left for a while and when I came back, I saw someone wearing the same jacket leaving. I didn’t see the face that time.” Natasha groaned in frustration. “But Bruce admitted to being there. He says he doesn’t remember leaving or how he got home. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Wanda looked at her friend with sympathy. “I’m sorry, Nat. I know this is hard for you. Still no word from your dad?”

“No. And that’s the other thing that’s stressing me out. Dad is always good about checking in. He didn’t check in after his flight and the hotel is saying he never checked in. That’s not like him at all. I’m scared something happened to him.”

Wanda moved over and hugged her friend. “I’m sure he’ll show up safe. He might have just gotten distracted, maybe with that violinist you told me about?”

“Maybe,” Natasha said, unconvinced. She sighed and made up her mind. “Let’s get ready for the party. I need to get my mind off all this fucked-up shit going on, even if just for a night.”

With that, the girls went back into the house to get ready for the party.

Across the town, Thor was at the liquor store, talking to Loki. The store was filled with customers. “It seems a bit crazy in here, Lokes.”

“Don’t call me that. And of course it’s busy. There’s a city curfew and an unknown killer on the loose. People need to stock up on provisions before shutting themselves in for the night.” Loki rolled his eyes at his brother and continued to stock the shelves.

“You going to make it to the party?”

“Of course, I’m off early.” Loki looked over to where Clint was standing, chatting with a few people from school by the store’s Halloween display that was made up of photographs of classic slasher movie icons, including Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Freddy Kreuger. “If you were the town’s only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing next to the Halloween display?”

“What, he didn’t do anything?” Thor said, confused.

“You’re such a little lapdog. He’s got killer printed all over his forehead.”

“Why’d the cops let him go then, smart guy?” Thor challenged Loki.

“Because obviously the cops haven’t watched enough horror movies. This is standard horror movie stuff.”

“Why would he want to kill his girlfriend?”

“There’s always some bullshit reason to take out the girlfriend. Maybe she wouldn’t sleep with him. It’s all about the simplicity of the reason. If you get too complicated, you lose your target audience.”

“So, what, you think Natasha is saving herself for you?” Thor said with a laugh.

“You think Nat would sleep with me?” Loki said, hopefulness in his eyes.

Thor started laughing heartily. After Loki stared at him for a few moments, Thor stopped laughing. “No. I don’t think she would at all,” Thor said, seriously.

“Who do you think it is then, if you’re so smart, Thor?”

“I think it’s her father. I mean, why can’t they find her?”

“Because he’s probably dead. His body will probably pop up in the last scene somewhere. Eyes gouged out,” Loki said, getting louder. “Fingers cut off. Teeth knocked out.” Loki was practically yelling at this point.

Thor looked at him in a panic and tried to quiet him down.

“See, the movies always try to throw you off their scent with this shit. Prom Night revisited. There’s a formula to it! A very simple formula! Everybody’s a suspect!” The store was quiet at this point.

Loki turned away to put more stuff on the shelves behind him. “I’m telling you, the father is a red herring. Clint did it.” Loki bumped into Clint, who grabbed Loki by the shirt.

“How do we know you’re not the killer, Loki?” Clint said, with a dangerous look on his face.

“You don’t,” Loki said, timidly.

“Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost its reality. You ever think of that?”

“You’re right. If this were a movie, I’d be the prime suspect. I’m the first to admit it.”

Thor moved behind Loki and hung himself on Loki’s shoulders. “What would be your motive, Brother?”

Loki turned to look at Thor. “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.”

Clint smiled and patted Loki on the cheek. “That’s a good one.”

As Clint walked away, Loki looked at his brother. “You’re telling me that isn’t a killer?”

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