#spencer charnas fanfic

[your-averagewriter]

Bad day.

Summary: After a bad day, Spencer makes (y/n)'s day better with some tea, blankets and cuddles! (Requested by @azamatic!)

Word count: 0.7K

Warnings: Swearing.

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Dragging myself home, I reach for my keys to unlock the door and drop them with a groan before tiredly picking up. Grabbing the keys I fiddle with them looking for the right one before trying the wrong one and sighing before finally getting the right key and unlocking the door.

I walk in, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bags on the table as I walk into the house with tired eyes.

“Babe?” I hear coming from down the corridor.

“Spence? You’re home?” I ask, a little confused.

“I got done at the studio early so I thought I’d surprise you.” He says walking in with a smile, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s a nice surprise.” I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

“I’ve just had a long day.” I sigh, lifting my head back up to face him, a soft smile emerging on my face. “You being home early is making it better though.”

He chuckles before speaking again. “Come sit down.” He says, reaching for my hand and leading me into the lounge, both of us sitting down on the sofa, he wraps his arm around me.

He reaches for one of the blankets at the end of the sofa and pulls it over my body to combat the cold edge of the day.

“I’ll make us some tea.” He mumbles after pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. Pulling the blanket over my body, I lean back, further into the sofa.

He walks off to the kitchen, making us two cups of tea in a few minutes, bringing them back with a couple of chocolate biscuits.

“Where’d you get those from?” I ask, perking up at the sight of my favourite biscuits.

“I’ve been saving them for a time like this.” He grins, bringing the tray over and placing it on the table in front of us.

Opening the blanket, unwrapping it slightly from my body, I allow him to come under the blanket. He places the tray down before sitting next to me with the blanket. He pulls it around himself as I lean against his body, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps one of his arms around me. Snuggling closer to his body I enjoy the warmth that both him and the blanket offers me with the harsh, cold weather outside.

“What happened to make today a bad day?” I ask softly, resting his head on my head.

“Everything.” I groan. “Someone spilled my coffee and then my computer wouldn’t work and I had to talk to the IT guy and he couldn’t fix it so I’ve been writing shit down all day and then I came home and dropped my keys and then couldn’t find the right key and nearly tripped over when I was unlocking the door.” I sigh, rambling all my complaints about my day to Spencer as he holds me close to him.

“Sounds shit, baby.” His voice is muffled when he presses a kiss to my hair.

“How was your day?” I ask, reaching for my tea and sipping on it before reaching for one of the biscuits and dunking it in my tea with a satisfied smile. “How was the studio?”

“It was good, we got a lot of work done and we were sent home early after finishing up.”

“Did you finish a song?” I ask, sipping on my tea.

“Nearly, we’re working on a lot of songs at the same time.” He chuckles quietly. “But we’re getting closer.” He smiles.

“Can I listen?” I ask, looking up at him with a small smile.

“If you wanna come down to the studio one day I could show you some of the tracks, the nearly finished ones.”

“That sounds nice, I have a day off next week.” I smile. “I’ll come with you, watch your studio session, see how everyone’s doing.”

He smiles in return. “You might be a little distracting.” He teases. “But I don’t mind, maybe it’ll be motivating having you there.”

“I’m sure you can handle it. I won’t get in your way, I promise. I’ll just find somewhere to sit and watch.” I smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“We can get lunch somewhere nice. You know, that place you’ve been wanting to go to?”

My eyes light up a little. “Yeah! That would be amazing. I love you, Spencer.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

“I love you too.” He chuckles softly, smiling down at me.

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AN: Written for @azamatic as an exchange, sorry it took a while! I hope you enjoyed reading!

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[american-satanxx]

So to Hell with Good Intentions Chapter 2

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...2018; The American Nightmare music video “So what made you want to be a makeup artist?” Spencer questions me as he leans up against the doorframe leading into the makeup trailer. “Especially since you specialize in horror movies.” “Thirteen Ghost kinda made me fall for the art of special effects makeup.” I rely as I empty my kit onto my table. “I did a censored version of The Angry Princess for Halloween one year. Chris said it looked impressive, especially since I did it all by myself on my own body. It’s been history since.” “Favorite horror movie of all time?” He asks, coming into the trailer more and taking a seat in the chair. “Are you this talkative with all the makeup artists that work on your music videos?” I smirk at him. “Not usually.” He shrugs. “But it's not everyday that I get to work with October Valentine. You’re not just some makeup artist that my friend suggested. You’ve worked on big movies in the horror industry.” “You really are a fanboy.” I laugh. “But to answer your question, my favorite movie of all time has to be either Thirteen Ghosts or My Bloody Valentine.” “Newer or Classic?” “I’m assuming you’re asking for both movies.” “The fact you know there is an older version of Thirteen Ghosts is extremely attractive.” He admits with a chuckle. “I haven’t seen the original for Thirteen Ghosts but that’s because it doesn’t have Matthew Lillard in it so it’s not worth my while at the moment. And I can honestly say the original My Bloody Valentine was better. But honestly I only watch the newer one because of Jensen Ackles. I’m a huge fan of him.” “I’m surprised. I thought you’d pick movies like Scream or Halloween.” “I aim to keep people on their toes.” I giggle. “Ok, since you’re here we can talk about your vision for your version of Freddy. How do you want him to look?”

“So what are you doing besides working on music videos with us?” Spencer asks after I start sketching up ideas for him quickly. “Working on a movie.” I reply, not bothering to look up at him. “Are you going to tell me which movie?” His tone is playful and childlike, which is funny. “Why are you being so nosy?” “Just making conversation.” He throws his hands up in defense. “If it’s a crappy horror movie, just say it.” “It’s It: Chapter Two.” I reply. “I’m reprising my role as their lead makeup artist. Shitty part about that job is that I’m the one that mainly works on Pennywise’s look.” “Not a fan of clowns?” Spencer laughs I look up at him, eyes narrowing into a deathly glare. “I was either 7 or 8 when I saw the original for the first time. I’ve been terrified of clowns since. All my friends know this and torture me with this information. I had a friend blindfold me and take me to the fucking clown motel.” “Fuck, that’s harsh.” He admits. “I’d never do that to you. To be honest, your fear of clowns is something I’ll take to the grave and never use against you.” “Thanks Spencer.” I smile just as a PA comes rushing in. “Spencer, you’re needed on set.” She informs the lead singer. Spencer lets out a dramatic sigh before looking up at me. “Until next time, darling?” “Until next time, Spence.” ** “How is Ice Nine Kills treating you?” Chris asks over the phone. “More importantly, how is Spencer treating you?” “Like gentlemen.” I reply. “They’re actually pretty awesome guys. Especially Spencer.” “Not bad for a band that you barely tolerated.” Chris chuckles. “So how long are you going to be there?” “Maybe a week or two?” I reply. “We’re working on the videos on a schedule that works with my schedule for work.” “The life and times of a famous special effects makeup artist.” He muses. “What movie are you working on this time.” “It: Chapter 2.” “I thought you were terrified of clowns. Why the fuck would you work on a movie that’s a reboot of the movie that made you terrified of clowns?” “Because I worked on the first one and working with Bill Skarsgard isn’t horrible.” “He scared the piss out of you on the first movie, didn’t he?” “He’s so unsettlingly as Pennywise.” I tell my cousin. “Like gave me nightmares, unsettlingly. I almost didn't want to go back. But I never back down from a challenge. Like the current challenge I’m experiencing.” “Just don’t burn yourself out, please.” Chris pleads with me. “I know you’re doing this as a favor to me and Spencer but it’s not worth it if you can’t have fun.” “Don’t worry, I won’t push myself.” I reassure my overprotective cousin. “Plus it’s gonna be fun because of Spencer, he’s something else.” “Don’t do it.” He warns me. “Don’t do what?” “Fall for a lead singer in a band…” “Are you sure you’re just saying that because you guys are friends?” I laugh. “But don’t worry, there is no romantic love between us. We just share an unbreakable bond because of our love of horror movies.” “I know you, Toby. I know how hard you fall for something and the type of guy you fall for.” “Relax, Chris. I don’t plan on falling in love with Spencer Charnas. I promise.” “When you do fall for him I’ll be the first one to say I told you so.” I roll my eyes. “Whatever you say, Chris. Whatever you say…”

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[azamatic]

You know what to do.

Written as an exchange between myself and @your-averagewriter, I hope you like it!

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Truth be told, you weren't much of a crowd person. A few people you could do, but not a full house like what tonight would be.

It was your best friends birthday. You'd known each other since you were kids and had been together through thick and thin and they're totally understanding of your predicament. But you wanted to do you best for the one friend who'd stuck by you.

You'd spent most of the afternoon procrastinating over your choice of outfit, liking a bit of one and a bit of another. You collapsed on your bed in frustration, letting out a sigh of frustration.

A sound came from your landing, so you sat up and saw Spencer leaning against your open doorway. "I know you'll look amazing in whatever you put on."

You smiled softly in the fact that Spencer always knew what to say to perk you up.

You got up and stood in front of the mirror. "I just don't like how it makes me look."

He pushed himself off and walked over to where you were and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding you there for a minute 

"You're perfect…" he kisses your left shoulder. 

"...just the way…" he kisses your right shoulder.

He spins you around so you're staring into those hypnotic eyes of his. "...you are." and kisses you're forehead.

You melted into him for the briefest of moments and mumbled against his chest. "You always know how to pick me up."

His chuckle rumbled through you. "You're damn straight I do hun." 

He books your nose before pulling away. "Come on, let's go slay this thing" and leads you out by the hand.

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The party was only a few streets away, so you both walked there, him offering you an arm. It was a perfect summers eve,  so the temperature was just right.

You turned up a few minutes later and were greeted by the birthday girl. After exchanging gifts and hugs, she pulled you aside, telling Spencer to go ahead and grab himself a drink.

"I'm so so happy you came! But listen. If tonight gets too much for you, take a timeout whenever you need and for however long you need. There's blankets in the spare room and out by the tree house, so help yourselves."

You gave her a hug and thanked her for being so understanding. After centering yourself and taking a deep breath, you went in. You got this, you thought. 

For the first few hours, everything was fine. You mingled with small groups and caught up with friends you hadn't seen in an age. You'd had a few drinks and were surprisingly happy and comfortable. 

That was until more of your best friends guy friends rolled in with more booze and a bigger sound system.  The liveliness was  cranked up and you could feel the thud of the bass in your chest. It was all getting a bit too much, so you took yourself off to the tree house to give yourself some space.

Spencer was walking round the house to try and find you. He went up to the birthday girl to ask. "Hey! Did you happen to see where y/n got to?" She spun to face Spencer.

"Oh hey! Yea, they took themselves to the treehouse for some space, it's quieter up there." He winked his appreciation.

Sure enough, he found you there lying down and looking up at the sky, clearly enjoying the stary night.

You looked up briefly and then lay back down. Sometimes in situations like this, actions speak louder than words, and Spencer knew that with you. He slid his jacket off and wrapped a throw around the both of you, gently stroking you hair to calm you.

You could already feel yourself calming down in no time. Even though you didn't have to say anything, Spencer knew you were thankful. How you managed to snag someone this compassionate and understanding will always be a mystery to you.

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[dilf-superiority]

Guess who’s back!! Take a Spencer wallpaper for your inconvenience:) I promise I’m working on stuff for you so keep an eye out!!

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[the-graveyard-ej]

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In which I write imagines / one shots / preferences about musicians, characters, celebrities etc (male x male, male x female, female x female, non-binary) or poly. I take requests.

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Includes fluff, angst, smut (there will be clear indications on each chapter of what it introduces, including trigger warnings)

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( book one )

( oc x characters/ celebrities etc )

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[connormurphyirl]

writting is so wierd when it's the first 4 chapters. what do you mean they can't have their fun dad-daughter outting because she still thinks he's a criminal (he is literally a murderer)??? like girl warm up that's your dad

#this is why fanfic is easier #if it was spencer charnas it would take 500 words for her to get over it. #writing #writers on tumblr

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

I have so many Spencer Charnas fanfics in my drafts. Anyone interested in reading them?

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[44prxxf]

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hii! my ao3 is 144proof which is also my twitter, my private twitter which i horny post/ fanfic post on is behindblxeyes. i'm looking for more writer friends but i'm fucking shy as hell and also very scared people will judge me for writing x reader (weird fear i know but it is my biggest reason for not reaching out to more fanfic writers to be friends). i am trying to write more character x character works but i'm still bad at it so there won't be many of those

i am going to repost some of my old works here, they are all my original works and i own them, they are not plagiarized.

things that i write for

aew

njpw

wwe

tna

roh

jami morgan (code orange)

shade (code orange)

andy black (black veil brides)

spencer charnas (ice nine kills)

psych

criminal minds

resident evil village

fury (2014 movie)

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[josiewrites]

Tell me why I had a dream I got paid $500 to write a Spencer Charnas fanfic.

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[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Headcanon: Spencer Charnas had his first drink at his own bar mitzvah dinner. A friend brought a flask of whiskey in his shirt pocket, and they shared it outside until his dad called them back in (he stashed away the bottle just in time): "Spencer, it's your party, and you're missing all the fun!"

Why does this sound like the beginning of a good fanfic tho? I love it! 🙌🏼🙌🏼

[your-averagewriter]

Heyyy! I'd love to request a super fluffy/comfort Spencer Charnas x male reader. Lord knows I could do with cheering up :)

Summary: (y/n) goes to meet Spencer Charnas at a horror convention only to find out that he had wanted to meet him as well - a very happy coincidence (Spencer Charnas x male!reader).

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: Swearing, blood mention

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Spencer and I met at a horror movie convention. - it was an interesting meeting as we both wanted to meet each other but I got to him first. After being a fan of Ice Nine Kills for a long time  I finally got the opportunity to meet the front man at a horror convention that I was meant to be doing signings at.

I had played a recurring character in the Scream franchise, starting in the first movie as a young child up until the most recent ones. I also had parts in various other horror movies, most notably the recent Terrifier movies. 

I’d done signing for a couple of hours now and I had a break and I knew exactly what I was gonna do during my break: meet Spencer Charnas.

It takes me a little while to find my way around the horror convention to find where his setup is and eventually once I’ve found it I get in the queue, making sure I have my Ice Nine Kills CDs and Spencer Charnas pop figure in my bag along with my Ice Nine Kills top that I’ve been wearing all day for the meet-and-greets. I also packed at least three sharpies (just in case one of them runs out).

The queue lasts a while which I’m not surprised by but eventually I get to the front and see him sat at the table. I have to try and hide my excitement as now it’s my turn but he seems slightly surprised as well.

“Hey.” I say, trying to suppress my excitement. “I’m such a big fan.” I say, looking at him with a smile as he stands up. My eyes follow him as he stands up.

“(y/n) (l/n)?” He asks, looking surprised and I nod.

“Oh wait, you know me? That’s fucking awesome.” I say, unable to hold in my excitement, what could be better than meeting your favourite celebrity and them already knowing who you are?

“Yeah, (y/c/n) in Scream and you’re in The Purge, the Friday the Thirteenth reboots and Terrifer.” My eyes go wide as he lists off the movies I’ve been in so I just nod along with a smile.

“Yeah.” I say. “That’s me.”

“Oh my god, why are you here meeting me?” He asks, smiling and chuckling. “I was gonna come meet you!” He says, causing me to gasp.

“What?” I ask, knowing this is definitely the best day of my life. “This is incredible.” I mutter to myself quietly. 

“You’re so cool.” We both say to each other in unison, making me laugh. 

“Could I get a photo?” I ask him, heart racing so fast.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He says and I walk around the table so I’m standing next to him and taking a photo of us together, smiling like idiots. “Could you send that to me?” He asks.

“I don’t have your number…” I say nervously as he gets out his phone and reads me his number. “Awesome.” I say, sending him the photo, adding his number to my contacts. “This might sound weird but could you sign my stuff?” I ask, awkwardly as I open my bag.

“Stuff?” He ask, peering into my bag as my CDs spill out onto the table and his eyes go slightly wide, even more so as I pull out the figure now looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ll get to work signing.” He chuckles sitting back down as I pass him a sharpie to use.

He starts signing, moving through all my CDs and finally getting to the figure.

“Wow. I haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He says looking at the figure from a years old release. 

“Been a fan for a while…” I admit, quietly, fidgeting from one foot to another.

“I follow you on everything, how did I not know you were a fan?” He asks himself quietly.

After signing my figure I pack all my stuff back in my bag and close it with a smile.

“Now,” He starts. “This is gonna sound a little weird.” He says, pulling something out from under his desk. “Could you sign this?” He asks laughing as he pulls out a figure of me from Terrifer making me chuckle.

“Wow, I was not expecting that. Shame they covered me in blood, it was a cute figure.” I say looking over it before signing it.

“I still think you look pretty cute.” He says, looking from the figure to me and I feel my cheeks warm.

“Here.” I say handing back the figure laughing. “I didn’t believe you when you said you were gonna come see me later but I think the figure’s convinced me.” I laugh then remember the line. “Anyway, I shouldn’t take up so much of your time.” I say noticing the people behind me. “You’re a popular man.” I smirk.

“I’ll see you around then.” He says smiling. “It was great to meet you.” 

“You too. You’re fucking awesome.” I say walking away from his table with a massive smile and a wave before turning back around.

Later that day, I get a few texts from him, one a ‘thank you’ message, another an offer to go out for coffee with him and another an offer for a part in an Ice Nine Kills music video. I accept the offer for coffee, not sure whether it was a date or not but that was cleared up when he officially asked me on another date and I accepted the role in the music video. We start filming in a couple of weeks and in those two weeks we have multiple dates booked including a cinema trip to see the new Halloween movie and I don’t think my life could get any better from here.

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AN: Thank you for the request!

This was fluffy but not very comforting so if you'd like me to write a more comfort fic then just let me know :)

Ice Nine Kills have got to be the best band I have ever seen live and I need to meet them one day haha

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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[american-satanxx]

So to Hell with Good Intentions Chapter 3

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...2018; It: Chapter 2 set Thank God, It’s Friday. by Ice Nine Kills is playing in the background as I’m packing up my makeup kits at the end of a very long filming day. Just as I’m closing up my last kit, there is a knock on the door followed by it opening up. I look in the mirror and see Bill Skarsgard standing in the doorway. “What is this crap you’re listening to?” He questions with a smirk. “I’ve been meaning to ask you all these months.” “The band is Ice Nine Kills. They just released an album called The Silver Scream and all the songs are based off of horror movies. This song is based off of Friday the 13th. “I guess that explains why you’re listening to them then.” He laughs. “Any songs about IT?” “In fact they do.” I reply quickly, turning on IT Is the End. “This is their song about IT. But them being horror based isn’t the only reason I’m listening to them. I did makeup and special effects makeup for them for their music videos for this album. Plus my cousin is friends with them.” “All good reasons.” He muses before walking in. “So now that we’re wrapping, what are your plans next?” “Probably take a break.” I shrug. “Maybe see what my cousin is doing. Either visit him at home, in the studio or even on tour. Possibilities are endless right now since I’m in between projects.” “My offer still stands,” he states. “You’re more than welcome to come to Sweden and I can show you around.” “Been there, done that.” I laugh. “I’m gonna stay away from Sweden as much as possible. I nearly got in a fight there once on vacation. Me and Swedes don’t get along. Other than you, of course.”

There is a loud knock on the door and in comes one of our big burly security guards walking in. Steve has been my saving grace plenty of times when it comes to me forgetting my passes in the beginning of shooting. “Hey Valentine, there is someone at the gates asking for you.” He informs me, causing both me and Bill to share a look before giving the muscular man in front of us. “It’s two in the fucking morning, who the hell is out at the gate asking for me?” I ask him. “Did he give you a name?” “Patrick Bateman.” “The character from American Psycho?” Bill questions before looking at me. “Is this safe? Because he clearly gave you a wrong name.” I just laugh before grabbing my purse. “It’s fine guys, it’s my friend Spencer. Patrick Bateman is my contact name for him in my phone. Don’t ask. He's a horror movie obsessed fanboy which caused me to call him American Psycho most of the time.” “Are you going to be safe with that man?” Steve questions me. “There are scarier things in this world than Spencer Charnas, trust me.” I assure him. “I’ll follow you out Steve, it’s time for me to head back to my hotel anyway.” “Are you going to the wrap party tomorrow night?” Bill questions as he walks out with me. “Nope.” I reply. “Not much of a party person. Besides, the last wrap party nearly got both of us in trouble with our significant others.” I remind him as I lock up my trailer. “I’m going to stop by, get my shit and fly back out to L.A as soon as possible.” Bill pulls me into a hug and places a kiss on my head. “Be safe. Text me as soon as you get to your hotel. I want to make sure you get back alive.” “Again, Spencer Charnas is many things but he’s not actually a serial killer.” I assure him once again as I pull away. ** Steve and I head back to the gates just in time to see Spencer taking a picture with the other security guard. Apparently he’s a fan. “Patrick Bateman? Seriously Charnas?” I laugh, causing the lead singer to look at me; a grin forming on his lips. “I’ve got to keep you guessing, Valentine.” He walks over to me and pulls me into a back breaking hug. “I missed you.” “It’s two in the morning Spence,” I remind him. “What are you doing in Canada at two in the morning? And more importantly, how did you find me?” “Chris. He told me your location. And I wanted to fly out and surprise you, that’s all.” He shrugs. “I’m kinda attached to you and I really miss you.” My heart melts at him saying this. “Let me guess, you don’t have a hotel or anything to stay in.” I assume, earning a nod from the singer. “Follow me and you can crash at my place. It’s a five minute drive from here.” “And when we get there we can watch movies?” He suggests, playfully. “I already have a probably cold pizza in my rental car.” “Sure, you can pick.” I smile as we link arms and walk away. ** “Alright Spencer, what are we watching?” I ask him as I walk out of the bathroom. After my shower I changed into a Scream t-shirt along with short shorts. Spencer looks up at me as I pull my blue hair up in a messy bun. A smirk forms on his lips. “Are you going to answer me, American Psycho?” “Look at your shirt.” He replies. “That should give you your answer.” “Good pick.” I reply as I grab a slice of pizza and sit on the couch next to him. He pulls my legs on top of his, allowing me to lounge on the couch. Causing me to shoot him a look. “What?” He asks, looking innocent. “You’ve been working all day, you deserve to relax.” I just smile as he presses play. “How is work anyway?” “We wrapped today, so pretty fucking great.” I reply before removing my legs from his lap. I scoot over to cuddle up against him instead; this causes the man to smile softly down at me. “What? I like cuddling while watching movies.” He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping as he puts his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. “You’re not going to the wrap party?” He questions. “Do I look like the partying type, Spence?” I chuckle. “Besides, the last wrap party is why my last relationship ended.” “Did you cheat on your boyfriend with Bill Skarsgard?” He jokes, laughing only stops when he realizes I’m not laughing. He pulls away from me, looking at me; kind of shocked. “You hooked up with Pennywise? The girl afraid of clowns?” “You’re acting like I fucked Bill wearing his Pennywise gear.” I laugh. “It wasn’t my finest moment and I regret it. But honestly me and Trever were on the way out anyway. Me having sex with the demon clown only helped end it sooner.” “Have you ever cheated on anyone else?” He questions. “I’m curious.” “Nope.” I reply back quickly. “And that was the only time I ever hooked up with an actor or musician that I worked with. I don’t make it a habit to sleep with the hand that signs my paycheck.” For the rest of the night, a silence washed over us. It wasn’t a bad silence, but a silence that tells me something quickly changed between us. Not sure if that change is good or bad. It’s just different.

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[written-on-the-trees]

Spencer Charnas Fanfic - The Jangly Man

The Trees’ October 2020 Writing ChallengeDay 3/31

Prompt: Ghost Stories

Word-count: 1450 words

Content Warnings: non-graphic murder

Summary: Everyone in Freya's home town knew the story of the Jangly Man - it was their local urban legend...but that doesn't explain why her boyfriend Spencer seems so confident about the story...  

A/N: Also known as my first attempt at writing anything scary, also also known as my friend made me watch a tiny bit of Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark and it scared the shit out of me, enough that it stuck with me long enough to make me write this. Anyone else out there a fan of Ice Nine Kills while being absolutely terrified of horror films? Please come chat to me, I don't want to be alone.

“Let me tell you the story of the Jangly Man…”

      Beside her, Freya’s boyfriend Spencer rolled his eyes and scoffed under his breath.

  Freya was a little surprised - the story of the Jangly Man was a bit of a local urban legend, so how Spencer had heard of it she didn’t know - but she didn’t really blame him. The story wasn’t the scariest of ghost stories; it was wasn’t believable enough to actually make anyone thing it was true. Even as kids, it had only really been scary because they all recognised the old house it was set in. Now they were adults, it wasn’t even scary enough to keep them out of the old house…though the cold and damp was making Freya regret coming.

  How some old acquaintances from school had managed to convince her to spend Halloween sitting in a freezing, damp, abandoned old house instead of in the warmth of her parents’ house, Freya wasn’t entirely sure. She was only back in town to introduce Spencer to her parents, and now the pair of them were stuck drinking shitty beer and listening to even shittier ghost stories.

  It was ridiculous.

  Aaron started going on about the story of the Jangly Man - how he was murdered by a man who wanted to marry his wife, but came back from the grave to enact his revenge, dropping down the chimney in the pieces his wife’s admirer had cut him into, before reassembling himself and the couple he found in the bed, only to find out that that couple wasn’t his wife and her new lover. Driven mad by rage and coming back from the dead, the Jangly Man started roaming the town, breaking the necks of anyone and everyone he came across ad tearing them apart, in case they were his wife or her lover. It wasn’t anything special when it came to ghost stories, and soon enough Freya was leaning into Spencer’s side and swirling her beer around in her bottle, watching the light of the torches people were holding reflect off the liquid.

  Spencer wasn’t paying any attention either - or at least Freya thought he wasn’t.

      “First his head fell into the cold fireplace, then his hands - ”

  “First it was his feet.” Spencer suddenly spoke up.

  Everyone turned to look at him in surprise - even Freya - but only Aaron asked what Spencer was talking about: “What?”

  Spencer shrugged: “The Jangly Man’s feet were the first thing that came down the fireplace. Then his body, then his arms and his legs, and his head was last.”

      The room was silent, with even Aaron looking a little surprised, because they’d all heard the story a million times, and it had always been told with the Jangly Man’s head dropping down the chimney first. But that wasn’t what struck Freya as strange.

  It was the quiet confidence Spencer said it with.

  He wasn’t rolling his eyes anymore - he was wearing the smirk he got when he was talking to someone about something that he knew he knew more about than them, and that…was unsettling to Freya. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but it just did.

      “No?” he asked, looking around the group and pulling a confused face (one that Freya knew him well enough to know was fake, even though she didn’t know why he’d want to fake it) before shrugging: “Maybe I heard a different version.”

      The group bought it…but something still felt a little off to Freya.

  She still could put her finger on why, so she tried to ignore it, leaning in closer to Spencer’s side and forcing herself to smile as he cuddled her closer. It was all perfectly normal, from the smell of his cologne to the weight of his arm around her shoulders to the way he always seemed to feel a few degrees cooler than Freya did. It was all exactly the same as she was used to, but…but try as she might, Freya couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. No matter how much time passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling.

  It niggled at her, buzzing around in her brain and distracting her long after Aaron had moved on to other ghost stories, to the point that Spencer turned to her and asked her if everything was alright. She was half a second from saying no, and asking if they could just head back to her parents’, when Aaron declared that they should play a game of hide and seek.

  Freya couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do less…but Spencer smiled, and suddenly she felt like she couldn’t say no. Not because he looked happy…

  …because he looked terrifying.

  He pulled her to her feet along with everyone else, following them to the weird room upstairs that was the center of the house, overlooking the stairs and the entrance hallway. There was no time for Freya to voice the way she felt - before she could get a word in edgeways, Aaron was asking who wanted to be the first seeker, and Spencer was volunteering, with a glee in his voice that turned Freya’s blood to ice.

  Spencer started counting, and the group headed out into the hallway to find hiding spots.

      “One, two, three…”

      Just before Sarah, Aaron’s fiancé, could close the door, the counting stopped. The group paused, and turned as one to see what the problem was, only to freeze when they saw Spencer.

  Moonlight had broken through the clouds, and hit Spencer full-on through the window, illuminating him against the darkness.

  Only he didn’t look like Spencer anymore.

  In the moonlight, his skin was unnaturally pale - he was had never been the most tanned guy, but now his skin had a sallow, death-like pallor…and it was bisected by thick rope-like lines around his neck and elbows and God only knew elsewhere. His eyes were milky white, but Freya had no doubt he could see out of them. The way his eyes fixed on their group was too focused for him not to see them.

      He smiled, the expression grotesquely wide and reveal sharp, pointed teeth that were blackened and stained, before reaching out towards Freya: “Not exactly the way I wanted to tell you.”

      Freya didn’t need to ask what he was talking about. She could recognise all of the details instantly.

      Spencer was the Jangly Man.

      One of the other girls in the group screamed, and it took Freya a few seconds to work out why - because Spencer had moved, only it had been way too fast for her to see him do it.

  The girl who had screamed dropped to the ground - she fell down onto her front, but Freya could see her eyes, staring blankly up at the ceiling from where Spencer had broken her neck…broken it so violently that her head was twisted one-hundred and eighty degrees so she was looking over her own back.

  Adrenaline took over, and the group scattered.

  Everyone ran for the exits - the unlocked doors and empty window frames, but Spencer was too fast. It took him no time at all to pick them all off one by one, with the shouts and screams of his victims piercing through the sound of Freya’s heart pounding in her ears, until she realised that they had stopped…and she was the only one left to scream. The thought made her look over her shoulder, sure she would see Spencer waiting to snap her neck, only to see nothing but an empty house.

  She turned to climb out the window in front of her - and came face to face with Spencer’s chest.

  Freya clenched her eyes shut as two icy hands came up her cheeks, shuddering as she felt Spencer lean in close enough for his breath - so cold, too cold to be alive - to skate over her skin.

      “I did say this wasn’t the best weekend to meet your parents.” he muttered, his voice so deep and distorted it was barely recognizable, even though his mouth was right next to her ear: “Still, I suppose I was going to end up here anyway.”

      Freya waited for the hands on her face to move, for him to break her neck like he had everyone else’s…but when his hand moved, it was only to tilt her face to the side, the move scarily gentle compared to what she knew he could do. What he was about to do.

  But then all he did was softly kiss her on the cheek.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.”

      And then he was gone.

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Hey Everyone!!!

So sorry I took an unannounced hiatus but I was too overwhelmed with the end of the school year and I had a bunch of finals that caused me to loose my mind. But the good news is I’m back!! I’ll be writing more and taking requests so please don’t be afraid to reach out and ask me for specifics🤭 I’m going to keep this short but below will be some further information about my writing❤️

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Homecoming {Spencer Charnas}

Listen this is just purely dumb self indulgent fluff for myself because I am unhealthly in love with this man and his dumb pretty face 

It was late when Eden got home, so it was a surprise to her that the lights were still on when she walked in. “Spencer?” she called out, heading to the living room where she could here music from the TV. The screen was playing the credits to a movie and she smiled softly at Spencer, asleep on the couch and cradling a bowl that had probably had popcorn in it at some point in the night. She picked up the remote, switching the TV off before moving to crouch next to him, brushing her fingers through his hair and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. He gave a sleepy mumbled, eyes cracking half open and smiling when he saw her. “Hey baby,” she smiled back at him. “What time is it?” “About two in the morning.” He pulled a face, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. “I know. C’mon, let’s go to bed,” She stood, holding out her hands for him to take, and using it as a way to pull him close so she could kiss him once he was standing. He smiled, giving a lazy kiss in return, resting his head on hers as he enveloped her in a hug. “I missed you.” “I missed you too,” she pulled back just enough to drop a kiss on his jaw, “now come on, bed time.” He hummed, letting her knot their fingers together and lead him upstairs, turning the lights off as they went.

When they got to the bedroom Spencer sighed, collapsing on the bed and pulling her with him, making her laugh as she fell on top of him. “Are you we planning to sleep like this, huh?” She asked, giggling as he nuzzled into her hair. He hummed again, squeezing his arms a little tighter around her and kissing the side of her head. She smiled, tilting her face to catch his mouth with hers before trying to get up, only for him to pull her back into his chest. “Spencer, I need to get ready for bed.” “No. You don’t,” He grinned at her, though his voice was still slow and sleepy than it usually would be. “At the very least you have to let me get changed. I’m not sleeping in my jeans.” He huffed but let her go, dropping his arms dramatically either-side to suitably illustrate his annoyance about it, though she knew he didn’t really mean it. Sitting up once she’d gotten up and pulling his shirt over his head as she left for the bathroom.

By the time she’d gotten back, he’d managed to undress and crawl under the covers, dozing off again already. He opened his eyes a crack as she came back into the room, rolling onto his side to watch her while she changed into pyjamas. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “And? Am I not allowed to stare at pretty things?” She laughed, finishing getting changed, “That’s probably the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.” “Maybe,” he pulled the covers back for her to climb into the bed next to him, tucking them back around her as she did, “But you love it.” “I do,” She replied, kissing his nose before curling into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, “I love you.” “I love you too,” He pressed another kiss into her hair.

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